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

Chapter 712 The temptation is over

At that time, the discussion outside had reached its climax, with cheers coming one after another, and a heated debate on "sentences are natural and cannot be suppressed" and "lowly existence must be externalized, and externalization must be abandoned". (Both sentences above are from the Western Jin philosopher Pei Wei)

It's a good opportunity to go out now and join in the fun.

Wang Cheng felt relieved when he saw his niece return obediently.

He took her slightly cold little chubby hand, frowned slightly, and then said to Leng Qingyin: "Uncle Leng, you continue to listen to the Qingtan meeting here. I will take the two children to look for my sister."

Leng Qingyin glanced at the little girl indifferently, nodded in agreement, and walked out of the box with them.

However, just as the four of them were about to step out of the box, Wan Niang finally hurried over with pastries.

The depression that Wang Cheng had just suppressed rose up again. He asked unhappily, "Wan Niang, why did you take so long? It's already been half an hour."

Wan Niang's face was not good either. She smiled awkwardly at her eldest brother, then apologized to Leng Qingyin, "Uncle Leng, my niece just met my second brother on the road, and we were so busy chatting that we forgot the time. I hope you can forgive me."

Leng Qingyin nodded sensibly, wondering if it would be okay to tell him how many times it was today.

Because of Wan Niang's arrival, everyone returned to the box again, sipping tea, fruits and cakes while listening to the conversation outside.

The masked man picked up a piece of cloud cake and tasted it carefully. His eyes casually fell on the Wang siblings at the door, and he was caught off guard by the inquiring gazes of the two little kids.

He curled the corners of his mouth, picked up two pieces of cloud cake, and put them into the hands of the two little kids, while catching the subtle conversation of the Wang brothers and sisters in his ears.

Wan Niang handed the stolen money bag back to her eldest brother and complained, "Just now when I left the teahouse, I met my second brother and his men passing by. Unexpectedly, he stopped me as soon as he saw me and told me to take Qing Jie'er to the Iron Eagle Guard Camp tomorrow to watch their training."

"I didn't want to, but he kept pestering me, saying that yesterday and today, all the relatives of his subordinates went outside the camp to visit him, but he didn't. He looked all alone, and begged me to have pity on him."

Wang Cheng took the purse with a sullen look on his face. As soon as he touched it, he realized something was wrong: "Did Wang Lin buy the cakes?"

Wan Niang pursed her lips and nodded, "Second brother followed me into Bazhenzhai. He wanted to go upstairs to see Qing Jie'er, but I scolded him and he gave up!"

Then, she stole a glance at her eldest brother and muttered softly, "If we weren't on the street, I would have beaten him up a long time ago."

Wang Cheng: ......

The old man shut his mouth. Since he had pushed Wan Niang to this point, he might also suffer.

In an instant, Wang Cheng recalled his unfortunate childhood.

He looked away helplessly, and saw his niece getting close to the masked man as if she was bewitched by him. He hurried over and invited Leng Qingyin, "Uncle Leng, why don't we go downstairs and join in the fun."

Leng Qingyin had already seen through his thoughts, but he also had the same idea in his mind, so he readily agreed.

Wang Cheng regained his calm look. He gave his sister a look and led the masked man downstairs.

Seeing this, the two little kids jumped off the stools at the same time, took Wan Niang's hand and ran to the corridor.

The corridor was already full of people, all attracted by the conversation going on below. The first debate was over, and some of the people downstairs were still thinking about the heated topic just now. On the podium, an elegant young scholar had taken his place, blushing and having a second debate with others on the topics of "being free and unrestrained without being self-indulgent" (from "Zhuangzi Notes") and "not burdening oneself with material things" (from "Huainanzi").

When the two little ones walked over, the well-mannered adults couldn't help but laugh and made room for them.

Xiao Yining followed the two men and saw that they did not squeeze into the center, but stood leisurely on the edge with their arms folded across their chests, listening attentively to the contents of the discussion. She realized in her heart that the masked man's second attempt on her uncle had quietly begun.

She withdrew her gaze and turned her attention to the podium, watching this ancient debate with curiosity.

However, the little girl did not notice that just as she was looking away, the masked man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her.

Leng Qingyin glanced casually at the other spectators on the second floor, and finally stopped his gaze on Wang Cheng who was listening intently beside him, and asked: "My nephew Wang, this Qingtan Conference is really full of talented people. Which side do you think will have the upper hand in this debate?"

Wang Cheng smiled slightly and humbly reminded: "Uncle Leng, I am not even a juren, how can you make irresponsible comments?"

"Nephew Wang, you shouldn't underestimate yourself. Yu'er said that with your talent and knowledge, you are more than qualified to pass the imperial examination." Leng Qingyin said indifferently.

A hint of sarcasm flashed across Wang Cheng's eyes, and he responded without disguising, "Uncle Leng, I really didn't expect Senior Brother Leng to have such a high opinion of me. It's just that in the academy, I often feel that he seems to have some complaints about me."

Leng Qingyin burst out laughing when he heard this, and gave him a meaningful look: "It seems that nephew Wang Xian has suffered a lot of grievances in my Yu'er. Well, I won't ask."

At this moment, both of them keenly sensed a burning gaze falling on their heads, and then they looked up, and saw the little girl raising a bright smile at them, as if she was going to jump over the gap between the railings on the second floor and pounce on them, but the woman behind her was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and grabbed her tightly.

Wang Cheng: ......

Leng Qingyin:......

The old man was startled, his face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Qing Jie'er, don't come down!"

As he shouted, he hurriedly made his way through the crowded crowd and ran towards the stairs.

Leng Qingyin recalled the scared look in the kid's eyes. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he murmured softly, "Yu'er didn't lose unfairly. Both the big and the small are smart."