When she saw Shen Wangchen coming forward, she reached out to take the little daughter in her arms away.
Meng Jiuan immediately showed a look of vigilance. After taking two steps back, he raised his head with a smug look on his face, "What's there to explain? Chengyi is my sweet and soft little daughter."
"Why? Are you jealous?"
Li Shengyi sat in the man's strong arms, looking at the tense atmosphere between the two men in front of him. His eyes twitched as he turned his head to look at Shen Wangchen.
“Uncle Shen, does your wound still hurt?”
Shen Wangchen had been accustomed to a hard life since childhood, and injuries suffered outside the capital were commonplace for him.
The doctor gave him the best medicine for wounds. Although the effect of the medicine did not show up quickly, he no longer took the injuries seriously.
But at this moment, he heard the little boy in front of him calling him "Uncle Chen" repeatedly, and calling Meng Jiuan "Second Daddy".
His heart felt heavy, he pursed his lips and said hoarsely, "I've let the young lady think about it, it's okay."
"Miss and Meng Jiuan..."
What's with that look in Shen Wangchen's eyes? Why does he look hurt? Is he upset?
"He can't be jealous of the relationship between Meng Jiuan and me, right? Meng Jiuan can protect Daddy and me, so there shouldn't be anything wrong with me accepting him as my second daddy, right?"
[Hey hey hey... a man with a big butt, bleeds but doesn't cry, why are you crying?!]
Li Shengyi sat in Meng Jiuan’s arms, and hadn’t figured out how to answer Shen Wangchen’s question yet.
After seeing the latter's eyes suddenly turn red, she quickly stretched out her arms and pretended to wipe his tears.
"Uncle Shen, why are you crying? Is the wind too strong outside? Let's go inside."
"But why did you come back on foot? Where's my dad?"
He mentioned "Daddy" every three sentences, and even thought about "Daddy" in his heart.
Shen Wangchen would not be jealous of Qin Songmo. If it were not for Qin Songmo, there would be no Shen Wangchen at this moment.
But what right did Meng Jiuan have? !
He pursed his lips and shook his head, "Master hasn't come back yet?"
Li Shengyi barely reached his cheek and carefully wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
He had a baby face and at the age of twenty, he looked only sixteen or seventeen.
In addition, she has fair skin and her eyes turn red when she cries, making her look so pitiful.
"No, I was waiting for you guys at the door just now, but you guys showed up, but Daddy didn't come back."
After wiping Shen Wangchen's tears, just when Li Shengyi was about to return to Meng Jiuan's arms, the former suddenly stretched out his arms and forcibly held her in his arms.
Finally holding the little bun he had been longing for, Shen Wangchen ignored the injuries on his body and said in a low voice, "How am I worse than Meng Jiuan? He can protect the master and the young lady, so can I."
"He's still stupid. Be careful not to lead the young lady astray again. Can you please stop calling him daddy?"
Like a big dog.
Li Shengyi looked him in the eye, saw the tears in his eyes, and suddenly felt a headache.
Meng Jiuan, who was standing next to him, couldn't help himself and pinched Shen Wangchen's wound. "Shen Wangchen, you've become more capable, huh? Who taught you martial arts?"
"As the old saying goes, a teacher is a father for life. When I taught you how to shoot, I was your father. Not only do you disrespect me, but you're also trying to steal my girl?"
I've gotten used to the pain of the wound, and it feels different from when someone pinches the wound.
Shen Wangchen bared his teeth in pain, his facial features twisted into a ball.
Hearing the exasperation in Meng Jiuan's tone, he snorted, "Let's see what I'm capable of. Let's have a fight?"
"If I win, Miss will call me 'Daddy' and you can go back and rebuild your Liao family."
"Alright, alright, it's only been a few days since we last met, and you've already become tough, huh? If I don't beat you to your knees and kowtow to you as my father today, I'll take your last name!"
Pulling out the long sword in his hand, Meng Jiuan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
His throat rolled, his wrist moved slightly, and the long sword danced with his movements, "Come on, little bastard!"
"Okay, am I scared of you?"
When Li Shengyi's feet touched the ground, he was unable to react to what had happened.
Seeing two grown men about to fight in front of her, she was so frightened that she quickly lifted her skirt and ran forward.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, why are you fighting for no reason? Aren't you wounded enough?"
"It's just a title of daddy. I can call Meng Jiuan 'Second Daddy', and I can also call you 'Third Daddy'."
"Isn't the most urgent task now to find out where my father has gone?"
The little goose yellow ball stood between the two men.
Li Shengyi raised his head and glanced at Meng Jiuan, then set his sights on Shen Wangchen.
“It’s okay for Meng Jiuan to make trouble, but Uncle Shen, why do you join him in making trouble?”
"Where on earth did Daddy go?"
Shen Wangchen held the long sword in his hand, pursed his lips, then bent down and held her in his arms again.
Meng Jiuan watched the scene coldly, but did not act noisy or unreasonable like before.
He stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Yuan Qing will take the carriage and return to the Prime Minister's residence ahead of us."
"According to the carriage's progress, it should have arrived at the mansion by now."
Looking back at the plaque of the Prime Minister's Mansion behind him, Meng Jiuan narrowed his eyes, "Oh, I thought Chu Huaifeng could only be a coward in this life."
"How long has it been? You can't wait any longer?"
"I can't hold my breath." Shen Wangchen nodded and agreed.
When Li Shengyi heard Chu Huaifeng's name, he immediately thought of the little potato who followed him around and called him "sister".
Her fingers gripped Shen Wangchen's sleeves tightly, and she said nervously, "The twelfth prince hasn't been found yet, and daddy, the fifth prince won't do anything to them, right?"
A dry, warm palm rested on the little face that had been chilled by the cold wind. Meng Jiuan comforted her gently, "Don't worry, Shengyi. The Imperial Guards haven't withdrawn yet, and we'll find the person soon."
"What's more, whether it's the Twelfth Prince or Yuan Qing, they are both the most advantageous weapons for Chu Huaifeng. He won't attack them easily."
The man's gentle soothing voice did not completely calm Li Shengyi down.
She was held in Shen Wangchen's arms, and from a distance she saw a familiar figure staggering towards her.
In the sunlight, she watched the figure approaching little by little, the shock in her eyes growing stronger, "It's Qingfeng!"
It's still a breeze with wounds.
When Meng Jiuan and the others looked over after hearing what they heard, they saw Qingfeng staggering and falling to the ground.
Their hearts skipped a beat, and the three of them immediately stepped forward quickly.
"I'm at Caishikou, they want to kill me..."
The last bit of relaxation on his face suddenly became tense.
Shen Wangchen put down the little bun in his arms, stood up and was about to go with Meng Jiuan.
"Young lady, please stay in the mansion first. Wangchen and the other two will definitely rescue the Prime Minister."
"When the time comes...Miss, please don't forget the agreement between us."
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