The Queen sealed her heart and locked up her love, and the Emperor was trapped in the crematorium

Xie Yaoqing shook her head gently, the smile on her face was as bright and dazzling as the peach blossoms in full bloom in spring. The joy from the heart could not be completely concealed even if she wanted to. Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a yellow warbler singing out of the valley, and she said briskly: "No, little aunt likes playing with you the most. You don't know that it's so boring to be with your third uncle."

When Xie Yichen heard this, he was dumbfounded, his face full of disbelief. He could not accept such an evaluation, and his tone was full of surprise and confusion, "How can you feel bored when you are with me? How is this possible?"

I am a very interesting person, how could I make others feel bored? These words came from my own sister.

Xie Yaoqing glanced at Xie Yichen indifferently. Although she did not say a word, her eyes, expression and slightly raised eyebrows all conveyed a very obvious meaning - what else? If you are not bored, who else would be bored?

She was hypnotized to the point of being drowsy, isn't she bored?

At this moment, in this room, Xie Yichen's mood seemed to be crushed into pieces by an invisible hand, and scattered silently all over the floor.

However, he did not expect that something even more heartbreaking was waiting for him.

Xie Siyan nodded seriously, his chubby face full of seriousness, and said softly, "Yes, Third Uncle is indeed a bit boring, little aunt, you have worked so hard!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his chubby little hand and gently patted Xie Yaoqing, as if to comfort her.

The little girl Xie Siyue heard what her brother said and immediately followed suit, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, little aunt."

Seeing this, Xie Yichen couldn't help but cover his chest, his face bitter, and complained sadly: "You are too much, Third Uncle, my heart hurts so much that it's about to break."

His movements were so exaggerated that anyone with a discerning eye could tell they were fake.

Of course it was impossible to fool an adult like Xie Yaoqing, but this worked for a child.

After all, children are often pure-minded and innocent, and they will believe whatever they see and hear.

Xie Siyue was young and innocent, and was easily deceived by Xie Yichen's disguise. She mistakenly thought that her uncle was really in unbearable pain in his chest. She let go of his hand anxiously and ran to Xie Yichen's side. Because she was not tall enough, she could only stand on tiptoe, stretch her arms as much as possible, and gently pat Xie Yichen's chest to help him breathe. At the same time, she asked in a soft and concerned voice: "Uncle, does it still hurt now? Do you need a doctor to come and see?"

In contrast, Xie Siyue's brother was much more alert, perhaps because he had seen his uncle's unreliable appearance many times, so he did not fall for it this time. He sat down obediently with Xie Yaoqing's hand, and then took the cake she handed over and ate it in small bites, with satisfaction written on his little face.

Xie Yichen didn't really have a heartache, so there was no need to ask a doctor for treatment. Although he failed to deceive his sister and nephew, he was still quite proud of being able to successfully fool his innocent little niece.

Especially when the little girl whispered to comfort him, Xie Yichen even felt that even if he was really sick, he would recover at this moment, because his little niece was a good medicine for him.

Xie Yichen touched the little girl's head and said softly: "It doesn't hurt that much anymore, but it still hurts a little bit. Yueyue, can you recite a poem for your uncle? Maybe your uncle will feel better after hearing the poem you recite."

He actually deceived the child openly and blatantly. After hearing this, Xie Yaoqing couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth slightly, and cast a reproachful look at her third brother, saying "How dare you lie to a child?"

The third brother is really getting better and better. He even lied to his little niece and he didn't feel guilty at all.

However, Xie Yichen did not feel embarrassed at all. After all, he had always been a thick-skinned person, and how could words used to coax a child be called a lie?

Besides, Yueyue is so worried about him. As an elder, how can I let my little niece worry and be sad all the time?

The little girl frowned slightly, looking half-believing and half-doubting what her uncle said. Because she looked innocent and cute, even if she frowned, she still looked so lovable.

At this moment, Xie Yichen took a deep breath and expressed his unbearable heartache in an even more exaggerated manner.

The little girl was so anxious that she quickly recited a poem, "Geese, goose, goose, bend their necks and cut them with a knife, pluck their feathers and add a ladle of water, light the fire and cover the pot."

I saw her shaking her head, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and occasionally stamping her feet. She looked quite serious. However, when I heard what she was reciting clearly, it was so horrible that I never wanted to hear it a second time after hearing it only once.

Xie Yaoqing knew that her niece was not as good as her brother in academics, but she never expected that she would learn like this. The poem "Ode to the Goose" was a good poem, but except for the first sentence "Goose, goose, goose", the rest of the sentences were all wrong, and the whole poem completely turned into a doggerel.

Would the teacher in the school teach students such a doggerel that is not worthy of being read in a formal hall? It must be impossible, Xie Yaoqing thought. If the teacher heard his students recite such a poem, he would probably faint on the ground with anger, and even his goatee would tremble with anger.

However, Xie Yichen clapped his hands and praised her non-stop, saying that she looked very much like himself when he was a child, and had quite the charm he had back then. The little girl blushed at his praises and hid in Xie Yaoqing's arms embarrassedly.