Interstellar Peak Glory

These are the things that Ling Feitong is really worried about. I am afraid that Ling Feitong has tasted all the bitterness and bitterness of his slave life for so many years.

He doesn't want his children to experience these things that make people grow up overnight, so he would rather send the children away than let them be with their biological father.

"You're right about what you're worried about." Mo Jiahua said slowly, with a clear voice: "I really can't control what those people say behind their backs, and it's impossible for them to say something unpleasant. Just put them to death. But why are you making decisions for them?"

Ling Feitong opened his eyes and looked at Mo Jiahua.

Mo Jiahua asked: "You have experienced these same things back then, or even worse. Do you regret being taken away from the slave farm by this king?" Ling Feitong was stunned, shook his head and said: "I don't regret it."

Mo Jiahua asked again: "Then do you regret going to this king's bed?"

Ling Feitong's lips trembled slightly, and said: "I don't regret it."

Mo Jiahua nodded, and said: "You have been bullied by others, but you have not regretted it so far. This shows that in your heart, those bullyings are not more important than the times you have experienced."

Ling Feitong stared blankly at Mo Jiahua, he felt that he seemed to know him even less than he imagined.

Mo Jiahua seldom reasoned with him, and most of the time he gave orders directly.

Perhaps in the eyes of Mo Jiahua, what he said is the truth that cannot be refuted.

This kind of self-confidence, which is almost arrogant, can only be possessed by a proud son of heaven with outstanding status and astonishing strength like Mo Jiahua.

"It's the same for children." Mo Jiahua's voice was light: "When you are being bullied, what do you think about?"

Ling Feitong's brain cells were not enough, and he said drowsily: "I will think, I will learn to fight hard, and beat all the people who bully me so slowly that they will find their teeth and kneel down and beg for mercy."

Mo Jiahua said: "For Dabao and Xiaobao, I will not raise them as delicate flowers in the greenhouse, but let the best teachers teach them the ability to protect themselves, so that they can learn the most powerful from childhood. Survival skills, who dare to bully them, they themselves will let those people be punished."

Ling Feitong looked at Mo Jiahua.

Mo Jiahua did not promise that Dabao and Xiaobao would not be bullied by others behind their backs, but these words were more acceptable to Ling Feitong than the promises-it is better to be sparse, rather than being a protective umbrella for children forever, Mo Jiahua is more willing to choose to let Dabao and Xiaobao can be alone as soon as possible, "I say so, can you feel at ease?" Mo Jiahua asked softly.

After a long time, Ling Feitong nodded.

Mo Jiahua's heart was also sore and uncomfortable. Although he sent out a wave of evil fire, he still couldn't really blame Ling Feitong for the bad consequences caused by those thoughts.

Mo Jiahua snorted, raised his hand and flicked Ling Feitong's head, and said: "Idiot, what about the iron law of the empire? It's not all set by people. How can a living person be trapped by these dead rules?" die?"

Ling Feitong: "What do you mean?"

Mo Jiahua snorted coldly: "I'm too lazy to talk to you so much."

Ling Feitong: "..."

Ling Feitong didn't want to set fire to Mo Jiahua again, thought for a while, and said: "What if one day, Dabao and Xiaobao injure someone who shouldn't and can't be beaten?"

Mo Jiahua said coldly: "Before this king, there is no one who shouldn't be beaten and can't be beaten."

It's capricious enough, I like it, Ling Feitong thought, nodded and looked at Mo Jiahua and asked again: "What if I hit him?"

Mo Jiahua looked at Ling Feitong.

Ling Feitong blinked at Mo Jiahua.

After a while, Mo Jiahua seemed to twitch the corner of his mouth, pinched Ling Feitong's slender neck, and said, "Who is in the room today?"

Ling Feitong said: "Your Highness didn't ask?"

Mo Jiahua was impatient and disdainful: "Where is the time to take care of them, and take away those who are alive."

Ling Feitong said: "The other things are easy to deal with. There is one person, he is Tang Zhanhui's grandson."

Megahua: "..."

Ling Feitong felt that Mo Jiahua's expression did not match what he had imagined, so he couldn't help becoming nervous, stood up straight, and said, "Is it difficult?"

"Trouble is for sure. Tang Zhanhui has military power, and the Tang family is not easy to provoke." Mo Jiahua glanced lightly at Ling Feitong's red rabbit eyes, and said: "But this king is just surprised—it's really a narrow road for enemies .”

Ling Feitong laughed and said, "Your Highness is still in the mood to joke at this time."

Mo Jiahua said: "It's difficult but it doesn't mean it can't be solved. Did you kill someone?"

Ling Feitong shook his head and said, "I chopped up his thing."

"..." Mo Jiahua said: "If the person is not dead, then it will be easier. Tang Jiaming will not say anything on the face, but he has moved this king's son and spared his life. This king is magnanimous enough."

Ling Feitong gasped suddenly, and said, "I didn't kill them all, but they found out that Dabao is a mermaid."

Mo Jiahua said calmly: "Cut the weeds and roots, and those who know the news have already been controlled. It is related to the royal family's secrets, and they are too unlucky."

"The one from the Tang family?"

"Save it and go back to report." Mo Jiahua's eyes were cold, and he said: "Just to create momentum for the two children, this king wants to see, who dares to talk nonsense without eyes."

Ling Feitong: "..."

"What's your expression?" Mo Jiahua stared at Ling Feitong.

Ling Feitong smiled faintly and said, "Your Highness, is this too high-profile?"

Mo Jiahua sneered: "Does this king dare to keep a low profile? If I keep a low profile, I don't know what it would be like to be slandered by you."

For example, when his father is unqualified or something, Ling Feitong will always look for problems on him.

Mo Jiahua squeezed Ling Feitong's hand tighter, and said: "Don't tell me about your slave status and pretend to be pitiful and sympathetic to excuse your petty thoughts. Don't think that this king doesn't know. The king troubled you, none of them could escape unscathed, what you did to them is far more than what they did to you."

Ling Feitong blinked desperately, with an innocent and bewildered expression.

He grabbed Mo Jiahua's arm, smiled obediently, and said, "Why can't I understand what Your Highness is saying?"

Instead of being angry, Mo Jiahua smiled, and slapped Ling Feitong on the ass.

"Oh!" Ling Feitong almost didn't jump up.

"Go to sleep." Mo Jiahua left a sentence, let go of Ling Feitong and walked out.

Ling Feitong rubbed half of his buttocks, followed up and said, "What are you doing, Your Highness?"

"Wipe your ass."

"..." Ling Feitong felt a little distressed, pressed the door to prevent Mo Jiahua from going out, and said: "Your Highness can just give me or Gu Yuan the order. You have been tossing around for half the night. You should rest first."

Mo Jiahua pinched his nose, and said: "You little white-eyed wolf still has a little conscience."

Ling Feitong pouted: "What little white-eyed wolf, what has become of your son?"

Mo Jiahua wanted to use tape to cover his mouth that didn't suffer at all!

He is eloquent and clever, and dare to say that others bullied him?

snort!

Mr. Mo Jiahua has a lot of people, so he doesn't care about him, and said: "Get out of the way."

Ling Feitong leaned against the door and said, "No way."

Mo Jiahua looked down at him from above.

Ling Feitong put his arms around Mo Jiahua's waist, and said: "Let someone lock Fang up in the public security station first, and we'll talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow, anyway, it's already like this..."

"Broken pot, right?" Mo Jiahua was annoyed by Ling Feitong: "What kind of reason is this?"

This guy is always angry at him, coaxing him, acting coquettishly and calculating at the same time, it's really disgusting!

Ling Feitong smiled and said, "Then consider it His Highness who will accompany me. I was frightened tonight, and I was kicked and scolded by His Highness. I haven't come back yet."

It was only then that Mo Jiahua remembered that he seemed to have really kicked Ling Feitong on the shoulder.

but……

"Don't pretend to be pitiful to this king. This king has no strength at all." Mo Jiahua resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and decided to explain to prevent Ling Feitong from thinking wildly: "Dabao has blood on his body. Although he is young, he is not awakened. It’s not too deep, but there are still toxins in the blood, I didn’t have time to explain it to you at that time—what are you laughing at?”

what's so funny?

And laughing so weirdly.

Ling Feitong leaned over and kissed the corner of Mo Jiahua's mouth, and said, "Your Highness is always soft-hearted towards me, isn't he? No matter what I do, Your Highness will never really blame me."

"Nonsense, I think you are the real narcissist."

"Does Your Highness love me very much?" Ling Feitong asked with a smile.

"narcissism."

"Your Highness, can't you be honest once?"

"dream!"

"Your Highness..."

"To shut up!"

"Your Highness, I have a feeling that I want to sleep with you!"

"...You can have this." Mo Jiahua stopped his mouth in time.

Ling Feitong: "..."

Shit, he really convinced Mo Jiahua.

There is only one bedroom in this room, but fortunately the sofa outside can be used as a small bed, and Ling Feitong and Mo Jiahua lay down side by side.

"How's your arm?" Mo Jiahua asked in a deep voice.

Ling Feitong replied truthfully: "A few stitches were made and adhesive was used. It will take about a week or two to heal."

Mo Jiahua sighed softly in the darkness, and touched Ling Feitong's face.

After a while, Mo Jiahua's voice sounded: "I am sorry for you."

Ling Feitong turned over, faced Mo Jiahua, held his hand and said: "Your Highness, don't say that, you have never done anything to be sorry to me, it was I who failed His Highness's trust and wishes, I was too disrespectful at the time. If you are sensible, you will not understand His Highness's kindness."

"Coax me?" Mo Jiahua obviously didn't believe it, and his tone was full of disdain.

Ling Feitong smiled and said: "How is it possible, I mean it sincerely, if His Highness doesn't believe it, it would be too presumptuous to belittle oneself."

After Mo Jiahua was silent for a while, he said: "You will make this king more and more narcissistic."

"I thought that His Highness's narcissism couldn't get any deeper."

Megahua: "..."

Don't want to talk, damn it.

Ling Feitong: "Hahaha!"

In all fairness, Mo Jiahua has treated him well enough, it can be said that he has already given everything that can be given to him, but back then he was still a little slave who had never been in contact with the upper-class aristocratic society, and he didn't understand Mo Jiahua's last resort at all. And helpless, naturally he didn't understand how rare everything Mo Jiahua did for him in secret.

Over the years, Ling Feitong has successfully penetrated into the upper echelon of the Shivir Empire by virtue of his own strength. Only when he saw too many power struggles that were more cruel than real swords and guns, did Ling Feitong truly understand what Mo Jiahua did. The deep meaning behind it and the helplessness of last resort.

For example, Mo Jiahua accepted those lovers who were sent to him, not because he was lustful, nor did he want to show others, but among these lovers, there were probably spies from certain forces, and Mo Jiahua needed to pass These people pass on the news that he hopes the other party can see and hear.

However, this was Ling Feitong at that time, who could never have imagined it.

He lacks the experience of living in the upper class. He has been exposed to real swords and guns since he was a child. He can't understand these murderous plots, and he doesn't understand how dirty and dark are hidden behind those glamorous upper class people. evil intentions.

He is precocious and simple, and has his own little temper.

So until many years later, he thought that Mo Jiahua treated him nothing more than that.

But now, when he returned to Mo Jiahua's side again, he no longer complained about himself, no longer felt inferior and self-pitying, and looked at Mo Jiahua's actions again from a calm third-person standpoint, and finally the cloud cleared.

He did not see the wrong person, nor did he love the wrong person.

That's good, really good.

□Author’s gossip: I’m finally happy and happy, throwing flowers to celebrate~ "(＾〇$) "Oh~Thank you Maggie2015 for the bananas, and loveiscrime for the cucumbers, what a slap~