Emperor Xiao rode a horse with one hand, pinched Mo Yueyue's jaw with the other, and gave her a deep kiss.

In the distance, Lu Xiaohan looked at this scene and became jealous again.

Thousand Hands glanced back at her, "As long as you have the ability to conceive the eldest young master's child, you will be with him in the future." ”

"I'll try." Lu Xiaohan replied gratefully.

After riding the horse, Mo Yueyue proposed to play tennis, and of course Emperor Xiao readily agreed.

The four of them came to a large tennis court, where the playing field was large and empty.

Senju went to pay, and the four of them found a place in the middle.

"Lord Xiao. I don't know how to play tennis. Lu Xiaohan said embarrassedly.

"Then you'll be watching from the sidelines."

"Okay."

Lu Xiaohan retreated to the side.

Mo Yueyue volunteered: "Master Xiao, you fight with a thousand hands, I will be the referee!" ”

Mo Yueyue said, and climbed to the top of the mountain.

Thousand hands suddenly felt the pressure.

Emperor Xiao held the tennis racket, chose the Western-style grip, and then took the tennis ball and spun it in his hand a few times, "How is it, Qianshou, are you ready?" ”

Qianshou bowed his body, clenched the racket with both hands, and was ready to meet the ball at any time, "Young Master, you can start." ”

"Lord's serve, start!" Mo Yueyue waved her arm, feeling handsome.

Emperor Xiao's first ball, Qianshou didn't catch it.

Mo Yueyue shouted, "Zero to fifteen." ”

The second ball, a thousand hands did not catch it.

"Zero to thirty."

……

A round down.

The stupid guy of Qianshou didn't even catch a ball from Emperor Xiao, "Qianshou, you can't let him just because Master Xiao is your eldest young master!" ”

Qianshou looked at Mo Yueyue and pointed to his face, "Miss Mo, do you look at me like this?" ”

Mo Yueyue saw that he was sweating all over his head, so embarrassed, it really didn't look like it, on the other hand, the emperor Xiao, easily, "The second game, the service game of a thousand hands, start!" ”

After six consecutive rounds, the data is, 0 to 6.

Thousands of hands zero, emperor six.

Is the emperor too strong, or is the thousand hands too weak.

Mo Yueyue was not convinced, she wanted to try it herself, "Master Xiao, next, I will fight with you." ”

Mo Yueyue chose a Chinese-style grip, "Master, I'm very powerful, don't underestimate me!" ”

Mo Yueyue reminded him, and Emperor Xiao smiled, "Don't worry, I will convince you to lose!" ”

"Cut!" Mo Yueyue didn't believe it.

In the first game, Mo Yueyue's serve, the serve game in tennis is very important, and losing the serve game is equivalent to losing the advantage.

"Master, look at it." Mo Yueyue lost the ball and played the ball, and her movements were crisp and neat.

The emperor hooked her lips, and the little girl's arm strength was good, but it was a pity that she ......

A simple smash, Mo Yueyue quickly greeted it, but ......

Ball, too heavy.

The racket suddenly fell off his hand and fell to the ground, and Qianshou looked at her sympathetically, "Zero to fifteen." ”

Mo Yueyue picked up the racket and looked at the hateful smiling face of the emperor.

The gap between her and the emperor in terms of strength is too big.

You can't play lob with him.

"Half a day of research, have you done your research?" The emperor rested his racket on his shoulder and asked her nonchalantly.

Mo Yueyue looked serious, picked up the ball, and clenched the racket, "Okay, let's start." ”

After a few balls, Mo Yueyue felt that Emperor Xiao was deliberately manipulating her.

One will hit the ball in front, one will be behind, one will be left, and one will be right, causing her to run all over the field.

I was tired, and I attracted all the people around me to watch.

Mo Yue gritted his teeth happily, but there was no way.

Bastard Emperor!