"What kind of mother?" Qin Ganglie was shocked: "Young master, you can eat food randomly, but you can't identify your mother randomly! Didn't your mother long ago..."

Facing Sect Master Meng's unpretentious gaze, Miss Qin shut up knowingly.

"But she looks exactly like my mother." Little Baozi emphasized: "Especially the eyes, they are so similar!"

"If I remember correctly, you lost your mother when you were just one month old. How could you know what your mother looked like? Although she is indeed a beauty, you have to ask your father's opinion even if you want to recognize your mother, right?"

After saying that, he took another careful look at Meng Tang, and felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him staring at the painting. She had never been looked at like this by him after being with him for such a long time.

It’s just a painting, that’s all I care about!

"I have seen my mother's portrait." Little Baozi blinked his big eyes and looked at his father: "My mother's portraits were all painted by my father."

The man folded up the paintings expressionlessly: "There are many people with similar looks in the world."

"That's right!" Qin Ganglie said hurriedly: "Don't the Yueyue Sect have many maids with similar looks? They..."

Qin Ganglie was stunned again, and then he came to his senses.

It is rumored in the world that the leader of the Yiyue Sect is deeply affectionate and has no resistance to people who look like his deceased wife, so the people around him all look somewhat like his deceased wife.

If she didn't understand it before, now she understands it after seeing this painting. Those women really have the shadow of the people in the painting more or less!

Put it this way...

"Sect Master..." Qin Ganglie's eyes turned red and he said softly: "It turns out that the Sect Master is such an infatuated person, otherwise... I would go talk to Brother Shen and send Brother Shen's sister to the Sect Master? This way

, not only can the sect leader no longer have to suffer from the pain of lovesickness, but secondly, Chen An will also be hurt in the future..."

After saying this, he gently touched the little bun's head, his eyes full of love and care.

Meng Tang raised his eyes and looked at her: "Does Miss Qin really think so?"

"That's natural. The little girl is sincere." As she spoke, she squeezed out a tearful smile, just like a first wife who wanted to take a concubine for her husband. She acted a role of generosity without losing grievance, and grievance without losing consideration.

Incisively and vividly.

"Thank you, man, I will tell the allies myself."

"Forehead……"

Qin Ganglie pinched her sleeves and rubbed them hard, but still maintained her decent smile: "Then if the sect master needs help, just tell me, Brother Shen will still give me some face."

"Okay." Meng Tang said again: "If you have nothing to do, you can go back."

Qin Ganglie stood up to say goodbye and went to hold Little Baozi's hand, but he refused to follow and left obediently.

Meng Tang had no choice but to let Yinfeng and Qin Ganglie go out first.

When only the father and son were left in the room, Little Baozi's eyes fell on the piece of paper again: "Does daddy want to marry her?"

"This is not something you should worry about."

"Daddy, marry her."

Looking at those bright eyes that were very similar to his wife's, Meng Tang was patient for a moment: "Why?"

"Dad painted so many paintings for my mother, found so many women who were similar to my mother, and often took my mother's things to look at and miss her. Since I miss her so much, and Uncle Shen's sister is exactly the same as my mother, why not

It is better for dad to marry someone than to be sad alone..."

As he spoke, he lowered his head and bit his lips. He was afraid of his father, so he rarely spoke to him so much.

I have said so much today and I wonder if I will be reprimanded again.

However, after waiting for a long time and receiving no response, Meng Chenan carefully raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who frightened him.

"come over."

The man reached out to him, and the little guy hesitated and slowly walked forward.

The man's big palm fell on his shoulder, and he pursed his lips slightly to hide the excitement in his heart at this moment.

"Dad does miss your mother. It is because of missing you that your mother's voice, face, and smile are still in front of you. No one can replace her."

"But……"

"Those portraits and similar people are because I'm afraid you'll forget what your mother looks like."

The little bun was slightly surprised: "Me?"

"Your mother suffered a lot when she was giving birth to you. She passed away when you were just one month old. You have never seen her smile, which can make people fall in love at first sight, even among thousands of people. You have never seen her cry.

Sometimes, even if your heart is made of stone, you will still be moved by it. Dad will never forget, and naturally he will not let you forget."

"father……"

"Go ahead."

"yes……"

The little bun blinked and endured the soreness in his eyes. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked to the door, he heard the man behind him tell him: "Even though we are in Jiangnan, we must not neglect our schoolwork and internal skills."

"oh……"

As soon as he left the room, Qin Ganglie grabbed his wrist and quickly dragged him back to the room. Seeing the eager woman, Xiao Baozi answered her directly: "Don't worry, Aunt Qin, dad will not marry the woman in the painting."

Qin Ganglie breathed a sigh of relief and patted his chest several times: "It scared me to death. I thought all my efforts during this period were going to be in vain!"

The little bun sat down at the table, holding his chin in his hands and lost in thought.

Although he has never met his mother and does not have as deep feelings for her as his father, he will still be unhappy if his father really wants to marry a wife.

Whether it's marrying a woman who looks like my mother, or marrying Aunt Qin.

But fortunately, my father said that no one can replace my mother.

But if that's the case, wouldn't the father be too pitiful?

It would be great if there was someone who didn't have to be his mother and could help dad get over the sadness of missing his mother.

pity……

Huh? He immediately sat up straight and cheered up: "Uncle Shen is very good!"

"Ah sneeze!"

Shen Yuning felt that she probably caught a cold and started sneezing as soon as dawn. If she didn't catch a cold, someone must be plotting against her behind her back.

Bai Yu knocked on the door and came in. He saw that she was fully dressed and put a bowl of dark soup on the table: "I just brought it from the kitchen. Leader, drink it quickly!"

"Did you thank your cook with big breasts and perky butt properly?"

Bai Yu felt extremely aggrieved: "My subordinate paid the price! A full three yuan!"

"Three cents?" Shen Yuning held the medicine and asked him: "You want this leader to drink three cents of medicine?"

"If the sick person is a subordinate, let alone three cents, I will not be willing to spend even one cent!"

Seeing the aggrieved look on his face, Shen Yuning resisted the urge to throw the medicine on his face.

Having such a stingy subordinate really slows down her progress in the world!

Holding her nose and swallowing the painful medicine, Shen Yuning ordered him to help her install the hidden weapons on her body.

"Leader, today is the last day of the martial arts competition. Who do you think can win the "Book of the Late Emperor"?"

"Is it difficult to guess?" Shen Yu tightened the mechanism box on her inner thigh: "It's definitely not the person on Mingjin Stage."

If she could get the "Book of the Late Emperor" by winning the martial arts competition, then her brother's death would not be so mysterious.

"By the way, have you investigated Jiang Xiaogu's matter?"

Bai Yu said with an aggrieved face: "I have really tried my best. I searched Wuguo Villa but couldn't find the person Jiang Xiaogu had hidden. Leader, do you think that the destruction of the whole escort agency has nothing to do with Jiang Xiaogu?"

After all, the Yamen didn’t even find any evidence.”

"It's not that the Yamen can't find evidence, it's just that a group of corpse-stricken people don't want to cause trouble for themselves."

The influence of Wugou Villa in Jiangnan is very important, and the Yamen also wants to sell Jiang Bu Shen some thin noodles.

It's okay if she doesn't know about this. Now that she knows, as the leader of the martial arts alliance, she should also eliminate harm in the martial arts. After all, if her brother is still alive, he will never allow such a thing to happen under his nose!

She put on her outer clothes, tightened the straps around her wrists and waist, and took Bai Yu out.

The weather is rarely sunny today and the light is shining brightly.

Because it was the last day of the martial arts competition, both inside and outside the Mingjin Platform were crowded with martial arts people watching the battle.

Upstairs at the Abandoned Film Studio, Meng Linxiao had already arrived, and the heads of various factions nearby were hesitating over whether to strike up a conversation with him.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the alliance leader arriving. After all, receiving distinguished guests must be done by the all-powerful alliance leader to show professionalism and sincerity!

But Shen Yuning didn't even look at this distinguished guest from the north. She greeted Qin Ganglie's little bun and sat down on her large chair. She lifted her robe and swayed her legs.

Sect Master Meng glanced at her movements and couldn't bear to look at her, so he had to turn his eyes back.

At this moment, the golden platform rang downstairs and Jiang Buchen played the drum, announcing that the last day of the martial arts competition had officially begun.

The martial arts competition has come to the last day, and the remaining masters are all the masters who won in the end.

The masters competed with each other, some had the strength to pull up mountains and rivers like tigers descending the mountain, some had outstanding light kung fu, some had miraculous skills, some used swords, some used fists, all of them used their special skills, how could they care about the severity of their attacks like they did a few days ago, and just ran

Go with the goal of winning to the end.
To be continued...