Ye Li pursed her lips and smiled: "In order to avoid the soldiers from not getting through the battlefield for a long time and being unfamiliar with their hands and feet, why not...what should I do a military exercise?"

"Military exercise?" Qin Feng said a little novel. Although it sounds very strange, you can only hear the princess' meaning from this point of view. In fact, various countries have some exercises in training armies, such as sailor exercises, platooning troops, training from various troops, etc., but Qin Feng always feels that the princess will inevitably give a more interesting approach. Ye Li nodded and thought while laughing: "Not bad... Qin Feng, look back to see which part of the northwest is suitable for such large-scale exercises." Qin Feng raised his eyebrows, "Does it take a big place? The newly built Mo family military academy ground fifty miles away in Licheng should be big enough." Ye Li shook his head and smiled: "What I want is not that kind of place, it is a battlefield!"

"Battlefield!" Qin Feng was shocked, "What does the princess mean?"

Ye Li nodded and smiled, "Yes, the terrain is complex and the territory is vast. It is enough to support a real battle. I want a joint exercise of multiple arms and multiple military branches. Not only the Mo family army, but also the Black Cloud Cavalry, including the Qilin, must participate."

Qin Feng painted the scene Ye Li said in his heart, and suddenly felt his blood boiling. He immediately responded loudly: "Prince, please rest assured, my subordinates must find a suitable place!" Ye Li nodded with satisfaction and said: "Very good, go and do your business. I will discuss this matter with the prince. Before this... keep it confidential."

"Sir, obey the order!" Qin Fengying's face was full of excitement. He has indeed been a little too idle in recent years. Although acting is not a real battlefield, Qin Feng found it very interesting after hearing the princess's few words.

"Mother..." The child's light footsteps and soft and coquettish call came from outside the door.

The smile on Ye Li's face became a little gentler. As soon as he raised his head, he saw his baby walking in with a grievance and looking at him pitifully. Qin Feng, who was standing on the side, thrusting his mouth without a trace, and retreating to the side, "I have seen the prince." Mo Xiaobao found that there were outsiders in the study, and his aggrieved expression froze a little. Ye Li smiled and said, "Baby, what's wrong?" Mo Xiaobao ignored Qin Feng directly, turned the wide desk and threw himself into Ye Li's arms and rubbed his face, "Mother's concubine... I don't call him a baby. Chen'er has grown up..."

Ye Li reached out and picked up Mo Xiaobao and let him sit in his arms, raised his hand and clicked his little forehead and smiled, "Okay, sorry, my mother has forgotten again. What's wrong with Chen'er coming to find his mother?" I have to say that his subtle ability is terrible hatred. When Mo Xiaobao was just born, Ye Li still remembered to call Mo Xiaobao more famous in the future, so as not to spread the name too widely, his son felt embarrassed in the future. Unfortunately, before Mo Xiaobao had the ability to protest, Mo Xiuyao would have spread his son's nickname to the entire Mo family army. If it weren't for Mo Xiaobao's big name that had caused some shock at the beginning, I'm afraid everyone would think that the prince of the Ding Prince's Mansion had the surname Mo Xiaobao.

Mo Xiaobao rubbed his mother's arms with satisfaction, and smelled the faint fragrance on his mother's body with satisfaction, blinked his big eyes and said, "Candy is here to accompany her for lunch." Ye Li looked out at the sky and looked at Qin Feng. Qin Feng lowered his head and coughed lightly. He held back his smile and said, "Go back to the princess, it's just past Si Shi." Ye Li looked down at Mo Xiaobao raised his eyebrows, "What bad thing did you do?" Mo Xiaobao held his mouth and raised his little hand pitifully to Ye Li, "Mom, the child's hand hurts..."

Ye Li was helpless, "What did your father ask you to do?"

"The father asked the child to copy the Ding King's Biography ten times, and he would not be allowed to have lunch until he finished writing it. Woo... Chen'er's hand is going to be destroyed..." There are eight articles in the history of Chu, each of which is at least two or three thousand words, with a total of nearly 20,000 words. If he wrote it ten times, it would be more than 200,000 words. Mo Xiaobao shook and grabbed his mother tightly. He could not write it even if he was beaten to death, as his hand would be broken! So he came to ask his mother for help while his father was not there.

He must have added the sentence that cannot be finished and is not allowed to eat. Ye Li, who knows his son's virtue, has no choice but to complain about Mo Xiuyao's punishment of his son copying so many things. Mo Xiaobao is less than five years old and can't even hold the pen very steadily. More than 200,000 words are required to be written for a long time even if you copy more than 200,000 words, not to mention a child who has not even recognized the words. After thinking about it, Ye Li said, "Then change it to copy the King of Dingming." King of Dingming, the first generation King of Dingming, Mo Lanyun, was posthumously named Ming. Seeing the joyful light in Mo Xiaobao's eyes, Ye Li slowly added: "After writing, you must be able to read all the words. When your father comes back, he will read them in front of him. Do you know?"

Mo Xiaobao blinked his eyes, but when he saw the unchanging expression in his mother's eyes, he had to agree reluctantly. From eight articles to ten times, it was good enough. He leaned close to Ye Li's arms obediently, "I understand."

"Good boy." Ye Li rubbed her son's little head and smiled.

Mo Xiaobao immediately smiled and nodded, "The child is the most obedient, the child loves his mother the most." Ye Li lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead and said, "Mom loves Chen'er the most, too."

Qin Feng, who was standing next to him, watched the mother and son interact, shook his head secretly in his heart. Little prince, every time you come to pretend to be pitiful and get close to the princess when the prince is away, you will be punished when he comes back. Is it really meaningful?

"The prince is back." The maid's greeting came from outside the door. Qin Feng glanced at the little prince who was still in the princess' arms and escaped quickly. "Princess, my subordinates will take their leave first." Ye Li nodded and said, "Go."

Mo Xiuyao stepped into the room and saw his son who looked like a good baby sitting in Ye Li's arms frowning unconsciously. He was wearing white clothes and the snow-white silver silk, and he looked cold and high. But when he saw his wife sitting behind the desk, his slightly cold eyes became a little warmer. "Ali, what else?" Ye Li patted Mo Xiaobao, looked up and smiled, "It's nothing, Chen'er just came to pay me a favor." Mo Xiaobao was a little unwilling to come from his mother

He came down from his arms and walked up to salute his father, "Son greets his father." Mo Xiuyao stared at him condescendingly for a moment, leaned over and hugged him up and looked at him in a straight line, "Come to pay tribute to your mother? Xiaobao is so filial, and the father is deeply relieved." He was hugged by his father's arms, Mo Xiaobao immediately seemed to struggle, but his little strength could not help Mo Xiuyao's hand. Mo Xiuyao hugged him in his arms, and Mo Xiaobao tried his best and turned red, and his little face could not shake the two arms that seemed like iron arms.
Chapter completed!