Xin Mo'er's body shook. His father's expression was so terrible, but he still answered honestly, "Father, this was not for Mo'er, it was Mo'er himself."
"You drew it?" Feng Qingcang's voice was a little surprised and cold, and his eyes swept back to the painting. The brushwork on it looked very familiar, not much different from the picture of the beautiful man in the flower cluster that she drew last time.
It can be seen that it was done by one person.
"I asked you to go to Taibai Mountain for nine years. Have you learned these things for me?!" Feng Qingcang was furious, with a strong anger in his eyes.
Xin Mo'er's body trembled. She had never seen her father get so angry.
I remember when I was five years old, I burned the kitchen of the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, kicked the prince's butt, and hit the emperor's concubine. The father just said a few words to her, and never had such a big deal as he did now.
The rage.
She didn't understand, where she had provoked him.
It turns out that males are too overcrowded and moody.
Fortunately, he is not the emperor, otherwise he would have been a tyrant and would have harmed the country and the people!
"Father, isn't Mo'er painting this painting for you?" Xin Mo'er lowered her head like a child who had done something wrong, and her voice was almost unheard.
Feng Qingcang has profound skills and ears. Even if she just moves her mouth, he can see what she is saying. After restraining her anger a little, she still said calmly, "For the sake of her father?"
Xin Mo'er's anger was probably a little calmed when she heard his tone. She raised her head and looked at him carefully, "Of course, my father is twenty-eight years old this year, and he has passed the age of twentieth, and in another two years, he will be three.
After ten, there is no woman in the Xu Palace. Father, you, a normal man, should have physical needs. Mo'er draws this to help his father relieve boredom and vent his fire. Mo'er is like this
He is considerate of his father, but he also blames Mo'er. Does his father hate Mo'er?" He said as he looked aggrieved.
"Then, then, my father should really thank you?" Feng Qingcang's eyes shot out with sharp light.
Xin Mo'er didn't dare to look at him, so she quickly withdrew her gaze. The father said something that he had gritted his teeth. Perhaps the anger in his heart had not yet calmed down, so she could no longer add fuel to the fire.
Feng Qingcang saw her bowing her head and looking remorseful. She calmed down and said, "Don't draw women in the future, otherwise my father Wang's family law will deal with it."
Men are not allowed to draw, women are not allowed to draw. Father, you are really a hegemonic! Xin Moer was very dissatisfied with the accusation, but she dared not refute.
She didn't want to understand the family rules of King Xu's mansion.
The family rules of the Xu Prince's Mansion are extraordinary. Other people's family rules are to serve the punishment, but the family rules of the father's family rules are to hit her on the butt.
It would be fine if she was beaten when she was a child, but now she is almost in the air. If she is spanked again and it will be spread, she will not have to see anyone.
"Okay, go to bed." Feng Qingcang saw her rare obedience, and then thought, put down the bowl in her hand, walked straight to the big bed, and was about to untidy the clothes.
Xin Mo'er widened her eyes and found her voice for a while, "Father, this is my bed."