"you……"

The old man pretended to be angry and pointed at Miao Qingcheng and his daughter. Finally, he shook his head helplessly. The two maids behind him were laughing and hurried to the edge of the bamboo plaza to greet him, calling out Mrs. Wu and Miss Wu...v

Mrs. Piaorou's eyes flashed slightly, and she seemed to recognize the identity of the person, but she was a little uncertain.

Miao Qingcheng smiled and said, "Brother Le, why are you here?"

The old man hummed: "Le's love for mountains and rivers, a small boat, a pot of turbid wine, and a piano board. He goes wherever he wants, but he comes casually. Why didn't you accompany the witch to have a baby at home? Why did you come here alone?"

These words made the four girls and two maids on the pier so embarrassed that their faces turned red, and they secretly scolded the old guy for being unrestrained.

However, both sides should be very familiar with each other, Miao Qingcheng quickly said: "I am going to Bishan Temple to worship Buddha and come here to visit friends."

The old man nodded, as if he knew Miao Qingcheng's father, but he did not ask any more questions, but looked at the other people casually.

Miao Qingcheng quickly introduced him, but did not talk much about the identity of the old man, and everyone greeted him one by one.

When the old man learned that Mrs. Piaorou was present, he was not shocked, but still looked arrogant and nodded, "It is not easy for a woman to stay away from being afraid of rumors."

He looked at Zhuo Mufeng again, stroked the long beard under his jaw, and said in a scrutiny manner: "You are the newly adopted son of Wu Zi. You look upright, but you don't know what's behind your back. Hypocrites usually have this kind of virtue."

Cough! Zhuo Mufeng almost choked by his saliva. Is this old guy not sick? I dared to slander him in person when I met you for the first time.

Zhuo Mufeng was a little angry, but he realized that this old guy was not simple and could not afford to offend him, so he could only smile bitterly and said, "Senior, don't joke with me."

Wu Yuanyuan said, "Who is Grandpa Le? Who would you joke with you? What kind of person do you know best in your heart."

The woman's lips curled up, and her sneered look made Zhuo Mufeng feel very angry. Miao Qingcheng is still there. Although he is innocent and upright, he can't resist others' dirty water again and again.

Zhuo Mufeng asked: "Sister, what did I do? Let you frame me so much and make it clear."

Wu Yuanyuan couldn't say anything. Her lips moved for a long time and she said angrily: "You know it yourself!"

The old man's eyes turned a few times, fearing that the world would not be confused: "Girl Yuan, has this kid done something too much to you? Tell me, I vent my anger for you, I would not dare to do anything," he said.

Hai Teng stared at Wu Yuanyuan quietly, then looked at Zhuo Mufeng again, clenching his fists secretly.

He had long felt very strange. With Sister Wu's gentle and virtuous personality, he shouldn't be so irresistible. It must be that the one with the surname Zhuo did something bad.

Haiteng's heart was irritated, fearing that something would happen between the two of them would be unbearable. If someone touched a part of Sister Wu's body or her face was touched, he would definitely seek justice for Sister Wu.

Hai Sisi and Mrs. Piaorou were also watching, a little curious and worried.

Wu Yuanyuan bit her lips in silver teeth, and was very embarrassed and regretful under the gaze of everyone. She wanted to disgust the bastard, but she didn't expect that it would cause trouble. Grandpa Le was really, how could she ask such words in public?

It was Miao Qingcheng, the "informer", who came forward in time, for fear that the old man would not be able to get out of the situation. He sighed and informed the inside story through voice transmission.

Zhuo Mufeng clearly felt a wave of internal force fluctuations, and saw Miao Qingcheng's mouth squirming slightly, and his heart was shocked. Could this be the secret of the legendary voice transmission in the world?

Although the transmission of the secret is not lethal, it is one of the secret techniques that everyone desires because of its concealment and security.

Unfortunately, this secret technique is too rare. Zhuo Mufeng didn't find it before when he went to Sanjiang League last time. It can be seen how important this secret technique is.

After listening to it, the old man felt something. Anger appeared on his rosy old face. His eyes looked even worse when he looked at Zhuo Mufeng, and he shouted: "Little baby, since the matter has happened, shouldn't you be responsible?"

Zhuo Mufeng said in surprise: "What responsibility should be? To whom?"

The old man looked angry with you and pointed at Wu Yuanyuan and said angrily: "Of course it's a girl Yuan. If a man does something wrong, he should take responsibility."

Before Zhuo Mufeng understood, Wu Yuanyuan was so angry that she stamped her feet and went crazy: "Grandpa Le, what are you talking about!"

Miao Qingcheng's face turned red with anxiety, angry and funny, and had the urge to beat the old man up: "Brother Le, can you stop causing trouble?"

She just mentioned Zhuo Mufeng and Wu Yuanyuan rolled in the flower garden, and specifically stated that the two of them had just had a slight physical contact and were quickly separated.

The original intention was to let the old man know the situation and not to worry too much. He never thought that this old man was so reckless and actually said such imaginative words.

It was a good thing, but when he did this, even if it was nothing, it would be a problem. It would be difficult not to cause misunderstandings. Her good sisters and family are still watching, how to face it.

Miao Qingcheng's eyes turned, and he found that Mrs. Piaorou's family of three looked abnormal. Both women were fine. Hai Teng's face was already twitching, and his eyes were full of fire, as if he wanted to die with Zhuo Mufeng.

Zhuo Mufeng also reacted and secretly scolded the old guy for not dying well, but Miao Qingcheng was more anxious than him and didn't care about anything on the spot. He sent a voice to Mrs. Piaorou and said, "Sister, this is the matter..."

After listening to the explanation, Mrs. Piaorou nodded and said oh, but her face was still full of suspicion.

After all, Miao Qingcheng is Wu Yuanyuan's biological mother, and maybe she is just covering her daughter's shame. This way, Mrs. Wu almost vomited blood when she fell into Miao Qingcheng's eyes.

The old man probably knew that he could not continue playing, otherwise something would happen. He waved his hand and smiled: "Okay, okay, I won't joke with you. I said, "I'm just a trivial matter, right? You can't make it difficult for you to get along with this little baby."

Wu Yuanyuan subconsciously wanted to refute it. When she said something, she realized that something was wrong, and she quickly gritted her teeth and held it in. Grandpa Le said it was a trivial matter. If she was entangled, wouldn’t it make people think that there was something hidden?

However, Wu Yuanyuan was not stupid either, and immediately snorted: "When a fly is touched, it will inevitably be disgusting for a few days!"

Mad, compare me to a fly!

Zhuo Mufeng was so angry that he was almost stabbed to death by Wu Yuanyuan in the Li family. The new and old hatreds combined together made this guy secretly make up his mind that if he had a chance in the future, he must beat the woman up so that she could know why the flowers were so popular.

When Haiteng heard this, he looked at the expressions of the few people and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Sister Wu was just touched. Although she was still a little angry, the picture was much better than he imagined and was still within the scope of endurance.

However, when I thought that the person surnamed Zhuo must have a lot of contact with Sister Wu in the future, I felt heartbroken and wished I could become a flower protector and stay by Sister Wu’s side every day.

Everyone was thinking about it. When they heard the invitation of the maid on the bamboo plaza, Miao Qingcheng was worried about how to expose the matter. He quickly took his daughter's hand and jumped on the bamboo plaza without saying a word.

Without reminding him, Hai Sisi immediately followed him and grabbed Wu Yuanyuan's other arm. After standing still, she glanced at Zhuo Mufeng with great vigilance.

Zhuo Mufeng was speechless. Seeing this posture, he could only float on the bamboo platoon. The nine followers, Mrs. Piaorou, and Haiteng were one step faster than him.

"Walk!"

The old man seemed to be a lively person. He laughed and picked up the wine jar on the table, poured a bowl of wine and drank it all. The maid untied the rope and the bamboo rows flowed along the river.

Zhuo Mufeng suddenly discovered something amazing. No matter how fast the speed of Jiang Liu changes, the bamboo tray under his feet is always stable at the same speed, as if an invisible force is covering the bamboo tray, making it as stable as Mount Tai.

The pursuit of the source of that power scared Zhuo Mufeng. It was the one who was standing on the left and wearing green clothes.

When you see the leopard, the quality of this power is far better than that of himself, which shows that this maid practices far better than that of Long Yin Qi. Even the maid is like this, the old man's strength can be imagined.

What kind of big shot is this? Zhuo Mufeng wanted to ask, but it was not convenient to speak.

Miao Qingcheng and Mrs. Piaorou were chatting with the old man. After a while, they saw the old man closing his eyes, straightening his waist, and entering the world where he forgot about things and me again, and his hands plucked the strings in disorder.

A wonderful and melodious sound of the piano spread from the bamboo row to the four directions, either high or short, cheerful or sad, like a silver bottle bursting, or like a dinging stream spring, turning into invisible notes, lingering beside everyone.

The bamboo rows turned a corner through the river surface, and in a blink of an eye, they shuttled through the river channel of Yangzhou City like jade ribbons.

Along the way, the old man's wonderful piano sound attracted the peddlers and pawns on both sides of the river, the playful children, the laundry women, and some people from restaurants and inns all looked at the window, and some even cheered loudly.

Of course, there are still many people looking at the four girls on the boat without turning their eyes, their eyes lingering, and they are gone with the boat without knowing what year tonight.

The boat floated away from Yangzhou City, and the voices gradually disappeared. The rolling footsteps were left behind. The green mountains on both sides were covered with smoke, tall and towering in the clouds. A river of clear water could not reflect the green and green. Occasionally, the sound of apes came, and the light boat had passed through the mountains.

"It's hateful..."

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. The old man didn't know what medicine he had taken wrong. He used both hands to push the qin under the desk, making a loud bang.

Everyone who was pondering in the wonderful artistic conception was awakened and were at a loss. The two maids even knelt down on the spot and shouted together: "Master!"

The old man was furious, lowered his head and waved his hand, and said frustratedly: "It's not your business, get up."

The two maids seemed to be used to it, looked at each other, quickly stepped forward and picked up the seven-stringed zither, put it on the desk table, and then gently stepped back.

Among the people present, Miao Qingcheng and the old man had a close relationship and asked curiously: "Brother Le, but if you encounter any problems, you might as well tell me. You can give me some details."
Chapter completed!