The old man pretended to be angry, pointed at Miao Qingcheng and his daughter, and finally shook his head helplessly. The two maids behind him suppressed their laughter, and quickly walked to the edge of the bamboo raft to greet them, calling Mrs. Wu and Miss Wu.
Mrs. Rejoice's eyes flashed slightly, and she seemed to recognize the identity of the person coming, but she was a little unsure.
Miao Qingcheng smiled and said: "Brother Le, why are you here?"
The old man snorted: "Le Mou loves the landscape. He has a small boat, a pot of wine, and a piano board. He can go wherever he wants, but he comes as he pleases. But you, why didn't you accompany Wu Boy at home to give birth to the child?"
What are you doing here alone?"
These words made all the four girls and two maids on the trestle turn red with embarrassment, and secretly scolded the old guy for speaking so freely.
However, the two parties should be familiar with each other. Miao Qingcheng quickly said: "I am going to Bishan Temple to worship Buddha, and I am here to visit friends."
The old man nodded and seemed to know Miao Qingcheng's father, but he didn't ask any more questions and looked at the other people casually.
Miao Qingcheng quickly introduced him, but did not say much about the old man's identity. Everyone greeted him one by one.
When he learned that Mrs. Rejoice was present, the old man was not shocked. He still looked arrogant and nodded: "It is not easy for a woman's family to be able to survive until now."
He looked at Zhuo Mufeng again, stroked his long beard under his chin, and said with a scrutinizing attitude: "This baby of yours is Wu Boy's new adopted son? He looks upright, but he doesn't know what's going on behind his back. Hypocrites are generally like this.
Virtue.”
Ahem! Zhuo Mufeng almost choked on his own saliva. Is this old guy okay? I dare to slander you face to face the first time I meet you.
Zhuo Mufeng was a little angry, but he realized that this old guy was not simple and could not be offended, so he could only smile bitterly and said: "Old seniors, don't joke with juniors."
Wu Yuanyuan said nonchalantly from the side: "Who do you think Grandpa Le is? Who would make fun of you? You know best what you are like."
The corner of this woman's mouth curled up into a sneer, which made Zhuo Mufeng feel very angry. Miao Qingcheng was still there, and even though he was innocent and upright, he couldn't resist others splashing dirty water over and over again.
Zhuo Mufeng asked: "Sister, what on earth did I do to make you frame me like this? Tell me clearly."
Wu Yuanyuan couldn't say anything. She moved her lips for a long time and said angrily: "You know it yourself!"
The old man rolled his eyes a few times, fearing that the world would not be in chaos and said: "Yuan girl, has this kid done something too much to you? Tell me, I will vent your anger for you. I'm sorry, I don't dare to do anything."
Hai Teng stared at Wu Yuanyuan quietly, then looked at Zhuo Mufeng, secretly clenching his fists.
He had long felt that it was strange. With Sister Wu's gentle and virtuous personality, she shouldn't be so messy and arrogant. It was definitely Zhuo who had done something bad.
Hai Teng's heart was twitching, fearing that something unbearable would happen between the two of them. If any part of Sister Wu's body was touched, or her face was touched, he must seek justice for Sister Wu.
Hai Sisi and Mrs. Rejoice were also watching, a little curious and worried.
Wu Yuanyuan bit her lip with silver teeth, feeling very embarrassed and regretful in the public spotlight. She wanted to disgust that bastard, but she didn't expect that it made her angry instead. Grandpa Le was really like this. How could he ask such a thing in public?
It was Miao Qingcheng, the 'insider' who came forward in time, fearing that the old man would mess up and make both of them unable to step down, so he sighed and informed the inside story via voice transmission.
Zhuo Mufeng clearly felt a wave of internal energy, and saw Miao Qingcheng's mouth squirming slightly, and his heart was shocked. Could this be the legendary sound transmission into the secret, right?
Although sound transmission into secrets is not lethal, because of its concealment and safety, it is one of the secret techniques that everyone desires.
Unfortunately, this secret technique is too rare. The last time I went to the Sanjiang League Library, Zhuo Mufeng could not find it. This shows how important this secret technique is.
After listening, the old man seemed to have realized something. An angry look appeared on his rosy old face. He looked at Zhuo Mufeng with an even more unkind look and shouted: "Little baby, since this has happened, shouldn't you be responsible?"
Zhuo Mufeng said in astonishment: "What are you responsible for? Who are you responsible for?"
The old man looked like he was angry with you, pointed at Wu Yuanyuan, and said angrily: "Of course she is Yuanyuan. If a man does something wrong, he should bear the responsibility."
Before Zhuo Mufeng could understand, Wu Yuanyuan was so angry that she stamped her feet and went crazy: "Grandpa Le, what nonsense are you talking about!"
Miao Qingcheng's face turned red with anxiety, she was angry and funny, and she had the urge to beat up the old man: "Brother Le, can you please stop causing trouble?"
She just talked about Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Yuanyuan rolling in the flower garden, and specifically said that the two had only a slight physical contact and were soon separated.
My original intention was to let the old man know the situation and not to interfere too much. I never thought that this old guy would be so reckless and say such thought-provoking words.
She was fine at first, but when he messed with her like this, even if she was fine, she became troublesome. It was hard not to cause misunderstandings. Her good sisters and their family were still watching, asking her how to deal with it.
Miao Qingcheng turned her eyes and found that Mrs. Rejoice's family of three had unusual expressions on their faces. Both women were fine, but Haiteng's face was twitching and his eyes were blazing, as if he wished he could die with Zhuo Mufeng.
Zhuo Mufeng also came to his senses and secretly cursed the old man to die a good death. However, Miao Qingcheng was more anxious than him and didn't care about anything on the spot. He sent a message to Madam Rejoice: "Sister, this is what happened..."
After listening to the explanation, Mrs. Rejoice nodded and said oh, but her face was still full of suspicion.
After all, Miao Qingcheng is Wu Yuanyuan's biological mother, so she might be covering up her daughter's shame. In Miao Qingcheng's eyes, Mrs. Wu almost vomited blood.
The old man probably knew that he couldn't continue playing, otherwise something would happen. He waved his hand quickly and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, I won't joke with you anymore. I said Yuan girl, isn't it just a small thing? You can't do it either.
I can’t get along with this little baby.”
Wu Yuanyuan subconsciously wanted to refute, but when the words came to her lips, she realized that something was wrong and quickly gritted her teeth to hold it back. Grandpa Le said it was a trivial matter. If she kept pestering her, wouldn't it make people think that she had something to hide?
But Wu Yuanyuan was not stupid either, and immediately said angrily: "If your hand is touched by a fly, you will inevitably feel sick for a few days!"
Mudd, compare me to a fly!
Zhuo Mufeng was filled with hatred, and he was almost stabbed to death by Wu Yuanyuan in the Li Mansion. The combination of old and new grudges made this man secretly make up his mind that if he had a chance in the future, he would deal with this woman severely.
, let her know why the flowers are so red.
When Haiteng heard this, he looked at the expressions of several people, and immediately breathed a long sigh of relief. It turned out that Sister Wu was just touched. Although she was still a little unhappy, it was much better than what he had imagined, and she was still within the tolerance range.
Inside.
However, when I thought that Zhuo and Sister Wu would have many contacts in the future, I felt very worried. I wished I could become a flower protector and stay by Sister Wu's side every day.
While everyone was thinking, they heard the invitation from the maid on the bamboo raft. Miao Qingcheng was worried about how to expose the matter, so she quickly took her daughter's hand and jumped onto the bamboo raft without saying a word.
Hai Sisi didn't need to remind her, she immediately followed her and grabbed Wu Yuanyuan's other arm. After standing still, she did not forget to glance at Zhuo Mufeng very vigilantly.
Zhuo Mufeng was speechless. Seeing this posture, he could only float down on the bamboo raft. The nine followers, Mrs. Rejoice, and Hai Teng were one step faster than him.
"Walk!"
The old man seemed to be a lively person. He laughed, picked up the wine jar on the desk, poured a bowl of wine and drank it all in one gulp. The maid untied the rope and the bamboo rafts flowed down the river.
Zhuo Mufeng suddenly discovered something amazing. No matter how the speed of the river changed, the bamboo raft under his feet was always stable at the same speed. It seemed that an invisible force enveloped the bamboo raft, making it as stable as a mountain.
Looking for the source of that power, Zhuo Mufeng was shocked to find that it was the one standing on the left wearing green among the two maids.
Guan Jianbao found that the quality of this power was far better than his own, which meant that the martial arts practiced by this maid was far better than the Dragon Roar Qi. If the maid was like this, one could imagine the strength of this old man.
What kind of big shot is this? Zhuo Mufeng wanted to ask, but it was not convenient for him to ask.
Miao Qingcheng and Mrs. Rejoice were chatting with the old man. After a while, they saw the old man closing his eyes, straightening his back, and once again entering a world where things and myself were forgotten, and his hands were strumming the strings of the piano in disorder.
A burst of wonderful and melodious piano music spread from the bamboo rafts to all directions, either high-pitched or short, cheerful or melancholy, like a silver bottle exploding, or like a stream tinkling, turning into invisible notes, lingering around everyone.
The bamboo rafts passed through the river, turned a corner, and in a blink of an eye were shuttled through the river like emerald ribbons in Yangzhou City.
Along the way, the old man's beautiful piano music attracted merchants and footmen on both sides of the river, playing children, women doing laundry, and some people in restaurants and inns. They all looked at the window, and some even cheered loudly.
Of course, there are still many people who stare at the four women on the boat without taking their eyes off them, with lingering eyes, and follow the boat away without knowing what year it is.
The boat drifted away from Yangzhou City, the sound of people gradually disappeared, and the rolling dust was left behind. The green mountains on both sides were covered with smoke, towering in the clouds, and the clear water of the river was endlessly green. Occasionally, the sound of apes came from the boat.
Over heavy mountains.
"Hateful..."
Suddenly, the sound of the lyre stopped abruptly. The old man didn't know what medicine he had taken by mistake. With both hands, the lyre was pushed directly under the desk, making a loud bang.
Everyone who was immersed in the wonderful artistic conception was awakened, and they were all at a loss. The two maids knelt down on the spot and shouted in unison: "Master!"
The old man was so angry that he lowered his head and waved his hands, saying in frustration: "It's none of your business, just get up."
The two maids seemed to be used to it. They looked at each other, quickly stepped forward to pick up the lyre, put it on the desk again, and then gently backed away.
Among the people present, Miao Qingcheng had the closest relationship with the old man and asked curiously: "Brother Le, if you encounter any difficulties, you might as well tell them and we can give you the details."