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

Disciple, is your surname Green Tea, and your given name B*tch? 11.15

At this moment, Mo Zhiyang was scared. He couldn't fit this cactus in!

"What?" Seeing the little fool's hesitation, the prince frowned, and his displeasure was written on his face for a moment, "Don't like it? Not happy?"

Mo Zhiyang pouted and held the door knocker, "Uncle, I'm a little scared. Will there be a snake?" After saying that, he took his hand and said, "Uncle, how about we go back?"

Damn it, this cactus really can't be stuffed in!

"There is no snake, don't worry and take a look." The prince said, took his hand, pressed it on the door knocker, pushed hard, and the door creaked open.

Mo Zhiyang looked at the courtyard, a little stunned. This courtyard was not filled with cactus, but a bunch of people, all tied up and kneeling on the ground.

"Uncle?" Mo Zhiyang turned to look at him strangely, and Mo Zhiyang grabbed his sleeve, a little scared.

Seeing that he was so scared, the prince was a little unhappy. He hugged his waist and walked in. "What? Are you unhappy? Little fool."

"But why are they here?" Mo Zhiyang hid in his arms and looked at the person who was kneeling on the ground with a look of horror.

With tears in his eyes, he grabbed the prince's sleeves and sobbed. "Uncle, Uncle, don't see them. They will beat me and scold me. They will not give me food. Uncle, can we leave? Otherwise, you will be beaten too."

"Little fool, no one has ever dared to hit Gu. If they bully you, Gu will kill them all, okay?" The prince said, pinching his cheeks happily.

The tone seemed to ask again; do you want to eat this pastry?

Mo Zhiyang just wanted to shout: Well done, but in order to maintain his character, he had to hold back. "But if you kill someone, Uncle will be haunted by ghosts. Yang Yang is afraid of ghosts, but he also wants to protect his Uncle."

As he said that, he hugged his waist with a firm look on his face, "Uncle! I will protect you!"

"Little fool, why do I need your protection?" He said this, but the prince still couldn't help hugging his waist, "You'd better protect yourself."

Mo Zhiyang hugged him and said, "Hm, I will protect my uncle and myself."

He was in the mood to make an appointment, so His Royal Highness didn't want to kill anyone for the time being. He rubbed his head and said, "Let's go, I will take you to see the second gift."

No, won't these people be killed? Don't you want to kill it and keep it for the New Year? No! I'm just sensationalizing.

Nestled in his arms, Mo Zhiyang smacked his mouth: If I had known better, I wouldn't have been sensational, ugh.

He was half-carried in his arms and walked for a while. Perhaps the prince felt that this position was uncomfortable and not eye-catching enough, so he simply picked him up horizontally. The little fool didn't weigh much anyway.

The servants in the palace were also frightened when they saw the prince holding the person in his arms as if he were holding some treasure, and sighed secretly: Your Highness, are you planning to do something else?

Forget it, anyway, just don't let this little thing happen to you.

Mo Zhiyang was nestled in his arms, feeling free and happy without having to walk, but he didn't know what his next destination would be.

This time, we stopped at Changchun Palace, the palace where the prince lived when he was a child.

"You little fool, let's come here." The prince stood here, feeling quite emotional. Since he took power, he has never come here again. Now that he is visiting his old place again, the hatred in his heart has not been reduced by half.