"What?" Kong Wenmin couldn't remember anything at all, "Did I sing a little ditty?"
"Yes, he hummed all the way. First he sang a Tianjin-style song, then he sang something else when he got home. I couldn't really understand it." Chen Qingxuan frowned, trying to recall what he had just heard. He paused. Then he said, "It seemed to be a southern song, something like 'My Heart is in a state of confusion'."
"Oh. That's a little song from my hometown. My mother used to love to sing it," Kong Wenmin remembered. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly. "Why? You want to listen to it?"
Chen Qingxuan nodded: "I want to listen to it. I haven't heard the southern ditty yet."
Kong Wenmin was very embarrassed, a man who was used to holding a knife. How could he have the nerve to sing this Wu dialect? But Chen Qingxuan wanted to listen. Of course he would not refuse. He cleared his throat and sang softly in Chen Qingxuan's ear: "One is silent but confused. One bows deeply and pretends to be hypocritical, and one is as soft as cotton. One is as passionate as water and wants to break his soul, one says please, and one says um..."
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The 30th day of the twelfth lunar month in the 34th year of Jiasheng
Lunar New Year's eve.
Jingren Palace.
Although the mourning period for the retired emperor had passed, it was the first year after the death of the retired emperor, so it was not appropriate to celebrate. Therefore, there was no palace banquet this year. However, this was exactly what Mei Ya and Zhong Mingwei wanted. Compared with sitting in the magnificent and majestic palace with a group of royal courtiers and watching boring songs and dances, Mei Ya and Zhong Mingwei still preferred to spend New Year's Eve in Jingren Palace. Of course, it would not be very interesting if there were only two people. New Year's Eve was all about joy and excitement. Therefore, Mei Ya had already discussed it with Xiao Anshi, Gu Qingtong and others. Early in the morning of this day, Pang Yi, Xiao Anshi, Qin Chong and Gu Qingtong came to the palace early to spend New Year's Eve with Mei Ya and Zhong Mingwei.
As soon as Gu Qingtong and Xiao An entered the palace, they went to the small kitchen to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner with Mei Ya. Zhong Mingwei, Pang Yi and Qin Chong were drinking tea and chatting in the palace. Since Zhong Mingwei ascended the throne, such leisure time is really rare. It would be even better if there was no baby to be coaxed all the time...
"Waah!" Xiao Nianqin wailed again, waving her arms and crying at the top of her lungs.
"Be good! Don't cry, Daddy will give you that lotus cake," Pang Yi was busy coaxing the child. He took a lotus cake from the plate, but was slapped away by Zhong Mingwei. Pang Yi quickly retracted his hand and looked at Zhong Mingwei in confusion, "Grandpa, why did you hit me?"
Zhong Mingwei rolled his eyes at him and said nothing. Qin Chong, who was sitting next to him, gloated, "He's less than half a year old and his teeth haven't even grown yet. You're feeding him lotus cakes? If you don't ask for a fight, who will?!"
"I was just teasing the child. How could I really feed the child lotus cake? I am an experienced father. Do I need a young man like you to teach me?" Pang Yi retracted his hand awkwardly, staring at Qin Chong unconvinced. Then, in order to show his fatherly feelings, he smiled at the little Nianqin in his arms, revealing two rows of big white teeth. "Be good, Nianqin. Daddy will tell you a story. A long time ago, there was a man named Wu Song..."
"Waaaaa!" The next second, Xiao Nianqin cried even more heartbreakingly.
Pang Yi: “…”
"So, Brother Pang, are you going to tell Nianqin about Wu Song fighting the tiger, Wu Song fighting and killing Ximen Qing, or Wu Song causing chaos in Happy Forest?" Qin Chong asked silently, "Do you think Nianqin would like to hear it?"
Pang Yi was about to burst into tears after being kissed by Xiao Nian, and now he was ridiculed by Qin Chong. How could he bear it? He glared at Qin Chong and said, "If you can do it, come on!"
"Okay, let me try." Qin Chong put down the teacup in his hand, silently stretched out his hands, hugged little Nianqin in his arms, patted little Nianqin gently, and said softly, "Be good, Nianqin, uncle will tell you a story of "The Legend of the White Snake". Once upon a time, there were two huge worms at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. One was as thick as a water jar and the other as thick as a washbasin. One was white and the other was green. When they spit out their big red tongues, they were at least ten feet long..."
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