The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

The sky was getting dark.

Qin Jiaojiao got tired of playing and went to bed early.

Little Chick sat obediently beside her pillow, curled up into a ball of golden fluff.

Wang Long affectionately patted her head, then turned and walked out of the room.

Xu Wanyun sat alone on a stone bench in the courtyard, with a pot of wine in front of her, the wine cup already emptied several times.

She changed into a moon-white nightgown, her black hair loose and untied, just draped over her shoulders.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her beautiful and refined features appear even more ethereal.

Wang Long could sense her low spirits.

He immediately went over, sat down opposite her, and asked with concern.

"Wanyun, why are you drinking alone here all by yourself?"

Xu Wanyun slightly raised her head and looked at Wang Long.

Those eyes, usually so gentle and tender, were now veiled in a thin mist, hazy and dreamlike.

"Uncle Long, you've arrived."

Her voice was a little hoarse, with a slightly tipsy languor.

"Want to have a drink with Wanyun?"

Wang Long did not refuse, picked up the wine pot on the table, and poured himself a cup.

The wine is made with osmanthus flowers, and it is sweet on the palate with a lingering aftertaste.

This is brewed by Wenxin Academy itself; it cannot be bought on the market.

"Good wine."

Wang Long praised it and drank it all in one gulp.

Xu Wanyun also picked up her wine glass and took a small sip.

She put down her wine glass, held it with both hands, and gently stroked the rim with her fingertips.

"Uncle Long, you're so good to Jiao Jiao."

Her voice was soft, carrying a hint of envy that was hard to define.

"I am her elder, so it is only right that I treat her well."

Wang Long poured himself another glass.

Xu Wanyun was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked.

"Uncle Long, do you have children?"

Wang Long paused for a moment, then shook his head.

"I have no children of my own."

"That……"

Xu Wanyun raised her head, looked at him, and hesitated to speak.

Wang Long knew what she wanted to ask.

"I truly adore that girl, Jiaojiao."

He put down his wine glass, his gaze falling in the direction of Qin Jiaojiao's room, a gentle smile on his lips.

"If Jiaojiao calls me 'Father,' then I am her biological father."

"I will protect her for the rest of my life."

Xu Wanyun listened and smiled.

She was envious and happy for Qin Jiaojiao.

"That's great, Jiaojiao will have a father to protect her from now on."

Wang Long sensed that Xu Wanyun's emotions were off, so he immediately asked her about it.

"Wanyun, is something on your mind?"

"Tell me, and if I can help..."

Xu Wanyun gently shook her head.

"Uncle Long, I'm fine. It's getting late, you should get some rest."

As she spoke, she suddenly stood up, but her foot slipped and she fell forward.

"Be careful!"

Wang Long reacted quickly, grabbing Xu Wanyun's waist and catching her steadily.

Xu Wanyun threw herself into his arms, placing her hands on his chest, her face very close.

Eyes facing each other.

Close at hand.

Xu Wanyun's heart skipped a beat.

She had never seen a man so close before.

Not only did they not feel any aversion, but they also developed a slight dependence on them.

"Uncle Long... thank you..."

Wang Long shook his head.

"It was I who offended you."

Looking at Xu Wanyun's slightly flushed face, her unique fragrance lingered around Wang Long's nose.

"Gurgle~"

Wang Long silently swallowed, while Xu Wanyun stared blankly at him.

Xu Wanyun felt like she was going crazy, unable to bear leaving Wang Long's embrace.

My mind is in turmoil.

"Am I such a promiscuous woman? What a waste of my education!"

Wang Long thought of helping Xu Wanyun up, since Qin Jiaojiao was sleeping inside.

He can't do anything too outrageous.

"Cough cough."

Just then, a clear cough was heard.

Qin Jiaojiao hid behind the door, tilting her head and smiling as she watched the two of them.

"Master, Father, what are you doing?"

Xu Wanyun froze, instantly sprang away from Wang Long's embrace, and sobered up considerably.

She took two steps back, almost falling again, and hurriedly grabbed the stone table for support.

"Jiao...Jiaojiao? How...how did you wake up?"

Xu Wanyun's voice trembled, and her cheeks flushed.

Fortunately, it was dark, so it wasn't noticeable.

She had never been so flustered.

Qin Jiaojiao yawned and rubbed her eyes.

"I'm thirsty, I'll get up and get some water."

As she spoke, she walked to the stone table, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of water.

He gulped down a big mouthful.

He put down his cup, glanced at Xu Wanyun, then at Wang Long, and a mischievous smile appeared on his lips.

"Master, your face is so red."

"Is there...?"

Xu Wanyun reached out and touched her face; it was a little hot.

"It's probably because of the weather...it's too hot."

She explained in a flustered manner.

"hot?"

Qin Jiaojiao tilted her head; the night breeze was cool and felt very comfortable on her body.

"Master, it's definitely cool here."

Xu Wanyun fell silent.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

"I...I seem to have had too much to drink. I'm a little dizzy. I'll go back and rest first."

As Xu Wanyun spoke, she turned and walked into the house.

His steps were somewhat hurried, as if he were fleeing.

As she reached the door, she stopped, turned her head, and spoke softly.

"Uncle Long, thank you for your poem tonight."

After saying that, he pushed open the door and went inside.

The door slammed shut.

Xu Wanyun leaned against the door, clutching her chest, her heart pounding.

Her face was still burning, and her palms were sweaty.

"What's wrong with me...?"

She murmured to herself and closed her eyes.

Wang Long's face and his gentle gaze appeared in my mind.

Xu Wanyun's face turned even redder.

She took a deep breath, clearing her mind of those chaotic thoughts, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

I lay down, pulled the blanket over my head, and covered my head.

In the courtyard, Wang Long looked at Qin Jiaojiao with a guilty conscience.

The two had just confirmed their father-daughter relationship when they were arrested.

Although nothing happened between him and Xu Wanyun, he just couldn't face his daughter.

Qin Jiaojiao circled around Wang Long, feigning seriousness, and grinned.

She showed off her cute little tiger teeth.

Wang Long felt uneasy under Qin Jiaojiao's gaze.

"Jiaojiao~"

He called out awkwardly.

"Father, you wouldn't have those kinds of feelings for my master, would you?"

Qin Jiaojiao moved closer to Wang Long, smiling mischievously, revealing an excited expression as if she had discovered some kind of secret.

"I just helped Wanyun up, Jiaojiao, please don't misunderstand."

Wang Long quickly waved his hand, saying that Qin Jiaojiao was still a child.

As a father, he has a duty to educate his daughter and cannot instill bad ideas in her.

Qin Jiaojiao shook her head, looking like a little adult.

She gently patted Wang Long on the shoulder.

"Dad, you're mistaken. If you like her, go for it! Your daughter supports you!"

"Once I win over my master, we'll truly be family!"

Wang Long was speechless; she really was a very filial daughter.

Does your mother know?

You just sold out your master like that?

"What do children know?"

Wang Long laughed and flicked Qin Jiaojiao on the forehead.

"Go to sleep now. Worrying too much will stunt your growth."