Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 612
"Mo'er, Mo'er, listen to me, this is clearly a cruel trick by Mo Zhinan, you can't wrong me!" Mo Tingye chased all the way to Mo Chenju, Nangong Qianmo carried Mo Zhinan into his arms. The bedroom door slammed shut with a bang.

Mo Tingye touched his nose that was almost caught by the door, and while silently making a note of Mo Zhinan in his heart, he knocked on the door while explaining: "Mo'er, don't be angry, this is not about you As you think, you can't listen to the brat's one-sided words!"

"Hula!" With a sound, Nangong Qianmo opened the door, looked at him with his arms crossed, nodded and said, "Okay, I'll give you a chance to explain. Let me ask you, did you punish Nan'er to copy the "General History"? "

Mo Tingye was stunned for a moment and then said: "It's true that I punished him for copying, but..."

Before he finished speaking, Nangong Qianmo directly interrupted him: "Let me ask you again, these days Nan'er gets up and runs before dawn every morning, and runs for two hours. Is it your request?"

"Yes, but I did it for his own good..." Mo Tingye tried to explain, but Nangong Qianmo didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and continued: "Nan'er is the eldest son, and you usually have strict requirements on him. I didn't stop you, but you have to have a degree in everything, look at what his hands have become?!"

As soon as Mo Tingye was mentioned, he became furious, that brat Mo Zhinan dared to give him eye drops in public!Those who knew said that he was strictly disciplined, but those who didn't know thought how they abused him!
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and my tone became more aggressive: "Isn't it just copying a few volumes of "General History", this kid must be cheating..."

Nangong Qianmo felt sorry for his son at first, and when he heard him say this, the evil fire in his heart immediately rushed up, "You said Nan'er was cheating, how could he cheat? Could it be that he did it on purpose? Did you freeze your hands like that?"

"That's right!" The more Mo Tingye thought about it, the more likely it was. With Mo Zhinan's pissing nature, as long as he can make himself unhappy, he can do anything!

When Nangong Qianmo heard this, he jumped up in anger, pointed at his nose and cursed: "Mo Tingye! Are you still a real father?!" How can a real father speculate about his son so maliciously!

When Mo Tingye heard it, his face darkened immediately: "Don't you know if I am his real father?"

"I don't know!" Nangong Qianmo was furious at the moment, went up and gave him a knee, and while he was bending over to rub his knee, closed the door again with a bang.

The commotion between the two of them was quite loud, and the servants in the courtyard were stunned, forgetting what they were doing.

Mo Tingye's face was so dark that ink dripped out. When he turned around and saw the servants watching in the yard, he shouted in a cold voice, "What are you doing here? You have nothing to do, right?!"

The servants scattered like birds and beasts one after another.

"Hey, hey, I think this time the lord must be the first to give in, bet or not?" Qing Yue lowered his voice and said to the others.

Mo Hen gave him a blank look: "Aren't you talking nonsense, but whenever the prince and concubine quarrel, the prince never bows his head first!"

"That's right," Mo Han immediately echoed, his eyes flashed, and he gloated and said, "I bet 300 taels, the prince will sleep at least half a month this time, no, a month's study!"

"I'll bet 500 taels, half a month at most, the prince shouldn't be able to hold it for that long... Hahaha..." Qing Yue smiled wretchedly.

Mohen patted him on the shoulder, and the two exchanged a tacit look, saying: "I think Qingyue's analysis makes sense, and I'll bet 500 taels, half a month!"

Mo Han shook his head with disapproval on his face and said: "That's not necessarily the case, I think the princess is really angry this time, and it's not so easy to coax her." After a pause, he said: "Hey, Mo Feng Mo Bing, you two What do you think?"

"Don't you think the frostbite on Shizi's hand is a bit weird?" Mo Feng suddenly said vaguely.

Qingyue's eyes flashed with thought: "There seems to be something wrong with what you said. Although it is cold now, there are stoves burning in the room, it shouldn't be frozen like that!"

"It's not important, the important thing is that the princess believes in the prince." Mo Bing said coldly, then tore off a money bag from his waist, threw all the silver notes inside to Qingyue, turned his head and left.

"Hey, you haven't said what you bet on?" Qingyue asked while counting the banknotes.

"Half a month." Mo Bing's unwavering voice came from ahead.

Mo Feng's eyes moved slightly, and he said meaningfully: "I think what Mo Bing said is right. This time, the prince is indeed in the hands of the prince. I bet for a month, which can be regarded as giving the prince a boost." The silver was handed over to Qingyue.

Qingyue opened it, and the corners of his mouth twitched: 20 taels, you are so embarrassed!
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But here, after Nangong Qianmo drove Mo Tingye away, he took out the medicine box from the cabinet, carefully applied the medicine to his son, and scolded angrily: "Nan'er, you too, knowing that you are going to be killed." Punishment, why is it that you don’t have a long memory, and you have to provoke him if you have nothing to do?"

"Let's take this as an example. I was punished severely and came to my mother to make decisions. I had to grit my teeth and copy the "General History", and then made a scene at the New Year's Eve banquet, making it known to everyone. This is good. Your father may be thinking of some idea to torment you right now!"

Mo Zhinan grinned his teeth in pain, but his eyes were full of pride, he said: "Mother, I'm a man, I can't come to you to complain whenever I have something, besides, I don't care about such minor injuries In my eyes!" As he said that, he became a little complacent, as long as he can make dad suffer from being dumb, his injury will not be in vain!

Nangong Qianmo was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched. When he was bandaging, he exerted a little force on his hand, and immediately heard Mo Zhinan yelling "Ouch!", cursing angrily, "You Aren't you a man? Don't you take this little injury seriously?"

Mo Zhinan immediately smiled flatteringly, and said coquettishly, "Mother, there are no outsiders here. If there are outsiders, I will definitely not say a word!"

"Virtue!" Nangong Qianmo was both angry and funny, raised his hand and gave him a hard nod, and said: "You are called killing an enemy one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred. Your father is ashamed tonight, but how can you?" How good is it? For Chinese New Year, can't you father and son rest for two days?"

As soon as Mo Zhinan heard it, he immediately shouted: "Mother, you have to learn from it. Dad is jealous that you treat me better than him, so he deliberately finds fault with me. Otherwise, you might as well stop being so nice to me in the future." Now, maybe my father will be able to look at me pleasingly!"

(End of this chapter)