Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Murong Ji saw him approaching gradually, his clothes fluttering in the bamboo grove, his temperament and appearance became the foil instead, those black jade-like pupils glowed like swirls, not like ordinary princes and grandsons, but more like Jiu Tian Piao The immortal below couldn't help but be fascinated by his demeanor for a while, but then he woke up, with surprise and admiration in his eyes.

Jiang Luoyu walked in front of the two, lowered her voice with a smile, "Zhaomin."

Murong Hao saw him walking in front of him, his red eyes flickered, he couldn't help but raised his hand and clenched his fingers tightly, with deep attachment in his eyes: "You are here."

When Murong Ji saw the two of them met, he seemed to treat himself as a transparent person, and he was not annoyed for a moment, but couldn't help but let out a low laugh, and suddenly raised his voice: "Ji has met His Highness Xihua, Your Highness is well."

When Murong Ji made a sound suddenly, the two looked at each other, but immediately lost sight of each other. Jiang Luoyu slightly lowered his eyes and turned sideways, while Murong Hao was a little embarrassed. After coughing dryly twice, he raised his hand and introduced : "This is my second brother, my father's direct son, named Ji, named Zhaoxi."

"Zhaoxi...it reminds me of that painting." Jiang Luoyu's expression was as usual. Before coming here, she got the news from Murong Hao. She already knew who she was going to meet and why. Ji had always gotten along very well, but now his eyes changed slightly when he saw people, and his eyes unconsciously carried a little scrutiny. At the same time, he took out a long scroll from his sleeve, and handed it to the smiling pale young man in the wheelchair with both hands.

"I heard that Mr. Murong celebrated his birthday, and I don't have any expensive gifts. This painting is a congratulatory gift. I hope Mr. Murong doesn't think my brushwork is crude."

When Murong Ji saw him handing over the things, there was no special hope or flattery on his expression, it was just as gentle as a spring breeze, the smile on his lips was light and undiminished, his eyes became more joyful for a moment, and he hurriedly took the painting laughed.

"What did your highness say? The emperor came here in disguise with such an honorable status. He came alone to celebrate Ji's birthday. He is also the eldest brother's sweetheart. In the future, he will become Ji's brother and sister-in-law. Even if he came empty-handed I am already very happy, not to mention that the emperor also paints and presents sacrifices, which is a waste of time and energy."

Hearing his gentle tone and sincerity in his words, Jiang Luoyu pointed at the scroll in his hand with a smile: "If Mr. Murong wants to see it, you can open it now."

Seeing Murong Ji smiling and nodding in agreement, Murong Hao who had been silently watching them get along took a step forward, took the scroll in his younger brother's hand, and asked Jiang Luoyu who was standing opposite to untie the colorful silk thread, and slowly Unfold the picture scroll that is as long as a small stone road, painted with mountains and green peaks, small rivers, gurgling flowers, red willows, dew, and birds singing in unison.

"I heard that your son is inconvenient to move around. In the early spring, he could only be confined in a small garden. He lost the beautiful spring scenery. Jingyu Chunri entered the imperial capital. At that time, Yihao went to the suburbs to paint his favorite spring scenery in this volume. , at this time, it happened to be given to the young master for appreciation. It's a pity that I rushed out at that time, and I was afraid that it would be rough and difficult to catch the eye."

Seeing the scenery painted on the scroll, Murong Ji's eyes suddenly lit up, and a tinge of blood appeared on his face, his whole spirit changed. He stretched out his hand to touch the long scroll, and said with a loud smile, "Thank you, my lord." Son, Ji likes it very much!"

Jiang Luoyu saw that Murong Ji really liked this painting, and couldn't take it off when his eyes were glued to it. When he turned to look at Murong Hao who was standing opposite him, he met the man's soft gaze, and couldn't help showing a smile. Murong Ji's excited voice came from the side again: "Brother, according to Ji, the emperor is more caring than you, he is indeed my brother and sister-in-law!"

Hearing his younger brother praise Jiang Luoyu for his heart without hesitation, the worry in Murong Hao's eyes flashed away, and the expressionless handsome face

Staggered, and suddenly began to roll up the painting, and whispered while rolling: "In just such a short period of time, the friendship in the past few years is not as good as a painting. It is not nice to meet people."

Murong Ji couldn't help laughing when he heard the words, his pale face shone brightly, as if he didn't expect such a cold and serious elder brother to tell a joke, until Murong Hao handed the scroll back to him, he was still smiling The shoulders kept shaking.

Standing beside them, Jiang Luoyu's eyes became softer, seeing Murong Ji smiling happily, the smile on his lips deepened.

After a while, the sky slowly darkened.

Murong Ji sat behind the table that had just been placed in front of the wooden house, with a thick blanket covering his knees, first looked at Murong Hao who was sitting not far away from him, who was wearing black clothes, and was playing the piano with his body down, and then looked not far away Jiang Luoyu, who was playing the flute in harmony, beat his fingers to the beat, looking leisurely, with indescribable joy in his eyes.

After the song was played, Murong Ji was intoxicated by the lingering sound of the zither and flute, when he noticed that Murong Hao stood up beside him, put the zither in his hand in front of him, and suddenly drew out the long sword at his waist, and the sword flickered Wan walked towards Jiang Luoyu who was waiting for the sword with a flute and a smile under the moonlight after the music was over.

The crisp sound of the sword light and the bamboo flute was like a different kind of music under the moonlight. Murong Ji held his breath and watched the two people's movements as if they were exchanging ideas, more like a sword dance. He slightly lowered his head with a smile, and moved his pale fingers The strings of the piano were broken, and a piece of broken array music sounded in the dense bamboo forest.

Until the moon was in the middle of the sky, after the three of them danced swords and played music, they sat separately behind the set table. Because Murong Hao was still taciturn, they drank and recited poems to talk about things, but Jiang Luoyu and Murong Ji could chat happily After the sky was dark, the two of them were still unfinished, but at this moment, there was a buzzing sound above their heads, and brilliant fireworks rushed into the dark night.

When sending Jiang Luoyu back to the White Mansion, the sky was already turning white.

Murong Ji played happily all night, and Murong Hao sent someone to drag him back to the house. At this time, the sun has not yet risen, and there is misty water vapor in the bamboo forest, which has stained Jiang Luoyu's blue sleeves fluttering in the wind. With black hair, Murong Hao walked closely beside him, never leaving his eyes.

"Your younger brother, if he wasn't really in poor health, he would be just like your parents, he would be a person with excellent literary talent, martial arts, appearance and demeanor, and amazing talent." Jiang Luoyu seemed to have no interest in his fiery eyes. What he felt, on his face was still the expression of appreciation that he couldn't hide after talking with Murong Ji all night.

"Whether it's astronomy or geography, the poems and songs are very good. After talking with him all night, I didn't feel sleepy at all, but full of energy. The Murong family has indeed produced talents from generation to generation."

Speaking of this, he seemed to finally feel the unkind eyes of the people around him, and he turned his head and asked with a smile.

"What's wrong, you keep staring at me?"

The man in Xuanyi looked at him with a cold face for a while, as if he was about to read something from his face, and said calmly: "I'm watching, who are you going to marry."

Hearing this, Jiang Luoyu's eyes suddenly went dark, and he raised his hand and poked him fiercely with the bone fan: "...you!"

Murong Hao grabbed his bone fan expressionlessly, his eyes were even hotter than before, almost burning people, but his face remained motionless, Jiang Luoyu looked helplessly annoyed, and said On the contrary, what he said was more interesting, as if he was in front of provocation.

people.

"I like your brother very much... He is much more interesting than my brother. As expected of a child from a noble family, he has a good temperament and good looks, and is proficient in musical instruments and poetry. In terms of martial arts, you are number one in the imperial capital

The position of the handsome man is about to be given up. "

Speaking of this, Jiang Luoyu turned slightly, approached the man in black in front of him, twitched his fingers, and said with a smile: "The frown is so deep, it's not because I've eaten my brother's jealousy."

Murong Hao finally couldn't help but snorted in a low voice, pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly, his thin lips brushed against the delicate skin of the man, and blocked the lips that still wanted to speak: "If you brag like that again If you go down, you won’t be able to tell.”

Hearing the coquettishness in his tone, he was like that frail young man in white clothes back then. Thinking that the two of them had come to this point, Jiang Luoyu couldn't help feeling soft, and hugged the man's shoulder with his backhand, quietly in the bamboo forest. Embrace each other and enjoy this short moment of silence.

The mist on the bamboo leaves solidified into water droplets, which slid down between the gradually brightening world and sank into the ground with a tick.

"Your brother's illness seems to be very serious. Although he was very energetic last night, there was a faint look of death between his eyes and brows... Is he going to..."

The two of them had already reached the edge of the bamboo forest, and further ahead was the Hanging Flower Gate. Just as Jiang Luoyu was about to put on his bamboo hat, he suddenly remembered something, and asked with a slight frown.

Murong Hao saw that he was speaking bluntly, and knew that he wanted to help himself, so he nodded and said in a low voice: "The doctor I found two years ago, now there is nothing he can do about his illness - I have been treating him for a few days. The genius doctor who was inquiring about it has some clues, but he refused to enter the imperial capital to treat Zhaoxi, so I sent someone to arrest him."

Hearing that he used such a method, Jiang Luoyu felt a little helpless for a while: "You persecute that genius doctor so much, what if he gets angry and refuses to treat your brother when you catch him?"

Murong Hao sighed, and a look of embarrassment flashed across his face: "You know my background - this is the only uncle's son-in-law left, and my uncle has a deep affection for my aunt, and he refuses to marry again... In terms of love and etiquette , I want to keep the legitimate son of my uncle's lineage, otherwise even the deceased mother and father will not feel at ease."

Looking at his gloomy eyebrows, Jiang Luoyu shook his fingers. After seeing Murong Sacrifice with his own eyes, as long as he has good intentions, he will feel sorry for his extremely weak body and high talent and morality, let alone those who are related by blood. Dear brother: "Don't worry too much, when the time comes, we will arrest the divine doctor. If he really refuses to treat you, I will help you."

"I know." Murong Hao nodded, stretched out his hand to hold his wrist, raised his breath and carried him up to the eaves, gestured to the black-clothed dead men who had gathered at the sound, After signaling them all to retreat, he dragged Jiang Luoyu out of the Murong Mansion easily, "It will be the Wu Ya clan's banquet in half a month, wait for me in front of the White Mansion, and I will pick you up."

Hearing that he was coming to pick her up, Jiang Luoyu shook her head to meet the man's gentle gaze, and said with a smile: "If you go to pick me up, it would be too light for the White Mansion to chop you up, you'd better go alone. "

"I'll take you back."

"it is good."

"By the way, there is something that I forgot if you don't tell me." The two walked slowly to the gate of the White Mansion. Murong Hao watched him enter the gate of the mansion. Just when he was about to lower his eyes, he heard Jiang Luo's words again. With Yu Hanxiao's voice, he couldn't help but immediately raised his head, looking at the person who turned around on the steps with burning eyes.

"There is a person I want to entrust to you. When it's time to go to the banquet, you will bring her into the banquet."

Murong Hao looked at the dark light that flashed in his eyes, and the person who turned around and walked towards the gate of the White Mansion after saying that, a faint smile suddenly appeared on his brows and eyes, and he fixedly looked at the figure who was going further and further away , I seem to have seen the person who just entered Otaki Kyoto and pulled himself

The carriage under his own hands hides the young man who can't see his composure in his eyes.