Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 373

Mo Junli at this end was calculating the account book in his heart, while Mo Jingyao at the other end was holding the memorial, laughing like a big trumpet flower that couldn't close together.

The young man finished counting the unlucky accounts that once made Heling cry and fuss in front of him, and when he looked up and saw that Emperor Yunjing was still holding the memorial and refused to let go, he couldn't help raising his brows in disgust: "I said old man, Is this thing so pretty?"

"You've been looking at it for so long, the folds are almost torn by you, haven't you read enough?"

"Yes, of course!" Mo Jingyao nodded vigorously, gathered those memorials into his arms, and looked like he was protecting them as treasures, "It's rare for my son to do a job and get so many compliments. Of course I can’t get enough of it!”

"Don't say I've only watched so much effort, and I won't feel bored if you let me watch it for a few days. Seriously, brat, you have such a strong ability to do things, so why don't you just help me and me do more in the future?" live?"

"Otherwise, it would be a waste of this ability if it is left idle. At least move around more, it will benefit the country and the people!"

Tsk, he knew he couldn't get much good stuff out of his mouth.

Mo Junli rolled his eyes lazily. He guessed that the old man praised him so much to fool him into working. As expected, the old fox showed his tail before an hour had passed.

"Old man, why don't you wash up and go to sleep." The young man waved his hand. It was already a big concession for him to promise him to help with disaster relief. What else would he want to kidnap him for?

Advise him not to even think about—

"There is nothing in a dream."

"... Brat, the bigger you get, the less cute you are." Emperor Yun Jing muttered with a wrinkled face. In fact, he knew that this brat would not agree, but that didn't stop him from asking more questions.

"But having said that, A Yan, what's the matter with the 'Bandit' mentioned in this memorial." The smile on Mo Jingyao's face was slightly suppressed, and he pointed to a line in a certain booklet, and asked seriously, "I I remember that Jianghuai seldom caused banditry."

"Is it the ordinary people who had nowhere to go after the flood this year and were forced to become bandits, or is there something else hidden?"

"What do you think, old man." Mo Junli snorted when he heard this, "Look at the flood this year...does it look like it can drive people up the mountain to become bandits?"

"Even if there were, there wouldn't be so many people popping up all at once—they wouldn't be bandits at all." The young man raised his eyelids, implying, "I declared that I was a bandit...that's because I'm afraid of causing turmoil and chaos. panic."

"You always understand."

Turmoil and panic—

Mo Jingyao frowned, put the two words on the tip of his tongue, and smacked them twice, his face suddenly sank: "The third child or the fifth child?"

"You make it sound like Mo Shuyun has this ability." Mo Junli shrugged. His third brother was notoriously courageous and useless.

Even though the entire Marquis of Anping was standing behind him, he didn't have the brains to send someone to kill him, let alone the ability to collect more than two hundred first-rate dead soldiers.

"Oh, it really is this restless fifth child again." Emperor Yun Jing curled his lips, watching Mo Shuyuan's tricks and tricks, it was really like watching a child play house.

But the trouble with this kind of thing is that the child is always full of energy, and he can always make a lot of troubles without interruption.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Jingyao folded his hands, propped his chin, and said in a very casual tone, "I found someone to sneak in and deal with it for him. Let's keep it for now, and follow the gang to clean it up together."

"Keep it, he's still useful." The young man shook his brows, "I've kept all the physical evidence on the left and right, and I'm not afraid that he will deny it in the future."

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this trip to the Jianghuai River." Emperor Yunjing smiled and rolled his eyes, "How about it, brat, do you have anything you want, tell Dad."

"As long as the request is not too excessive, I can agree to it."

"Okay." Mo Junli raised his chin in a daze, and leaned back against the palace wall like a boneless person, "Then you can point A Ci to me as your wife, my family is short of money. "

"Ham, it's easy to say, isn't it from Xiao Jing's family..." Mo Jingyao grinned his mouth when he heard this, and subconsciously agreed, but the words that came to his mouth suddenly condensed in the next moment, and he suddenly turned back Come on.

"Are you serious?" Emperor Yun Jing looked suspicious, he suspected that this little bastard was trying to trick him.

He was never the kind of child who acted recklessly. To say this, he must have thought about it in his heart. Could he be——

"Fake." The young man hugged his chest, showing some kind of foolish eyes, "A Ci is only thirteen this year."

"I'm not tired of living yet."

Even if he really asks for a marriage, at least he has to wait until the little girl has passed the rite of passage, otherwise he will follow the temperament of the Duke and Aning... He may not see the sun the next day.

"No, wait a minute, what is 'talent'?" Mo Jingyao suddenly caught the point of his words, "What do you mean—"

"Well, are you surprised?" Mo Junli looked at his father with a half-smile, "I thought this was the result you've been looking forward to."

"It's not a question of whether to be surprised or not, and whether to expect or not." The elderly emperor sighed silently, and then slumped into the armchair. "It's just that you have thought about it? All the troubles you will face in the future."

"Such as the harem, such as the front court."

"Perhaps there is only one concubine in the palace, but if you sit in my position..."

Mo Jingyao was very entangled. He naturally liked the two little girls in the Duke's Mansion, but it was because of his love that he couldn't bear it.

Emperors and princes are different, and the shackles on the top of the mountain will only be heavier.

"There won't be a harem." The boy interrupted him neatly, "Old man, I don't want to follow your old path."

"There are already enough souls locked in the deep palace compound, why bother to add these more."

"Have you thought it through?" Mo Jingyao stretched out his hand and scratched his head, his son inherited his mother's stubbornness, and his temper was much stronger than his.

"I thought it through from the very beginning." Mo Junli smiled and hooked the corners of his lips, and when he mentioned his little girl, he couldn't hide his eyes, "Old man, don't worry, Ah Ci is more beautiful than you imagined." Much better."

"She is very strong. In a sense, your son and I are eating soft food."

It's still the kind of people who are forced to eat hard.

"...Ruanfan?" Mo Jingyao narrowed his eyes in a daze, Ah Yan... Has he gotten to this miserable state?
Such a big boy, eat soft food from the girl's house?
"Yes, soft rice." The young man nodded, his expression calm and composed, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with eating the little girl's soft rice.

After all, on top of Xuanmen Yishu, he really can only eat soft food from the little national teacher.

Who told him not to!

Okay, I don't know you young people very well, he has never seen someone who is so proud of eating soft food.

Mo Jingyao's eyelids twitched, he simply closed his eyes and turned his head, flicked his sleeves, and stopped looking at that shameful thing: "Come on, get out of here quickly, don't stay here, it's an eyesore."

This will make him an eyesore again, fickle old man.

Mo Junli raised his hand to touch his nose, consciously slipping away very quietly.

　Lao Mo: The useless son just throws it away
　　Counseling to give up treatment, and choose to eat soft food

　　
　
(End of this chapter)