The soldier is a girl

Chapter 1618 747: Father-son game

The result of the last time was that Mu Peng woke up intact, but this time the result was that Mu Jin was not only fine, but also rushed to the Jinluan Palace to sue the imperial court.

Even though he responded with inaction and movement, he still did not escape.

"His Royal Highness, Your Majesty's Imperial Study is welcome."

Seeing Yu Shu's arrival, Mo Yu's heart, which had been anxious all day, inexplicably settled down.He had thought a lot this day, and now it was time to put it into action.

"Eunuch, wait a moment, let me change a piece of clothes."

"His Royal Highness, you have broken your servant." Yu Shu immediately bowed and saluted, very sincerely.

Mo Yu didn't say any more, but really entered the inner hall, changed clothes at a moderate speed, then walked out and said to Yu Shu: "Let's go."

"Yes." Before he finished speaking, Yu bowed in front of him and led the way.

And Mo Yu, as usual, was full of humility, and he couldn't tell that he had been anxious all day.

Regardless of whether the road from the East Palace to the Imperial Study Room is short or far, there will always be an end.

When he arrived at the imperial study room, Yu Shu stopped at the door of the imperial study room, made a gesture of invitation to Mo Yu, and then stepped aside.

The attitude of the emperor Kai Jing Zhaoyin before leaving said everything, which meant that he wanted to have a private talk with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Mo Yu stood still in front of the imperial study room, straightened his clothes, then stepped into the door of the imperial study room, then strode into the imperial study room, walked to a place three meters away from the book case, looked at the top Mo Hun, who was reviewing the memorial, bowed directly, "I will see my father, long live my father, long live my father."

Mo Huan didn't speak, as if he didn't hear it, he took a pen and rustled on the memorial.

Mo Yu was still gentle, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands and straightened his back, just kneeling like that.

For a moment, the only sound in the imperial study room was the rustling of brushes running on paper, and the atmosphere became more and more depressing with this rustling sound, as if every stroke sucked away a breath of air. The thinner it is, the thinner it is suffocating.

After an unknown amount of time, Mo Huan put down his pen and looked up at Mo Yu, who was kneeling down, and said, "The prince has grown up."

I don't know whether it is admiration or sarcasm in a sentence.

"In front of my father, my son will always be a child."

Mo Yu knew that Mo Huan's so-called growing up did not mean growing up in age and body in the superficial sense. Before counting, he got the news that Jing Zhaoyin had entered the palace, and at this time his father must be recruiting him. What, this growth is nothing more than talking about his mind, how can he admit it.

"Heh..." Mo Hun sneered, "Since that's the case, my good son tell me what you have done recently?"

"My son has been recuperating in the East Palace recently. I don't understand what my father said, so I ask my father to clarify."

Mo Yu looked like I didn't do anything and didn't know what was wrong, but Mo Yu was so angry that he wanted to beat someone up.

"Mo Yu." Mo Yu was so angry that he couldn't help shouting Mo Yu's name loudly.

"My son is here." Mo Yu straightened his back and responded, his posture faintly intended to resist.

In Mo Hun's eyes, this was even more intolerable than Mo Yu's mistake.

With Mo Huan, he is used to letting the other party tell and admit anything. He always uses other people's mouths to say what he wants to say, because in this way, he can often clear up many responsibilities.And this way of doing things allows him to enjoy this sense of control, so once he hands out the words and the other party doesn't answer him, he will feel like losing control, which he doesn't like very much.

(End of this chapter)