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

Chapter 403 The Power of Chapter

Little Yining's little hand stopped involuntarily, and the delicate little hand seemed to be fixed by some force, hanging above the emperor's knee.

At the same time, a trace of helplessness flashed through her mind, as there were peeping cameras everywhere and guards monitoring her 12 hours a day.

If there was no live broadcast here, she would have suspected that her uncle had some special hobby.

"Sister Qing, why did you stop?" Sheng Jingchen's voice sounded again.

The little kid came to his senses immediately and asked hurriedly, "Uncle, are my father and uncles in danger?"

Sheng Jingchen slowly put down the book in his hand, without looking at the little kid, but an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

He said to himself, "According to the secret reports submitted, Shulü Qi's recent military expeditions were obviously directed by someone, and his actions were strange, catching Chen Du off guard. However, Wang Lin was able to see through them every time, as if someone did it on purpose and offered his military merits to him."

"Before the great defeat, Shulü Qi was like a god who could predict the future. He abandoned his army and fled, taking a Han military advisor with him."

Xiao Yining was completely confused when he heard this.

This Han military advisor should be her father.

As expected of the second male lead, he really has a great time.

After the emperor finished speaking, he lowered his eyes to look at the bewildered little kid, his eyes were full of meaning, and he said meaningfully: "Qing Jie'er, your father is quite capable, he actually collaborated with the enemy."

Little Yining instantly broke out in a cold sweat, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her head. She hurriedly said, "Uncle, my father told me that he went to catch the spy for you."

After hearing this, Sheng Jingchen couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He touched the kid's head and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, Uncle knows."

Then, he gave Xiao Yining a reassurance, "For those who do great things, fortune and disaster are naturally interdependent. But your father has the ability, he will definitely come back alive. As for your two uncles, they will also be safe and sound."

As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Yining smiled widely, and couldn't help but say emmm in her heart...

It is often said that living with a king is like living with a tiger. She experiences this feeling almost every day. When will these hard days end?

Dad, you are having a great time outside, but she is the one who suffers!!!

It’s hard to describe the suffering the little kid has gone through these days.

Sheng Jingchen was obviously in a good mood today. He even scratched the little kid's nose with his finger and said, "I heard that Sister Qing is very diligent and has been practicing calligraphy these days. Let Uncle take a look at your calligraphy today."

As soon as he finished speaking, Pei Dafu quickly spread rice paper on the emperor's table and began to grind ink skillfully.

The next moment, a burning gaze fell on the little kid.

Xiao Yining turned her head and saw Sheng Hongtong glaring at her again, his eyes full of dissatisfaction and jealousy. If he hadn't held a pen in his right hand, he would have clenched his fist at her.

At this time, the emperor finally showed his fatherly heart. Seeing his son practicing calligraphy so hard, he gently called out "Azhu..."

The naughty child immediately stood up and responded enthusiastically, "Father..."

Then, he heard his father say, "Bring the big characters here, let father take a look, is Qingjie's handwriting better or yours better."

Sheng Hongtong: ...

Xiao Yining: You will attract hatred.

Then the emperor extended his hand to the little boy.

Cursing inwardly, the little boy climbed onto the emperor's hands and sat down next to him, beginning a new round of calligraphy practice.

Sheng Jingchen glanced at the little kid who was writing seriously, with a flash of approval in his eyes.

A warm atmosphere gradually emerged in the hall.

The unlucky child, the resentful child, and the contented emperor form a harmonious picture of three generations living under the same roof.

At the same time, another harmonious scene was successfully staged after a period of chaos.

At this moment, Pei Yi was helping with the work of a servant - wiping the cold sweat that Wu Haoran was sweating from the pain.

And in his arms, curled up was Wu Jili, who had been stupid for many years.

Not long after he came to find Wu Haoran, the "Master of Medicine Valley" was also brought over by his old acquaintance, the eunuch from Prince Yu's Mansion.

Although he had no net bag or drugs, Wu Jili reenacted the scene of the previous days, jumping up and down like a monkey, and finally calmed down in the arms of his hapless third brother.

When Marquis Wu'an saw that his eldest son was no longer making a fuss, he left in a hurry, pretending that he was unaware of the arrival of the "Master of Medicine Valley".

The young man handed the wet handkerchief to "Wangxi" beside him with an expressionless face, then he sideways glanced at the old man next to Wu Shaoming with curiosity.

He had a pretty good memory and had seen this person once in Yanjing, next to Nalan Shuyi.

At this time, Wu Shaoming, whose face was a little stiff, was still talking to this person: "Before my eldest brother got into trouble, he was always very close to me, but ignored my third brother. After falling into the lake, he liked to stick to my third brother, but was afraid of me. I'm sorry to make Master Wuweizi laugh."

Hearing this, Pei Yi turned his gaze to Wu Haoran again, only to hear him explain to him uncomfortably in a low voice: "Junior Brother Pei, my elder brother doesn't like the smell of money on me."

"It's okay. Sister Qing likes it and I like it too." The young man replied honestly.

Wu Haoran: …

He looked up at the boy speechlessly, but the boy was no longer paying attention to him and his eyes were on the old man.

The old man's contemptuous eyes moved to Wu Jili's silly face, shook his head slightly, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few years, and Prince Wu has become even worse. Well, I will treat you again for the sake of Prince Yu. But I have to say this first. Although my medical skills have improved in recent years, I may not be able to cure this idiocy."

Today, Wu Shaoming did not look down on Cui Xiangyang like he did a few days ago. On the contrary, he showed considerable respect.

He bowed deeply to the old man to express his gratitude, and replied: "Master Wuweizi, just do your best. No matter what the result is, our Wu family will give you a generous gift."

Upon hearing this, Schisandra nodded with satisfaction, then came to Wu Jili and took out the pulse pillow.

At this moment, Wu Jili, who had been quiet, began to struggle desperately again, trying to break free from his third brother's arms.

Seeing this, "Wangxi", who was guarding beside him, quickly took action and pinched his shoulders with his hands.

In just a moment, Wu Jili's body collapsed limply onto his third brother.

This sudden change made everyone in the room look at the servant who had taken action in surprise.

"Wang Xi" smiled innocently and explained, "This technique was taught to me by the prince before."

Upon hearing this, Wu Shaoming withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention.

On the contrary, Wuweizi looked at him with interest and praised him, "This technique is quite good."

After saying this, he did not delay any longer, took Wu Jili's hand, and began to take his pulse in a serious manner.

"Wangxi" pursed her lips and returned to her original position, but unexpectedly met Pei Yi's smiling and insightful eyes.

"Wangxi": ...

He silently turned his head and looked away, no longer meeting the boy's gaze.