Zuo Wan seemed to be unsatisfied with the words and continued, "I don't know where you hit me. There are wild children born but not taught by my mother. If you know more about it, you'd better go back wherever you go."
She lived for more than fourteen years and never knelt down to anyone. Even if the emperor and noble sons saw her, they would not be too demanding on her because of her status as the number one talented woman in Nanzhao. At most, they would just be simple and etiquette.
Now a four-year-old carrot head that was a little older than her baby teeth was even changing, but she said she wanted to kneel down. How could she swallow her anger?
Xin Mo'er seemed to be hit, her eyes were full of tears, and she was very pitiful. Her little shoulders kept shaking, and her voice trembled, "You're talking nonsense, I'm a child with a father and a mother, but I'm not the wild child you said."
Then he kicked his calves and ran behind Zuo Wan, hugging Feng Qingcang's calves directly, and tears fell down, "Father, what the aunt said is not really right? Mo'er is a child born and taught by mother, right? Mo'er is not the bastard she said, right? That aunt is a bad guy, right? Will the father help Mo'er kill the bad guy?"
Her crystal tears and a series of questions made Feng Qingcang cry, which had never fluctuated for a long time. She squatted down and reached her tearful little face, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Xin Mo'er's eyes, and said in a rare and gentle voice, "Be good Mo'er, Mo'er won't cry, Mo'er has a father, what the aunt just said was lies, Father will help you beat the bad guy later."
Zuo Wan's body was stiff and she didn't dare to turn around for a long time. She looked at Feng Qingcang's eyes. The corners of her lips turned white, and the blood on her delicate face faded, which was comparable to a zombie.
She now generally understood that the little kid was deliberately provoking her to force her to say those ungrateful and dirty words in front of her beloved, which made her image in front of Feng Qingcang plummet.
The position of Princess Xu is to be a talented and virtuous person. She obviously no longer has this one. Unexpectedly, her image of a lady that she had been hard-working for a long time was destroyed by her in the past.
Feng Qingyu stared at Zuo Wan's back angrily. For so many days, he had always seen her smiling innocently and innocently. He had never seen her cry so sadly. When he saw her crying today, his heart was also thrust, as if he was sadder than crying himself. Those words cursing on her seemed to be even more uncomfortable than scolding on him.
Feng Qingyu's teeth choked, regardless of whether Zuo Wan's relationship with his mother could be as kind as ever, and rushed to her in anger with disgust in her eyes.
"You are still the most talented woman in Nan Zhao Kingdom. She reads history books thoroughly, is knowledgeable and talented, and knows the wise men of saints. She actually bullies a child! It seems that you don't need to wear this title of the most talented woman in Nan Zhao Kingdom. The title of shrew cursing the street is quite suitable for you!"