[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Mo Yu was lying lazily in the back garden of Lord Hou's mansion, with a medical book turned upside down on his face, and when he was drowsy, he heard deliberately light footsteps, and then Duan Qingling's immature voice, He called softly, "Brother."

Mo Yu curled her lips into a smile, and did not take the book, but just read the script silently in her mind.

Only then slowly opened the mouth and said, "Have you memorized the book?"

Now his body is only six years old this year, and his face is still childish, and even the words he speaks have no courage. However, it is more than enough to deal with the five-year-old protagonist in front of him.

His cheap younger brother has a good appearance, he is a young master carved in pink and jade, wrapped in a small cloak, with an exquisite colorful feather hanging around his waist, and a pair of big black eyes, very flattering like.

Thinking about this face, those eyes, and the fate of this Cai Ling, Mo Yu couldn't help sighing a little, after all, it was that woman's child.Just tonight, because of him, Duan Qingling's face will be completely ruined, both eyes will be blinded, and Cailing will change hands.And all of this should have been suffered by the villain, him.

In this life, the body he traveled through was a dying child, and the protagonist was his half brother, Duan Qingling.

When Mo Yu got up from the ground, he deliberately played tricks, and then, a butterfly was received in his palm.He is wearing a wide-sleeved blue satin shirt today. Every time he flicks, jumps, and catches the butterfly, he looks like a real big butterfly.

Mo Yu wanted to show off, so she stopped in front of Duan Qingling, and then separated her fingers slightly to let Duan Qingyan see the butterfly he had caught.

The little child grabbed his hand and lowered his head to look inside, only to see the butterflies bumping wildly, dropping a piece of phosphorous powder.

"Do you like it?" Mo Yu widened the gap between her fingers, her tone was full of indulgence, and after a while, she slowly added, "Qing Ling, if you turn your back on everything today, I will send this butterfly to you."

When Duan Qingling heard this, a happy smile immediately appeared on that small face. "Qing Ling won't make a mistake." The child's soft tone was like sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in late spring and March.And until this time, Mo Yu was still smiling.

That's right, Duan Qingling can't recite wrongly. He is the young son of Duan Hou's mansion. He has been unparalleled since he was a child. He is the protagonist of this world. He can remember the existence of his family by relying on his erudition. How could he recite it wrong? Woolen cloth?

However, today's Duan Qingling must be wrong.

"Of course I know that Qing Ling can't recite it wrong." Mo Yu sent the butterfly to Duan Qingling's hand, and Qing Ling naturally took it carefully.He could know the trembling of that little creature from the feeling on the skin.

"Qing Ling can memorize a hundred words after reading it once, so if you read it ten times, can you memorize a thousand words?" Mo Yu asked him in the sunshine, and then picked up the medical book on the side.

After all, Duan Qingling was young, so she couldn't tell the difference. She only knew that her brother would never lie to him, so she swayed over to Die'er, and when she saw the book in Mo Yu's hand, Just shrugged again.

"Brother, you read these miscellaneous books again," followed by the child's nervous voice of advice, "Daddy will punish you if he finds out."

"Then tell me, what should I read so as not to be punished by my father?" Mo Yu smiled.

"Qing Ling recited this morning..."

"Boring," Mo Yu lay down on the grass, "If you recite it, what's the point? If I want to know, I can just ask you."

Duan Qingling was silenced by her elder brother, feeling vaguely wrong, but couldn't say anything to refute.

"I said, do you recite it or not?"

Mo Yu was lying on the grass, shaking the book and asking him, but Duan Qingling couldn't think of a way out, so he had to accept the medical book, and let the butterfly fly away when he lost his mind.Mo Yu didn't grab it either, but turned sideways to doze off, and said vaguely, "I'll grab a better one for you after memorizing it."

Duan Qingling sat down cross-legged, with a child's soft voice floating in the sky above Chunri, he recited the thousand-character pharmacology ten times in a proper manner.

After No. 11, he started to recite the book together, but he didn't memorize it after all.

Mo Yu opened his sleepy eyes, and he looked at the frustrated child beside him.The kindest and gentlest brother in the world, his thin lips parted slightly, and his tone was gentle but firm, "Since you lost, I will punish you."

On that day, the eldest young master of Duan Hou's mansion spoke to his only younger brother, Duan Qingling.

"I want to punish you. From now on, you are not allowed to call me brother again!"