Chapter 356 (1/2)
Just after the news came out, the fourth Prince's house was about to usher in a dark tide again. At this time, Murong, who also received the news, was peaceful.
By the stone table in front of the bamboo grove in the back garden of Murong mansion, there was a man in plain clothes with a handsome face, a little pale, but a quiet and indifferent look. He was already much better. He had begun to help his father murongqi deal with the business, and secretly took over part of the Murong sacrifice of the secret owl.
When Wu Yale received the news that Wu Yayi had no body, Murong Ji also received a report from the dark owl. After touching the Li bird with snow-white feathers, he opened a small box and put the brocade and silk into it. When he was ready to report the incident to murongqi in the evening, he heard a rush of short steps in his ear, which was also accompanied by A cry of milk.
”Uncle, uncle!”
Hearing this call, Murong Ji's hands kept moving. After covering the box and putting it away, Yihao saw the little figure walking without looking. She bumped into her side with a gentle smile on her face and lifted her hand to hold the small soft body.
”Chang'er, what's the matter?”
When Murong Ji hugged him and held him in his arms, he stood up straight and lifted up his Jade Snow lovely face. His black grape eyes blinked and he rubbed on Murong sacrifice. Obviously, he was very attached to the uncle in front of him. He showed his white teeth and asked.
”Uncle, grandfather Brother Father, mother, father? ”
”Grandfather told you to go to see your father and mother. That's true. Grandfather won't lie to you.” As soon as Murong Ji saw that he was nearly one year old and soon learned to walk around, Murong Chang, who did not let his servants and servants follow him, had a deeper smile on his face. He raised his hand and stroked his soft hair, and answered in a soft voice.
”In another two days, when my uncle is free, I'll take you to the frontier with Uncle Mi to see your father and mother, OK?”
When Murong Chang heard that he was going to see him three months later, he had never seen his father and mother again. He didn't understand where they were going. So he blinked his little finger and blinked: ”Uncle Father, mother, father I Brother, happy? ”
”Yes.” Murong Ji watched the two children learn to speak from half a year old, and now they have just reached the age of one year. Although they speak slowly and slowly, they can probably express their own meaning, and their eyes are softer and deeper. ”As long as they can see you, they will be very happy.”
Before the words fell, Murong Ji heard a series of disordered footfalls. When he raised his eyes, he saw another small figure. He was walking towards this side with his small short legs. Many mothers and maids behind him saw that he walked unsteadily. Every time he tried to help him, he was pushed aside by the villain in in front of him, and saw Murong offering and being held in his arms After Murong Chang, the small face that looked like Murong Hao brightened up, but he bowed down and made a formal salute.
”Uncle.”
Because he had short hands and short feet and was young, he was also unworthy to salute. Looking at him, Murong Ji shook his head with a smile, but his eyes flashed more gentleness when he turned to the face similar to muronghao. He immediately waved to him: ”drool is coming, too,
come on.”
Although Murong Chui was born a little earlier than Murong Chang, he seemed to be a little older. He was smarter and more disciplined than Murong Chang. When he heard Murong Ji's words, he shook his short legs and stubbornly climbed up the stone stool which was a little high in front of him. Murong Ji immediately held his small arm in his heart and watched him sit still Let's start. I'm afraid the child will fall down if he is not able to sit.
Murong Chang moved his body in the arms of Murong sacrifice, as if he could see the difficulty of his brother and uncle. There was only one left to hold his arm. He flattened his mouth and raised his small arm to hold the arm of Murong sacrifice. He murmured: ”uncle, uncle, hold!”
As soon as Murong Chang said this, Murong Ji did not have time to respond. He was still trying to stabilize himself. Murong Chui raised his chin without any expression on his delicate small face. He raised a hand in a solemn manner and pointed to the stone stool beside him, as if to let Murong Chang come out of Murong sacrifice's arms and sit on the stone stool like himself.
”Er Chang!”