Chapter 1225: TangNing Godfather (1/2)

While everyone was wondering, Long Feiye had long raised his head to look up at the rafters, where a man garbed in shockingly red robes sprawled lazily with his stunning looks and tall, slim body. He was looking askance at them with obvious amusement.

Wasn’t this none other than Gu Qishao? Everyone else was surprised by the sight.

So this fellow was here of all places?

“Gu Qishao, you’re the master of this place, aren’t you?” Han Yunxi was pleasantly surprised. She’d been more or less planning to investigate further after Tang Li’s account, but Gu Qishao actually showed up in person.

His smile hadn’t changed a bit, still as dazzling as ever. His scarlet robes billowed about him as he floated to the ground like a red lotus in bloom. Chuckling, he replied, “Poison lass, Qi gege’s missed you.”

Before he could finish, Long Feiye threw out a jug of wine at shockingly fast speeds. The strength behind the attack was obvious and it narrowly hit Gu Qishao, but he merely sidestepped the blow with a smug smirk. Landing next to Han Yunxi, he plucked little Rui’er from her arms before neither mother nor son could react. Gu Qishao examined the child from left to right, occasionally pinching his nose and ears. The longer he looked, the more he liked until he finally laughed out loud.

“Long Feiye, this old man’s missed you as well…”

Could Gu Qishao really miss Long Feiye?

No way.

What he meant to say was “Long Feiye, this old man’s missed your son as well!”

At last, Rui’er recovered from his shock to look doubtfully at Gu Qishao. Who’s this? He should know imperial father and mother very well. Otherwise, why wouldn’t mother panic after he snatched me away?

Gu Qishao’s long slender eyes suddenly stared deep into Rui’er’s dark ones, filled with the same affection he showered on his Poison lass! Faced with such a look, Rui’er didn’t back down, but stared straight back and realized that this uncle in red had very attractive eyes. Besides his father’s, this was the prettiest pair of eyes he’d ever seen.

“Rui’er, Rui’er...quick, say godfather!” Gu Qishao’s joy was comparable to becoming a new father himself. Little Rui’er only felt lost.

What’s a “godfather?” I’ve never heard of it before. At last, he realized he didn’t want just anyone to carry him around! But before he could struggle free, Gu Qishao suddenly raised him up high.

Huh..?

Little Rui’er’s eyes lit up as his confusion changed into disbelief. This red-robed uncle dares to raise me up high? So does that mean, next he’ll…

As soon as he started anticipating it, Gu Qishao abruptly tossed him high up in the air. Little Rui’er wasn’t afraid at all, but felt it was extremely fun. He even wished he could fly even higher.

“Heheh, you look so much like Poison lass! Even more when you smile! It’d be better if you were a girl, but a son isn’t bad, either.”

Rui’er clearly resembled Long Feiye more, but Gu Qishao was either missing the obvious or saying this on purpose. As he spoke, he flung Rui’er into the air again, even higher than last time. After a few more rounds, little Rui’er seemed to catch the laughing bug and giggled nonstop.

Long Feiye’s eyes followed his son as he rose up and down. Although his face remained expressionless, he wanted nothing more than to fly right over and snatch that fellow into his chest to muffle his laughs. At last, Gu Qishao stopped and held Rui’er in his arms as the toddler kept laughing.

“Call me godfather, quick!” Gu Qishao urged.

Little Rui’er was extremely pleased, but still looked towards his mother questioningly. In usual cases, little Rui’er would refuse anything he didn’t like or understand and got straight to the point. He rarely asked for his parents’ opinions. Gu Qishao’s tossing game had already won a third of his heart. Before Han Yunxi could reply, Gu Qishao simply blocked Rui’er’s sight with his hand so the boy was looking at him again.

“Quick, call me godfather! In the future, all I have will belong to you! Godfather promises to fee you, clothe you, make sure you suffer for nothing…”

“Cough, cough!” Long Feiye coughed lightly.

Before Rui’er could look at him, Gu Qishao blocked his line of sight with his other hand. Once again, Rui’er’s gaze grew puzzled. Just who is he? How can he act as he pleases in front of imperial father and mother?

Gu Qishao abruptly switched his tone and took out a bamboo dragonfly. “Like this?”

Little Rui’er’s eyes rested on the bamboo dragonfly before turning away with disdain. Instead, it was little Tang Tang who fixated on the dragonfly, wanting it dearly for herself.

“You don’t?” Gu Qishao changed it for a piece of candy and said, “This is sweet, want to eat some?”