Bâtir une dynastie de chansons harmonieuse

Chapitre 99

The child said with a pained expression, "But I'll get beaten up if I call him 'uncle' in front of him."

"You got beaten up?" Yang Nianqing quickly softened her tone, patted his head, and looked at the courtyard gate with a puzzled expression. "The one you were playing with just now seemed to be Grandpa Mo's granddaughter?"

“It’s her,” the child said with a headache. “She keeps pestering me to teach her to write, as well as Uncle Wang’s sister, Sister Wei, and Academician Liu’s granddaughter… They don’t dare to ask Brother He, so they all come to bother me!”

She dismissed it: "Then teach him."

The child sighed, "They can all write so well, there's no need to teach them, they just want to play with me!"

Yang Nianqing then realized what was happening, chuckled twice, bent down and hugged him, and kissed his handsome little face: "Our son is so charming!"

The child struggled awkwardly and cried out, "Mom, don't let anyone see you like this!"

"What's wrong with having a dear son?" she said with a smile, letting go of him. "That little Mo girl is very obedient. How did you send her away?"

The child wiped his face, tugged at his clothes, and said irritably, "Of course she has to listen to me."

She laughed and asked, "What happened?"

"I made a bet with them that whoever beat me at Connect Four would get to play with me," the child said, his face beaming with pride. "But they definitely can't beat me, so I'll have some peace and quiet."

bet?

Yang Nianqing's face darkened, and without thinking, she raised her hand and slapped him: "I told you not to make a bet!"

The child quickly rolled away, leaped onto a nearby tree, and angrily shouted, "Why did you hit me again!"

"I'm going to hit you!" She looked up at the tree, her face filled with murderous intent. "Instead of studying properly, you've learned these tricks from your father. What else has he taught you!"

The child rolled his eyes and suddenly chuckled, "Daddy said that besides his wife, only a fool gets beaten by a woman."

"What?" she sneered, pointing a finger at him. "Get down here!"

Kids aren't stupid.

She snapped, "Aren't you coming down or not?"

“I’m not coming down,” the child blinked, clinging to the tree trunk and looking down at her. “If I come down, I’ll get a beating. You’re a mother, not a wife. If a woman beats you, Dad will laugh at you.”

She laughed in anger: "He wouldn't dare..."

As the mother and son were locked in a stalemate, a magnetic voice rang out: "You've caused trouble again?"

In the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared in front of me.

His eyes were full of joy, and his long eyelashes were curled up gracefully. At first glance, this person was simply a larger version of the child in the tree, only much more mature.

"Father!"

Where is Ying'er?

“What wins? She always loses. She lost badly at Go to me, and then Brother He laughed at her paintings, so she got angry and chased after Brother He to hit him,” the child said with a grin. “Why don’t we change her name to her brother’s? Li Shu would be more appropriate.”

Li You suppressed a laugh: "That makes sense."

"What kind of logic is that!" Yang Nianqing grabbed him. "Get him down right now!"

Li You didn't ask any more questions, and said to the child, "Get down!"

The child refused, saying, "My mother will beat me."

"If a woman can't hit you, your dad certainly can," she sneered, turning to Li You. "You don't want to get beaten up, do you? Hurry up and figure out a way to drag him down here!"

Li You smiled wryly: "He did something wrong, so why should I get a beating?"

"His lightness skill is so good, it's all thanks to you teaching him!"

"It would be strange if his wife chased after him and beat him all day long."

"I don't care, if I can't beat him up, I'll beat you up."

Before he finished speaking, an elderly man in his sixties emerged from behind the artificial hill: "Good boy, come and play chess with me!"

Although his old face had been mercilessly eroded by the years, it was still much better looking than most elderly people of the same age. Moreover, he had a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar eyes, and his long eyelashes were beautifully curled up in the sunlight.

Compared to the two figures in front of him, one large and one small, this face had a more serious expression.

The child cried out as if seeing a savior: "Grandpa, Mom's going to beat me!"

The old man looked at Yang Nianqing beside him and said sternly, "It must be because you're disobedient! Come here to play chess, what a wimp! What's wrong with giving me a beating? Kids won't grow tall without getting a beating. Get down here!"

Yang Nianqing nodded in agreement, gritting her teeth and grinning mischievously: "Yes, yes, your mother will make you grow taller."

The child cried out anxiously, "Grandpa!"

Yang Nianqing nudged Li You: "If you don't want to get beaten up, go and drag him down!"

Li You looked pained and glared at the child: "Did you hear me? How can you be so unfilial, watching your father get beaten?"

The child laughed and said, "You have to get beaten up to grow taller."

After saying that, he leaped and disappeared outside the wall.

Sensing the murderous glares around him, Li You murmured, "I'll go teach him a lesson for Madam!"

His figure vanished in a flash.

Yang Nianqing stomped her foot angrily and yelled, "Hey, neither of you are allowed to eat dinner tonight..."

Suddenly remembering there was another important person, he quickly turned around: "Old Master..."

A cough interrupted her. The old man nodded sternly and said angrily, "Outrageous! Don't worry, I'll go and teach them a lesson right away. I'll definitely avenge you!"

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

Yang Nianqing stood there, stunned.

Suddenly, a pair of arms reached out from behind and hugged her. At the same time, a voice in her ear said with a smile, "If you get angry less, you will definitely look much younger and more beautiful."

She retorted irritably, "Am I that old now?"

"almost."

"You...don't you even care about your own son!"

“With the old man around, how could I dare to interfere? The old man chased after me because he was afraid I would beat him,” he shook his head. “I don’t want to grow taller, nor do I want to be beaten by the old man again.”

"You're all ganging up on me!"

"How dare I?"

"You still don't dare?"

"So, I'll let you bully me just this once?"

She was stunned for a moment, then asked, puzzled, "Me?"

“Yes,” he nodded seriously, then smiled, a malicious smile, “I will let Madam bully me tonight, Madam above me…”

Her face flushed, she was both annoyed and amused: "Dream on! I'll bully you right now. I don't dare to hit the old man, and I can't hit my son, so how about I hit you instead?"

He turned around and threw a punch.

He subdued her with ease: "No."

"You dare to fight back when your wife beats you up?"

"Of course I wouldn't dare," he glanced at the fist and smiled wryly, "but it's broad daylight now. If the servants see me being bullied by the madam, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?"

She smiled sweetly: "Then let's not let them see, okay?"

He sighed, "Okay."

The door closed.

A faint voice could be heard: "Watch out! I'll get you... Hey, what are you doing?"

"Let the lady bully you."

"No, that's not what I meant..."

"Is the chair alright?"

"No, no... someone will hear... no... it's daytime, no... don't... um..."

Why was the extra chapter created? (Nangong's extra chapter)

Author's Note: Hehe, I'm not very good at writing gentle male side stories, so please bear with any mistakes. More thanks for your comments, suggestions, and revisions.

I'm planning to start a new project tomorrow, so I'll finish this one first. I'll work on other side stories if I feel like it.

The new story is still about time travel, a comedy to celebrate the New Year. It's a slow burn. The female lead might be a bit stronger and more manipulative, but she's not omnipotent. I can't guarantee it will be good, but I can guarantee that the way this story involves time travel will be absolutely unprecedented~~~~ (I personally think it's never happened before in time travel novels).

Without further ado, I wish all my old and new friends good luck in 2008!

"The purpose of practicing martial arts is not to kill people."

My father was always kind and gentle. Even amidst the raging flames, covered in blood, he still gritted his teeth, held me, and smiled weakly, saying, "It's not his fault. He was just doing it for Xiaoran."

Aunt Bai?

I didn't quite understand, but I nodded nonetheless, feeling terrified. Just now, a dark shadow had flashed by, and the people surrounding us had all suddenly collapsed and died.

Twelve years later, I passed by Tangjiabao and unexpectedly saw Aunt Bai. To my surprise, she had married Uncle Tang and changed her surname to Ye. Moreover, she no longer recognized me.

I see!

It was him! My father's best friend, his best brother!

I clenched my fist.

My father said he didn't blame him, and besides, I had already promised my godfather.

All of this was caused by a woman.

As a true martial arts master, my adoptive father was worthy of his sword.

He was afraid I would become famous, but I still became famous.

I don't like seeing too many tragic things around me. There are already too many sins and sorrows in this world, so why not let there be less? This kind of thinking is terrible and will never bring any good results, because my father was like that back then, and I understand that, so I don't want to get too close to people.

However--

As the thin mask was removed, another face was revealed!

I was stunned. This face was so familiar because it was originally mine. But who else in the world could have the exact same face as me?