HLnovel Chapter 153 Call Dad
Chapter 153 Call Dad
Luo An turned and walked towards the warm pavilion, with Qin Jiu following behind him: "Young Master, are you really helpless?"
Luo An sat at the table: "If I didn't have children, I could try. Now that I have children, I have no chance at all."
A servant brought out tea and snacks and placed them on the table: "Young Master, Ninth Young Master, this is the new plum blossom tea that came out this year."
The plum blossoms outside the warm pavilion are in full bloom, and inside the pavilion it is as warm as spring, with the newly brewed plum blossom tea emitting a delicate fragrance.
Qin Jiu sat opposite Luo An: "If Young Master says he'll give it a try, then he must be 90% confident."
Luo An shook his head: "At most 40%."
Even Luo An said it was only 40%, so the situation is serious.
Gu Yu broke the silence as he entered: "Young Master, Princess Qingcheng has brought Young Master Buzhi to visit."
Luo An didn't even look up: "I won't see you."
Qin Jiu strode out of the warm pavilion, but Gu Yu stopped him, saying, "Young Master said he wouldn't see you."
Luo An said he wouldn't see him, but he didn't say he wouldn't see him either? Qin Jiu didn't take it seriously at all, and with a quick grab on Gu Yu's shoulder, he jumped over him. Gu Yu took a few steps back, still trying to stop him.
Luo An and Gu Yu started fighting outside the warm pavilion. Luo An ignored the sounds of fighting outside, slowly turning his teacup, which was eight-tenths full of tea, without moving an inch.
Neither of them displayed any weapons; a plum blossom tree, its branches fluttering in the wind of their palm strikes, was soon stripped bare. Just as the two were locked in combat, Nanfei's mocking voice rang out: "Go, Ninth Brother..."
Gu Yu and Qin Jiu stepped back simultaneously. Qin Jiu straightened his clothes and immediately noticed Liang Qingcheng holding a child's hand next to Nan Fei. Liang Qingcheng bit her lower lip, her gaze shifting, never meeting his direct eye contact.
Liang Qingcheng's unmarried pregnancy became common knowledge. Qin Jiu would leave for a period of time every year around the Mid-Autumn Festival. People would only think he was going home, but in fact, apart from paying respects to his mother, he would come to Bianjing.
When Bu Zhi went out, Qin Jiu always followed from a distance. Last year, Liang Qingcheng seemed to notice someone was following her and deliberately stopped and turned around. Qin Jiu walked past Liang Qingcheng and Bu Zhi as if nothing had happened, with Liang Qingcheng's gaze following him the whole time.
Qin Jiu's heart pounded faster and faster, and he walked straight to Wenxiang Tower. He opened the window on the third floor of Wenxiang Tower and watched Liang Qingcheng lead Buzhi away.
Liang Qingcheng seemed to sense his gaze and turned to look up to the third floor, where her eyes met his.
Without a second thought, Qin Jiu bent down to dodge. After a while, he realized that with his full beard, how could Liang Qingcheng possibly recognize him?
Qin Jiu didn't return home for the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and he thought it best to cut ties. He was the son of a concubine, and had severed all contact with Jingzhao Manor. Liang Qingcheng, being a princess, was worlds apart from him.
It seems fate has its own design; after all the twists and turns, they still ended up together. Qin Jiu thought to herself, "This is fine too."
If Liang Qingcheng really marries someone from another place with Bu Zhi in tow, even if her stepfather is kind, Bu Zhi won't be able to escape gossip. If her stepfather isn't kind, Bu Zhi will have to live a life of dependence and having to be subservient to others for the rest of her life.
Nanfei pulled Guyu into the warm pavilion, leaving them some space. Qin Jiu slowly walked up to Buzhi, then slowly squatted down to look at Buzhi.
He was fair-skinned, with delicate features, and bore a six or seven-tenths resemblance to him. He looked somewhat timid as he watched Qin Jiu move closer to Liang Qingcheng.
Qin Jiu immediately felt a pang of sadness. He reached out and touched Buzhi's head, his voice soft but trembling slightly: "Buzhi, I am your father."
Liang Qingcheng squatted down and said softly, "I don't know, call me father."
She glanced at Liang Qingcheng, then at Qin Jiu, and timidly called out, "Father."
Qin Jiu laughed, picked him up, lifted him high, and spun him around a few times. He felt as if he were flying in the sky, screaming with a mixture of fear and excitement.
Liang Qingcheng squatted down, looking up at the father and son, tears streaming down her face. She had been the subject of gossip for countless years, for who knows how many years. The child, always mocked for not having a father, could finally laugh freely.
Qin Jiu was playing with Bu Zhi, but his eyes were always on Liang Qingcheng. When he saw Liang Qingcheng crying, he stopped holding Bu Zhi and was somewhat at a loss.
Unaware that she had slipped from Qin Jiu's grasp, she stood beside Liang Qingcheng and said, "Mother, don't cry."
Liang Qingcheng wiped away her tears, picked up Buzhi, and stood up: "Mother didn't cry, she just got sand in her eyes. Buzhi, let's go back first today, and Father will come to pick us up later."
She seemed reluctant to part with Qin Jiu, but also unwilling to go against Liang Qingcheng's wishes, so she stood there silently.
Qin Jiu picked up Buzhi and said, "Father will take you and Mother back."
He immediately perked up and said politely, "Thank you, Dad."
Qin Jiu carried Bu Zhi and went out with Liang Qingcheng, and this time Gu Yu didn't stop them.
Liang Qingcheng clutched a handkerchief in her hand, remaining silent the entire way. Qin Jiu chatted casually with Bu Zhi, asking about everyday matters. Bu Zhi gradually relaxed, and by the time they arrived at the Duke's mansion, she was no longer reserved.
After several days of gloomy and cold weather, the sun finally shone today, and the streets were more crowded than usual. Seeing Qin Jiu carrying Bu Zhi and walking with Liang Qingcheng, passersby couldn't help but take a few extra glances.
At the gate of the Duke of Liang's mansion, Liang Qingcheng bowed her head, accepted the gift, thanked Qin Jiu, and hurriedly went inside.
Liang Qingcheng didn't dare to look him in the eye, but instead turned her head and waved goodbye to him in a generous manner. Qin Jiu also smiled and waved back.
Qin Jiu wandered the streets for a while before heading to a teahouse. The teahouse was bustling with noise, all discussing the marriage between Liang Qingcheng and Lord Qin. Everyone had a different version of the story, but the conclusion was the same: Liang Qingcheng was very lucky; she had married someone handsome, powerful, and wealthy…
Qin Jiu sighed, "If it weren't for hearsay and fresh gossip, the vibrant life of the world would be completely gone."
While listening to the gossip, Qin Jiu looked out the window and saw Xue Yunting and Nan Fei walking forward arm in arm in the crowd, looking very intimate.
Qin Jiu tossed down a few coins, jumped out of the window, and saw Nan Fei and Xue Yunting go to Wenxianglou.
Nanfei is renowned for her beauty, so visiting Wenxiang Tower is nothing new to her. But is Madam Xue Yunting by her side?
Nan Fei leaned back in his armchair, surrounded by ten girls singing and dancing, two massaging his shoulders, and two rubbing his legs. He squinted, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Xue Yunting sat down next to him: "Young Master Nan, if you want to hear music, you can go to the opera house. Why come to a brothel?"
Nanfei said, "My body is in a brothel, but my heart is in the opera. I can kill two birds with one stone. Isn't that wonderful?"
Xue Yunting said, "It has neither the charm of a brothel nor the beauty of a Peking Opera, so you call a shoulder massage or leg rub 'pleasure'?"
Nan Fei said lazily, "You are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish? If the young general wants to treat us, he should treat us generously. The host should follow the guest's wishes. Bianjing is prosperous, and the girls in Wenxiang Pavilion are very expensive. Is the young general perhaps worried about the money?"
Xue Yunting summoned the madam: "Call over the girl from Wenxiang Pavilion who is best at serving people."
The madam, quick-witted as ever, immediately brought over a girl: "Although Miss Snowflake isn't the top courtesan, her skills in serving men are first-rate. Men who enter her room walk in with their heads held high and leave with their backs against the wall..."
Nan Fei said repeatedly, "It's her, it's her, it's her... Young General, you should walk in with your head held high and walk out with your chest out. This guest is on me today..."