Provoking the villain, madly criticizing the tyrant for kidnapping my sedan chair for the bridal cha

"Crying?" Lin Wenyao couldn't believe his ears, "What does it look like to be a real man and cry?"

Ji Shen calmly picked up the teacup and asked, "Uncle Lin, do you have any other tricks to stop her from disguising herself as a man?"

"This?" Lin Wenyao choked for a while, drank two cups of tea in a row, and then said, "But what if I can't cry?"

Ji Shen poured another cup of tea for Lin Wenyao, remembering that he had heard his grandmother talk about the methods used by concubines in the harem to compete with his father for favor.

"I heard that if you wipe your eyes with a handkerchief soaked in ginger juice, the tears won't stop flowing!"

Lin Wenyao was shocked, "Master Lu, how do you know this... unscrupulous method?"

Ji Shen picked up the teacup, sipping the tea and trying to make a speech based on his current status.

"Before, in the army, there was a new recruit who didn't want to be trained, so he used this method."

"Oh!" Lin Wenyao exclaimed and quickly shook his head: "My Xia Xia is very smart, I'm afraid I won't find a chance to soak a handkerchief in ginger juice!"

"Uncle Lin, sit down for a while." Ji Shen stood up with a cane.

Go out.

One of the secret guards caught his eye, and in just two cups of tea, he got back several handkerchiefs soaked in ginger juice.

Ji Shen took the handkerchief and with a look, the secret guard instantly hid in the darkness.

Ji Shen handed the handkerchief to Lin Wenyao: "Uncle Lin, after you use it, come and get it at any time."

"Is this possible?" Lin Wenyao was dubious, picked up the handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

The strong smell of ginger juice makes tears flow uncontrollably as soon as it touches the eyes.

Ji Shen was dumbfounded for a moment: "Uncle Lin, if you go back crying from me, will your daughter still have to settle accounts with me later?"

"...I'll give it a try. I didn't expect it to work so well!" Lin Wenyao quickly wiped his tears with his sleeves. The more he wiped his tears, the more they flowed. He finally stopped the tears.

Lin Wenyao's eyes turned red!

"..." Ji Shen was silent for a long time, then sighed softly: "Uncle Lin, you should study here for a while!"

After a long time.

Sunset has climbed out to be on duty.

Lin Wenyao's eyes were still red, and both of them couldn't help but feel worried.

Ji Shen frowned and sighed: "Uncle Lin, if you go back like this, you won't be able to hide it from your daughter. You have to think of an excuse."

Lin Wenyao thought for a long time before he came up with an idea.

As soon as she entered her courtyard, she saw her daughter dressed in men's clothes, holding a folding fan in her hand and shaking it, taking photos of the water in the basin.

Lin Wenyao was stunned on the spot.

"Dad, I have decided that you will have more than one son from tomorrow..." Lin Lixia turned around with a folding fan and saw something was wrong with her father's eyes: "Dad, why are your eyes so red?"

Lin Wenyao was shocked that his daughter could move so quickly. Didn't he listen carefully to what his daughter said?

Ji Shen was anxious, fearing that what had happened just now would be revealed and Lin Lixia would settle the score with him.

"I'm sleepy. Uncle Lin is here reading books. He's so sleepy that he just keeps rubbing his eyes and it's like this."

Lin Wenyao nodded repeatedly, looked at his daughter's suspicious eyes, and gave a long yawn?

"Yes, I'm sleepy. I've been busy all day today and I'm so tired that I dozed off. Next time I go home, I'll bring some mint with me. When I'm sleepy again, I'll put it on to refresh myself!"

"Refreshing your mind?" Lin Lixia's eyes lit up, she knew this question well.

In Blue Star, her grandfather could not use up the mint he planted, so he would make cooling oil, essential oil, and toilet water to give to relatives and friends.

Fengyoujing, cooling oil, and toilet water should be popular in this era, right?

"Dad, I will make you a refreshing Fengyoujing in a few days."

Lin Wenyao: "..." I feel so guilty. He lied to his daughter, and her daughter had to make refreshing Fengyoujing with him!

Ji Shen: "..." When did Lin Lixia become so interested in him?

"...Dad, do you think I look good in men's clothes?" Lin Lixia turned around and said, "I bought them from the clothing store on our street. Do you want to buy some for you too?"

While Lin Lixia was showing off, Ji Shen quietly pushed Lin Wenyao and signaled him to cry quickly.

Lin Wenyao remembered the pain of being stung by ginger juice, and took out the handkerchief with trembling hands. He recalled his niece's cry and the sound of "嘤嘤嘤嘤" coming out of his mouth.

"Xia Xia, 嘘嘘嘘嘘嘤嘤嘤, you went out disguised as a man, ruined your reputation, couldn't find a good marriage, how are you going to explain to your mother after your father dies? 嘤嘤嘤嘤!"

Lin Lixia, who had just put on a new skin, was in a good mood and was almost sent away by her father crying.

She was as shocked as lightning: "Dad, a man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, why are you crying so hard?"

oh my god!

She just sent away the little crybaby cousin who cried "嘤嘤嘤", so why are there so many "嘤嘤嘤" crying dads?

"Xia Xia! Dad also knows that a man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, but you are so disregarding your reputation. Whenever I think about being too shameless to see your mother, I can't stop crying... 嘤嘤嘤嘤... Yun Niang! I'm sorry for you..."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Lin Lixia covered her ears irritably. She just wanted to wear men's clothes and watch a scholar paint in an upright manner. Why was her father crying as if he had lost his daughter?

"Dad, stop howling, I don't want to wear men's clothes anymore..."

"You really don't want to wear any more?" Lin Wenyao's eyes were full of surprise, but the tears still kept flowing.

No way, the ginger juice is too spicy!

"No more!" Lin Lixia gritted her teeth and shuddered. Her cry was scary, and her tears were even more... scary.

But when she thought about being locked up in the back house and not being able to see those scholars painting, she felt a little unwilling to do so.

"Dad, why can I go shopping on the street openly, but can't I watch those scholars painting in our backyard?"

"Xia Xia, that's different. There are many girls and wives on the street. If you go out on the street, no one will know you. As long as you don't do anything outrageous, you won't have a bad reputation."

Lin Wenyao's eyes were so hot that he felt uncomfortable wiping them with his sleeves, so he pulled up a clean hem of his clothes to wipe them.

"Xia Xia, in our small courtyard, as soon as you go out, those people will know that you are the daughter of the shopkeeper of "A Bowl of Good Noodles". There are many people with many eyes. If you say something, he will ruin your reputation. How about dad? Account to your dead mother? Ying Ying Ying!"

"Dad, why are you crying again?" Lin Lixia was just feeling that her father's words were somewhat reasonable, but her scalp was numb from her father's crying: "I won't wear men's clothes anymore, and I won't do anything inappropriate. Stop crying, okay?"

Lin Wenyao sniffed. He didn't want to cry anymore, but his tears were uncontrollable.

"Xia Xia, dad misses your mother!"

"..." Lin Lixia looked embarrassed. If she had a mobile phone in hand, she would definitely ask the omnipotent netizen.

How to comfort a crying dad?

"Dad, how about I draw you a portrait of my mother? Let you see the painting and miss her?"

Lin Wenyao's tears fell even more fiercely: "Hey, you're lying. You were only three years old when your mother died. Maybe you can't even remember what your mother looked like."