The legitimate daughter is reborn and cannot escape after being provoked by the tyrant

Mo Xiao quickly dealt with the Zhou family's affairs, and only then did he have time to look at the book on the table.

I slept all day and night yesterday, and the papers on my desk had piled up.

After reading two books patiently, Mo Xiao couldn't stand it anymore. The excessive blood loss made him dizzy and he had little strength.

Raising his hand and throwing the folder on the table, Mo Xiao pondered for a moment and asked, "Where is your young highness?"

The person next to me quickly said: "It's not time yet. Your Highness is wondering where to play at the moment."

After all, Mo Chengning was still a child, and it was his nature to be playful. Although he comes to Yinghua Hall every day to review his lessons and help with some less important issues, his time is limited. In addition to the prescribed time, Mo Chengning can arrange the rest of the time freely.

Mo Xiao touched his chin and muttered: "It's time to share your worries with me after raising him so big."

Then, he said calmly: "Go and find His Highness and tell me that I have something to do."

The little eunuch went, and a moment later, Mo Chengning walked in from outside, holding a kite in his hand.

Mo Xiao looked at it and raised his eyebrows: "Flying a kite so early?"

Mo Chengning threw the kite to the ground and walked up to Mo Xiao in a few steps. Instead of answering Mo Xiao's words, he frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Xiao's face didn't look right.

Mo Xiao and Mo Chengning looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly laughed, stretched out his hand to touch Mo Chengning's forehead, and said with a smile: "My hard work was not in vain, I made you big with shit and piss."

"It's nothing serious. I was a little injured and bled a little."

Mo Chengning was still frowning, and Mo Xiao's expression didn't look like he had shed a little blood.

"Who can hurt you?" Mo Chengning said with a cold expression, his voice a little louder, "What are those secret guards doing?"

His Highness looked as if he wanted to answer questions.

Mo Xiao was a bit dumbfounded: "Don't scare those secret guards... It's none of their business. I left the palace without authorization and threw them away, and that's why I got hurt."

The secret guard hiding in the dark breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Chengning: "So, who hurt you?"

"Okay, don't be so cold-faced," Mo Xiao pinched Mo Chengning's chubby face, "I've already taken care of him, so don't worry."

Mo Chengning heard that the person had been dealt with, so he didn't ask any more about the matter.

"What did you ask me to do?"

Mo Xiao pointed to the fold on the table and said weakly: "My father was injured and looked dizzy when he saw the fold. Ning Ning, please come."

Mo Chengning's eyes suddenly widened and he said in disbelief: "Father, I'm still a child!"

Mo Xiao: "I know, I know, don't yell, am I hurt? At this time, as a son of a man, you should share your father's worries."

Mo Chengning's face was numb: "But I'm still a child."

Mo Xiao: "Not much, just what's on the table."

Mo Chengning glanced at the mountain of folding papers and felt despairing: "I'm still a child."

Mo Xiao pondered for a moment, then suddenly bent down, holding his abdomen, and said angrily: "Mr. Mu said, if the wound on my abdomen is one inch deeper, my intestines will be exposed. Being able to come back alive this time is a blessing from God." …”

"Okay, stop talking," Mo Chengning interrupted Mo Xiao expressionlessly, with a cold tone, "Cover your stomach and don't let your intestines flow out. I'll approve these mistakes, okay?" "

A successful smile appeared on Mo Xiao's face: "Good son."