Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

On the other hand, although he was given the supreme status, he was actually not as in love with Murong Hao as he was for you. Later, he finally untied his heart knot, but there were only constant calculations and hurts... I was the one who broke the vow first, and now it's like this day after day Only by waiting day and night can I feel a little peace of mind. "

Jiang Luoyu listened to what he said, and her expression was very calm, so she felt relieved a little: "Uncle, don't worry too much. Uncle is old after all, so be careful not to damage your body... If there is a Uncle Ri is able to wake up, but he probably doesn’t want to see your face, let alone your sadness..."

"What you said is true, and I listen to what you say." The man in Tsing Yi nodded with a smile on his face, but when he turned around, he saw Jiang Luoyu beside him showing some hesitation. After thinking for a moment, he opened his mouth leisurely, " Normally you don't come here in person, but this time, you want to tell me about Rong'er?"

Jiang Luoyu was disturbed, and immediately relaxed, and took a step forward to calm his expression: "Uncle knows that the princess is different from uncle after all, her identity... can't stay here for a long time, and can only come here every month See uncle once... If uncle is really reluctant, do you want to..."

"No need." Hearing this, the person in Tsing Yi knew that it was a matter of the identity of a little girl, and immediately replied without hesitation, "Rong'er is still young. She doesn't know what she should choose for many things... After all, we can always see each other." Well, let's wait until she grows up, if she likes to marry into a commoner family, let her follow us all the time, but if she falls in love with someone from a famous family, why not keep this title... "

Jiang Luoyu twirled her fingers, and felt that this was the most appropriate way, so she responded with a smile: "Uncle said so."

When the sun was approaching, the little girl who was still reluctant to part with her father finally got into the carriage under Jiang Luoyu's leadership. Her big bright eyes were full of mist, but her voice was still as clear and sweet as silver bells. As he walked further and further away, he persisted in waving in the direction where the man in Tsing Yi was standing.

"Father, Rong'er is gone!"

Seeing his daughter still trying his best to wave goodbye, the smile on the face of the man in Tsing Yi deepened, and he raised his voice and said: "After you go back, listen to your brothers obediently, you know?"

When the little girl got her father's response, her face that was about to cry changed immediately, and her little mouth changed from pouting to curling up: "Rong'er knows! Rong'er will be good!"

The man in Tsing Yi watched the carriage disappear from sight, and then slowly dissipated the smile on his face, turned around and walked towards the closed wooden door, gently lifted the layers of light-colored curtains with his fingers, and sat down slowly. Standing beside the bed, slender fingers caressed that person's warm cheeks, with a gentle look and a bit of nostalgia, lowered his voice and said softly: "Rong'er left today, and you haven't seen him, just wait until next time... "

The night was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, the lights in the house dimmed, and the sound of pattering rain gradually came. The man in Tsing Yi, who was hugging the man, woke up suddenly, but he felt a spreading coldness in his hands, which made him unbelievable. He lowered his head and stared fixedly at the corner of the man's lips that was still smiling, his eyes filled with endless pain and despair.

"No... Qing'er..."

After waiting for so many years, waiting for so many years, and entangled for so many years, is it still... the result?

He murmured and called out, the pain was unbearable for an instant, he could only touch the cold lips of the man in vain, until his eyes turned into darkness, and the bloody smell gradually spread from his lips, as if he followed the man for a while. As if dying, he fell into the endless abyss ignorantly, hot tears slid down the corners of his eyes, and no sound was heard anymore.

click.

The glare of the sun hit his eyelids directly, making his vision as red as blood at the moment.

Struggling out from the deepest darkness, he gasped and coughed violently, bowed his body as if he was about to spit out something, his face was ugly and unhuman, his fingers subconsciously grabbed the bed curtain beside him, and finally calmed down a little. Suppressing the sweet taste of blood between the lips and tongue--

For so many years that that person has been sleeping, he has almost gotten used to having such nightmares every once in a while.

After finally waking up from his sleep, he subconsciously turned his head back, trying to feel for the person who was still asleep, but to his surprise, this time his hand trembled and stretched out, but he never touched the familiar temperature .

Turning around in a panic, she suddenly lifted the brocade quilt, and her eyes instantly contracted to a point.

Not knowing how to stumble out of the door, his eyes frightened and wandered around in a daze, but at the moment when he stepped into the sun, the familiar figure at the end of his eyes made his heart burst. It danced until that person seemed to have sensed something, and slowly let go of the blooming snow-colored flower in front of him, and turned around very slowly.

"Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when it blooms."

Under the hot and dazzling sun, the colorful peonies swayed with the wind, and the person standing in the middle of the flowers was looking at him fixedly, tears had already flowed down his cheeks, but the smile on his lips was ten thousand times more beautiful than the flowers.

"Isn't that right, Jin?"

This life is not over yet.

However, the lament that lingered for half a lifetime was finally mixed with a rich fragrance, which was completely blown away by the wind.

[Extra story? Uya Elegy? End]

Extra Story Returning from Luoshui 【Sacrifice Thousands】

[-]. Drizzle Dreaming Far Away

In the late autumn, the outer city of the imperial capital was pitch-black, and a drizzle of cold rain gradually seeped into the slippery bluestone slabs, attracting gusts of howling wind with drizzle of rain.

The cold pattering rain streaked across the withered yellow grass, spread into the gaps between the green bricks under the feet, and the open window lattices rattled. Wet from the rain that drifted in, he still stared blankly at the gray-blue sky outside the window as if he hadn't noticed anything, the look in his eyes was almost completely covered by the darkness, and there was a bit of melancholy and sadness on his delicate face. Liansi, but was awakened by the clear boy's voice behind him in the next moment.

"Father, what's wrong with you?"

Hearing this call, the person sitting in front of the window moved his body, only to realize that because he was fascinated, he didn't know how to avoid the rain, his body was half wet, and he was even more stiff and sore.

"It's okay, I just saw God."

Although he couldn't help the pain in his body, his expression was extremely soft. He obviously didn't want others to notice that something was wrong with him, so he just looked back at the boy who called him about six or seven years old with a cute and beautiful face, and raised his hand to stroke the top of his hair , softly said, "It's getting late, go to bed quickly, and be careful not to catch a cold."

The boy did not move immediately after hearing the comfort of his mother and father, but watched the person in front of him close the window, and took out a piece of wood from under the table, obviously preparing to carve next time, the beautiful little face Be a little more serious: "Since it's getting late, mother and father should stop working, and sleep with Xuan'er, okay?"

Seeing the seriousness of the child's seriousness, the man's pair also followed suit, and he clenched the wood in his hands and replied softly: "Xuan'er, this is the wood carving that the couple ordered from the mother and father a few days ago. Father has been resting for a few days because he is not feeling well, if the carving is not completed today, tomorrow the couple will come to pick up the wood carving, but they will see the unfinished wood, wouldn't it be that the mother and father have broken their promise?"

Hearing him mentioning the words of breaking promises, the pretty boy knew it was wrong, but he really cared about the person in front of him, so he hesitated for a moment: "But mother and father..."

"Good boy, don't talk anymore." Seeing the child hesitated, the boy's eyes softened a bit, he lowered his head and kissed the boy's forehead lightly to comfort him, and urged in a low voice, "Mother and father have their own measure." , you go to sleep quickly."

The boy was persuaded by the adult in front of him for a while, and then reluctantly moved his steps, but those dark eyes were still staring at him. Although he made a compromise, his mind did not change: "Then mother and father... Xuan'er is waiting on the bed for mother and father to finish their work...otherwise... Xuan'er won't go to sleep."

Seeing the child's unwavering expression and a face similar to that of the person in his memory, the male couple couldn't help but hold their breath for a moment, a layer of watery light appeared in their eyes, and they quickly lowered their eyelashes to cover it up, There was a very faint smile on the corner of his lips, and his whole face immediately became lively, he nodded and said softly: "Okay, it's all up to you."

After watching the child go to bed and put on the quilt, Nanshuang lowered his head, moved the bright candle, and carefully carved the wooden block in his palm. Not long after he carved, his expression suddenly changed, and he half-finished it in his hand. He put down his things, got up and walked to the bed, raised his hand and raised the washed white curtain, and looked down at the child on the wooden bed who said he was going to wait, but after all, because of his young age, he couldn't bear the drowsiness of the child who was already asleep.

He looked at it quietly for a while, then bent down to tuck the quilt for the child carefully, and kissed the child's forehead again.

"...Xuan'er...a good child of my mother and father..."

Putting down the cloth curtain that had been bought and used as a bed curtain with great difficulty on both sides, Mi Qianqian gasped heavily for the full light from the outside, and raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat that had never fallen on her forehead. The skin on his skin was painful like a needle prick, and he knew that it was because he was careless just now and let the old injury soak in the rain. At this time, the old disease must be relapsed.

He staggered while leaning on the wall and walked to the cabinet next to the table. He took out the cloth bag with silver needles inside with shaking fingers. Dispersed, about half an hour later, he put away the silver needle a little tiredly, sat back at the table and lowered his head to carve wood.

seven years.

Seven years had passed since he parted from that man.

A year ago, he came to the imperial capital after a lot of hardships. He was hesitant to meet that person, but knowing that he was not a member of the four major families, it would be difficult to enter the inner city. With the child, he was overwhelmed by a thousand emotions for a while, so he simply found a living and rented this hut, but he no longer easily diagnosed patients, but made a living by carving wood carvings.

In the past few months, his wood carvings have finally become famous in the imperial capital, and the life of him and his children is not too difficult...

Thinking of this, his hand paused, almost breaking the wood carving in the palm of his hand. At least he stabilized his wrist and carved the last point patiently. Then he blew out the candle and placed the wood carving on the table. I plan to give it to the couple who ordered it tomorrow.

Because he had lowered his head and carved wood carvings for several hours, the sky was already a little pale at this time, and it was obvious that the sky was about to light up, and the pain on his body gradually eased because the sound of rain outside the window stopped.

Supporting the table and standing up, Mi Qianqian walked to the bed again, staring blankly at the torn window paper on the window frame, then lowered her face, slightly raised her hand, and looked at the window in the dim light outside the window. Seeing that compared with seven years ago, he has never touched any medicinal materials, but instead is full of palms that have done all kinds of rough work.

Seven years ago, the agreed time had come, and he had to leave.

However, before he left, he couldn't bear to see his beloved die when he didn't know it. For a moment, he couldn't make a choice. In the end, he turned the life-sustaining medicine that accompanied each generation of Mi's sons into his body. He tried to give the life-continuing pill to that person, but that person's body was already as weak as dying, so he had no choice but to use himself as a medicine to lure him, and have a good night with that person to extend his life.

On the second day, he looked at the burning incense on the table, but he didn't dare to look at it again in the twilight morning light. Enduring the pain all over his body, he staggered into his clothes and left the inner city with his parcel. Two months later Then he returned to the Mi family.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he returned to the Mi family, his mother and father, the last generation's holy son of the Mi family, wanted him to marry the patriarch's son immediately so that he would give birth to the next holy son!

He panicked when he heard the news, no matter how much he pleaded, his mother and father could not change their mind. Instead, he was arrested and imprisoned in the hut by several twins in the clan. One step at a time—until he suddenly suffered from abdominal pain a month later, and the mother and father who heard the news diagnosed the child in his womb.

The holy son of the Mi family only married the inner clan.

Even though the Mi family has been avoiding the court country for so many years, the rest of the clan can also intermarry with foreign clans. The holy descendants of the Mi clan circulate in the clan from generation to generation. At the age of one, he will marry someone in the clan and give birth to the next holy son to succeed him.

Only Mi Qianqian, as the holy son of this generation, not only never married anyone from within the clan, but also had children with people from outside the clan. The holy sons of all dynasties were passed down to one person, and they could not be changed unless there was a major event of death within the clan. As soon as Mi Qianqian's move broke out in the clan, the elders of the Mi clan didn't know how to make a decision for a while.

So after discovering that Mi Qianqian had been sitting in the palace for two months, the previous generation of Mi's sons entered the prison, brought a bowl of pitch black concoction in his hand, and asked Mi Qianqian to kill the child, and immediately marry the patriarch's son.

Thinking of those things back then, Mi Qianqian, who was sitting by the window, shook her body and hugged her arms, her eyes seemed to have a faint look of fear, and she exhaled slowly after a long time, looked at the small figure behind the fallen bed curtain, and murmured He murmured: "...Xuan'er...Zhao.....?

He closed his eyes with a wry smile, and clenched his fingers tightly. It seemed that he was hiding in the corner of the room, trying his best to avoid the bowl of concoction, and knelt on the ground. Another plea.

"Mother and father...don't...I want to keep this child...even if I can't go out for the rest of my life, even if I have to be imprisoned for the rest of my life...just

Even if I give birth to him, he will die... I want this child too, I definitely want this child!Please don't take him... please...

"

His mother and father were gentle and elegant, and at this time they were also furious because of this matter, but after all, they were their own father and son. They hit him a few times with love and hatred, but they didn't force him anymore, they just pointed at him and reprimanded him repeatedly.

"In our Luoshui Mi Clan, every generation of the Holy Son will marry with the members of the clan, and will only sit in the palace for a lifetime to give birth to a twin, and that twin will be the next generation of the Holy Son. No Holy Son has ever betrayed the clan. There is an exception for giving birth to a child with a foreigner, but you... you dedicated your body to a foreigner! Not only did you have that person's child, but you even gave him the life continuation pill!"

"Qianqian knows... that her crime is unforgivable...but Qianqian has never regretted it..."

He knelt on the ground and lowered his head. There were only tears in front of his eyes, but when he thought of the person in his heart, he still felt soft and sore. He clenched his teeth and said firmly.

"I have never regretted meeting him, never regretted liking him, and never regretted sitting in the palace for him, and even gave him the life-extending pill... Qianqian begged his mother and father, that each generation of Ruomi's sons has only one chance to sit in the palace, The ones born must also be twins...the mother and father will wait until Qianqian gives birth to this twin, and then execute Qianqian according to the clan rules, so that this child will become the next holy son."

As long as he can keep the child... he is willing to do anything, anyway, he will never get out again in this life, if the child in his womb can survive, if he can meet him in the future, it will be regarded as his life's longing...

Seeing this, the former Holy Son standing in front of him was immediately heartbroken and angry, pointing at him for a moment and almost speechless: "You—you are so obsessed with no regrets!"

Two?

"Monster, this child is a monster from a foreign race! Kill him!"

"The Holy Son can only give birth to twins, and it must be because he is of a foreign race, so he is a monster just now!"

"Kill him! Burn him!"

"Kill him! Burn him!"

In the darkness where there was no light, only these ferocious voices echoed around. Those people approached step by step, and countless dark hands grabbed him, trying to pull the newborn baby away from his arms, but because of him Ruo Ruo's frantic movements, the silver needle in his hand and the poison in his hands made him temporarily deterred, but he never gave up.

He held the crying child in his arms tightly, only feeling heart-piercing pain.

"No... If you want to kill me, kill me! Who dares to touch my child! Go away, go away!"

He looked at the child in his arms trembling all over his body, brushed his bloody fingers over the eyebrows and eyes of the man in his dream, tears poured down like rain for a while, the pain was so painful that he couldn't speak, even though he could barely see or hear, he used up all his strength He tried his best to protect the child, but he didn't care about it at all. No matter whether it was poison or whipping that fell on his body, he refused to relax his arms a little.

Until a young and anxious voice suddenly pulled him out of the darkness!

"... Mom and Dad... Mom and Dad! Mom and Dad, wake up! Mom and Dad!"

Mi Qianqian suddenly opened her eyes, panted a few times, her eyes were blurred and unfocused, but when she raised her hand to touch her face, there were cold tears all over her face. Seeing this, the boy who was standing not far from him had a small face. His face was full of panic and fear, he quickly raised his hand to hug his arm, carefully raised his hand to wipe his tears, his mouth was flattened as if he was about to cry.

When the eyes that had been drifting away for a long time touched the boy's cheek, they suddenly gathered together. He hugged the child in his arms, and it took a long time to calm down the violent heartbeat caused by the nightmare of that year. After calming down slowly, he endured He kept bowing his head and kissed the hair of the child in his arms several times, calling out in a low voice, "Xuan'er..."

This is the child born in the palace for nearly ten months, but it is not the twins expected by the Luoshui Mi family, but a real boy.

In fact, when he gave birth to this child, he was already prepared to die, but what he didn't expect was that among the women sent by the Mi family to deliver the child, one of them was shocked when he saw that he gave birth to a boy. Turning pale, he called out the word "monster", and immediately after hearing the news, many clansmen who came here cursed at him and the child, and insisted on taking the child away from his arms!

The holy son in the clan can only give birth to twins, and some clansmen saw that his child was a boy, and with disgust in their eyes, they wanted to snatch the child from his arms and burn it to death.

That was the only child he had with his beloved, who was even more closely related to him!

How could he stand...someone wants to kill his own child!

He fell into a madness immediately, and wanted to kill those who wanted to kill his child at all costs. For a moment, no matter who tried to get close to him, he was injured, and even the previous generation of saints had no choice. , those people wanted not to give him food and water, and wanted to take the child from his arms while he was exhausted.

But he never sat still and waited for death, but at night he used the minimal martial arts taught to him by that man back then, knocked down the two guards, and escaped from the wooden house where he was imprisoned. However, he sneaked back into the house and took away his gold needles, some money and the poison that he had in his hand. Unexpectedly, when he packed up his things and was about to leave, he was found by the previous holy son who came back to check after he fled. Discover.

Now that the matter has reached such a point, the Mi family can't tolerate him and the child, but they are afraid that he will put all their eggs in one basket and hurt the members of the Mi family again. After discussion, at the plea of ​​the twins of the previous generation, they decided to whip Mi Qianqian. The two of them were thrown off the cliff together, life and death were decided by fate.

After hearing the treatment, he didn't resist. He went up the cliff with the child in his arms, and received a hundred lashes with his back to everyone. Hurt, gritted his teeth and sat on the edge of the cliff, and finally closed his eyes and plunged into the vast clouds.

"From now on, I will make a clean break with the Mi family, and I will never return to the family! Even if our father and son die together, it is my fate and the child's fate..."

Fortunately...his mother and father were not as cruel as they seemed, but quietly rescued him and the child with his father, built a thatched house for them under the cliff, and took care of the child carefully until the child was three years old At that time, he was finally able to walk on the ground, and when he was about to leave the cliff, his mother and father just hugged him and named his child...

The birth experience is extremely mysterious, it shouldn't be like this but it has to be like this...I don't know if it's a marriage or a sinful fate...

Mi Qianqian recalled what her parents said when she was parting back then, and couldn't help tightening her arms even more, feeling the soft and warm body in her arms, and her heart instantly settled down - when she left the cliff, her parents gave him His gold and silver needles allowed him to recuperate well, and he would not practice medicine outside in the future, so he took a little gold and silver to learn the craft of woodcarving. At the end of the day, he arrived in the capital of the Dajin Emperor.

He held the boy in his arms for a long time without moving, and the boy blinked his dark eyes. He didn't know why his mother and father were asleep on the table without going to bed, and kept crying, so he raised his head in doubt. Hugging Mi Qianqian back and forth: "Mother and father... what's wrong?"

After finally suppressing the memories of the past, Mi Qianqian straightened up and smiled again, tightened his little hands and stood up, while tidying up the things on the table that hadn't been cleaned up in time, she wanted to prepare the morning meal, the voice But he explained in a low voice: "It's okay, mother and father are fine... it's just that I was temporarily haunted by a dream..."

Hearing the words, the boy nodded half-understood. He didn't quite understand what Mi Qianqian meant, but he stopped asking curiously, and sat quietly waiting for his mother and father to finish the work done last night. The food was hot, and it was served together with the hot steamed buns that they had just bought, and the two ate together.

After breakfast, Mi Qianqian stuffed all the things she carved at home these days into her parcel, took the boy's hand and left the house, and walked towards the woodcarving shop in the front yard. The house is a small courtyard, divided into two rooms, the front and the back. The two rooms are not very big. He converted the front room into a shop, and the back room is where they usually live.

Before the sun was high, Mi Qianqian took off the door panel and put it aside. Just as she was about to arrange the wooden carvings she brought on it one by one, she heard buzzing discussions not far away. At first, he didn't pay attention to it, but when the couple who picked up the goods came, he walked out of the palace gate and walked to the street, he felt that the buzzing sound was a little clearer, he raised his eyes and saw that it was from the opposite side. In the restaurant, there was a group of diners dressed as scholars, chatting in low voices while sitting and drinking tea.

He gave the wood carving in his hand to the couple and collected the money. He wanted to turn around and go back to the shop, but before he could take a few steps, he keenly heard the word "Murong" in the conversation between those people. Suddenly, my heart trembled, and I subconsciously moved my footsteps towards that side, leaning against the wall outside the restaurant, listening to them silently.

The few scholars who were talking in a low voice were all dressed in poor clothes. Recalling that these days are just around the corner for the Jinwen Examination, he knew that most of them were from other places or locals preparing for the exam. Thinking of this, he became more and more confused Breathe lightly, and listen to them with bated breath.

discussion.

"Hey, was there someone galloping horses in the imperial capital last night? I heard the noise was loud. I was about to fall asleep, but I was woken up by the sound of galloping horses!"

"I heard that it seemed to be a battle report from the border gate. I quietly opened the window and took a look. It seemed to be... It seemed to be a protective letter...

... "

"For the words of protection, that's the semaphore of Duke Hu! So Duke Hu must have won the battle again!"

"Speaking of the Duke Hu, I think of the Murong family. It's strange to say it. Originally, the Duke Hu was the eldest son of the Murong family. Why did the family suddenly separate? Could it be that the Duke Hu and his eldest son What is the gap between the younger brother of the second son?!"

"Who knows about the famous family, I can't figure it out, but I think it probably has something to do with it..."

"I don't think it has anything to do with it. Isn't the Murong family a family of civil servants? I'm afraid that Duke Hu is taboo because he is a general. That's why... a few days ago I was still studying, and after I passed the exam , other families in the court are fine, I will definitely be Murong's staff!"

"Brother Tian, ​​it's not easy to be the Murong Clan's staff!"

"Yeah, speaking of the Murong family, the original Prime Minister Murong is already old, leaving behind the young Deputy Prime Minister Murong. He has a weak temper and never likes to recruit his staff. It is very difficult for you to be his staff!"

"Speaking of weak temper, Deputy Prime Minister Murong is almost in his thirties. In the huge imperial capital, there is not a single woman or twin who is attractive to him, but he is different from the Duke Protector who regards the king as his life. You have three sons under your knees, could it be that there is something wrong with Vice Minister Murong's body, and if there is no child in the future, you will want to adopt your elder brother's child?"

"Hahaha, what are you talking about..."

"Don't talk, don't talk, I'm going back to study..."

Hearing the news about Murong Hao's separation, about the rumors about Murong Ji and Murong Hao being dirty, a trace of ridicule flashed in Mi Qianqian's eyes. He has been in the Murong Mansion for several years, and he knows the relationship between Murong Ji and Murong Hao best. The brotherhood between them is even clearer, and Jiang Luoyu, who has always done everything well and always took care of the younger brother, is among them. The separation of the Murong family is definitely not the reason these people imagined, but he can't think of anything deeper, so he can only continue to listen. ——

It wasn't until those people suddenly brought up the matter that Murong Ji was nearly thirty years old but had never married a wife, and even suspected that he would adopt the child of Duke Huguo, that he suddenly lowered his eyes and suppressed his heart fluctuating because of these words. , quickly ran back towards his shop.

Just sitting in the shop in a daze and wandering mind, until it got dark and there were fewer people on the street, Mi Qianqian still stared at a place without knowing what he was thinking, until he followed him to look at the shop together. The boy turned his head in doubt, raised his hand and tugged at his sleeve, and asked crisply.

"Father, are there any wood carvings for sale today?"

Hearing the child's voice, Mi Qianqian woke up immediately, looked softly at the boy standing beside her, raised her hand and touched his head, knowing that because she was busy carving wood carvings these days, she couldn't How to accompany the child, he asked softly: "Why, Xuan'er wants to go out to play?"

Seeing the boy's eyes flash brightly, and he nodded in haste, Mi Qianqian stood up with a smile and took his hand, glanced outside, and said: "Okay, it's rare that I'm free and the weather is fine, home There is no more rice and noodles, so Mom and Dad will take you to buy them, just take a stroll along the way."

Three? I dare not look at the cover

The autumn colors are thick, and the sky becomes darker when the time comes, but this day is not too cold because there is no wind. On the wide streets, there are not many people who buy snacks, snacks, hairpins, and even sell vegetables, meat and eggs. One, not long after, there were two young men in black and white riding outfits, leading two chestnut horses slowly across the stone slab. Among them, the young man in black looked stern and handsome, and the young man in white and The face of the elder brother next to him is roughly similar, he is a little shorter, but there is always a gentle smile on his face.

"Brother is really old-fashioned. If you don't run a horse in the imperial capital, you will actually lead the horse. I'm a little tired."

Hearing a slight complaint in the words of the young man in white beside him, he still smiled lightly, but there was a bit more ridicule in the bottom of his words. The young man in black remained expressionless, took the rein from him in silence, and led the two horses by himself. go forward.

"...Brother, it's just a joke, why don't you take it seriously?" Seeing his unmoving appearance, the boy in white shook his head helplessly for a while, but he didn't grab the reins from his brother, but looked up at him as he walked. Looking at the sky, he said with a smile, "However, the weather has finally gotten better these few days, and it's almost boring to stay in the mansion all the time. It's a pity that the younger brother has been ill again for the past two days. Otherwise, we can take him out and enjoy ourselves like us. Maybe it can get better sooner.”

This time when his words came out, the boy in black moved his lips and burst out two words: "Not bad."

Seeing that he cherishes his words like gold, the young man in white couldn't help it. His thin lips curled up slightly and he stopped speaking, but his gaze suddenly fixed on the backs of one big and one small not far away, a little hesitant. Slowly stopped.

Not far from these two teenagers, the boy seemed to rarely go to the street, seeing everything was very fresh, pulling Mi Qianqian's sleeves and wandering from one stall to another, his eyes sparkled. An unusually bright light, but it is not like children of the same age who want everything they see. Instead, they tighten the sleeves of the people around them, and let their parents see what they find novel.

Until the two had walked a certain distance, they still walked down the street, so Mi Qianqian, who kept her back to the two boys, never noticed that a boy in white had been staring at his back for a long time. His brows were slightly wrinkled.

"This person's back... looks familiar..."

The black-clothed boy walked a few steps, and suddenly realized that the white-clothed boy hadn't followed, so he stopped immediately, his voice was clear and cold, as if there was still some chill in it: "Second brother?"

The boy in white looked back at his elder brother, took out a bone fan from his sleeve and hit his palm, pointed at the big and small backs, and reminded meaningfully: "Brother, wait a minute!" , look at the two over there."

The black-clothed boy looked in the direction he was pointing, and hesitantly flashed his brows after a while, and simply responded, "I seem to have known you before." The white-clothed boy curled his lips, and he felt familiar when he heard his elder brother talking about it. He knew that what he was thinking was not bad, but he still didn't have any impression in his mind, and his words became more distressed: "Exactly, the back of that person is a little familiar, and he couldn't remember for a while..."

Unexpectedly, before the words fell, the person he was pointing at with the bone fan turned around, smiled and lowered his body to caress the fine hair on the cheeks of the child who was holding him by his side. Being caught in the eyes of the two teenagers, the boy in black and the boy in white saw his face, and a look of surprise flashed across their eyes at the same time.

The young man in white was not as stable as his elder brother beside him. He blinked in astonishment, clenched the bone fan in his palm, held his breath and whispered, "Isn't this... the portraits in my uncle's room... that... Uncle Mi?!"

Walked around the market with the children, and bought two bowls of small wontons with the copper coins they earned today. The father and son laughed and ate for 100 years, and then went home slowly and locked the door, Mi Qianqian Sitting by the candlelight, he picked up a piece of wood again, and the boy sat there with his curious eyes wide open, watching his mother and father engraving. It wasn't until the night became darker that he couldn't see his fingers, and was pulled to the bed by his mother and covered him.

The quilt is fast asleep.

I don't know how long after that, the sound of shifting outside the window came. Mi Qianqian squinted her eyes and stood up, holding up the candlestick and just about to put down the half-carved wood carving in her hand, when she faintly heard a knock on the door from outside. Voice.

The night in late autumn was extremely quiet, and the sound of the wooden door creaking almost echoed infinitely in the dark street.

Mi Qianqian carefully protected the candlestick, closed the door tightly with her hand back, and walked to the front shop that had been closed for a long time, her heart was pounding with doubts and a little panic, it took a long time to calm down a little, and she lowered her head He whispered to the person who knocked on the door: "Who?

There was a moment of silence outside the door, and someone gave a low laugh, followed by a sigh: "It's me."

this voice...

Mi Qianqian clenched the candlestick tightly, her heart pounding. For a moment, she felt both familiar and strange, but suddenly she was in a trance. It took a long time before she remembered to put down the candlestick, lowered her body and opened the door. Dressed in dark purple women's doubles, and that almost unchanged beautiful face and black jade-like eyes.

"...Is...Neijun?"

"Long time no see." The visitor stared at him for a while, then nodded slowly as a promise, and a gentle smile gradually appeared on the corners of his lips, just like when we met for the first time, "Mr. Mi."

The moment Mi Qianqian opened the door to see the face of the person in front of her, the expression on Mi Qianqian's face did not change greatly, but the bottom of her heart was already full of turmoil, and it took a long time to calm down: "Mr. Nei...how did you find this place?"

"Speaking of it, it's thanks to the two children you delivered with your own hands."

Jiang Luoyu was welcomed into the house by him, first looked around the shop in front of him, as if remembering something, turned sideways to reveal the faces of the two similar-faced teenagers behind him, and the two teenagers were all changed In the moon-white brocade robe painted with silver, one face was handsome and indifferent, while the other had a smile very similar to that of Jiang Luoyu's cheek.

"Chui'er, Chang'er, please greet Mr. Mi."

Hearing the words of the mother and father in front of him, he confirmed that the person he saw this evening was indeed Mr. Mi, the miraculous doctor whom his uncle had missed for many years and who had raised them for a while when they were young. He saluted and said, "I've seen Uncle Mi!"

Seeing the two teenagers behind Jiang Luoyu, Mi Qianqian, who was originally in a low mood, was taken aback for a moment, but recalled in her mind those two cute Yuxue children who were delivered by him to protect them with her own hands, and she couldn't help being happy from the bottom of her heart. Get up, hurriedly came forward to help the two of them: "Young masters, please get up quickly!"

Jiang Luoyu saw him being affectionate to the two children, a soft light flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand and grabbed his wrist, signaling the other guards to wait outside, while he looked up and down carefully at the two children, as if Mi Qianqian didn't know what to do, she said with a smile on her lips, "Some things are hard to talk about outside...why, I haven't seen you for many years, Mr. Mi won't let me go in and talk about it in detail

What? "

Hearing what he said, Mi Qianqian immediately straightened up, obviously a little embarrassed: "It's Qianqian's omission... Nei Jun, and the two young masters... Please come in..."

Jiang Luoyu watched him turn around slowly, walking forward with a bit of hesitation in his brows and eyes, and knew that he definitely didn't want to let himself know something, and he was thinking of a reason for delaying at this moment—when he thought of this, he couldn't help but look back. He glanced at the two children following behind him, and after getting their nods of affirmation hastily, their jade-like pupils couldn't help flickering.

As expected, just as Mi Qianqian bravely walked a few steps, she immediately stopped in the courtyard. Just as she was about to tell the people behind her that she could talk here, she heard a creaking sound. When the door opened, a thin and small figure was standing by the door not far away, looking at the two children and Jiang Luoyu beside him with curious and wary eyes, calling to him in a low voice with doubts.

"...Mother and father?"

Autumn in the imperial capital is always unpredictable.

The day before was still clear and cloudless, but the next day it turned into a gloomy look, no light at all, and the dark clouds were pressed down layer by layer, as if it was going to rain again, making people breathless Not angry.

Just in the evening, in front of the gate of Murong Mansion in the inner city, the butler was preparing someone to close the gate, when he saw a carriage slowly approaching on the road not far away, and the sign of Chen Huahua on it immediately made the old man After a pause, he walked out quickly with a smile on his face, and saluted the two teenagers who got out of the carriage slowly parked in front of the door.

"Slave see Mr. Chui, Mr. Chang!"

Murong Chang, who was dressed in a light blue men's double shirt, had a slight smile on his lips, glanced at the silent elder brother and the person who was being helped down by the elder brother, and took a step forward: "Housekeeper, I wonder if uncle is at home at this time?"

The steward nodded hurriedly when he heard the words. He has served in the mansion for many years, and he knows that these two young masters are the elder brother of Murong Ji, the current head of the Murong family in the mansion.