little son-in-law

Nangong Jing heard the words deeply, a smile flashed in his eyes very quickly, he and Xiao Jin had already stood outside the door for a while, if he wanted him to believe that Xiao Jin chose this time to come in, it was not on purpose, not even him believe.

Nangong Qiuhu secretly pressed Rongxi's arm with his hand hidden in his wide sleeve, signaling to let him down.

Rong Xi didn't seem to feel it, but turned to Mo Nanjin with a smile and said, "Come to the room to eat." After speaking, regardless of Nangong Qiuhu's objection, he carried him directly to the room.

Nangong Qiuhu didn't want to lose his composure in front of the juniors, so he could only stare at Rong Xi fiercely in a direction Mo Nanjin couldn't see, and the coldness between his eyebrows and eyes also faded a bit.

Mo Nanjin pursed his lips slightly, and went in with his face in his hand.

Nangong Jingshen suddenly remembered that his father, Wang Lai, had always been bold and generous, but he was a little more cautious in front of the emperor's uncle. Although many years had passed, he still remembered that compared to other people, the emperor's uncle It's a rare kind of gentle protection for his father, but now that he sees Prince Rong, he knows that Uncle Huang still has this side. He can swear and lose his temper with others. He has lost his hard outer shell and feels more like a human being. , not a high-ranking emperor.

Such a royal uncle will be for the prince...

"Your Majesty." Wu Guo softly recalled his thoughts.

"Eunuch Wu." Nangong Jing raised her eyes deeply to see that the people in the room hadn't come out, and then said.

Seeing a rare hesitation on his face, Wu Guo asked, "Your Majesty, what do you want to say?"

Forget it, Nangong Jingshen finally chose to wave his hand, did he think too much?It should be impossible, right?

Wu Guo saw that he obviously had something to say just now, but he hesitated to speak, but Wu Guo is a very clever person, he knew that Nangong Jingshen must have something difficult to say, but over the years The experience of living in the palace told him that the masters should never try to ask the things they don't want to say. Moreover, he can vaguely guess what the question is, knowing that even if he asks, he can't answer it.

On the other side of the room, Rong Xi had already put Nangong Qiuhu on the bed, and squatted down to help him take off his shoes. Nangong Qiuhu's eyes flashed, but he reacted almost immediately, grabbed Rong Xi's wrist, and bent down to take off his shoes. The shoes came off.

Mo Nanjin went into the room and put the noodles on the desk, and found a small kang table from a corner of the room. It was not a kang table at all. This was when the two little guys were just starting to practice big characters. Mo Nanjin went to the carpenter The custom-made small desk with short legs in the shop, now that they are bigger, it is Yunzhi's turn to use it, Mo Nanjin reckoned that it would be suitable to be used as a kang table, and she put it on, sitting on the bed, the table was just in time The position on the chest is perfect for eating.

When Mo Nanjin kneaded the noodles, he added an egg. The noodles were cut into the width of a finger. The soup was boiled with fried tofu, eggs, fungus, and carrots. Finally, a spoonful of minced meat was added.

Mo Nanjin handed over the chopsticks, but Nangong Qiuhu took them without saying a word, lowered his head and began to eat the noodles, but only picked them up several times in a row, but the noodles slipped off the chopsticks and fell back into the bowl. The juice spilled on the table.

The sky in autumn is still not clear, even with the windows open, the room is still a little dark and gloomy. It was supposed to be a family, but they have been entangled for so many years.

"The noodles are still a little hot, I'll go get another small bowl." After Mo Nanjin finished speaking, she turned around and walked out in a hurry without waiting for the two of them to answer.

"Little Jin." Nangong Jingshen was just about to go in when she bumped into Mo Nanjin and put her arms around his shoulders.

Mo Nanjin bowed her head slightly, withdrew from his arms, and walked away quickly.

"Little Jin, what's the matter?" Nangong Jingshen chased him out and held him until he was under the eaves. Seeing that the corners of his eyes were a little red, she asked softly.

Mo Nanjin turned her head to avoid his outstretched hand, and then raised her head, her eyes were still clear and flawless.He opened his mouth and said, "Nangong Jingshen."

When Nangong Jingshen saw his gaze, her heart trembled

"Do not say,"

"You go."

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"Xiao Jin, I can explain what happened back then." Nangong Jingshen said hastily.

"You should have heard what my father and I said last night, right?" Although he doesn't know a little about martial arts now, but with his little understanding of Nangong Jinshen, he also knows that he will definitely go and come back. Father Wang didn't hide his gaze, he knew that Nangong Jingshen was outside at that time.

Nangong Jingshen didn't make a sound, and Mo Nanjin knew that this meant admitting, and continued: "I don't want to say it again, once the matter here is over, I will take Jingzhi and Xingzhi to Nangong Shao, probably never set foot in Daning again in this life."

"Xiaojin..." Nangong Jing took a step forward.

Mo Nanjin took a step back, leaning his back on the wooden pillar under the porch, and motioned him to finish listening: "I know, they are your children too, and it would be unfair to you for me to take them away. But they It's the only one I have, Nangong Jingshen. After you get married, you will have your own children. When they get older, I will tell them that their Uncle Jing is actually their other father. The current emperor of Daning, if they want to come back to see you, I will not stop them."

Mingyue was about to go to the kitchen to get some snacks for the three little guys. When she walked nearby, she still hadn't turned around. When she heard these words, her eyes showed a look of fright, and she tightly locked her mouth.

"I didn't want to take them away from you, I didn't snatch the children from you this time..."

"That's good." Mo Nanjin turned around and left.

"Little Jin, listen to me too." Nangong Jingshen held him back again, but there were traces of blood on his hands.

"Little Jin, what happened to your hand?"

Mo Nanjin pulled it back vigorously, without looking back, and said indifferently: "It's okay. Just now I touched the knife when I was cooking. I have to go get a bowl. You leave tomorrow, and we can talk about it tonight."

Leaving Nangong Jingshen with a slightly stiff back.

The kitchen knife cut it?But they were in the kitchen together just now, why didn't he see Xiaojin's hand hurt?Nangong's Jingshen glanced at the pillar next to it and stopped. Due to the sun and rain, the paint on the surface had peeled off a lot, exposing the barbed wood underneath. A few bloody fingerprints were clearly visible, which can be seen at that time How hard is the hand of the person holding it.

Mo Nanjin knew that Nangong Jingshen didn't keep up, but she didn't stop until she turned into the kitchen, and let out a soft breath, Nangong Jingshen, instead of suffering half my life like my father and the others, I choose to end here, instead of waiting In the future, when you know the relationship between us, I can only watch you leave. I choose to let go of your hand first.

"Autumn Lake." Rong Xi took the chopsticks away from his hand, and held his trembling hand instead.

"Rongxi, sometimes, I really want to kill you." Nangong Qiuhu didn't pull out his hand, but just lowered his head slightly, the light in the room was a bit dim, his expression was a little fuzzy, and he asked faintly.

"Even if I was the one who was sorry for you back then, why did you lie to me that Xiaojin died? Why did you lie to me? He was my child born in October, how could you lie to me like that?" Nangong Qiuhu became more and more excited as he spoke. In the end, the emotions are almost out of control.

"It's my fault, Qiuhu, it's my fault..." The birth of Nangong Qingyun at that time almost became a sharp sword that cut off the last trace of trust between them.

Although both of them were in high positions at that time, they were not lacking in mind and resourcefulness, but after all, they were young and energetic, and they stumbled and stumbled along the way of love, and this was the beginning of the relationship between the two of them.

At that time, he wanted to take Xiaojin away from the court, and also wanted to break up with Qiuhu, but now that he thought about it, he had a heart of resentment towards Qiuhu.

"Go away, Rongxi." Nangong Qiuhu struggled in his arms.

"Qiuhu, so many years have passed, Xiaojin has children, let's stop making trouble, and spend the rest of our lives quietly with Xiaojin?" Rong Xi hugged him tightly, bowing his head in his hair After a few light kisses, the two have been entangled for most of their lives, now what's the point of finding out who is right and who is wrong, and how many days are left in this life.

This familiar way of getting along brought him back to the memories that he didn't dare to think about for many years. When he knew that he had a child in his stomach, he couldn't help but lose his temper with Rong Xi every now and then. Rongxi is also like this now, that is probably the best time between the two of them, although there are occasional noises, and the court is also turbulent, but the two of them are looking forward to the birth of the child together, what is more important than this ?

Before he came, he had already planned to meet Rong Xi. He had made up his mind and would never forgive him. Even if he knew that he and Yu Xuanxuan were just couples in name, he knew that he had cheated to death in the south for six years. Shao gave Yu Xuanxuan guarding the tomb, but he still couldn't change his original intention, but what happened back then seemed to be different from what he knew. If the person who stayed by his side during his illness was Rong Xi, then Xi Lan What's going on?What role did Xi Lan play in it?

"It's me and Xiaojin who are going to live the rest of my life, it's none of your business."

Rong Xi knew, however, that Qiuhu was a little loose, so he couldn't be impatient if he knew it, and everything had to be done slowly.

Although taking the bowl is an excuse, you can't really come back empty-handed. When Mo Nanjin came in again, he had half a bowl of candied crabapple that was just made a few days ago. It's sweet and slightly sour, and it's an appetizer Just right.

Nangong Qiuhu had already eaten half of the noodles. When he saw Mo Nanjin come in, he asked him to sit beside him, and said with a smile, "Xiaojin's craftsmanship is very good, and the noodles are delicious."

"Just get used to it. If you like it, I will often make it for you in the future. These begonias are all grown in our own orchard. You can taste it." Mo Nanjin smiled and put the bowl in his hand into the small Kang table.

When Nangong Qiuhu heard his words, an uncontrollable excitement appeared in his eyes.

Grabbing his hand, she said repeatedly: "Xiaojin, can you, can you call me..."