I heard that Quan Xiang wants to be good [rebirth]

Jing Mu knew this little devil in the world.

Concubine Hui, as a mother, is a willful person.Jing Kuang was a man of few words, and Concubine Hui felt bored, so she spoiled that sweet-talking young son to heaven.This Jing Cong wanted the stars for the stars and the moon for the moon since he was a child. Until he ascended the throne in his previous life, he was still a dandy in the imperial city who didn't care about power and only cared about pleasure.

He glanced at Jing Cong, then raised his hand and started to take up the paper kite thread.Jing Cong saw that he wanted to accept him, so he didn't care about other things. He stepped on the threshold and ran over with his short legs, grabbed his arm, and said, "Did you not hear what my prince said? This prince likes it." This thing."

As he spoke, he began to grab the paper kite with his hands.

But Jing Cong is only a seven or eight-year-old child after all, although the attack is not serious, but it is not against Jing Muhe.While collecting the paper kite, Jing Mu lowered his head and warned with a blank expression, "This is my thing."

"I like it, it's mine!" Jing Cong shouted. "This prince orders you, give it to me quickly!"

Although Jing Cong was young, he knew the origin of the master in Zhongli Palace.It was nothing more than a wild kid randomly found by his mother and concubine from the people in order to clean up the queen.How could such a wild boy be his master in front of him?

He is a slave.

Thinking of this, Jing Cong's hands became stronger, and he reached for the kite string again.

The servants around did not dare to step forward, they only dared to stand helplessly watching the two masters scramble for each other.

Seeing that his hand was hooked on the thread, Jing Mu frowned impatiently, and lifted the thread.Unexpectedly, Jing Cong was an ancestor who was unwilling to cut his nails even for death. The nails on his little hands were quite long, and when he scraped them so hard, the kite string was broken.

The kite string as thin as silk was pulled by the paper kite in the sky, and it went up into the sky.Jing Mu raised his hand to grab it, but the thin and slippery thread slipped from his fingertips and into the blue sky.

Jing Mu lowered his eyes, didn't say a word, and lifted up the little fat man who broke the kite string with one hand.

Before Jing Mu returned to the palace, he spent three or four years in the army.Regardless of whether he was a child or not, the army asked him to use that heavy weapon.Now this little fat man who weighs dozens of kilograms is in Jing Mu's hands without any effort at all.

Jing Cong saw the kite flying away, but unfortunately he cried out.At this time, someone lifted the collar, and suddenly his feet left the ground, and the fabric of the collar was held in the opponent's hand, which made him unable to breathe.

The little fat man screamed in fright, kicked his legs to grab his hand, and shouted for help at the top of his voice.

"I just said that it is my thing, why do you move it?" Jing Mu's eyes were so deep that he couldn't see the bottom, implying anger and evil spirit.His voice was low, and his subordinates were merciless, making the little fat man feel as if the person in front of him was about to strangle him to death.

Jing Cong's tears fell down immediately.

The wind in spring was not strong, the paper kite spun a few times in the air, and then floated down with the wind.

Jing Mu saw it.

Like throwing a bag, he threw the crying little fat man on the ground, stepped on the wall of Zhongli Palace, and chased after him.

How did Jing Cong suffer such grievances, let alone being thrown to the ground.He just felt that the whole body was broken, especially the butt/butt was very painful.Although he didn't know what it felt like to be broken to pieces, but he had never been beaten since he was born, and now he felt that being broken to pieces was nothing more than that.

With such pain and grievance, Jing Cong opened his throat and began to cry.The surrounding palace people were in a state of confusion, and came up one after another to check.

Jing Cong's nanny was so frightened that she called out to Lord Tian, ​​and ran out of Zhongli Palace to find Concubine Hui.

Jing Mu stepped on the red wall all the way, chasing the kite to a woods half a mile away.The kite landed on the book in the woods, and the thin wings caused the branches to pierce.

Jing Mu was quite unhappy.Just now because of frustration, he compared the paper kite to Shao Fu, but within a moment, he broke the paper kite.

He climbed up the tree two or three times, carefully removed the paper kite from the branch, and smoothed the broken place.

I don't know if it can be repaired when I go back, Jing Mu thought.

He took the paper kite and walked back to the Bell Palace.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard crying and comforting and persuading voices intertwined in one place. It was obvious that the little fat man was still crying here.Jing Mu frowned, and took the paper kite and stepped into the palace gate.

The little fat man was still sitting on the ground, barking like thunder but not rain, and the tears in his eyes had long since dried up.

He handed the paper kite to a waiter and asked him to take it in and put it away, then walked towards Jing Cong alone.

When Jing Cong saw him coming, he was like a god of death, and the eight meridians that had stopped hurting just now began to ache again.He quickly closed his mouth, but tears rolled down like beads in an instant, and even his nose began to twitch.He pursed his lips to bear it, but he couldn't hold it back, and cried out with a groan.

This time I really cried.

He used his chubby hand to pull the palace servants around him for protection, but no one dared to touch Jing Mu.He could only cry with tears in his eyes, watching the second brother who looked like Hades walk slowly in front of him, and picked him up from the ground like a chicken.

"You broke my stuff and you're crying with me?" he asked.

Jing Cong was actually guided by the desire to survive, and for the first time in his life, he willingly apologized and begged for mercy: "I was wrong...Second Brother, I didn't mean to...!"

The little fat man thought he had made the biggest concession in his life, but Jing Mu didn't take his apology and begging for mercy seriously.

"Wrong?" Jing Mu said coldly. "What's the use of saying something wrong?"

Jing Cong was so frightened that he sobbed hard when he heard this, "I... I... I will pay you one!"

Jing Mu sneered.

At this moment, a voice came from the gate of the palace: "Mu'er, what are you doing!"

Jing Mu looked up, and saw Emperor Qianning following Concubine Hui.

With tears in his eyes, Jing Cong finally saw the real rescuer.With a groan, he cried out, "Father! Father, help!"

Jing Mu glanced down at him, then threw him to the ground.

The little fat man's ass/buttocks are all blue.

Emperor Qian Ning watched Jing Cong being thrown on the ground in front of him by Jing Mu, as if throwing a cargo, and immediately turned pale with rage.Concubine Hui had never seen her youngest son, whom she held dear to her heart, being bullied like this, so she blurted out "Cong'er" and rushed forward.

"Royal father." Jing Mu turned a blind eye, as if nothing had happened, and bowed to the emperor.

"What are you doing to beat your seventh brother!" Emperor Qianning said angrily.

"Return to father, he broke my son's things." Jing Mu saluted calmly. "My son is just teaching him some lessons."

"Give me some lessons, and throw Cong'er around like this!" Concubine Hui said angrily with tears in her eyes. "Poor my child, I've never been bullied like this... Your Majesty! What's the difference between bullying Cong'er like this and bullying a slave!"

Jing Cong was already aggrieved and in pain, but hearing what his mother and concubine said, he really felt that he was being scolded as a slave, and wept even more sadly.

"What are you waiting for! Why don't you invite the imperial physician!" Concubine Hui yelled angrily after arresting another servant next to her. "If the Seventh Prince is beaten up, how can the heads on your necks be able to bear it!"

As he spoke, he hugged Jing Cong and began to cry.

Emperor Gan Ning also had a rather unsightly face.

Among his several sons, the willful, simple and sweet-talking Jing Cong is the one he likes the most.And this liking is not a liking for Jing Cong to inherit Datong, but a liking for him with confidence.

Emperor Qianning's idea is quite peculiar.He knows that the sons who have the ability to inherit the great order are the pillars of the country, but only those sons who have no ability to inherit the great order make him feel that they are not his enemies, so that he can rest assured and love him without any distractions. .

Jing Cong is such a child, so he alone has the warmth of Emperor Ning.This is also the reason why today he was only going to see Concubine Hui, but rushed over immediately after hearing about Jing Cong's accident.

Now seeing Concubine Hui and Jing Cong crying together, while Jing Mu on the other side ignored him, Emperor Qianning frowned more and more.

"A lesson? Just bullying your seventh brother like this for the sake of a dead thing?" Emperor Qianning said coldly. "Jing Mu, do you know your mistake?"

After all, Emperor Qian Ning couldn't go down with such ruthless hands to deal with Jing Mu.In the eyes of Emperor Qian Ning, things that have nothing to do with succession to the throne can't be overturned.And the playful conflicts between the children are nothing more than a trivial matter that ordered him to correct his mistakes after he was reprimanded.

But Jing Mu decided to do the opposite of what he wanted.

Standing in front of Emperor Qianning, Jing Mu lowered his eyebrows, but his expression was as calm as before, without any sign of regret.Hearing Emperor Qianning's question, he said respectfully: "Father, what's wrong with my son?" He glanced at the crying little fat man, and said: "If you break someone's stuff, you will have to pay for it." Being punished has been the principle since ancient times.”

Emperor Qianning's eyes widened with anger at his unrepentant, even indifferent appearance.

In the past, I only knew that this kid was dull and dull, but I didn't expect that he would have such a bad temper that would be vengeful and unforgiving.Presumably it is because he has been in contact with those lowly people in the folk a lot, and his magnanimity is also raised from the market, so it is difficult to become a big weapon.

"...If you want to punish the prince, it's your turn!" Emperor Qianning continued.

"It's my minister's things that are broken, and I have the right to pursue them." Jing Mu took it for granted.

His logic made Emperor Qian Ning laugh angrily.

He said "yes" three times in a row, his complexion was scary.He sneered, and said: "Since that's the case, Jing Mu, you hit my child, so it's only logical that I punish you for this."

Such a sentence clearly divides the distance between closeness and distance.

The next moment, Emperor Gan Ning ordered: "Come here! Drag the second son of the emperor, Jing Mu, and give me a good [-] boards!"

It was already night and day when this matter reached Shu Changyu's ears.