novelden Chapter 850 The Man in the Portrait
Chapter 850 The Man in the Portrait
Jiang Tingsong lowered his head slightly and saw the little boy's eye-catching milky white teeth.
He cursed in his heart: (Fuck, fuck), these two brats are trying to use the same trick again.
The old man cursed inwardly, but a kind smile rose on his face. He stood up and bowed respectfully to the little boy. "Greetings to Princess Le'an. I didn't expect the princess to get up so early and come to greet me personally. It is truly an honor for me."
Little Yining's vanity was once again satisfied, so she complained, "Master Jiang, it was my father who woke me up. He even occupied my bed and wouldn't let me sleep. Master Jiang, are you going to scold my father harshly when you come here today?"
Jiang Tingsong's fake smile froze for a moment, but returned to normal in the next instant.
He lowered his gaze to meet those longing eyes and changed the subject, "Has the princess looked for your mother?"
The little kid shook his head and said truthfully, "It was Mom who asked me to get out of bed. She said Daddy had a hard time last night and his legs were weak, so I should be considerate of him!"
The old man nodded slightly when he heard this, but halfway through, he suddenly froze with an unknown thought in his mind. He asked, "What about the princess's father now..."
"Still sleeping in bed!" Xiao Yining replied.
Jiang Tingsong slammed the table in anger and cursed, "This is ridiculous. The Imperial Examination is the most important thing, but Lin Yuzan is only concerned with his love affairs and can't help himself for a day..."
Halfway through his words, he accidentally met the "innocent" eyes of the little kid, and he quickly coughed lightly, then turned and swung his sleeves and put his hands behind his back.
He said uncomfortably, "I am not in a hurry. I came here today just to see how the two disciples answered in the first round. Since the princess's father is still asleep, it's okay for me to wait."
Jiang Tingsong sighed and picked up the rare copy again.
At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the room.
The old man thought Wang Cheng was coming, so he looked outside.
Unexpectedly, it was another little kid who came in with a few books and said loudly, "Master Jiang, Grandpa said that my uncle had a secret meeting with someone last night and only came back this morning. He is still asleep. Grandpa asked you to read the book first. After lunch, he will bring my uncle out of bed to see you."
Jiang Tingsong: (*￣m￣)
The old man's face couldn't help but twitch, and his anger rose in his heart, but he still suppressed his anger and asked gossipingly, "Young friend, do you know who Wang Cheng had a secret meeting with last night?"
Wang Gungun: "His wife!"
Xiao Yining: "My dad!"
Jiang Tingsong: ...
Two voices sounded in the study, and the two little ones immediately looked at each other, and sparks of passion flew instantly.
Little Yining: "GunGun, you lied again. I'm going to tell all the adults about this. Just wait for your beating!"
Wang Gungun: "I'm also going to tell Lin Yuzan, you said she was Wang Cheng's wife, so you can expect a nasty blow to your ass!"
Two more children's voices sounded at the same time. The two little ones had already completely confronted each other, and the conflict escalated into a physical conflict, and they began to wrestle with their foreheads.
Jiang Tingsong got a headache when he saw this scene, and complained in his heart: These two little kids are even more noisy than his grandchildren.
But then, the old man changed his opinion of the two little ones.
At this moment, Zheng Da's wife came in with two maids and said to the three people in the room with a smile, "Master Jiang, the princess has only eaten a few bites of breakfast and is clamoring to come see you. Madam couldn't stop her, so she had to ask me to bring some food over. I hope I forgive you if I disturbed you."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Tingsong's sleeves were pulled away by two little kids.
As if the argument had never happened, the two men invited in a childish voice, "Master Jiang, let's have dinner together!"
Jiang Tingsong hurried to the Lin family after court today. He only had two pieces of cakes given to him by his wife before court. When he smelled the fragrance of the food, his stomach couldn't help but growl.
It was just that the little kid's invitation covered it up, leaving him some face.
He agreed with a smile.
The tense atmosphere in the study no longer existed.
The two little ones surrounded Jiang Tingsong, eating quietly and even considerately picking up side dishes for him.
Being taken care of in this way, the old master's anger gradually dissipated and a warm smile appeared on his face.
At the same time, Lin Yuzan also slowly woke up from his deep sleep. He sat up suddenly, quickly opened the bed curtains, and saw his wife sitting on the couch, sewing winter clothes.
That peaceful face made him unable to take his eyes away.
Wan Niang heard the noise, raised her eyes, and asked softly and concernedly, "Husband, why don't you sleep a little longer? It's still early."
Upon hearing this, Lin Yuzhan withdrew his gaze as if awakening from a dream, hurriedly stood up and dressed himself, and asked, "Wanniang, has Scholar Jiang arrived?"
Seeing his flustered state, Wan Niang couldn't help but smile. She put down her needlework, walked over to help sort out the clothes, and comforted him, "Yes, she is here, but don't worry, my husband. Sister Qing went to the study to have breakfast with Jiang Daxueshi. I guess they are still eating now!"
Lin Yuzan: ...
When the old man heard this, he immediately recalled that he had been in Yuelai Teahouse a few days ago. The old man was more difficult to deal with than usual, and he was scolded again when he returned.
When he thought of this, he ran out in a hurry without even straightening his clothes.
Halfway through the journey, Lin Yuzan met his old enemy who was also straightening his clothes while running.
As soon as Wang Cheng saw Lin Yuzan, he began to complain bitterly: "My father actually told Gungun that I was having a secret meeting last night, and he just forced twenty-eight gold hairpins on me to give to women. My life is over!"
Lin Yuzan rolled his eyes at his old rival and immediately offered a plan: "What are you afraid of? Just go to a brothel and give out one to each person. Hundreds of them can be given away."
As soon as he said this, his shirt, which he had just straightened, was grabbed. He was met with Wang Cheng's gloomy face. "Shun'an, you speak so casually. Aren't you afraid that Wan Niang will find out that you encouraged her brother to go to the brothel? Do you feel confident, or have you already had this idea in mind?"
At this moment, Lin Yuzan realized that his old enemy was starting to act up again. However, he didn't have time to watch him go crazy. He opened his hand and said, "Hurry up and leave. Sister Qing has gone to the study. Jiang Tingsong must be planning how to scold us."
Wang Cheng returned to normal in an instant, tugged at his old rival's sleeve, and hurried towards the study.
Just a few steps away from the study, the two old men stopped abruptly because of the noise coming from inside.
Jiang Tingsong, who was inside, said kindly, "Princess Le'an saw Miss Lian offering sacrifices to your grandmother's tablet so early on? This is truly puzzling. I once heard my father mention that the Lian family, Taifu, have never given up searching for your grandmother. Miss Lian, in particular, has been a Buddhist and a vegetarian for many years and has always believed that your grandmother is still alive."
Then, little Yining's childish voice rang out, "But I did see it. Aunt Lian placed my grandmother's tablet in the girls' school, with a picture of her swinging on the swing behind it."
The old man was silent for a moment, then asked, "When did the princess see it?"
"When Miss Park jumped into the lake and died." The kid replied.
"It turns out to be May." Jiang Tingsong murmured in a low voice.
Then, he sighed, "After Minister Park's death, the family fell into decline, and no one could protect his family anymore. However, the fact that the Marquis of Qiyuan finally married the daughter of the Park family can be considered an explanation for the deceased Minister Park."
Xiao Yining: (￣△￣；), I have to get married even after I die, how is that an explanation?
The little kid kept his head tilted up, staring intently at Jiang Tingsong, expecting him to blurt out some old gossip. But when he heard these words, he couldn't help but curl his lips and lowered his head in disappointment.
However, the man's next words made her eyes light up again.
He suddenly changed the subject and turned the conversation back to the painting the little kid had seen.
"Speaking of which, more than twenty years ago, I attended a poetry gathering and saw a man draw a picture of your grandmother on a swing and gave it to her as a gift."
Xiao Yining hurriedly asked, "Master Jiang, is there anyone else in that painting?"
Jiang Tingsong nodded slightly and replied, "Indeed, there was. To achieve authenticity, the man included the distant former crown prince in his painting. I heard that your grandmother loved the painting very much. As soon as she got it, she asked the former crown prince to give the man many gifts. At that time, I was elsewhere reciting poems and couplets. When people heard about it, they dragged me to see it. Although my painting skills are not superb, I have won the heart of the owner."
The little boy frowned, already certain in his heart that Lian Zhiyou was burning incense to the late crown prince.
Unexpectedly, Yan Jing has so many melodramatic plots, starting from who her grandfather is, and then expanding into the love triangle where she loves him but he loves her.
Xiao Yining couldn't help but imagine all kinds of scenarios in his mind.
Just at this moment, a sudden sound outside interrupted her thoughts.
Lin Yinhu appeared near the study at some point. Seeing Wang and Lin standing by the door, he hesitated to come in. He asked in confusion, "Uncle, Uncle Chengzi, why don't you two go into the study? Scholar Jiang is not here, so no one will scold you."
Wang and Lin: ╰(艹皿艹), this brat!
The two old men looked at each other, and as if they had telepathy, they walked towards the study at the same time.
But something unexpected happened at this moment. Maybe it was because the young people were too impetuous, or maybe it was because the road was slippery due to the snow. Just as the two were about to cross the threshold, they both slipped and fell together.
In an instant, the eyes of the old man and two children in the room were all focused on Lin Yuzan who fell into Wang Cheng's arms.
Wang GunGun: (?_?), this posture is a bit ambiguous!
Xiao Yining: (￣﹏￣；), her father and uncle are indeed good brothers, although she feels ashamed!
Jiang Tingsong: (￣-￣), I didn’t expect that the princess is such an honest child!