Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Murong Qi folded the booklet on the table, handed it back to Murong Hao, watched as Murong Hao lowered his head and read carefully what the admonisher wrote, asking the Emperor Da Jin to severely punish the person who sent to assassinate the Fourth Prince One requirement is to break off contact with Otaki, and first make false promises to Otaki's defenders who are at the border at this time, and kill the "mastermind" Xiaoyao Wang Jiang Luobai when he is not prepared.

Seeing clearly what was written on the memorial, Murong Hao's complexion suddenly darkened, his smoky eyes became bottomless, but he didn't say anything else, he just slowly turned the memorial to the last signature , glanced at the person who wrote the memorial, it was one of the admonishers attached to the Wu Ya clan, and Murong Qi's voice full of worry came from his ear again.

"The people who designed all this behind the prince's assassination must bear the brunt of the Huns who are in a dilemma. Maybe there is the shadow of Da Zhou behind the Huns. The other is the hidden people in Dajin. They must be colluding with each other. , and took advantage of the Queen's death, which led to today's critical situation, but I don't know if His Majesty will do anything after getting this excuse, it's all unpredictable."

"Father has been in the court for a long time, and many words hit the ground, and there is no deviation in his views. It is admirable." Half an hour later, in the main room of Li Yuyuan, Jiang Luoyu, who was grinding ink with his body down, heard Murong Hao's retelling of the words brought a smile on the corner of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes, and his black jade-like pupils drooped down.

Murong Hao was writing a notebook, when he heard that the brush in his hand stopped, and there was a small black spot on the notebook, but he didn't care, but the expression on his face was colder, Jiang Luoyu looked at his side face, as if knowing The feeling in his heart at this moment, put down the ink stick in his hand

, suddenly leaned down and hugged his neck, whispered: "Don't worry, since my father said so, I will definitely be careful about that__"

Before she finished speaking, Jiang Luoyu felt her body lighten up, and when she came back to her senses, she was hugged tightly by the man on her lap, nose to nose, and she could feel the heat of her breath, it was such a kissy gesture , although the man's voice was still as cold as usual, his tone was filled with indescribable complexity: "How could I not be worried."

"Although this matter is unavoidably dangerous, but if it is used well, it can be fatal." Jiang Luoyu stared fixedly at the pair of smoky and misty eyes that were so close at hand, and couldn't help but move closer to kiss her. After kissing, the arms were also tightened, but the bottom of my heart had already made up my mind, and said in a deep voice, "You know my temperament, as long as I make up my mind, I won't give up this opportunity—even if it's you now, I'm afraid you will also feel that the enmity between mother and father must be avenged, so why do you and I say more?"

After Murong Hao heard this, he couldn't help being silent for a long time. Jiang Luoyu lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, feeling the man wrap his arms around his neck, deepening the sudden kiss, and hugging his lips tightly. He paused and said in his ear: "If you insist on this matter, I can't stop you, but you have to remember one thing - this time, I am not the only one waiting for you to come back."

Jiang Luoyu lowered her head and pressed her forehead tightly against his. It took a long time to calm down her rapid breathing. She gave a very low grace, and the two quietly hugged each other behind the table, silently and peacefully in the middle of the night. The semi-dark room spread, as if with a hint of warmth, and more of a tacit understanding that there was no need to speak again.

Early the next morning, before dawn, the carriage of the Murong Mansion had just stopped at the gate of the palace. Murong Hao got out of the carriage first, and was just about to raise his hand to catch Jiang Luoyu's hand behind him, when the sound of "rumble" came again. With the sound of a carriage, a carriage with a golden phoenix pattern on its side stopped not far from him.

Jiang Luoyu opened the curtain of the car, his eyes met the golden phoenix totem first, and then he saw a crimson figure, wearing a snow-white cloak, who coughed and was helped off the carriage by the guards, as if he had noticed His eyes, those dark eyes lifted, revealing his pale, almost bloodless cheeks.

At this time, there was only one person who came to the court with a weak body and a heavy haze on his face, and who could sit in Wu Yashi's carriage——Tai Shi Taifu, Wu Yatuo.

When he saw clearly that Wu Yatuo looked like a young man in his twenties, Jiang Luoyu, who had known something for a long time, couldn't help but narrowed his eyes slightly, and put his finger on the carriage. Before, Murong Hao, who had obviously seen him before, clenched his hand tightly, but he still didn't come back to his senses.

On the contrary, Wu Yatuo, who had just got off the carriage, was too weak and was supported by two attendants. When he looked up and saw him, his shadow was reflected in those bottomless eyes, and his pale fingers He clenched the hand stove tightly, nodded suddenly with some difficulty, and opened and closed his pale lips.

"This one must be the monarch of An's country, and my subordinates are polite."

Wu Yatuo's status is noble, and he is an important minister in the court. Jiang Luoyu was helped out of the carriage by Murong Hao, and she turned slightly to one side to avoid his courtesy. The corners of her thin red lips curled up, and her tone was very mysterious. It is admiration and respect: "Teacher Taifu is too polite. Jingyu is just a member of the royal family with no important responsibilities. My lord is the elder brother of the queen and an important minister in the court. How can he call himself a subordinate in front of Jingyu? It's killing Jingyu."

Wu Yatuo saw that he was not being honored by him, and his bloodless lips were drawn up very slowly, but he didn't try to force it, but he said each word: "Although the Neijun has no important job, he is the son of the first eldest princess. The Wu Ya clan is not related to the First Eldest Princess, but the First Eldest Princess is an old acquaintance of the servants, now seeing the First Eldest Princess's son, why can't he salute? It's not a shame, but friendship."

When Jiang Luoyu heard him mention his mother, Nan Jinyue, he immediately remembered the hatred between his parents. The bottom of his heart was burning with darkness, and his fingers were secretly clenched in his sleeves. Unhappy, only when he saw the wheelchair taken from the carriage behind Wu Yatuo, a slight look of surprise flashed across, and he said with a pun, "The words of the grand master and grand master made Jingyu feel fresh." .”

Wu Yatuo's eyes never strayed for an instant. He was sitting on a wheelchair decorated with gemstones and made of rosewood. He clearly had a smile on his face, but his eyes were as cold as poisonous snakes. He didn't reply immediately, but smiled deeper. Looking at Jiang Luoyu, it seemed that Jiang Luoyu was really his favorite junior, and not the culprit who killed his two sons-in-law.

Looking at him with such eyes, Jiang Luoyu knew that her indifferent face made him unhappy, and the hatred and hatred surged up in her heart. It was not until the man's slender fingers slowly clenched his cold fingertips that he realized that his indifferent face made him unhappy. With that subtle warmth, the tense body relaxed slightly, and when he spoke again after a moment of silence, the words he spit out were as sharp as a knife.

"According to my lord, the lord lost his son first, and then lost the empress empress. The empress is the lord's concubine brother, who is connected with the lord by blood. Wearing a red dress at the time, if His Majesty saw it, it would be regarded as disrespectful to the Empress, what do you think?"

Before these words fell, the expression on Wu Yatuo's face remained the same, only the pair of slender eyes narrowed, the pale lips parted, and there seemed to be a smile in the words, but he didn't mention the matter at all. Put it to heart: "The neijun's words are wrong. Although the queen empress is noble, it is just like what the neijun said just now. From the perspective of seniority, the empress is the younger brother of the minister. Although the minister himself is not noble , after all, he is also the direct brother of the former empress, why should he wear filial piety for the former empress?"

"My lord's words are even worse." Jiang Luoyu sighed softly, glanced up and down at Wu Yatuo, and asked in a calm voice, "Although the empress started from a humble beginning, after all, she is your majesty's middle palace. Empress Empress, they all want to mention the Wu Ya family, but they may not all remember that the empress is Lord Wu Ya's concubines, what does Lord Wu Ya think?"

Having said all this, Wu Yatuo finally fell silent for a moment, regained his expressionless expression, and stared at Jiang in front of him.

Luo Yushi's eyes also began to change slightly: "Mr. An, just as I imagined before, is a pair of twins with sharp teeth."

Hearing his words, Jiang Luoyu finally had fluctuations, the smile on the corner of his lips did not change, just when he was about to speak again, he found that his hand was pinched lightly and gently, standing beside him in a black robe The man suddenly took a step forward, sideways blocking the sight of him and Wu Yatuo looking at each other, his voice was cold and without warmth.

"Grand Master, Taifu, please be careful with your words." Murong Hao's handsome and innocent side face seemed to be frozen, and his tall and slender figure looked like a snowfall.

Bamboo branches are generally elegant and cold, "The Neijun is the wife of this Marquis, please don't say such sharp words in front of this Marquis.

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"An Guohou has such a big temper, and my servants have seen it." When Wu Yatuo saw him speak, his dark eyes turned from Jiang Luoyu to Murong Hao who was pursing his lips very naturally, although his words were very gentle. Gentle, but without any emotion, "I only don't know that the Murong family has put aside its sharpness for so many years, and has suffered so much to retreat to the four major families. Now it is ranked at the bottom, how can Anguohou have such a strong temperament?" ?”

The corners of Murong Hao's lips curved slightly, and his tone was slightly mocking, but every single word was poking at Wu Ya's sore spot: "Wu Ya's family originated from the beginning, but it is the favor of the Daijin royal family, Mr. Wu Ya And why are you so rampant?"

As soon as these words came out, Wu Yatuo, who was sitting in a wheelchair and had always been gentle and indifferent, slowly put away the smile on his pale face, and his gaze was fixed on the clasped hands of Murong Hao and Jiang Luoyu. Glancing over: "It seems that Mr. An is not the only one with sharp teeth and sharp mouth."