The slap did not fall on Mo Zhiyang's face and was blocked in mid-air.
His Royal Highness stopped him with his left hand, and gave him a backhand slap with his right hand. This slap was so heavy that it knocked the Marquis straight away.
Covering his beaten face, the Marquis was full of shock and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince!" Stopping in mid-air, the martial arts practitioner was extremely powerful, but was intercepted in mid-air, and his wrist was pinched painfully.
This slap was so loud that it alarmed the guests inside, and some of them had already come out to take a look.
"Huh?" Mo Zhiyang tilted his head, looked at the prince with a puzzled expression, and asked in a sweet voice, "Why did you hit him?" He looked like a fool.
"He should be beaten." His Royal Highness rarely found the time to explain to him, and seeing his expression, it was clear.
Rumor: The prince, Zhongyong Hou, had a fever that burned out his brain when he was a child, and he only had the intelligence of an eight-year-old.
Mo Zhiyang pouted and squinted his eyes, tears falling down and his big eyes filled with tears, "Should I be beaten? They also said that I should be beaten, so they beat me!"
What did he say?
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince frowned. It seemed that this little fool was often bullied.
"Your Highness, my Yang'er is not very smart, so some of his words cannot be believed." Marquis Zhongyong said this with a slap on his face, which was really funny.
Mo Huan, who was hiding behind, secretly observed the man in brocade robes. Look at his sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, his extraordinary figure, and his overall temperament. He was as handsome as the moon in the sky.
The prince was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he held the little fool's hand and said, "You go in with Gu today. This banquet is for you anyway."
"Okay, okay!" Mo Zhiyang tilted his head. It's really not difficult to pretend to be a fool!
Seeing the two of them going in hand in hand, Marquis Zhongyong was extremely angry. If this fool offended His Highness the Crown Prince, then everyone in the Mo family would die.
Who doesn't know that the prince is cruel and ruthless, and anyone who offends him in the slightest will be asking for death.
Today was a family banquet, and not many people were invited. Marquis Zhongyong came here mainly to curry favor with the prince, but he sent the little fool to him.
Everyone who was originally at the banquet, when they saw the prince coming in, subconsciously breathed softly and did not dare to make loud noises. Just now, the marquis was outside and received a slap in the face.
It can be seen that the prince is not in a good mood, so it is better not to seek bad luck.
"Where are we going, uncle!" Mo Zhiyang grabbed his hand and was a little nervous seeing so many people, so he stood at the door and refused to go in, with his mouth pursed.
Uncle?
His Highness the Crown Prince turned to look at him with a puzzled look on his face, "What did you call me just now?"
"Uncle!" Mo Zhiyang said, approaching his ear mysteriously. "Aniang said that only my uncle is the best to me, and you are the best to me, so you are my uncle."
Why has this been promoted by one generation?
His Highness the Crown Prince was angry, but it was okay. It was just a bit cute to see him like this, "So, someone was kind to you before?"
"No, you are the best to me. That person wanted to hit me just now, but you helped me!" After saying that, Mo Zhiyang held his hand tightly. "Please don't leave me! If you leave, they will bully me again."
That pitiful look is heartbreaking.
For some reason, the prince thought of what those people did when he was a child, and held his hand instead, "Then you can't leave me. If you leave me, I will lock you next to me, okay?"
"Okay, okay, after locking me, will you never leave me?" After saying this, Mo Zhiyang showed a big smile, "Yang Yang will never leave Uncle!"
Get the person first, and then slowly train him to be what you like. No matter whether he is a cruel prince or a violent male protagonist, in front of White Lotus, he can only stand and be trained.
The system is a little confused, "Why do you need to call him Uncle?"
"Because the generations are separated, it's more interesting." Mo Zhiyang admitted, feeling a little bit naughty.
His Royal Highness, in front of everyone, led the little fool to the main table and sat down, followed closely by Marquis Zhongyong, but the slap mark on his face was particularly eye catching.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is sitting, and the little fool is on the right, but on the left is Mo Huan, followed by Marquis Zhongyong. The arrangement of this seat is particularly weird.
Mo Zhiyang also saw what he meant. Is this guy causing trouble here?
But he didn't panic. He just grabbed his chopsticks and shrank like a quail. He didn't dare to pick up food or drink tea. He just stared at the large table of dishes and drooled.
"Yang Yang, why don't you eat?" The prince felt confused when he saw that he didn't move his chopsticks but looked at the food greedily.
Mo Zhiyang pouted, "If you eat it, I will be beaten. I don't dare. Uncle, don't eat it either, otherwise they will beat us."
This sentence sounded sad, and he guessed that this little fool probably was really having a hard time.
"It doesn't matter. You can eat it as much as you want. It doesn't matter." His Royal Highness the Crown Prince took the initiative and gave him a piece of fish meat, but he was also worried that he would be stuck by the fish bones, so he specially picked out the fish bones.
Such gentleness made everyone at the banquet take a breath. What happened to His Highness the Crown Prince today?
"Uncle, can I really eat it?" Mo Zhiyang still didn't dare to make a move. He looked down at the fish in the bowl with his chopsticks, still afraid.
The prince nodded, "Of course, you can eat as much as you want." After saying that, he gave him another spring roll.
Mo Zhiyang is very obedient. He only eats what he picks up. If he picks it up, he will eat it. If he doesn't pick it up, he won't eat. He just looks at the dishes on the table and drools.
But the prince liked the process of feeding him very much. Seeing him eat everything he gave him without any precautions, he always felt a little satisfied. If poison was given, he would also eat it.
Such a fool is really stupid, so stupid that he is a little cute.
"Hmm~" Mo Zhiyang rubbed his full belly and whispered quietly into the prince's ear, "Thank you, Uncle. If I only eat what my Uncle gave me and I won't be scolded."
"Then, how about Uncle keep giving it to you?" His Royal Highness suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment and felt like an obedient little fool by his side, which was not bad.
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.