Monk, this child is yours

The weather was just right today, so I sat in the pavilion when I had nothing to do, sighing how time flies.

Qingshuang is already ten years old, and she has not yet learned to write or play the piano.

It has been seven years since I brought Qingshuang out of the palace, and I also wanted Qingshuang to live a happy and worry-free life, so I didn't teach Qingshuang these things for a long time.

But in the flower building, how can you survive without a skill?

Even if this flower building is his flower building, which can guarantee Qingshuang's safety, he doesn't want Qingshuang to be empty of ink.

It was his own selfishness, but in fact, he didn't want Qingshuang to be as dazzling as his mother, so that he could stay by his side forever.

But, he knew, he couldn't do that.

If he really did that, the grown Qingshuang would definitely resent him.

Thinking of this, he summoned the maid beside him, "Go and bring Qingshuang here!"

"Yes, landlord!" The servant girl obeyed and left in a hurry.

After a while, a boy with pink make-up and jade came running to meet him outside the pavilion. The boy's long hair was tied with a beautiful red string and tied into a high ponytail, which kept shaking as he ran fast.

"Brother Ling...Brother Ling...see what Qingshuang took?" Ye Qingshuang quickly ran towards Huo Ling while waving the bamboo dragonfly in her hand.

Huo Ling curled his lips and smiled dotingly, "Qingshuang, run slowly! Be careful not to fall!"

Although Ye Qingshuang is no longer a child, Huo Ling, who has watched Ye Qingshuang grow up, has become a habit of loving Ye Qingshuang.

This can't help but remind him of Ye Qingshuang when he was younger, also like this, he would come to show him as soon as he got new and interesting things.

He stood up, walked out of the pavilion, opened his arms to catch the child rushing towards him, and hugged the child up, "Aren't you ashamed to be hugged by Brother Ling at Qingshuang's age?"

Ye Qingshuang smiled "hehehe", with a joyful light in his eyes, and rubbed Huo Ling's shoulder, "It's Brother Ling who spoiled Qingshuang! Qingshuang is not ashamed!"

"Really? You have many reasons!" Huo Ling nodded the child's nose, carried the child into the pavilion and sat down, took the bamboo dragonfly from the child's hand, "Is this bamboo dragonfly made by Qingshuang?"

"That's right." Ye Qingshuang smiled proudly, "I learned it after watching the master weave it once on the street, hehe..."

"Since Qingshuang is so smart, how about starting to write and practice the piano every day?" Huo Ling laughed.

He thought that Ye Qingshuang would refuse straight away, or would be unhappy, but he didn't expect Ye Qingshuang to blink her moist peach blossom eyes and exclaimed excitedly: "Really? Brother Ling, Qingshuang wants to learn the piano, Qingshuang wants to practice calligraphy, Qingshuang wants Like Brother Ling, write a beautiful silver hook, draw a beautiful picture, play a beautiful tune..."

After hearing this, Huo Ling looked at the longing in the child's eyes in surprise, and his heart was a little moved. Was he always wrong?

Unexpectedly, Qingshuang would be so eager to mention these things, but Qingshuang never mentioned it to him.

Such a well-behaved child is that person's child, he...

Thinking of this, his eyes were sour...