Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Chapter 669: Chapter 667: Melody, Performance, and Heartwarming Harmony_1
 

When the Duke of Zhen brought his beloved granddaughter into the courtyard, he saw his father sitting comfortably at the stone table, enjoying the sun, humming a tune with his eyes closed, as content as could be.

The grandfather and granddaughter exchanged glances, both with a relieved smile on their faces.

“Grandpa, you seem really happy today. What tune are you humming? Qingluo hasn’t heard it before.”

The two of them walked to the stone table, one on the left and one on the right, sitting around the Old Master. Lin Qingluo skillfully and naturally stretched out her hand to feel the old man’s pulse.

“Hmm?”

At the sweet call of “Grandpa,” the old man was pulled back from his hazy thoughts. He opened his eyes and emerged from his blissful memories.

“Grandpa is humming a tune from decades ago. You are too young, so naturally you haven’t heard it.”

The Old Master faced his favorite granddaughter, with a hint of pride and a raised eyebrow, before humming the tune again involuntarily.

“Grandpa, if you like the tune, teach it to Qingluo.”

Lin Qingluo smiled coquettishly and continued, “Once Qingluo learns it, she’ll play it on the bamboo flute and it will sound lovely.”

“This tune is a folk song from the Beidi region.”

The Old Master was amused, his turbid old eyes showed a rare sparkle. “Qingluo, if you like it, Grandpa will teach it to you.”

“Great, Qingluo will learn it now.”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes lit up with excitement, as she took out a bamboo flute from the Storage Ring and began to play it gently.

The tune she played matched exactly what the Old Master was humming just now.

“Good!”

The Duke of Zhen felt delighted listening to the tune, the indulgent grandfather within him bursting with pride. He couldn’t help but pat his thigh, shouting in approval.

“Our Qingluo can remember it just by listening once. Truly a delicate and incomparable girl.”

The Old Master was also delighted, his beard curling with a smile. The memories of galloping on horseback and commanding the battlefield from his youth flashed in his mind. The tune he hummed suddenly gained a rough and heroic quality.

Lin Qingluo listened intently with a smile, the bamboo flute in her hand, and continued to play the tune after each segment she heard.

“Good, good, good!”

The Duke of Zhen’s eyes brightened as he listened, the nostalgia for the past growing in his heart.

During his youth, he had also been a commanding figure, leading the army across the battlefield.

That feeling was indescribably awe-inspiring.

“Qingluo, did you get hurt during the martial arts competition? Let Father take a look… ”

The joyful atmosphere among the three generations was suddenly disrupted by an unexpected voice.

Lin Xiaoyang walked from the Autumn Scene Garden to the Drunken Frost Residence, then took a long detour around the Duke of Zhen’s Mansion, finally arriving at the courtyard where the Old Master lived.

The more he thought about seeing his daughter as soon as possible, the more he felt that the detour was too long, leaving him with a belly full of frustration.

Finally arriving at the secluded Autumn Frost Residence, he rushed into the courtyard without a second thought, heading straight for his daughter.

“Hurt? What happened?”

The Old Master’s ears were sharp despite his age, and he instantly changed his expression upon hearing the word “hurt,” losing interest in humming his tune.

“Sigh.”

The Duke of Zhen heaved a sigh of annoyance, looking at his tactless son. He couldn’t help but wish he had a walking stick in his hand, so he could give him a good beating.

“Grandpa, it’s nothing.”

Lin Qingluo also sighed secretly, rubbing the bamboo flute in her hand and contemplating how to explain the situation to the Old Master.

“Father, haven’t you told the Old Master about this yet?”

It wasn’t until now that Lin Xiaoyang realized, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Sit down!”

The Duke of Zhen glared at him, gesturing for him to sit down as quickly as possible and stop being an eyesore.

“Ahem.”

Lin Xiaoyang coughed awkwardly, took his place next to his daughter, and sat down at the stone table.