flamboyant

Kapitel 307

“Mother, when we’re boating—Ao’ao—can—write poems.”

"Oh! You write poetry? Can you? Did I give birth to a Luo Binwang?"

"The Grand Tutor instructed me to write this down—Aoao wants to read it to her mother—hear it."

"pleasure."

He tilted his head and grinned foolishly; he didn't look like the wise and intelligent person I am at all.

...

With a free and easy demeanor, a boat floats on the flowing water, and a lazy person enjoys a tranquil moment on the clear lake.

Qianqing held Qianqian in her arms, while Aoao leaned against me. The breeze was gentle and the sun was bright, and the wind helped the boat move.

Yes! These days are nice.

Qianqing busied herself feeding Qianqian her medicine, but Qianqian sobbed and refused to eat. Qianqing patiently coaxed her, using a tenderness and loving care she had never shown me to persuade the disobedient child.

"Qianqian... good girl."

"Naughty, boohoo--"

"If Qianqian eats this, she will become the most beautiful little princess in Dongqing Kingdom."

"No, I only want to be Daddy's most beautiful little princess."

"Good girl." Qianqing brought the medicine to her lips for the nth time.

"No, no -- Waaah -- Waaah --" The little girl angrily pushed the medicine back.

"If Little Qianqian doesn't eat, Daddy will feel sorry for her."

"No." She flicked the porcelain cup away.

As the medicine stains gradually appeared on Qianqing's hand, he hurriedly protected Qianqian to prevent the medicine from getting on his precious daughter.

"Okay, I won't eat it. Qianqian, don't cry."

I tossed him the handkerchief: "Wipe it off."

Qianqing gave me a strange look, and her smile was really annoying.

Ugh, if it were me, I would have forced them to drink. You can't reason with kids, you have to beat them first.

"Qianqing, a doting father often spoils his son."

Qianqing's smile was like a gentle breeze, and she said smugly, "It doesn't matter."

I kicked his chair and said, "You'll be crying when you rebel one day."

"Won't."

"roll!"

"Ha ha ha ha"

"Waaaaah--waaaah--"

"Don't cry, sweetie."

She sobbed and said, "Father, you're not allowed to laugh."

Qianqing's upturned lips immediately straightened.

Damn! Non-human: "Qianqing, you actually look really handsome when you smile." "Really?"

Just as Qianqing was about to offer a token gesture, the little devil in her arms burst into tears.

"Qianqian is the most obedient. Qianqian is a big girl. Qianqian, don't cry."

I turned to look at this seemingly normal guy, speechless.

The little guy quickly smiled at me (it seemed like he had been preparing this smile for me for a long time).

"Mother—Mother—Ao Ao recites poetry."

I led the applause: "Okay, let's recite the poem."

Qianqing shifted her gaze from the person in her arms to the turtle that couldn't cry: "Ao'ao wants to compose a poem?"

"Okay." The little guy nodded.

Qianqing said disgustedly, "Aoao is so great, she can even write poems now, recite them to Daddy."

The little guy became even more interested upon hearing this, climbed down from his seat, and stood upright in front of me, scattering his beady scent in the lake breeze:

"A cold curtain rises over a precarious building."

The icy winds have not yet ceased.

The waning moon hides behind the west curtain.

People stroll leisurely on Taipei Street.

Lazy eastern clouds rise,

A graceful purple mist drifts by.