Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Mi Qianqian nodded. He knew that the man was looking at him, but he said in a low voice without raising his head: "That's fine, but Chui'er and Chang'er are both young, and I'm worried that they won't be able to stand the bitter cold in the frontier. Just prepare more things, you accompany them first, and I will prepare."

Seeing that he didn't raise his head to look at him, Murong Ji saw a trace of disappointment in his eyes, but there was still a smile on the corner of his lips, and he replied in a low voice, "Okay."

Watching Mi Qianqian's figure leave, Murong Ji was a little dazed and couldn't recover. Knowing that a soft little hand had hooked his fingers, he called in a childish voice, "Uncle."

Hearing Murong Chang's voice, Murong Ji turned sideways, and looked at Murong Chang whose hair was messed up because of the rolling just now, and Murong Chang's side, whose clothes and hair were all messed up, still had a paralyzed face Murong Chui asked with a smile, "Well, what's the matter?"

Murong Chang crawled into his arms, raised his face and stared at him with wide eyes, and asked in puzzlement, "Uncle, Uncle Mi is leaving, why... look?"

Murong Ji didn't expect him to ask this question. After being silent for a long time, he raised his hand to hold him in his arms, stroked his messy hair lightly, half-closed his eyes and murmured in a low voice: "Probably because... ...I like to keep looking at him, this is why I keep looking at him

stop. "

The adult's words were difficult and ambiguous, wrapped in layers of indistinct sincerity, Murong Chang, who was only one year old, flattened his lips, his little face was full of confusion: "No... I don't understand..."

"Chang'er is still young, so he will understand in the future." Murong Chang said that the word "understand" was not standard, and the word he spit out seemed to be "Dong". It took Murong Ji a long time to understand what he meant, and smiled. He patted his small shoulder, turned his eyes to Murong Chui who was sitting on the side with an expressionless face, but also fixedly looked at him, nodded and said, "Chui'er is the same."

This topic came to an end, Murong Ji thought of his unfinished official documents, stood up and took a look at the nuns and maids who had been guarding outside, stood up and stroked his crumpled clothes, squatted down Looking down at the two children in front of him, he smiled and asked.

"Okay, let's go play first. Uncle has something to do now, so he will come over to accompany you later. Also, we will set off for the frontier tomorrow morning. You only need to take a carriage for a while, and you will be able to see your father I'm with mom and dad, go to bed early tonight, even if uncle doesn't visit you, Uncle Mi will visit you."

Murong Chang blinked his eyes, bared his teeth half-understood and answered, "Yes, Uncle!"

Out of the bamboo house, he walked down the steps step by step towards the bamboo forest, his eyes wandered around slowly, and suddenly landed on the wooden wheelchair in the corner of the bamboo forest, his handsome eyebrows and eyes had a somewhat indescribable look of melancholy—— ——For two years Mi Qianqian used expensive medicinal materials and specially made decoctions to recuperate his body. His illness has recovered a lot by now, and his daily activities are no longer hindered. Without drawing his sword and using force, his body showed no signs of weakness.

But compared to his body getting better day by day, the person who had always been eloquent became more silent day by day. Originally, when Jiang Luoyu and Murong Hao were still there, Mi Qianqian was still willing to talk to him more. A few words, but after the eldest brother, brother and sister-in-law left, and Murong Chang and Murong Chui were entrusted to them, Mi Qianqian was no longer willing to look up at him.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but clenched his fingers and sighed softly.

Early in the morning of the second day, Murong Chang, who was sleeping drowsily, and Murong Chui, who had already combed his hair into a bun, were sent by Murong Ji and Mi Qian respectively.

Qian Bao got into the carriage, escorted by An Xiao and Murong's bodyguards, and walked slowly towards the frontier.

The days of riding in the carriage were boring, although the layout on the carriage was fine, it was no different from normal in the house, but after all, the place was narrow, Murong Chang and Murong Chui were young, first they were lively for a while, and Murong Chui ended up lying on the cushions. He was fast asleep. Murong Chang slept for a long time when he first got into the carriage, but at this moment he regained his energy and raised the curtain to look at a scene he had never seen outside.

As soon as he lifted the curtain, the cold wind blew in. Mi Qianqian was leaning on the table to read medical books. Feeling the cold wind, she raised her head and immediately raised her hand to grab Murong Chang's naughty little hand, but just when his fingers were about to touch it While touching the tender skin, he accidentally touched the hand of another person beside him who was also reaching out to stop him, and quickly retracted it.

Murong Ji and he almost noticed Murong Chang's mischievous movements one after another, but he didn't notice that the person beside him also reached out to stop him. It was too late when he accidentally touched the warm and smooth fingers of that person, and he watched helplessly. When that hand was withdrawn, he felt that his heart was hot and then cold, and the expression on his face could hardly be concealed. At any rate, he finally got up, turned his back to the man and hugged Murong Chang back to the soft couch. Only then did he hide his fluctuating state of mind.

Murong Chang was bored in the carriage and finally found something interesting to play with. He was curiously looking at the scenery outside when Murong Ji suddenly hugged him and twisted his body on his short legs in reluctance: "Uncle, Chang'er look ~look~"

Murong Ji stroked the hair on his forehead with a smile, and persuaded in a low voice: "Chang'er, be good, it's cold outside, your brother is still sleeping, you will all catch cold."

Murong Chang pouted and watched while falling asleep, the blushing Murong Chui glanced at him, and acted coquettishly: "Uncle

Seeing Murong Ji's helpless expression, Mi Qianqian clenched the fingers in her sleeves slightly, suddenly smiled, and raised her hand to signal Murong Chang to come here: "The journey is still long, if Chang'er doesn't want to sleep anymore, go to Uncle Mi Come here, Uncle Mi will give you something fun, okay?"

As soon as he heard that there was something to give to himself, it was still fun, Murong Chang's big black grape-like eyes lit up, he walked over unsteadily and stuck it on Mi Qianqian's sleeve, and promised, "Okay!"

Murong Ji knew that Mi Qianqian was trying to save him, so his gaze softened even more. He watched him take out something for Murong Chang from his sleeve, and his brows and eyes fluctuated slightly: "This is... a bracelet?"

In Mi Qianqian's palms, there were two jade bracelets twisted like grass leaves, with clover carved on top of emerald green.

He took out one of them and put it on Murong Chang's wrist. When he watched him fiddle with the bracelet curiously, he raised his hand and pressed his wrist, and said softly with a smile, "Chang'er, one of these two bracelets is Yours, one is your brother's. It's not just about looking pretty, if Chang'er accidentally meets a bad guy, just shake the bracelet hard at the bad guy, and the bad guy won't be able to harm you."

After saying this, Mi Qianqian looked at Murong Chang's little face that seemed to understand but didn't understand, knowing that it was still too difficult to say such words to a one-year-old child, she didn't take it to heart, but just greeted the big black grape Eyes, a bud on the jade bracelet was twisted open with a click, and a refreshing fragrance was released. Murong Ji suddenly smelled this fragrance, and his head was dizzy for an instant, his face was flushed and he was about to fall against the wall of the carriage. Qianqian quickly twisted the bud again, which made him gradually regain his sobriety.

Seeing that Murong Ji came to his senses and looked at the pair of jade bracelets, his expression became serious. Mi Qianqian knew that he already knew the secret, so she lowered her head and explained in a low voice.

"Every bud on this jade bracelet is filled with a special medicinal powder. Chui'er has a gold bracelet from the saint of Miaojiang on her body, and Chang'er has a ten thousand poisonous stone hanging around her neck. They will not be poisoned if they smell it or even eat it." , so if there is really something we can't stop, and the two children have this thing, at least we can rest assured."

"Chui'er is the eldest son, Chang'er is a twin, and they need to know how to protect themselves." In the half-dark carriage, Mu

Rong Ji fixedly stared at the bracelet on Murong Chang's wrist, his eyes were obscure, but when he looked at Mi Qianqian, he looked very gentle, "You still think well."

Mi Qianqian noticed his gaze, but she didn't meet his gaze. She just hugged him tightly and saw that the bud could be unscrewed. Murong Chang, who was turning the jade bracelet curiously, replied in a low voice: "I am entrusted with loyalty by others. It's a matter of people, not to mention that there is an agreement between me and the emperor, I like these two children, so naturally I don't want them to suffer any harm."

In the darkness, Murong Ji pursed his lips and stared blankly at the person who was just a few feet away, as if he had spent a lot of effort before he asked, "Then... what about me?"

Mi Qianqian hugged Murong Chang's hand tightly, and bit her lip in spite of the child in her arms looking suspiciously at her, saying intermittently, "...what?"

In the dimly lit carriage, the two looked at each other silently, but no one said a word.

During the stalemate, a servant's voice suddenly came from outside the carriage: "Young Master Ji, Mr. Mi."

Murong Ji turned his head, dark eyes flashed in his eyes, he turned sideways and raised the curtain of the car, ignoring the wind and snow blowing outside the curtain, he asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

The coachman had never seen Murong Ji, a young master who often stayed in the mansion before, he hesitated for a moment when he heard the words, and then he folded his hands and replied: "My lord, sir, the sky is getting dark too fast, the convoy may have to speed up, The carriage will be a little bumpy, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to reach the town in the evening, I don't know what the young master and sir think?"

"Just do as you say." Murong Ji listened to his polite words, nodded without hesitation, put down the carriage curtain, but did not dare to raise his eyes to look at the person who was close at hand, and only lowered his voice and said , "The carriage will bump up, you hold Chui'er, I hold Chang'er, otherwise they won't be able to bear it."

When he lowered his eyes, Mi Qianqian showed a faint smile instead, stared at him for a while, and nodded.

Head ■ "OK."