Murong Hongyu, who was sitting next to him, followed his gaze and glanced at the ring below. Although he didn't speak, his expression quite agreed with Ye Chengan's words.
"Han Qing, what do you think?" Mo Xiuzhu, who had been sitting next to him and fanning himself gracefully with a long fan, turned his head and asked Mo Hanqing beside him.
Mo Hanqing held a white jade teacup in his fair and slender hands. He took a leisurely sip, then glanced at Mo Xiuzhu lightly and said in a cool voice: "Call me your uncle."
"..." The smile on Mo Xiuzhu's face suddenly froze.
Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu, who were sitting next to them, continued to drink tea with unsurprised expressions on their faces.
"No." The fan in Mo Xiuzhu's hand sped up and he refused very simply: "You are obviously the same size as me, so I don't want to call you uncle."
"Oh..." Mo Hanqing slowly put down the tea cup in his hand, raised his dark and deep eyes and looked at Mo Xiuzhu who was sitting next to him. The corner of his mouth suddenly curved slightly, and his voice was full of laughter. Du Liangyi said: "I don't mind beating you until you call me."
"..." The expression on Mo Xiuzhu's face became even stiffer.
When Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu heard this, they couldn't help laughing.
"Don't laugh!" Mo Xiuzhu turned around and glared fiercely at the two friends beside him.
They are obviously similar in age, and they call each other by their first names on weekdays.
But in terms of seniority, Mo Hanqing is his father's younger brother. Although they are about the same size, he must call him uncle.
However, under normal circumstances, when he calls him Han Qing, he doesn't react at all, but now he is suddenly asked to call him Emperor Uncle... That can only explain one problem...
Mo Xiuzhu stared at the two friends next to him for a long time. When they stopped laughing, he lowered his voice and asked softly: "What's wrong with him?? He's been in a bad mood recently??"
"Who knows..." Ye Chengan spread his hands and said with a helpless expression: "You are always in the palace and never come out. Hong Yu and I have been bullied by him for nearly half a month."
After Murong Hongyu heard Ye Chengan's words, he turned to look at Mo Xiuzhu and nodded expressionlessly, which was regarded as acquiescence.
Mo Xiuzhu immediately looked at them with sympathy, then lowered his head to drink tea and stopped talking.
His experience since childhood told him that when Mo Hanqing is in a bad mood, he should never go over to mess with him...
Otherwise... there is only one word for the outcome - miserable.
Just when he was trying to reduce his presence, Mo Hanqing, who had been looking at the ring below, suddenly shouted softly: "The emperor's nephew."
Mo Xiuzhu was startled, and it took him a while to realize that he was calling him.
"Hey... uncle... what's the matter??" He quickly put down the teacup in his hand, turned around, and looked at Mo Hanqing with a smile on his face and asked.
"Pfft..."
"hehe… "
Ye Chengan and Murong Hongyu, who were sitting next to them, finally couldn't help laughing.
Mo Xiuzhu glared at the two of them secretly, then continued to look at the expressionless Mo Hanqing in front of him, and asked in a dogged manner: "Why is the emperor calling me?"
"Who do you think the two people below will win??" Mo Hanqing looked away from the ring, turned her head and looked at him and asked.