Hold the thick thighs tightly [My father is a traitor]

Leng Qingyin stood quietly where she was, watching Wang Cheng indifferently as he hurriedly ran to the second floor and angrily dragged the kid into the box.

Then, he turned his head and nodded slightly in a certain direction behind him. In that unnoticed corner, a person quietly retreated.

Inside the second floor box

The old man was glaring angrily at his niece who was in trouble.

Little Yining grabbed Xiao Pang's hand and made him stand there as punishment. She raised her eyes cautiously and complained, "Qing Jie'er misses her uncle. Her uncle hasn't hugged her today."

Wang Cheng, who was blamed for the crime, was almost angry and fell backwards. At this moment, he deeply understood the anger and helplessness of his old rival when facing his daughter.

He suppressed his temper and asked with a half-smile, "Qing Jie'er, is it because your uncle doesn't want to hug you?"

The little girl nodded vigorously, blinked her big tearful eyes, and asked her mother with a pursed mouth: "Mom, did uncle hold Qingjie today?"

Wan Niang was also quite helpless, and with a hint of complaint, she consoled him: "Brother, don't be angry. You really didn't hug Qing Jie'er today, otherwise she wouldn't have forgotten that this is the second floor when she saw you."

Little Yining also threw herself on the old man's thighs at the right time and said in a baby voice: "Uncle, hold me..."

Wang Cheng didn't know whether he was so angry that he was softened by the baby's voice, or whether he really remembered that except for what happened just now, he had never thought of holding his niece.

He exhausted his anger, bent down to pick up his niece, and then sneered at the mother and daughter who were in collusion with each other: "I'll deal with you when I get home, and you too - Wan Niang, a loving mother often spoils her child."

However, the only responses he got were the identical innocent smiles from the mother and daughter, and Wang Gungun's annoying laugh: "Oh my, you got caught so quickly!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Cheng felt suffocated again. He carried his niece to the door, and as if he was disturbed by the loud talk downstairs, he shut the door heavily. Then, he sat down in front of the window, drank tea and looked at the street view to relax.

Little Yining took this opportunity to quickly share his strange discovery, whispering in his ear: "Uncle, this Grandpa Leng is so weird, only his face is ugly, but everything else is good-looking."

Wang Cheng:......

The old man suddenly felt itchy. He glanced at the little girl with a speechless look, and saw that she looked like she was begging for praise. She even shook her head proudly, as if to say to him, "I'm awesome, right?"

Wang Cheng turned his gaze to Wan Niang, and saw that she was complaining to Wang Gun Gun about the informal discussion party outside. She did not notice this, so he glared at his niece unhappily, then sighed helplessly, and the depression in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He replied in a low voice: "Leng Qingyin's face was deliberately destroyed. The three brothers of the Leng family were famous in Yanjing when they were young and were praised by the late emperor. Leng Qingyin was even praised by him as the most handsome man in Yanjing."

"Because of this, this man was hated by countless people. When the late emperor was obsessed with women and your uncle gained power and competed with the late crown prince, he was brutally murdered. The thieves locked his head in a specially made iron helmet, destroying his entire appearance."

Xiao Yining: ⊙▽⊙, is she doing useless work?

Then, the kid's attention shifted, and something suddenly popped up in his mind. His already shocked eyes widened again, and he exclaimed in his heart: It turns out that Princess Anping is the daughter of Leng Qingyin!

The words here naturally attracted the attention of the other two. Wan Niang couldn't help but ask curiously: "Brother, Leng Qingyin is known as the most handsome man in Yanjing and is hated by others. Why did you wait until the late emperor was obsessed with women before taking action against him?"

As soon as these words fell, Wang Gungun interrupted and said, "Aunt, the late emperor liked beauties, both men and women!"

Wan Niang:......

Wang Cheng glanced at the little boy who wanted to be beaten, then reached out and gently scratched his niece's nose to bring her back to her senses from her shock, and then continued telling the old story.

"Although the late emperor, General Leng, and Duke Chen were all brothers of different surnames, he liked General Leng more and was sometimes led by him. He even issued a ridiculous decree that 'three generations of a crime should not be punished' because of General Leng's unusually handsome face."

"The late emperor treated the three brothers of the Leng family like his own sons, summoned them to the palace to eat and live with the other princes, gave them constant rewards, and they were highly favored by the emperor."

"At that time, there were even rumors among the people that General Leng was actually a woman, and the three brothers of the Leng family were her children for the late emperor. There were also rumors that the late emperor loved having sons, and he must have wanted a son as handsome as the eldest son of the Leng family."

"It's a pity that although the princes of the past were all excellent in appearance, they were slightly inferior to the three brothers of the Leng family and could not catch the eyes of the late emperor."

"However, the late emperor's great favor towards General Leng and his three sons came to an abrupt end after a commoner woman entered the palace."

Wang Cheng stopped talking after this. These things were already known to everyone, and it would be a waste of words to say more.

He picked up a cup of tea to moisten his mouth, lowered his eyes to look at the little kid in his arms, and gently taught him: "Sister Qing, if you want to know something, you can ask the elders first. How can you negotiate with strangers in person?"

"Didn't uncle tell us last time not to put them in dangerous places? How could Sister Qing forget that?"

Xiao Yining immediately admitted her mistake sincerely, but then said seriously: "Uncle, but Qingjie feels that Grandpa Leng will not hurt Qingjie."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Cheng hit the fearless little calf hard and scolded him, "Human hearts are hard to predict. If everyone loves their children, how can they eat their own children? Parents can do such a thing, and you still trust others?"

The little girl was scolded, with her head hung and tears in her eyes. She touched her chubby hands that were beaten aggrievedly, but she still had that wonderful intuition in her heart - this Leng Qing Yin would definitely not hurt her.

However, what happened was that the little girl was not the only one who felt this way, her mother also thought so.

Wan Niang hurried forward, rubbing her daughter's hand distressedly, and reasoned with her, "Brother, although Uncle Leng is cruel, I don't think he would do anything to Qing Jie'er. Besides, if you don't want Qing Jie'er to be close to him, just tell her clearly in advance. She is still young, how can she tell whether a person is good or bad!"

Wang Cheng listened to the complaints gradually revealed in the tone and really wanted to retort: ​​"How could Sister Qing not distinguish between good and bad? She is much smarter than you."

But the old man couldn't do that, and had to swallow his anger and said kindly: "Wan Niang is right, it's Big Brother's fault."

Wang Cheng: (╬▔皿▔)╯, why did his mother give him a sister who is both stupid and extremely strong!

The old man felt like he had a heart attack when he saw the mother and daughter "in cahoots" again. He was filled with frustration and had no place to vent it. His emotions were so intense that he was almost on par with the literati who were debating outside.

He stood up suddenly holding his niece, forced a warm smile, and said to Wan Niang, "Wan Niang, the discussion outside is really lively, you and the child continue to listen here, I am itching to compete with those scholars."

Wan Niang was stunned when she heard this, and then she reached out to take her daughter back.

Unexpectedly, the old man seemed to remember the little girl's accusation and did not return her to her sister. Instead, he hugged her and rushed out of the box impatiently.

Wanniang: (￣△￣;)

"Brother, are you going to bring Sister Qing to have a fight?" The woman opened her eyes wide in surprise.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Gungun shook his head in a pretentious manner: "Aunt, you are wrong. You just pissed off the uncle, and he wanted to find a place to vent his anger, and forgot that he was still taking care of the baby."

Hearing this, Wan Niang, who was sensitive just now, immediately turned into a dull girl. She covered her mouth in disbelief: "How could I be so angry with my elder brother? Isn't he in a good mood?"

Wang GunGun: (￣_￣|||), whatever you say is what it is!

The informal discussion on the first floor was still in full swing. The heated discussion seemed to blow the roof off Yuelai Teahouse, attracting many passers-by to stop and watch. They poured into the teahouse in an endless stream, and the hall was packed with people. Every corner was filled with small discussions.

Leng Qingyin stood there steadily, quietly watching, not affected by the noise around him at all. And beside him, someone stood quietly.

Soon, the man couldn't help but ask in a low voice: "Dad, do you see anything wrong with Wang Cheng?"

He glanced at the person beside him and asked in a deep voice, "Have you found Chen You?"

Leng Shuyu's face flushed slightly when he heard this, and he responded in a muffled voice, "No, he disappeared after seeing my uncle yesterday."

Leng Qingyin sneered coldly: "You didn't come back the whole afternoon, and you needed others to remind you before you realized something was wrong. You are really stupid."

Seeing his son hanging his head in guilt and not daring to speak, the masked man answered his question.

"On the other hand, Wang Cheng is very cunning and knows how to keep a low profile. He is much smarter than you. Dad tried to test him just now, but he rejected it. Even his little niece, Princess Le'an, knows how to help him."

Leng Shuyu felt mixed emotions, his thoughts tumbling along with his father's comments, and finally he could only say one sentence of self-deprecation: "Dad, I disappoint you."

Leng Qingyin retracted his gaze and returned to the noisy podium, continuing to warn: "You have always been very self-important and looked down on others, so it is expected that you will be plotted against. However, if you are shaken by this, you will fall into the trap of letting others know your weaknesses and give your opponents the opportunity to control you."

Leng Shuyu also followed his father's gaze towards the platform, and saw that the originally gentle and refined scholar was now red-faced, glaring, and speaking in a bad tone, having lost his former demeanor.

He was shocked and replied with enlightenment: "I know I am wrong and will remember my father's teachings."

Leng Qing Yin Manyi nodded and said no more.

Just at this moment, a short and powerful piano sound suddenly rang out in a corner of the teahouse, instantly tearing through the noisy din in the teahouse. All the debaters paused and looked in the direction of the sound.

Then, there was another sound of a piano string being torn. Everyone was still wondering who was playing the piano when the murderous melody swept through the entire teahouse like a raging tide.

"This is Ji Kang's Guangling San!" A scholar suddenly realized and exclaimed.

It was also at this time that everyone finally discovered the person playing the piano.

I saw a strange figure sitting in the position where the singing girl originally sat. As the faint light shone through the curtain, everyone could vaguely see that her head was huge and her hair was in an unusual and peculiar style.

Some curious people could not help but step forward and draw aside the curtain, revealing a man in a moon-white gown. His eyes were slightly closed, immersed in excitement, his fingertips flying on the strings of the zither, and the sound of the zither flowed out from between his fingers.

In his arms stood a cute little girl, with her arms tightly wrapped around his neck. She blinked her big eyes as if she wanted to cry but couldn't. She looked around silently, and when she saw that she was discovered by everyone, she shyly hid in the crook of the man's neck.

Xiao Yining: ⊙﹏⊙∥, who will stop her crazy uncle?

Everyone:......

Leng Qingyin and his son: ...

The teahouse fell into a strange silence, perhaps because of the thrilling rhythm or the unexpected combination, and the melody turned from passionate to tragic at this moment, as if telling the lament of Ji Kang before his execution. As the climax came, everyone gradually showed an intoxicated expression, and resonated with it in their hearts.

Leng Qingyin's eyes flashed, and he looked at his son. Then he walked through the crowd, stood beside Wang Cheng, and looked down at the man playing the piano.

Xiao Yining suddenly felt a gaze falling on his forehead, he looked up subconsciously, and met a pair of deep and turbulent eyes, the gaze was so cold that it made people shudder.

At this moment, Leng Qingyin did not hide his emotions, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a terrifying arc that seemed like a smile but not a smile.

The little kid couldn't help but shrink into the old man's arms. At the same time, he stretched out his chubby hand as if possessed by a ghost and grabbed the masked man's thumb.

Coincidentally, there was a ring on the thumb that could help the baby return to his place.

"Snapped"

With a crisp sound, the ring was knocked off by the kid and broke into two pieces on the ground.

小以宁：(?6?7?7?7?6?7;)，尴尬啦！

The piano music was suddenly mixed with strange noises, causing many sensitive people to look at the masked man with sharp eyes.

Leng Qingyin's face also returned to normal due to the little boy's sudden action. He showed the same intoxicated feeling as everyone else. He smiled apologetically to those around him and picked up the ring as if nothing had happened.

Then, he met the little kid's red eyes that were about to cry, filled with full of guilt, as if the fear in the box had never happened.

At this time, Leng Shuyu also came to his father's side, lowered his eyes to look at the two halves of the ring fragments that were shining with cold light, his face sank, but it disappeared in a flash, and he took out a white handkerchief with a normal expression and solemnly put the ring into it.

Seeing this scene, the little girl’s mind immediately emerged with the miserable image of Kong Xingzhi lying on the hospital bed, and her little heart beat even faster.

小以宁：=?0?1?0?1?0?0?0?0(?6?7?4?0?6?7?6?4?0?1?0?3?0?3)，要完啦！

Her gaze slowly moved upwards, finally stopping on Leng Shuyu's face.

This person had not yet mastered his cultivation and was not wearing a mask. When he noticed the little girl's gaze, he gave her a vicious look.

Little Yining, who received the bad news, turned around stiffly, hugged his uncle's neck, and put his face close to his uncle in fear. Tears instantly overflowed from his eyes and rolled down. He cursed himself in his heart, wishing he would not have done such a thing!

The last note also fell at this moment, and the lingering sound lingered over the teahouse for a long time, leaving people with endless aftertaste.

After Wang Cheng vented his frustration and felt inner peace, he withdrew his hand comfortably. Only then did he realize that something was wrong with the little kid.

He was startled and quickly stood up holding the baby in surprise. Just as he was about to ask, voices of praise began to rise around them, surrounding them.

"This song is really suitable for the occasion! You see, even the child in his arms was moved by the music and couldn't help crying."

"Yes, yes!"

"You play it to perfection, especially the crackle, which is beyond description. I wonder where this young friend learned from? I would like to learn a thing or two from him."

"..."

"..."

小以宁：?6?3?2?8^?6?3?2?8，这群瞎子，她明明是被面具男父子俩吓哭哒！