Mo Xingjiu thinks the little emperor is so cute! Even the tiger teeth seem to be different from others.

I really want to go up and touch it, even if I get bitten out of a mouthful of blood, it doesn't matter.

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and soon he realized his gaffe and silently dismissed the thought.

He walked up behind the little emperor and criticized her work without her permission: "It's so ugly, three-year-old children write better than you." ”

Ji Li: "......"?

Mo Xingjiu: "Why haven't you made any progress at all?" ”

After saying that, he felt his scalp harden a little harder.

How is the current situation different from what the military advisor said?

Didn't the military advisor say that ordinary people are very grateful to the person who guides them, especially a person with a high position like himself is more effective.

But how could he feel that the little emperor was not grateful to him, and even wanted to stab him to death? That gaze is cold!

Is it because the little emperor is not an ordinary person, or is he not powerful enough?

Mo Xingjiu thought for a long time and didn't come to a conclusion, and he couldn't remember what the military advisor said he should do next, so he simply took the brush that Ji Li had just put down, and wrote the name of the little emperor on the paper.

Well, the writing is smooth, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, it is perfect! The bright colors add to the indispensable charm.

The more I looked, the more I felt that the little emperor was drawing a ghost talisman.

Mo Xingjiu was very satisfied.

Ji Li snatched the pen in his hand, drew a heavy stroke on the three big characters, and said with a smile: "Uncle Huang, look, this doesn't look like the name of a prisoner who was ordered to be beheaded?" ”

Mo Xingjiu was speechless, looked at her hesitantly for a few seconds, and finally realized that he had just felt that something was wrong.

He had just used a red pen......

No wonder the little emperor reacted so much.

So he neatly grabbed the paper on the table, tore it into pieces three or two times and threw it into the small box next to it to store the sundries, and then re-laid it with the same face, washed the original color of the brush, slowly and methodically grinded the ink, and gently put it in the inkstone, and the white fluff at the end of the brush became black.

He is good-looking, has a good-looking figure, and has good-looking hands, and he does these movements slowly and methodically, so that he looks tight and is quite pleasing to the eye.

Coupled with his deliberate pretense, the action of writing the name is a little more windy.

Ji Li stared at him the whole time, as if he was staring at the enemy, and his hot gaze made Mo Xingjiu's heart a little unstable.

But he couldn't tell what was wrong.

As soon as the name was written, he asked the little emperor to see it as if he were inviting merit.

The eyebrows are raised, which is the self-goodwill of the regent of Dayin.

The little emperor didn't bear it anymore this time, and kicked him out of the door, with a gloomy voice and unhappiness: "Uncle Huang has too much sense of existence, and it is difficult for me to entertain, please go back." ”

Mo Xingjiu was messy in the wind, and there were two big words written on his face: When did he find a sense of existence!

He just wants to promote the relationship between the two! How could the little emperor react so much?

Didn't that damn military advisor deceive him?

Thinking of this, he lost the urge to defend himself, and went to his mansion murderously.

How dare you deceive him! He's going to make that damn advisor pay.

So, in the regent palace that night, there was a voice from the regent who asked shamelessly:

"What should Ben Wang do?"

"Isn't that a bit unpleasant?"

"In case ......"