Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

The smile on the corner of the lips of the leaving black figure couldn't help but deepen.

"From now on, Chuier will leave it to you."

As soon as he left Xiqingyuan, before he could take a few steps, the black figure who had been waiting for him turned around, the man in purple twitched his lips, and raised his hand to grab the cold and slender man fingers, walked towards the main courtyard Li Yuyuan together, the voice just now was completely different from when Xiao Jingchu talked, the tone was gentle and soft.

"Although I didn't know my own affection in my heart, in order to keep the person I wanted, I subconsciously set up a scheme to plot against him. I didn't expect that even Chui'er would use such a method in a blink of an eye. She really grew up. "

The people walking beside him heard that, after all the years, his face was still as handsome as a god, showing a very faint smile, and when he looked sideways at the person beside him, the smoky eyes filled with smoldering eyes. With deep affection, people can't help being intoxicated at a glance: "Isn't this what you want to see?"

"That's not bad." Seeing him smiling, the man in the purple shirt smiled deeper, but his eyes cast far away on the layered palace walls outside the inner city, and there was a slight sigh in his words, "Hanging down." My son is our eldest son, whether it is martial arts, martial arts or character, he is the most outstanding among several children, but there is only one thing..."

The person walking beside him held his fingers instead, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Too soft-hearted."

"That's right." Feeling the man's fingers intertwined with his own, the bone fan in his hand spread slightly, and his eyes finally turned away from the gilded tile, "This is his kindest point, but it is also his greatest weakness." Therefore, if the person accompanying him has a single status and appearance regardless of his character, I am afraid that such a person will become the mistress in the future. When Chui'er encounters an insurmountable crisis, that person will not be able to support Chui'er's heart... "

Those smoky eyes were bottomless, and the thin red lips suddenly lowered, and layers of ripples scattered in the eyes: "Not everyone can be like you, calm and determined at all times." .”

"Be calm and determined at all times, do you think so? What is my greatest weakness... Don't you really know?" The man in purple couldn't help but groan when he heard the hidden smile in his words. When he glanced at it, he was about to withdraw his hand immediately, "It's been so many years, and I still look like this, don't pretend to be dumb!"

Seeing that he had freed his fingers and was about to walk quickly towards the path, the smile on the lips of the man in black clothes gradually deepened, and he suddenly raised his arms to wrap his arms around his waist, slowly hugging him tightly in his arms middle.

"Chen Hua."

The person hugged by him snorted, but the smile on his lips never disappeared: "What? What rebuttal do you think of? I'll listen."

"What you wish is what I want." The low, cold voice sounded, and there was a burst of warmth from the arms and embrace, with boundless nostalgia and joy, "I am happy with you."

The corners of the thin red lips curled up, and the gentle and soft voice blurred.

"I know...me too..."

The end? This life is hard to leave

The dark blue sky is dark and twilight, as if it is about to rain. The howling cold wind in the deep winter blows through the window lattice, making a lingling sound, and even the copper bells hanging on the eaves jingle. After the low and pleasant voice drifted past, the pear tree planted on the path in the corner was also blown, and the branches that had just exposed their buds rustled——

Snow-colored pear flowers are planted all over the corners of the alleys in the mansion, just because it is the favorite flower of the ruler of the Huguogong's mansion, and the Huguogong, who regards you as his life, does not want to let his sweetheart's smile lose any color. It took years and years to plant the pear blossoms that were still saplings, and let them sprinkle their soft petals into the sun, blooming a faint fragrance every spring.

Murong Chui was dressed in black casual attire, without his hair tied up as usual, and knelt straight in front of Li Yuyuan, the main courtyard, letting the slightly damp bluestone stain his knees, and the gloomy sky infiltrate his expressionless face. He has a handsome face, and the many maidservants and double servants who passed by in a hurry saw this scene, they couldn't help but show extremely shocked expressions, but they didn't dare to talk about right and wrong here, so they had to hang their heads and walk quickly, pretending to be watching for themselves. I didn't see the master who had just returned to the court after victory, and knelt here as soon as he entered the mansion.

It has been two full days since he returned to the imperial capital in victory.

The three meals a day were still delivered by someone, but they had never been touched. Many people looked at them with astonishment, including the twin brother Murong Chang who stayed in the mansion, holding his eight-year-old sister Yingying, but he just touched her. Touching his younger sister's soft hair, he had no intention of standing up - just because he had never seen his mother, father and father before him when he knelt down and wanted to ask for the matter in his heart.

Come.

It is also true, what kind of characters are his mother, father and father, he grew up under their upbringing, how could he hide such a small thought from his own parents at this time?

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but close his eyes, his eyes turned slightly, and fell on the pear trees planted on both sides of the path, with a slightly dazed expression.

When he was young, every spring, he and his younger siblings would wander back and forth on the road in front of Li Yuyuan, admiring the snow-colored pear blossoms in full bloom under the bright morning sun or the soft moonlight.

He knew that the pear blossoms on this road and even in the whole garden were planted by his father to make his mother and father smile because of his deep love for his mother and father—he just knew it, but never understood it.

It wasn't until that day, when he touched the warm skin of that person and kissed the tears falling on his cheeks in the darkness, that he suddenly understood that when spring and autumn come and go every year, the four seasons The father who is always busy with military affairs, when he watched the smiles of pear blossoms pouring into the cheeks of his mother and father in the morning sun, what kind of deep feelings did he have in his heart——

If he can get what he wants, then he is also willing to do anything to make him smile for that person.

When you were in a trance, you didn't notice it at all. At some point not far from the path, a figure quietly stopped in front of you.

So, after looking at him with a smile on his lips for a while, he said in a leisurely voice: "Chui'er, how long will you kneel here?

"

Hearing this voice suddenly, Murong Chui came to his senses immediately, turned his head slightly sideways, and called out in a hoarse voice.

"Mother and father."

After calling out, he didn't raise his head, but bent down, letting the cold bluestone stick to his forehead.

"The child is here to ask his parents and father to forgive him."

A pair of thick-soled dark purple cloud-patterned boots stepped on the stone slab in front of him, and his indifferent voice was blurred by the wind: "Oh? What is your fault?"

Murong Chui took a deep breath, his face remained unmoved, and he said in a deep voice: "My son doesn't want to marry anyone else, but only wants to marry Jingchu of the Xiao family, and he doesn't want to marry the first daughter and first wife of a wealthy family. Please forgive me, mother and father!"

"You want to marry Xiao Jingchu, that's fine." To his surprise, the person in front of him didn't refute his words, but bent his lips slightly, and then when he raised his head in surprise, he didn't hesitate. He added without hesitation, "But his status is low, he can only be your—"

"No, mother and father!" Anticipating the next words, Murong Chui's face darkened, a flash of anxiety flashed in his dark brown eyes, and his voice grew louder, "I only want to marry Jing Chu alone in my life!"

"Why?"

These two words caused Murong Chui, who was originally taciturn, to subconsciously fall silent. After a while, he lowered his eyebrows slightly. Many memories flashed in his mind, and then he said each word in a deep voice.

"Jingchu met Hai'er as a young man and stayed with him for many years. He thought he was just treated as a brother, but when he said he was about to leave, Hai'er couldn't help but feel lost. That's why he put his life on the battlefield and deliberately Allowing myself to be seduced—it is the child who wants to force him, but he is willing to stay by the child's side, and have a skin-to-skin relationship with the child..."

The slender fingers unfolded the bone fan little by little, rubbing the engraved patterns on it, and the words were slightly tentative: "If it's only because you have skin-to-skin contact with him, it doesn't matter, just because he wakes up when you wake up. He has already left the ice cave before, presumably he doesn't mind this matter in his heart, on the contrary, he hopes you don't take it to heart."

Hearing these words, the expression on the handsome face that hung down finally changed, and he raised his face instantly, his slender fingers were clenched by his side, his eyes shone with determination and determination, like shining stars in the dark night, Those who have been staring at him couldn't help being a little stunned——

"Mother and father... I don't know what his heart is, and I know that he will leave even so, but my boy... I can't let him go! I hugged him in the dark in the ice cave, and I just realized that besides him, he can touch my heartstrings." Disturb my heart, no one in this world can feel like this! At that time, the child had already promised himself that in this life—this life, he only wants to be with him, and there will be no others!,,

The decisive words fell for a long time, and the man in the white cloak took a long breath, but the words became slightly cold: "So, no matter what his status is, no matter whether your father and I are willing or not, you must marry him as your first wife. ?”

"say,,

疋.

"What if the parents are determined not to agree?"

This question was out of common sense, and Murong Chui lowered his cheeks again, pursing his thin lips extremely tightly in silence.

The person standing in front of him couldn't hear the answer for a long time, so he couldn't help sighing softly, as if he was distressed or complaining, but he couldn't hear any objection, but the kneeling person was too nervous and didn't Just noticed: "It's still the same as when I was a child, and

Stubborn and dumb—”

His forehead touched the blue brick, and a heavy sound fell.

"Mother and father, the child is not filial, I have made up my mind, please fulfill my mother and father!"

After a long silence, the white cloak turned around, and the person holding the bone fan squatted down, with a smiling face reflected in his eyes.

"Forget it, who made you my biological child? I really don't want you to suffer, but—" Speaking of this, those black jade-like eyes were deep, with a rare dignified calmly, "Make a decision today, and there will be no day to go back on it, do you know?"

Murong Chui's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately replied: "My child will never regret it!"

"Okay." The person in front of him patted him on the shoulder, then stood up again, "Come here."

The two waiters who were waiting not far away stepped forward immediately, and the man in the white cloak curled his lips, and raised his voice suddenly: "Please go ahead and send invitations to the major families in the imperial capital. Seven days later, I, Nan Zhao Murong Chui, the eldest son of the Murong Clan, General Zhenyuan, married the son of the Xiao Clan as his first wife, everyone is invited to come and watch the ceremony!"

The person kneeling on the ground was immediately startled when he heard the words, and subconsciously thought of the person who went nowhere after that time, so he couldn't help calling out in a low voice.

"Mother and father! But—"

Before he could finish speaking, a figure came out and bowed to the two of them.

"Neijun."

"Take him to Yinzhuyuan."

The two attendants, all dressed in charge, smiled and lowered their bodies to answer, "Yes."

"Father, I..."

"Go." Interrupting Murong Chui's slightly anxious words in front of him, the corners of the thin red lips curved deeper, and before turning around to leave, he only left the last sentence in a deep and deep voice, "Some things need to be understood by others. Speak up, don't hold back."

Hearing the footsteps of the person kneeling on the ground going away, he suddenly stopped in front of a pear tree with the most buds, and couldn't help but touch the rough branch with his slightly cool fingertips, bowing his head. He murmured: "This year's pear blossoms germinated really early... maybe in a few days, buds will grow."

No one heard his murmur, but the big servant girl who was following him stepped forward at this moment, and said in a low voice respectfully: "Mr. Nei, the Duke please go to the study."

"Understood." Hearing this, Wandering's fingertips paused, and a smile spread on the corners of his lips, "Let's go."

Just as the deep purple figure slowly turned its direction and walked towards the study in the main courtyard, Murong Chui, who had been led to the gate of Yinzhu Garden by the head of affairs Mianxing who had been walking in front, had a vague premonition in his heart. , at this time, it was time to come to see the person he was meeting, and the eyes of the calm and self-retained person no longer existed, and because of the different feelings in his heart, his expression was slightly cramped.

The hollow wooden door was slowly pushed open, Mian Xing smiled slightly as she watched Muronghang enter the door with her head lowered, then slowly helped the two people who were alone in the room close the door, and then left quickly.

At the beginning of his mind, Xiao Jingchu had just finished dinner, so he sat on the edge of the couch alone, staring down at the gold bracelet on his wrist, until a long shadow suddenly covered the light of the candle in front of him, as if he had noticed What kind of breath, he suddenly lost his breath, he didn't dare to raise his head to look at people, but his slender fingers couldn't help shaking.

He didn't speak, and the people standing in front of him didn't speak, they just looked at him peacefully, without saying a word.

After an unknown amount of time, the visitor finally raised his hand and held his wrist tightly, the temperature of his palm was slightly warm.

Xiao Jingchu pursed his lips, and mist quickly formed in his eyes, but he didn't dare to raise his head to look at the person close at hand: "Will..."

Before he finished speaking, the black figure in front of him suddenly lowered, before he had time to see the expression on that handsome cheek, under the flickering light of the candle, the familiar smell of sandalwood came to his nostrils, Xiao Jingchu's mind went blank, and he subconsciously turned back. Hugging him, murmured: "...Chengxi..."

"I'm sorry." Murong Chui hugged the person in his arms tightly, and tried his best to embed him in his arms, as if he was afraid that he would disappear again. After another moment of silence, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's been so many years When you were leaving, I knew I

I...I have long thought about you, and, in fact, that love is not intentional..."

"It's not your fault." The person lying in his arms closed his eyes and forced himself to suppress the tears from falling, but a smile was already on the corner of his lips, "It's me... I'm so scared... I'm afraid that you will I left because I was afraid that you would not be happy, that I was not worthy of you due to my humble status, and that I was so afraid that I didn't even dare to grab your fingers..."

"Mother and father have already agreed to let us get married... In the future, don't talk about leaving again."

The night was dark, the candles in the house were flickering, and the moonlight cast from outside the curtain released a warm bright color.

"I know..." In the faint light and shadow, the clear and hoarse voice promised word by word, "I will stay by your side and never leave..."

A low voice sounded, and then slowly disappeared between the lips that were touching: "Forever?"

"forever……"

[Extra story? Live without leaving? End]

Tanabata Special Tanabata Special

A bowl of clear water with smooth waves, a few pink petals floating on the clear water, illuminated by candlelight and moonlight, with the breeze outside the window, the projection at the bottom of the bowl will change into different shapes.

This is an ancient custom called "Qi Qiao" in ancient times.

Jiang Luoyu patted the bone fan in his palm and watched Zhuyue running around the room. After running around for half a day, when he was sweating profusely, he couldn't help showing a slight smile, and suddenly said: "There will be a day in this county palace. Clean twice, if you want to find begging spiders, don't look here, go to the flowers outside to look for it."

Hearing the words every month, he paused, suddenly realized that he patted himself on the head, and responded with a smile: "What the son said is true, he is still smart!"

Jiang Luoyu watched helplessly as she went out to look for spiders, and her eyes fell on the smiling person behind her: "Mian Xing, look at her clumsy appearance, go and help her."

"Yes, son."

Looking at the two of them from a distance looking for spiders for begging for cleverness in the grass and flowers, a black shadow fell beside Jiang Luoyu after a while, and raised his hand to salute: "My lord, the calamus flowers, moon cakes and other things in the courtyard It has been placed, and Kuixing's spiritual seat has also been erected, please put on the first injection of incense first."

On the Qixi Festival, women beg for cleverness and men worship gods.

Kuixing is a star of Wenqu, and it is said that if you worship Kuixing sincerely, you will be named on the gold list in the coming year.

Although Jiang Luoyu didn't believe this, he also bowed down and bowed three times. As soon as he inserted the incense stick into the incense burner, he heard cheers not far away: "I found it, I found the spider!"

Jiang Luoyu straightened up, glanced at the maidservants around him, and saw that they were enviously looking at Mianxing and Zhuyue.

Looking back, the smile on the corners of his lips widened, and he suddenly said loudly: "Go and play with Zhuyue, you don't have to revolve around me."

Many maidservants immediately smiled joyfully when they heard the master's approval, and said, "Thank you, my lord."

"Where, where are the spiders..."

"Put the spider in a small box later, and we'll beg for cleverness..."

"Sister Zhuyue, look at that, is it a spider?"

Seeing them laughing and walking away, they joined Sleeping Star and Zhuyue in a short while, chattering like birds about how to catch spiders, and walking back and forth among the flowers like butterflies.

Jiang Luoyu looked at it for a moment, motioned for everyone around him to back down, and walked towards the silent corridor deep in the courtyard alone, but before he could take a few steps, a very soft, very light sound suddenly sounded in his ears. The sound of footsteps, looking up, in the darkness of the corridor not far away, a person is stepping on the moonlight, blowing flowers and willows.

When the man walked in slowly, one could clearly see that the man's black sleeves were covered with lily patterns woven with flowing golden silk, his long dark purple boots stomped on the ground almost silently, and the black hair on his black hair The jade crown and beads glowed under the moonlight, her face was like a pure white sculpture floating in the darkness, her eyes were dark and deep, her thin red lips were slightly curved, she was as handsome and flawless as a god descending from the earth.

"How did you come?"

Seeing him approaching for a while, Jiang Luoyu finally regained his composure, with a look of surprise in his eyes

, lowered his voice and asked.

The man stopped walking, and his voice was like the knocking of Lingling jade: "Today is Qixi Festival."

"But you shouldn't be here right now." Jiang Luoyu raised the corners of her lips, and couldn't help but raise her hand to touch the man's picturesque eyebrows and eyes, her movements were intimate and natural, "You should have been here for a long, long time. by my side."

The visitor took another step forward, clenched his hand with his slender fingers, his handsome face was even more thrilling in the half-light, but there was a bit of helplessness in his words: "You and I should thank Concubine Ru and Concubine Rong, if it weren't for them Rizai wants to see me in front of the author, I'm afraid I can't show up at this time."

Jiang Luoyu raised his eyebrows with great interest: "Because you are Bai Minyu from V587?"

The visitor was silent for a moment.

"Probably so."

"How long can I stay?"

"I don't know." The visitor shook his head, took out a box from his sleeve, and put it in his palm, "Maybe in an hour, maybe until dawn, if another me comes, I will have to leave. "

Jiang Luoyu clenched the box tightly, but did not open it right away. Seeing that he was silent after a while, the visitor wanted to speak, but a red figure not far away ran over at this moment, and his laughter was as sweet as a silver bell : "My lord, look at my spider, it's still a red spider!"

Glancing at the small box opened in Zhuyue's hand, and the little spider spinning its web inside, Jiang Luoyu echoed with a smile: "En

,very nice. "

Hearing his praise every month, Zhuyue couldn't help but bend his eyes. He wanted to take the box and leave, but his eyes accidentally saw the man standing beside Jiang Luoyu, who could be said to be peerless, his eyes widened immediately, and a smile appeared on his face. There were a few traces of red, and the voice was softer than before, obviously a little shy: "My lord, this is..."

Seeing that she was fascinated by the people around her, Jiang Luoyu couldn't help but glanced at the person, and hummed in a low voice, "You don't need to wait here, go and beg for a cleverness."

Zhuyue nodded, but her feet were a little dawdling, she kept peeking at that person while holding the box, until the person suddenly raised his head, completely exposed his face to the moonlight, and glanced at her coldly, Zhuyue Suddenly her whole body froze, and an indescribable coldness emerged from those deep eyes. The strong blood and killing intent immediately turned her face pale, she didn't dare to look any more, turned around and stumbled away.

When the sound of her footsteps faded away, the visitor blinked, and the corners of his lips curled up again.

"You even eat the vinegar of the month?"

Jiang Luoyu glanced at him, with a smile that was not a smile: "With your current appearance, you really can't slack off wherever you go."

The visitor sighed deeply, suddenly put his arm around his waist, leaned down and quickly kissed him on the lips, and then stepped back a few steps, motioning him to look outside the garden not far away. Joyo, the white shadow coming towards this side, said softly: "He's here, I should go."

Jiang Luoyu raised his hand and pressed the corner of his lips, and after a long time smiled: "Take care."

"You are." The visitor looked at the white-clothed man approaching in the distance, his figure slowly disappeared in the darkness, as if he had gone to some other place, and his voice became farther and farther away, "At least I can help you there." , now the author's procrastination disease relapses, but I can only let you clean it up alone, so be careful."

Jiang Luoyu smiled noncommittally: "Furthermore, even I will start to envy myself."

Before the words fell, the black figure had completely dissolved in the darkness, and there was no trace of it disappearing. Jiang Luoyu looked at the approaching white figure from a distance, and saw that the white figure was being held After the small box was blocked by Yueyue, he suddenly turned sideways and spoke to a sneaky figure in the dark.

"Why are you hiding? Everyone is gone, you don't want to come out and see me?"

As soon as his words came out, the author, who was hiding in the dark and peeking at the meeting of the two, froze, turned his head and said awkwardly: "Well, ahem... I just went to change clothes, shouldn't I change now?"

Jiang Luoyu glanced at her up and down, saw that she was wearing a messy hip-hop outfit, recalled the maid outfit she was wearing among the bunch of maids just now, and couldn't help shaking her head helplessly: "Whatever clothes you wear, I don't care what you wear. Is it the same look—what do I think, or does your original look look better?"

As soon as the author's eyes lit up, he turned around and was about to run away: "Really? Then I'll change it back."

"Wait." This time, Jiang Luoyu quickly grabbed the author's arm without waiting for the author to move, and took out a lacquer plate as if by magic, on which were placed a jug and two wine glasses. The faint fragrance of pear blossom liquor wafted, "Since you're here, drink a glass of water and wine before leaving."

Under the moonlight, the author tremblingly picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with the smiling Jiang Luoyu.

"That... Happy Chinese Valentine's Day."

"Happy Tanabata."

Training

When spring comes again, the pear blossoms planted by the Lord Hu Guo on the side of the road in Dajin Inner City have already grown into beautiful trees covered with buds. The green and white petals are falling one after another, and there is a faint fragrance

In front of the long corridor was an open space, in which stood three teenagers about eleven or twelve years old, two of them looked older, and their faces were somewhat similar, like a pair of twins, with only one expression Indifferent and calm, one can clearly distinguish the other with a slight smile. The remaining boy is still young and not very tall. But it kept spinning, as if thinking of some ghost idea.

The three boys stood obediently in place, and after waiting for a while, they saw a familiar lavender figure appearing at the corner not far away. The youngest boy among them suddenly looked solemn, and the smiling boy turned his face Putting back the folding fan in his hand, he stood with his head bowed respectfully. The boy who had been expressionless remained motionless, as if he didn't notice the movements of the two younger brothers beside him.

Just as the three of them stood upright, the lavender figure gradually approached, and in a blink of an eye, they walked to the grass under the corridor where the sun was shining and white pear blossom petals were floating, followed by the two double attendants. Putting down the prepared soft chair, he carefully supported the person who was wearing a lavender loose gown with a slightly protruding belly to sit down, and just stood on both sides with his head bowed respectfully.

"The child has seen his mother and father!"

"You don't need to be too polite, just get up."

The visitor has a beautiful and dignified face, his black jade-like pupils are illuminated by the sun, no signs of age can be seen on his face, and he is still unbelievably beautiful, not to mention the mother and father of three children. Sliding past the expressions of the youngsters in front of him, a smile appeared on his thin lips: "Every month is the end of the month when you are being tested. As usual, we will first discuss martial arts and then talk about literature and scriptures. From Chui'er to Lian'er, no one can be lazy and play tricks , got it?"

Facing the purple-clothed man, the three teenagers all responded respectfully in low voices. Only the youngest boy looked a little smart. He couldn't help but look curiously at the purple-clothed man's protruding belly under the loose hem until he was caught by the man in purple. The black jade-like eyes with a slight smile and helplessness glared, and then stuck out his tongue and lowered his face: "I would like to follow the teachings of my mother and father!"

Duke Hu Guo inherited the title of God of the Great Jin Army and became the No. [-] military general of the Great Jin in name, and the years of fighting on the battlefield proved that the emperor's imperial decree was correct, even though Xiao Yun and Murong Hao had no blood relationship on the surface However, judging from the record of victorious battles in all battles, it has always been worthy of this title.

Therefore, as the son of the protector of the country, he naturally values ​​martial arts more than literature.

Watching the two servants on both sides put the tables and cases, and then brought the weapon rack over, the man in purple raised his hand to signal that he would only take the wooden sword, and the maid Shao Yao who was serving beside him immediately understood what he meant, and took a step forward with both hands Holding two wooden swords, he was about to hand them over to Murong Chui, who was standing on the far left, and Murong Chang, who was beside him. The youngest Murong Lian, as if he couldn't wait any longer, ran to the twin elder brothers as fast as he stepped on his tail. Raising his hand, he grabbed the hilt of the sword and ran to the other side, raising his chin with a triumphant look.

"Since we're talking about martial arts, then I'll ask my elder brother first!"

Murong Chang never guarded against him snatching the sword, so he let go of his hands helplessly and glanced at the elder brother beside him, but he didn't take it seriously, so he turned around and sat at the table, bowed to the man in purple, and then sat down and took a teacup to rest Watching the battle, Murong Chui frowned slightly, and after a while, he took a sword flower and walked to the opposite side of his younger brother, telling him in a deep voice, "Be careful."

Among the three, Murong Chui was the oldest. He was born with the same physique as his father, and he was the first to start practicing kung fu. He was originally frail at the age of six.

The little brother who has been ill before can hardly compare with his elder brother in terms of internal strength. If it is common sense, he can't fight even if he fights his life. I don't know why the youngest son always likes to fight with his elder brother first...

Seeing this scene, the man in purple who was sitting not far away couldn't help shaking his head slightly, but Murong Lian had already clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, with a sly smile on the corner of his lips, and dishonest eyeballs again. Turning around, a gleam of light flashed in those big dark eyes.

"Little brother knows, and I want big brother to be merciful..."

Before the words finished, the man in purple moved his fingers lightly, Murong Chang who was sitting not far from him gave a low cry, Murong Chui reacted faster than the two of them, raised his wrist to stop the younger brother in front of him before he could finish speaking, He suddenly made a sneak attack with the sword, with one hand behind his back with leeway, even if the younger brother actually made the sword move in a tricky direction, he still appeared to be able to do it with ease.

Looking at this scene, Murong Chang immediately put down the teacup in his hand, and stood up nervously, staring closely at the scene where his elder brother and younger brother were fighting swords. His smile deepened a bit, but his eyes also looked in the same direction with a bit of gleam.

The two teenagers have cultivated a bit of internal strength, but they are not too deep. Murong Chui is bigger than Murong Lian, and his physical foundation is much better, so before the time for burning incense, he still does not blush or breathe He and his younger brother said hello, but Murong Lian couldn't help but gasped for breath, and the sword in his hand dangled a little.

Seeing the weaker brother struggling, Murong Chui, as the elder brother, couldn't bear it. The sword in his hand subconsciously paused for a moment, and when he was about to say something, Murong Lian, who had been carefully observing his brother's every move, caught the gap. Suddenly, the sword turned and hit Murong Chui on the shoulder, and then he took a step back with a smile and cupped his hands.

"Brother, younger brother accepts!"

Murong Chui was hit on the shoulder suddenly, subconsciously wanted to fight back, but instantly remembered that the person standing in front of him was his younger brother, his arm moved slightly but did not move again, there was a hint of helplessness on that delicate and handsome face, but he did not feel sorry for himself. Instead of refuting anything, he simply surrendered, obviously admitting defeat and not intending to argue anymore.

The man in purple sat quietly at the side, seeing this scene clearly, his eyebrows frowned slightly immediately, he lowered his eyebrows to signal the two attendants behind him to step forward, and when he saw the two attendants take back the wooden sword in Murong Chui's hands, he lowered his body to check again After touching Murong Chui's shoulder that was hit, he turned his head and shook his head at him, only then did a faint smile appear on the corner of his lips again.

"Chui'er is careless in this battle, Lian'er is indeed naked." Although the purple-clothed man's smile was light, there was a soft look in his eyes, knowing that his youngest son's subordinates did not hurt Murong Chui, he could not help but stare at Gu Ling again with some helplessness The eccentric youngest son glanced at him, but instead waved to the eldest son who was standing there like a sword, "Chui'er, come and stand beside mother and father."

Murong Chui's face didn't change when he heard the words, obviously he didn't care about Cai Cai's victory or defeat just now, after passing by the twin brothers who had just received the wooden sword, he sat down on the other side where Cai Cai's younger brother had just sat , took the teacup handed over by the man in purple with both hands, let the dense mist blur, even though he ended up, he still looked seriously into the eyes of the two younger brothers.

Regardless of the fact that Murong Chui and the purple-clothed man cast their gazes at the same time at the same time, Murong Lian, who has just won two consecutive battles, is obviously a little tired, but his spirit is very excited because he just defeated his elder brother, he clenched the wooden sword in his hand and looked at the corner of his lips The twin elder brother with a faint smile showed a mouthful of white teeth.

"Second brother, remember to be merciful!"

Before he could finish speaking, he attacked again before he could finish speaking. Although Murong Chang was not as powerful as his elder brother, he was better than his thin body and quick reaction. The younger brother's sword move is crooked, while carrying some

A narrow opening reminder.

"Little brother, those tricks of throwing energy and playing tricks are still useful against big brother, so you don't have to bring them in front of me."

As soon as Murong Lian heard this, he felt guilty, his already blushing face turned even redder, puffed up his cheeks and took the sword to poke it hard a few times but missed, finally he had no strength left, so he simply gave up Sitting on the grass with his buttocks, he rolled his eyes at Murong Chang's smiling gaze, and gasped, "...Okay, second brother, I admit defeat! Isn't it okay to admit defeat..."

Seeing the youngest son lying on the ground and not thinking about it, the man in purple lowered his head to hide a smile, and looked at the only one of the three children who was standing at this time, with a calm expression and a smile on his face, as if he had done nothing The over-looking Chang Shuang: "Chang'er, do you want to compete with Chui'er again?"

"Go back to mother and father, that's not necessary." Unexpectedly, before the man in purple finished speaking, Murong Chang had already handed the wooden sword to the maid beside him, shook his hand and sat back at the table, holding a cup of tea. Zhan raised his head and smiled, "Brother's skill is profound. If you don't measure it like younger brother, you will not be able to win at all. Why don't you just save this energy."

"In that case, let's all sit down and catch our breath."

Seeing that he had made a decision, the man in purple sat down again without hesitation, his eyes showed a little more appreciation, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the tired panting crawling and rolling over, and took two steps with support, Recklessly, he collapsed on the elder brother who had been "reckoned" to lose, and the younger son who was still breathing heavily with a red face, he couldn't help but shook his head with a secret smile.

"Bring warm milk and snacks, let them eat and rest."

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Murong Chui, who was being leaned on by him, did not move at all, obviously he was used to the younger brother's appearance, even if he was bumped by someone, the teacup in his hand did not show ripples, only when the man in purple said there was something to eat, Stretching out a finger to push the shoulders around him away a little, a look of helplessness flashed in his eyes.

Just when he started this movement, Murong Lian was already excited because of this sentence, and immediately slammed the table so that the cups and plates slammed, and the tea in front of him burst into a circle of water, which was quite a bit Tick-tick, but he himself didn't care at all, and his smile was so bright that he could hang the sun: "Thank you, mother and father! The child has been hungry for a long time, and I am waiting for my mother and father to give me some snacks!"

The man in purple had known the virtues of his youngest son long ago, and blinked his eyes at the dazzling smile, raised his chin with his forehead to the two servants who were holding the porcelain plates, but never forgot to whisper: "Chang'er, that plate Add some fine sugar to the milk, don't put flowers and desserts in Chui'er's place, put the rest in front of Lian'er^"

Before the words were finished, the three children had each occupied a table. Murong Chui's expression was all indifferent, sitting upright and drinking milk without saying a word, while Murong Chang lowered his head and stirred the floating petals with a small silver spoon. Then he stuffed the snack into his mouth without raising his head, and after eating a few pieces, he let out a long breath and started gurgling milk again.

The man in purple sat on the top and looked at them for a while. When Murong Lian finally showed a relaxed expression and collapsed on the table as if he had no bones, Fang shook his head helplessly and asked, "Tell me, During this period of time following the Taifu, what have you learned?"

Murong Chang was looking at his younger brother with his arms outstretched, when he heard this, he turned around slightly, bowed his hands to the man in purple above him, and said with a smile: "Go back to mother and father, my child has learned "Fa Lun" and "Qi Strategies". "."

When Murong Lian heard the elder brother's words, he immediately turned his face towards him. The already big Li Pai's eyes widened, and he quickly interjected: "Mother and father, my son likes "Fantastic Strategies" as much as my second brother, and I have read a lot of them." A book written by a great Confucianist!"

The man in purple nodded, his gaze softly swept over the two of them, and looked at the silent young man in black: "Where's Chui'er?"

Hearing the words, the young man in Xuanyi turned his body slightly, and responded respectfully: "Mother and father, my son has read all these books, but he doesn't like the limitations of Confucianism, he likes Taoism the most."

"Chui'er actually likes Taoism?" Hearing him say the word Taoism, the man in purple was a little surprised at first, but the smile on his lips deepened, and he nodded his youngest son and Chang Shuang sitting opposite him with his fingertips, "Indeed It's beyond your parents' expectations, and your parents thought you would be like your younger brother, who would like books written by great Confucianists."

The young man in Xuanyi heard his words with a smile, but he didn't think it was a joke. Instead, his face darkened slightly, and his eyes drooped: "It's the child who is incompetent."

Seeing that he was cramped, the man in purple sighed softly, waved his hands and said in a deep voice, "You don't need to blame yourself, but everyone has their own love, just remember that as the eldest son, you must put the clan first."

The young man in Xuanyi bit his lips, and replied word by word: "My child will follow the teachings of mother and father."

"Apart from homework, do you have any miscellaneous books?"

The spring breeze brought petals to fall on the purple clothes, but the person in the purple clothes didn't care. His slender fingers subconsciously caressed his lower abdomen, and then leaned on the chair handle again, squinting his eyes and sweeping his head down with a smile. three teenagers.

After the words fell, there was a moment of silence at first, but this time it was Murong Chui who calmed down and spoke hoarsely: "Return to mother.

Father, the child has read "The Legend of the Ranger". "

Hearing this, Murong Chang glanced nervously at the man in purple, and he seemed to have nothing to dissatisfy with.