Murong Hongyu, who was sitting beside him, followed his gaze and glanced towards the ring below, although he didn't speak, but his expression quite agreed with Ye Chengan's words.

"Hanqing, what do you think?" Mo Xiuzhu, who had been sitting next to him with a long fan and fanning the wind elegantly, turned his head and asked Mo Hanqing beside him.

Mo Hanqing's white and slender hand held a white jade teacup, took a sip unhurriedly, and then glanced at Mo Xiuzhu's body lightly, and said in a cool voice: "Call me Uncle Huang." ”

"......" The smile on Mo Xiuzhu's face froze suddenly.

Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu, who were sitting next to them, continued to drink tea with strange expressions on their faces.

"Don't." The fan in Mo Xiuzhu's hand sped up, and he refused very dryly: "You are obviously the same size as me, so I don't want to call you Uncle Huang." ”

"Oh......" Mo Hanqing slowly put down the teacup in his hand, a pair of dark and deep eyes raised, looking at Mo Xiuzhu sitting beside him, the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled out a shallow arc, and his voice was full of coolness: "I don't mind beating until you call me." ”

"......" The expression on Mo Xiuzhu's face became even more stiff.

Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

"Don't laugh!" Mo Xiuzhu turned his head and glared fiercely at the two fox friends beside him.

Several of them are about the same age next year, and they all call each other by their names on weekdays.

But in terms of seniority, Mo Hanqing is the younger brother of his father, although he is the same size, he must call him an uncle.

It's just that under normal circumstances, when he called him Hanqing, he didn't react, but now he suddenly asked him to call him Uncle Huang...... That only says one thing......

Mo Xiuzhu stared at the two friends beside him for a long time, and waited until they stopped laughing, then lowered his voice and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong with him??" I've been in a bad mood again lately?? ”

"Who knows......" Ye Chengan spread his hands and said with a helpless expression: "You can't come out of the palace for a long time, Hongyu and I have been bullied by him for nearly half a month." ”

After Murong Hongyu heard Ye Cheng'an's words, he turned his head to look at Mo Xiuzhu, and nodded expressionlessly, which could be regarded as acquiescence.

Mo Xiuzhu suddenly looked at them with sympathy, and then lowered his head to drink tea and stopped talking.

Experience from childhood to adulthood told him that when Mo Hanqing was in a bad mood, he should never go over to provoke him......

Otherwise...... There is only one word in the end - miserable.

Just when he was trying to reduce his sense of existence, Mo Hanqing, who had been looking at the ring below, suddenly shouted faintly: "Imperial nephew." ”

Mo Xiuzhu was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to react, he was shouting to himself.

"Hey...... Uncle Huang...... What's up?? He hurriedly put down the teacup in his hand, turned his head, looked at Mo Hanqing with a smile on his face and asked.

"Poof......

"Hehe......"

Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu, who were sitting next to them, finally couldn't help laughing.

Mo Xiuzhu glared at the two of them secretly, and then continued to look at Mo Hanqing who was expressionless in front of him, and asked doggedly, "Why did Uncle Huang call me?" ”

"What do you think of the two people below...... Who will win? Mo Hanqing withdrew his gaze looking at the ring, turned his head, looked at him and asked.