Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Jiang Luoyu shook his head, raised his hand to touch the broken hair on Murong Chui's sideburns, and said with a smile, "It's not necessarily true. According to my guess and your elder brother's guess, the battle in the Huns' royal court will be protracted. I'm afraid there won't be three or four years of see-saw. No, Chui'er and Chang'er can't stay in the frontier for a long time, it's a different matter if they are older, isn't it?"

"Brother and sister-in-law, I understand." Murong Ji thought for a moment, as if he had figured out some joints, and his face calmed down, "Since brother and sister-in-law have made up their minds, I will arrange the carriage immediately and wait until later." Set off for the imperial capital in a few days."

"Brother Ji^" After drinking tea for a while, when Murong Ji was about to get up and go back to the tent, Jiang Luoyu turned the teacup in his hand, and said softly, "I have something to say, I don't know if I should say it."

"Brother and sister-in-law don't mind speaking out."

"Mr. Mi made an appointment with me in the Murong Mansion back then, only for two short years. I wonder if Brother Ji still remembers it clearly?"

Murong Ji turned sideways to look at the two people sitting in the tent, but when he heard this, his body trembled, and he quickly lowered his head, his face could hardly be seen, only the pure white figure looked strangely thin , seemed to be on the verge of falling in the wind and snow, but when he looked closely, he was still as calm as a mountain: "...Thank you brother and sister-in-law for reminding me."

Watching Murong Ji walk out of the big tent, Murong Hao sighed softly, put his arms around Jiang Luoyu's waist, his voice was steady, as if comforting Jiang Luoyu, but when he said it, it was more like comforting himself Xin Xin: "He has his own discretion in the matter of offering sacrifices to his brother."

Jiang Luoyu nodded with a smile, but didn't reveal it: "That's good, it's worthwhile for me to remind him once."

A few days later, amidst the increasingly howling wind and snow at the border, an imperial decree from Emperor Dajin was received in the golden tent, ordering An Neijun to return to the imperial capital, and report the situation of the Xiongnu war and the cause of Wu Yayi's death.

When the imperial decree came down, Murong Ji looked thoughtful, Jiang Luobai who was standing on one side was slightly regretful, Lu Qin's expression was as gentle as water, and he couldn't see clearly, Jiang Luoyu and Murong Hao's expressions remained unchanged, bowing their heads After Xie En received the order, Jiang Luoyu ordered the two servants beside him to prepare things and return to the imperial capital. A few days later, in the early morning, a team of prepared chariots and horses stopped behind the formation of the two armies.

Murong Hao has been watching Murong Chui and Murong Chang get into the carriage one after another, and after they have settled down completely with the wet nurse and maid, his eyes turned to the man in thick fox fur in front of him, and he clenched his cold fingers tightly. Jian, still unwilling to let go: "Back to the imperial capital, be careful in everything."

"I know." Jiang Luoyu squatted on the carriage, lowered her head and rubbed against his ear, but looked far away in the direction of the imperial capital, her voice was low and reluctant, "I wanted to say wait for me Back, but for some reason... Looking at the imperial capital in the distance at this time, I suddenly have an extremely ominous premonition—I hope I am thinking too much."

After saying this, he lowered his head and lightly touched his forehead with the man, and the two broke up instantly: "Take care."

"You too."

The carriage gradually moved forward, and the blowing wind and snow swept the world into a silvery white. Jiang Luoyu hugged the child tightly in his arms, and looked at the gap between the curtains that were bumping as the carriage moved forward, the one that was getting further and further away. The black spots, and the white wind and snow pouring in endlessly, did not sigh until they were no longer visible, and let out the stagnant breath in his chest.

Murong Chui, who was nestled in his arms, was obedient and silent, as if sensing that he was in a bad mood at the moment, shrank his hot little body into Jiang Luoyu's arms, and hugged his mother and father's neck tightly with some attachment, Jiang Luoyu, who was holding him, seemed to be able to understand this silent comfort, a soft light flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand to hug him even tighter.

The father and son were silently expressing affection, while Murong Chang beside him was still playing the Jiulianhuan that Murong Chui had just cracked yesterday, and he was just getting excited when he parted. I found myself in a carriage

, the big black grape-like eyes glanced around but did not see the person he was looking for, he couldn't help turning his head to look at Jiang Luoyu who was holding his brother, and shouted repeatedly.

"Mother and father, mother and father!"

Jiang Luoyu supported the soft black hair of the child in his arms, and his gentle fingers made Murong Chui drowsy. Hearing Chang Shuang's call, he slowly raised his head and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, Chang'er?"

Murong Chang tilted his head, stood up staggeringly and rushed over, his big eyes twinkling: "Father?"

Jiang Luoyu raised the corners of her lips slightly when she heard the words, and raised her hand to tease the little twins in front of her: "Father won't follow us, isn't it good to have mother and father by our side? Chang'er only likes father, not mother and father?"

Murong Chang was very clever. As soon as he heard the question of whether he likes it or not, he immediately stuck to Jiang Luoyu's side, yelling as if he was afraid that Jiang Luoyu would not hear him: "Chang'er likes it! I like my mother and father!"

Jiang Luoyu stroked his head, hugged him in his arms, put him together with the drowsy Murong Chui, lowered his head and kissed that delicate little face, and suddenly asked: "Chui What about your son? Do you like your parents?"

Murong Ji had been sitting across from each other watching his brother and sister-in-law talking to their two nephews, and finally couldn't help laughing when he heard this, put down the book in his hand and said in a low voice: "It's really the same as what the elder brother said, brother and sister-in-law prefer the eldest son, there are It's not enough to have Chang'er who sticks to her body every day, every time she has to look at Chui'er without moving her eyes."

"Mr. Neijun loves Chui'er so much, I'm afraid it's because of Lord Hou." Mi Qianqian sat in the corner, most of his injuries had healed, only the hideous scars remained, with a wide and quiet smile, his eyes from The faces of the two children in Jiang Luoyu's arms flashed, "After all, although these two children are similar, Chui'er's face is exactly like Lord Hou, and Chang'er is more like Neijun."

"They are all my children. I like them all. There is no preference."

After what Mi Qianqian said, Murong Chang didn't understand what he said, but his intuition didn't sound like a good word, so he pouted and shrank into Jiang Luoyu's arms. Children are the most sensitive, if they are older, there will be a gap between the two brothers because of the parents' special preference for one side, but fortunately, they are both young now, and it is the time when they are ignorant and ignorant, so nothing will happen Thinking, sighed helplessly and fortunately.

As soon as Mi Qianqian saw what she said, Jiang Luoyu lowered her head, obviously knowing that something was wrong with her, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of her lips, staring blankly at the two children lying in the arms of her mother and father. Child, the expression in his eyes was gloomy and uncertain: "It's good that Neijun knows it in his heart."

Jiang Luoyu lowered his head and stared intently at the bewildered Murong Chui and the lively Murong Chang, the expression on his face was extremely quiet, but his embrace became tighter—these two children, after he lived two lifetimes, The only biological flesh and blood.

He was willing to pay any price just to get a child who would inherit the throne.

But now, he has finally walked out of the heavy palace walls and grasped what he could hold. The only wish in his life is to see the faint smile on that person's side face, and he also hopes that the two children in his arms can live in peace for the rest of their lives. Anle.

When he was distracted, the eyes of Murong Ji who was sitting opposite him flashed, he knelt down and patted Murong Chang's small arm, and said in a low voice: "Chang'er, go to sleep, don't keep staring at your uncle and mother." Father, the carriage will take a long time to go, rest for a while before getting up, and you will be less tired."

After saying this, he raised his head slightly, looked at Murong Chang and immediately nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and wrapped his backhand around Jiang Luoyu's arm holding them, and couldn't help laughing: "It's really a blood relationship, but it's just a short-term relationship. In just a few days, the two children are so close to their brother and sister-in-law, even my uncle, who has been with me for a few months, has to be in the back row."

Hearing his words, Jiang Luoyu seemed to have anticipation, and unconsciously looked at Mi Qianqian who was hanging her head in the corner, and said pointedly: "If brother Ji really likes children, you might as well hurry up and marry him." If you find the person you like, the day to take care of your own child will not be far away, what do you think?"

Murong Ji was slightly startled when he heard the words, his face turned pale, but unexpectedly he didn't look at Mi Qianqian in the corner, instead he lowered his head abruptly: "Brother and sister...you're joking..."

Jiang Luoyu seemed to be wrong when he heard his tone of voice. She glanced at him meaningfully, and then looked at the person who was sitting not far away, who had been hanging her head and dared not look at Murong Ji. The child's long hair, but he knew that it was a matter between the two of them after all, so he couldn't say anything more, so he hugged the child tightly, leaned against the carriage wall and closed his eyes to rest.