Wei Ying carefully hugged the white and chubby little boy who was sleeping in his arms, carefully examined the small eyebrows, and finally concluded that this child was completely a copy of Murong Yue. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, this is not the point, the point is that An Qianyue has been unconscious since she gave birth to this little guy, and the imperial doctors are helpless, and Wei Ying is in a hurry, but even Master Lu has no choice.

"Master, what the hell is going on with Qianyue, is there really no way to do it?" Wei Ying looked at Master Lu anxiously, and his voice was soft, for fear of disturbing the little baby in his arms.

"Lord of the country, she doesn't want to wake up herself, and there is no way to do it," Master Lu shook his head and was at a loss, "Now she puts down the concern in her heart, and she doesn't know how long it will take to be in this coma." ”

"Master, what do you mean by that?" The little baby in his arms struggled a little, I don't know if it was because of the conversation just now, which made him want to wake up from his sleep, Wei Ying hurriedly reached out and patted it again, this little guy finally fell asleep, but he couldn't wake up.

"All these blows are too big for her, she was struggling for this child before, she was about to be exhausted, and the news of her father's death gave her another blow, and now, the child was born, she let go of her worries, so she fell into self-isolation, unwilling to wake up again," Master Lu sighed, with some worry on his face.

"That'...... When will she wake up? Wei Ying was a little anxious, and he regretted it a little that he brought An Qianyue back from King Yue's mansion.

"This ...... It's up to her," Master Lu turned around and looked outside silently, An Qianyue, it's a pity that with such a quiet and shallow name, your fate is destined to be unstable.

"Alas......" Wei Ying looked at An Qianyue, who was asleep inside, and hugged the little baby in his arms more gently, Qianyue, for the sake of this little guy you gave birth to with so much difficulty, you must not sleep for too long.

Anding College.

Murong Yue looked indifferently at the scholars who were blocking in front of him, the inner and outer three layers, and couldn't help but have a little headache, and it was such a difficult thing to pay tribute to his father-in-law.

"This king is just here to pay tribute to his father-in-law, and please get out of the way," Murong Yue had a cold face, looking at this group of scholars who were determined to keep themselves out, quite helpless, sure enough, Xiucai met a soldier, how could he not say it together.

"You go! You are not welcome sir! You don't have the right to stand here! Chen Zhengsheng looked at the expressionless Murong Yue with indignant indignation, holding a broom tightly in his hand, and seemed to be ready to wave it at Murong Yue at any time.

Mr. An's home is in the academy, therefore, Mr. An's mourning hall is also located in the main hall of the academy, Murong Yue looked at the white flags fluttering in the wind, his expression was a little trance, in the black coffin, lying was his father-in-law, he suddenly forced his wife and father-in-law to a dead end.

"It's just that you're not qualified!"

"You murderer!"

"If you kill Miss An and Mr., you will definitely die a bad death!"

"Hurry up and leave, don't defile the mourning hall of the gentleman!"

"Hurry up, hurry up! Don't disturb the rest of the gentleman! ”

A literati is a literati after all, even if he is resentful in his heart, the words that come out of his mouth still do not contain the slightest foul language, and at this time, the voices of indignation in the crowd are rising one after another, but Murong Yue only frowned slightly, and did not make excuses, but he did not want to leave.

"His Royal Highness King Yue, if you don't want to save face, you better be more interesting and leave by yourself," Chen Zhengsheng stretched out his hand to signal the people behind him to calm down, looked at Murong Yue and said with righteous words, "Your Royal Highness King Yue, you know in your own heart that everyone here is not welcome to your arrival, so ......"

"Lord Wang......" Shocking Feng looked at Murong Yue, who was silent, and couldn't help but remind him that he was a little worried.

"Farewell," Murong Yue took one last deep look at the coffin that was quietly parked in the mourning hall, turned around and walked towards the door, and the frightening wind suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly followed.

"Brother Chen, this King Yue, will I secretly disturb Mr. An's rest because I refuse to worship Mr. An?" Zhou Liren on the side looked at Murong Yue's back and left silently, and couldn't help but worry.

"Brother Zhou should not worry, as a royal clan, even if he is unhappy, he will never do such a thing, after all, he is the emperor's own brother, he doesn't want face, the emperor still wants it," Chen Zhengsheng shook his head and sighed lightly, "It's a pity that Mr. An's chest is Chinese Taowuluo, I haven't learned it yet, and I won't have the opportunity to hear his teachings again." ”

"Mr. An treats me like a father and son, but ......" Zhou Liren was a little choked up when he said it, and his expression made the atmosphere even more solemn.

The white spiritual cloth covering the coffin kept fluttering with the breeze blowing into the mourning hall, as if Mr. An, who was lying inside, was telling the students that I had received the same for your sadness.

In this situation, some people began to cry bitterly.

However, a group of Mr. An's students here were uncomfortable, and Murong Yue, who returned to the mansion, was also angry.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the fact that they were the students of his father-in-law, this king would have ordered his subordinates to throw them out of the academy one by one, it's really a bad thing!"

Murong Yue had been shouting angrily since she hadn't even entered the door, Lingshuang was still resting in the house, and when she heard Murong Yue's voice, she immediately got out of bed and let the little girl help her out of the door.

"Lord Wang, what's wrong with you, who made you so angry?" Lingshuang hurriedly went out of the door, a delicate ruddy and small and delicate face full of distress, and at this time, she could no longer see her pale and fragile after the slippery tire.

"It's okay, it's just a bunch of hard-boned stinky scholars," Murong Yue took a deep breath, trying not to let his expression be so hideous, and gently looked at Lingshuang who had already thrown himself into his arms.

The frightening wind looked at the appearance of these two people, and couldn't help but slander this soft and weak side concubine in her heart, obviously the prince had told her when he went out that he was going to worship Mr. An, but she pretended to be virtuous and asked again, why did the prince's taste become like this.

"They dared to save the prince's face, they were really bold, why didn't the prince teach them a good lesson?" Lingshuang looked at Murong Yue angrily, and his tone was a little aggrieved, "Lingshuang saw that the prince was so generous, and his heart hurt a little unbearable. ”

"It's still Shuang'er who feels sorry for this king, but my Xuanyang is at a time when a large number of talents are needed, and the students taught by my father-in-law are all talents who can take charge of themselves, for the sake of Xuanyang's future, this king has to endure it," Murong Yue hugged Lingshuang gently, frowning slightly.

The breeze blew through the two of them embracing each other, and the green trees in front of the court formed a painting of their own, but this painting was really uncomfortable to look at.