[QT] Online Teaching of Beautiful White Lotus (Arc 6-11)

Disciple, is your surname Green Tea, and your given name B*tch? 11.12

Mo Zhiyang's eyes lit up and he nodded quickly, "Okay, okay! Uncle is the best to me!"

"How good!" Nodding with satisfaction, the prince suddenly turned to look at Marquis Zhongyong and said meaningfully, "Master Marquis, you have raised a good son."

Deeply lonely.

"Yes, the Crown Prince doesn't think he is crude." Marquis Zhongyong knew what he meant, but felt that a disaster was coming. If this fool suddenly offended His Highness the Crown Prince, it would be terrible.

When the time comes, the whole family will be buried with him.

After the banquet was over, Mo Zhiyang went back to the room. After eating and drinking, he was a little sleepy. He lay on the bed and flicked through the copy, "Damn it, show me the previous plot."

"Okay." The system immediately called up the plot.

After tossing and turning several times, Mo Zhiyang discovered why his gender changed. "The person who went through the misfortune with Green Tea Disciple before was probably a female disciple from Jingxu Palace, who was also his second wife, so she was the legitimate daughter. Now she became me, so she became the crown prince's person. Damn it! She's so retarded."

"What if the target is a stallion? I suggest you interrupt!" The system sighed, actually gloating about his misfortune.

Mo Zhiyang suddenly sighed, "I'm so tired. I have to accompany him through the scenes in the second and third bedrooms of the big house...and many rooms. I'll be cuckold by myself."

"That's right, the only one in the world who can cuckold you is you." After the system was soothed, it quickly urged the host to sleep. In fact, the system was also tired. It was forced to restart, which consumed too much energy and needed to rest.

There is no difficulty in pretending to be a fool. What is difficult is to train the violent prince to his liking.

Mo Zhiyang likes to make the things he likes with his own hands and shape them into the way he likes.

Today, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was in a good mood. After the banquet was over, he did not return directly to the East Palace. Instead, he went to the emperor's bedroom, which was dimly lit by candles and extremely quiet.

"Father!" The prince opened the curtain on the bed and saw the person lying on the bed. He was paralyzed and could only move his eyes. "I got a treasure today. I am so happy that I came here to share it with my father."

As he spoke, he took out a small dagger from his sleeve and slashed his scarred arm. He nodded with satisfaction when he saw the blood gushing out. "So, I will only reward you with one slash today."

The person on the bed could only resist with wide eyes.

Seeing him like this, His Highness the Crown Prince felt more and more comfortable. He stood up and left gracefully, leaving only the smell of blood in the room.

The next morning, as Mo Zhiyang was lying on the bed, a basin of cold water suddenly poured down his head. "F*ck!" He was so frightened that he sat up suddenly.

"Someone, pour it on him!"

Upon hearing these words, Mo Zhiyang turned his head and another basin of cold water was poured on his face, "What are you doing?"

"Your Majesty, the Marquis said that you came from the country and were very dirty, so he asked the servants to wash you to avoid dirtying the grounds of the Marquis's residence."

After the maid finished speaking, she poured several basins of water over.

"What are you going to do!" Mo Zhiyang lifted up the quilt and got off the bed, but those people kept pouring water over him. "Stop splashing!"

"After you're done splashing, close the door and don't let this redneck run around and be embarrassed." After the maid finished speaking, she turned and left. Those who splashed water also responded and closed the door after leaving the house.

Mo Huan, who had been standing at the door, ordered when he saw the person coming out, "You guys should be careful, don't let this idiot run out, just leave him alone in the house, and don't worry about the fever. It's best for him to burn to death."

"Yes." The maid accepted the order.

Mo Huan turned around, moved lightly, and left the yard: "If you dare to compete with me for the crown prince, you deserve to die."

When he went to the closet to look, there was not a single piece of clothing in it. Mo Zhiyang also guessed what these people were planning to do, "I'm laughing to death. Just because of him?"

It's getting colder, let's make the whole family of the Hou rich.

Mo Zhiyang wore obscene clothes, climbed out of the window, and sneaked out of the Hou Mansion. When he stood on the busy street, he deliberately took off his shoes, "This will be even worse."

But this outfit is really eye-catching, and he was stared at by a few gangsters as soon as he stepped out on the street.

"Hey, this is a little boy from Chu Guan. He's quite handsome."

At a street corner, several people surrounded Mo Zhiyang.