Mo Hua didn't speak, and still kept writing the family rules silently.

His rules have always been very strict. As long as he kneels down, if Mo Yao doesn't say anything, even if he kneels until his legs are ruined, there is no reason to get up by himself.

Sometimes, he even hopes in his heart that the elder brother will fail and beat him to death with a whip.

Unfortunately, I couldn't get what I wanted every time.

I was seriously injured, fainted, woke up, and continued my unchanging life.

"There's another thing." Mo Yao walked to the wall, took a rattan strip from the wall, walked over, and looked at the boy calmly, "I learned this morning that your portrait had appeared in the palace, and you probably need an explanation for this matter."

The young man's hand holding the pen finally paused, and ink dripped onto the white rice paper, and a beautiful small calligraphy that he had just copied was declared invalid.

Put down the pen in your hand, sort out the rice paper that has been written in the middle of the night and has been dry, and put it aside.

This piece of waste rice paper was carefully folded and placed aside. The boy's movements were calm and elegant, even with a bit of nobility. It was very pleasing to the eye and lived up to the reputation of the noble young man.

Everything was sorted out and the long table was restored to order.

Mo Hua spoke, his voice was quiet, and even his fatigue was hidden well: "Mo Hua takes responsibility, please teach me a lesson."

After the words came, Mo Yao's face suddenly became gloomy and anger arose in his eyes: "So, are you not going to explain at all?"

He asked, his voice cold into his bones.

Mo Hua lowered his head and said the same thing: "Mo Hua takes responsibility, please teach me a lesson from my elder brother."

After the words came, a vine slammed hard on the back, with ten thousand force and 10% anger.

The force was so strong that the boy couldn't help but want to rush forward, but he had to stabilize his body tightly, kneel down without moving, and carefully adjust his breathing.

He knew that the night was still long.

If you make a mistake, explain it first and then take the blame.

It was the first time that I made a mistake but didn't explain it. The anger in my elder brother's heart can be imagined.

But, so what?

Mo Hua's eyes were not instantly instantly, and he stared at the Mo family rules on the long desk with great concentration. It seemed like a wild beast was clamoring wildly, making him want to reach out and tear it apart.

The pain came one after another, and the sweat on the forehead was falling like rain.

Mo Hua's short life appeared in his mind.

I still remember that when he was five years old, he liked rabbits and brought a docile little white rabbit from a cousin next to the Mo family. When the eldest brother saw it, he was very angry and ordered him to send it back immediately. He said no.

The rabbit was thrown to death in front of him, peeled and roasted rabbit meat.

The eldest brother ordered him to eat, but he refused to obey.

A rattan was cut off, and the five-year-old child couldn't stand it. After compromising, he took a bite with tears in his eyes, vomited for a night, and had a high fever for three days.

At that time, he was so young, he was already more clear than many teenagers. The rattan was not hard.

If a rattan hits someone, the rattan will break, but the person will not break.

Although he still doesn't understand what the rabbit made.

But since then, he has become deeply afraid of his elder brother, and he will subconsciously feel fear when he sees Tengtou.

When he was six years old, he entered a private school. The children in the private school were active. After class, they made an appointment to climb trees. He and a friend stood under the tree branch, and the branch broke.

He reached out and grabbed his partner, and his body hit the ground first, with scratches all over his body.
Chapter completed!