Mo Chengning was about to be pissed off by Mo Xiao, and said angrily: "You are polite, then why don't you just go out of the city to greet them in person?"

Mo Xiao's eyes widened: "Unfilial son!"

Mo Chengning took a deep breath: "Father, be careful, if those old scholars listen to these words, my son will be roasted on the fire. When the time comes, I will not feel comfortable, and my mother will follow suit." It feels bad. Father, you might as well think about it, will Mom still care about you if she feels bad?"

Mo Xiao: "..."

Mo Chengning had such a trump card in his hand, it was really hard for him to offend him.

After a moment of silence, a smile appeared on Mo Xiao's face: "I'm just kidding you, why are you so obsessive? The older you get, the less cute you become."

Mo Chengning sneered, didn't he know his father's virtues?

At such a young age, he had to criticize people here, and it would be as miserable as possible. He has even foreseen that in the future, when he comes of age, his good father will run away and leave this mess to him.

So, if he had a choice, he would just be his mother's son. The rich second generation of a businessman's family can spend endless money and enjoy endless blessings without having to carry the burden of the world like an ox all day long.

Mo Chengning sighed and resignedly picked up the book and read it.

Mo Xiao held the book in his hand, but he watched Mo Chengning's reaction out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the seriousness on his little face, he couldn't help but click his tongue twice.

His son was so precocious that he acted like an adult at a young age. Except for being a little childish in front of his mother, he looked mature at other times.

Mo Xiao couldn't see the way he looked, so he teased him a few times intentionally or unintentionally to make him angry, which made him look more lively. However, this method also makes the relationship between father and son very different. Sometimes father and son are deeply in love, and sometimes they hate each other.

Mo Xiao curled his lips and looked at the book in his hand again.

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Outside the city, the mission was encamped, right under the city wall.

This move attracted many people to watch and point around the tents, but they did not dare to get close.

In the eyes of ordinary people, people outside the customs represent cruelty and bloodthirsty. Over the years, I don’t know how many border generals have died, and how many soldiers have died at their hands.

These people have heavy blood debts on their bodies.

The people in the city watched from a distance, and the soldiers on the city wall were extremely alert.

In the main tent in the middle surrounded by many tents, a man in white clothes was sitting on a chair, frowning and looking at the kneeling person below, his eyes a little cold.

The kneeling person was shaking uncontrollably and said in a somewhat difficult voice: "My subordinates have conveyed your wishes to the Second Prince, but they... they were not moved and did not take your words to heart. ”

The man in white squinted his eyes and said coolly: "Mo Xiao... what a tyrant."

This new king has been extremely tough since he took office. The sick cats who originally guarded the border have turned into tigers one by one. In the past few years, they have fought many times at the border, losing more than winning and suffering a lot of hidden losses.

Now, His Majesty the Emperor has embarrassed them under such circumstances again, and he really wants to continue to be tough.

The man in white squinted his eyes and said slowly: "Is he really not afraid of provoking a war?"

When the time comes, countless lives will be devastated, dead and injured, will he be worthy of this eternal sinner?

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