Rebirth of the Dizi Wushuang

Just after the news came out, when the Fourth Prince's Mansion was about to usher in a dark tide again, the Murong family who also received the news at this time was peaceful and peaceful.

At the stone table in front of the bamboo grove in the back garden of Murong's mansion, sitting at this moment is a man wearing a plain long gown, handsome and somewhat pale, but calm and indifferent, with a skinny figure like bamboo, who has recovered from his illness a lot , has already started to help his father Murong Qi deal with business, and secretly took over part of the dark owl's Murong Sacrifice.

When Wu Yale received the news of Wu Yayi's death without a whole body, Murong Ji also received the report from An Xiao at the same time. After stroking the Li bird with snow-white feathers parked by his table, he put He opened a small box and put the brocade silk in it, and when he was going to report the matter to Murong Qi in the evening, he heard short and hurried footsteps, accompanied by a childish call.

"Uncle, uncle!"

Hearing this call, Murong Ji kept moving his hands. After closing the box and putting it away, when she turned around, Yi Hao saw that little figure walking without looking, bumping into her side Coming over, with a gentle smile on his face, he raised his hand and hugged that little soft body.

"Chang'er, what's the matter?"

Hugged by Murong Ji, the little man in his arms took advantage of the situation and heard the question, so he stood up straight with great difficulty, and raised his cute little face, which was already somewhat Jiang Luoyu-colored, like a black grape Blinking his eyes, he rubbed against Murong Ji's body in a childish voice, obviously very attached to the uncle in front of him, and asked, showing his snow-white deciduous teeth.

"Uncle, grandfather... elder brother... father, mother and father?"

"Grandfather told you to go see your father and mother. Of course it is true. Grandfather will not lie to you." When Murong Ji saw that he was almost one year old, he liked to walk around not long after he learned to walk. Murong Chang, who was followed by the servant girl, smiled even deeper, raised his hand to stroke the soft hair on his head, and replied in a soft voice.

"In two days, when uncle is free, I will send you to the border with Uncle Mi to meet your father and mother, okay?"

After Murong Chang heard that he was going to see him for three months, he never saw him again. He had no memory of his mother and father at this time. With his little finger, he blinked again: "Uncle...father, mother and father...I...brother, are you happy?"

"Yes." Murong Ji watched the two children start learning to speak from half a year old to just one year old now, although they spoke very slowly, after all, they were able to roughly express their own meaning, and the softness in their eyes deepened "As long as they can see you, they will be very happy."

Before he could finish speaking, Murong Ji heard the sound of chaotic footsteps again. When he raised his eyes, he just saw another small figure walking towards this side with a straight body and short legs. Behind him were many nuns. Seeing him staggering and unsteady, the maid and the maid saw that every time he wanted to help him, he was pushed away by the villain in front. After seeing Murong Ji and Murong Chang who was hugged by Murong Ji, the picture The little face that resembled Murong Hao lit up, but he lowered his body and saluted politely.

"uncle."

Because of his short hands and feet and young age, he saluted nondescriptly. Murong Ji smiled and shook his head, but when his eyes turned to the face that was very similar to Murong Hao, more gentleness flashed in his eyes. He waved to him: "Chui'er is here too,

Come quickly. "

Although Murong Chui was only born a little earlier than Murong Chang, he looked a bit mature, smarter and well-behaved than Murong Chang. Hearing Murong Ji's words, he shook his short legs and stubbornly refused to be helped by his mother, so he climbed up. Sitting on the somewhat high stone stool in front of him, Murong Ji's heart tightened and he immediately held onto his little arm, watching him with fear and fear that he would not let go of his hand when he sat down, fearing that the child would fall if he couldn't sit still.

Murong Chang moved his body in Murong Ji's arms, as if he could see the effort of his brother and uncle, seeing that there was only one arm around him, he pursed his mouth in displeasure, and raised his small arms to hug him. Tightening Murong Ji's arm, he muttered, "Uncle, uncle, hug!"

As soon as Murong Chang said these words, before Murong Ji could react, Murong Chui, who was still trying to stabilize himself, raised his chin, his delicate little face was expressionless, and he raised his hand pretending to be serious. With his hand, he pointed to the stone stool beside him, as if to let Murong Chang come out of Murong Ji's arms and sit on the stone stool like himself.

"Chang'er!"

As soon as Murong Chang saw the paralyzed face of his compatriot brother, he rubbed his head into Murong Ji's arms again and again, his whole body stuck to Murong Ji's arms like a sticky bean bag, and protested childishly: "Brother! I don't like it! Brother!"

His yelling was very loud, whether it was Murong Chui who was in charge, Murong Ji who was sitting on the side, or the nuns and maidservants who were a little further away, they all heard them, and they all dared not laugh out loud, and could only hold back Looking at Murong Chui's expressionless face, who had finally grasped the table to stabilize his body, but was completely expressionless, he found that he was still expressionless.

Murong Ji was so teased by these two children that he wanted to laugh but couldn't. When he endured it very hard, he felt a figure passing by his side, supporting Murong Chui who was swaying from side to side instead of him. He hugged him in his arms, raised his hand but began to tease Murong Chang in his arms, and asked with a smile: "Then who does Chang'er like?"

"I like Uncle." Murong Chang fell into Murong Ji's arms, half of his face was buried in his arms, but when he saw the person coming, he immediately sat up straight and tilted his body to treat the person sweetly. Laughing, "I like it! Uncle Mi!"

Mi Qianqian was entrusted by Jiang Luoyu before he left, and has been taking care of the two children with all her heart for the past six months, and spent much longer time with them than Murong Ji who started to deal with political affairs, so whether it is Murong Chui or Murong Chang is very familiar with him, even Murong Chui, who doesn't like to be hugged after sitting down, is honest in his arms at this moment.

"You're a little ghost, but your elder brother is honest. Uncle Mi likes your elder brother more."

Murong Chang watched Mi Qianqian hugging his elder brother, and those dexterous hands helped his elder brother untie the loose headband, and re-tied it to look better. The big black grape eyes flashed a sly look, and raised his head. The little face showed a mouth full of deciduous teeth again, and asked with a little slurred words: "Uncle Mi...don't you like it?"

Unexpectedly, he would react so quickly, Mi Qianqian squinted her eyes, her delicate face showed a bright color under the dim sky at this time, raised her hand to scratch his little nose, and said with a smile : "What a little ghost, I like... Is it okay to like it? How can Uncle Mi not like Chang'er?"

When Murong Chang heard this, although he didn't quite understand it, he still showed a big smile, and replied crisply: "I like Uncle Mi!

"

Murong Chang, who was in Murong Ji's arms, kept quiet when he was talking to Mi Qianqian, but a gentle smile gradually appeared on his face, and when he looked at Mi Qianqian in front of him, the doting look in his eyes was It cannot be denied, but Mi Qianqian never raised her eyes to meet him, instead she kept stroking Murongchui's heart in her arms with her face down.

"Okay, let's put Chang'er down quickly." After hugging for a while, Mi Qianqian felt that Murong Chui in her arms wanted to get off the ground, so she carefully put him down, stood up and took Murong Chui's little hand, while walking towards Walking to the bamboo house not far away, he said in a low voice to Murong Ji who had been watching his back.

"Chui'er is right. After all, Chang'er is a male double, and his words and deeds must conform to the manners of the children of the aristocratic family. You should not treat him as a girl."

Murong Chang didn't mind hearing those words before, but when he heard the word girl, he immediately became unhappy, twisted his small body and wanted to get off the ground, holding Murong Ji's arm with bright eyes, facing the girl. Mi Qianqian's back shouted: "No, Chang'er! No, Chang'er! Women's doubles!"

Little children, although they don't know the difference when adults talk about men's doubles and women's doubles, but Murong Chang is a big kid, and he always feels that no matter whether it is Murong Ji or Mi Qianqian, every time the words "female double girl" are mentioned Sometimes, the tone seemed to be different from usual, and he felt that these two must not be fun. Every time he heard that he was a girl or a women's doubles, he would scream.

Seeing this, Murong Ji was helpless, so he pulled Murong Chang tightly and put him on the ground. He protected him and followed Mi Qianqian into the bamboo house. After lowering down to take off the little man's shoes, he placed him on Murong who was sitting on the bamboo bed. Hanging by his side, he let Murong Chang slowly crawl towards his elder brother, and when he threw him down while he wasn't paying attention, he turned his eyes to Mi Qianqian again, with even more gentle expression on his eyebrows, eyes and fingertips.

After being stared at by such eyes for a long time, ordinary people can't remain indifferent, let alone Mi Qianqian, who already has affection in his heart. Rolling and tickling each other, after pursing their lips, they finally asked, "Have you received the news?"

"nature."

Murong Ji followed his eyes and looked at the two children. His handsome face was even more handsome in the half-darkness. Mi Qianqian, who inadvertently raised her eyes to peek at him, couldn't help but look at them. Seeing and looking, I couldn't move my eyes away, so I lowered my eyes again with great difficulty, listening to him whispering in his ear.

"It's not too late for this matter. The elder brother and brother-in-law have been at the border for half a year, and they haven't been able to raise Chui'er and Chang'er with their own hands. I must really want to see the children. How about we get up early tomorrow morning and take them to the border?"