So, with Mo Liancheng's words, those who wanted to come and witness the return of the Eighth Prince in the next few days were blocked from the door. But Mo Liancheng and Qu Tan'er had been staying at the Eighth Prince, regardless of worldly affairs, and stayed with them wholeheartedly.

The children played and enjoyed this rare peace and warmth.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Early in the morning, after dinner, Shuangyuan study room.

Mo Liancheng stayed there, painting.

It was a picture of a mother and son playing, with profound painting skills, the expressions of the mother and son were vividly depicted. Returning to the life here, he found that he fell in love with it more and more. It had nothing to do with the previous pretending to be indifferent, it was real.

I fell in love with the tranquility here and the smiles of mother and son.

"Chengcheng, what do you think Xiao Yuer is thinking about?"

"Curiosity, seeking knowledge."

"..." He only used two words to describe it?

Qu Tan'er twitched the corner of her mouth, "How do you know?"

"Haha! Idiot." He shook his head and cursed lovingly.

She ignored it, but asked enthusiastically after a while: "Chengcheng, when do you think Xiao Yu'er will call mother? He seems a bit stupid. In our modern world, children who are eight months old usually call mother. This

The little guy seems to be one year and a few months old."

A certain woman was looking forward to having Xiao Yuer call her mother, but Mo Liancheng said something shocking!

"Tan'er, if you force him to shout now, he will shout."

"Fuck?!..." Is the little guy still shouting with force? What does it mean? Qu Tan'er turned around strangely and looked at the little guy who was lying on the short couch seriously. The little guy was currently holding a thick book.

It seems to be playing, but it turns one page after another. The pause time on each page is about five seconds.

It's rhythmic and quite regular.

Occasionally it will stop for a long time, but it will recover quickly.

Is she too slow?

"Chengcheng..." She wanted to cry.

What kind of baby was born! This guy is just over a year old and is already pretending?!

At this time, Mo Liancheng said quietly: "I taught him how to read half a month ago."

"Can Xiao Yu'er understand?"

"As the son of this king, how dare he not understand?" A certain man raised his eyebrows, as if it was natural. But why does this tone sound so harsh?

Qu Tan'er was completely embarrassed. But when she thought about the world of Xuan Ling, she could accept it. What's more, Xiao Yu'er was originally extraordinary. After being baptized by spiritual energy, she could cultivate Xuan Ling Shuang.

Okay. She accepted this as a surprise.

But, what next?

"Yu'er, call me mother!" She rolled up her sleeves and put on a fierce face, seemingly threatening. As a result, the little guy raised his little head and glanced at her with his dark eyes, then lowered his head and continued to flip through the book. Then

Why do you feel like you are looking at an idiot with your little eyes?!

No more pretending? The little guy won’t pretend this time?

Qu Tan'er fainted when she saw him, "Chengcheng, I'm so sad that I've been ignored."

Mo Liancheng smiled faintly and looked at his precious son again, "Yu'er, call me mother."

The little guy curled up his little mouth and said in a milky voice: "Mommy."

"Bang!!~" Qu Tan'er really collapsed! Turning around again, she wanted to squat in the corner and draw circles.

Call me mommy, not mother!!

This sentence is true. The little one could understand it a month ago. But, has the little one been too lazy to call it?

At this time, Yu Haohuan reported from outside, "Your Majesty, Master Xiao Li is here."
Chapter completed!