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Xuanyang, Yue Wang's Mansion.

Today is the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve, and as early as when the sky is still bright, the people have hung festive red lanterns everywhere in the palace, and even every corner of the royal palace is full of joyful taste.

And early in the morning, Shocking Wind hugged his chubby son and went to King Yue's Mansion with Ni Luo to have breakfast, and Murong Anze was very happy about this.

Because, he finally fulfilled his wish and had the first minion.

"Shizi pot pot!"

Cheng Wenhao, who was only three years old just now, couldn't even speak at this time, but he just liked to chase after Murong Anze, who had grown into a young man, like a little heel.

"Oh, how many times have I told you, it's my brother!"

Murong Anze shook his head a little helplessly, picked up Cheng Wenhao, who was like a small meat bun, and rubbed his little head with little hair angrily and funny.

However, the little guy seemed to be a little incomprehensible, and after staring at him for a long time, he clapped his hands and smiled, and shouted unchanged in his mouth, "Shizi pot pot!" ”

"Well, whatever you ......"

Murong Anze looked at this little guy with some frustration, but his heart was full of joy, and he blamed his mother for not giving him a younger brother, so he could only develop Uncle Feng's son.

Although, his sisters, they are all one in a million little beauty blanks.

"Big brother, big brother, I want a lantern!"

Not far away, the little girl in the pink skirt giggled while pointing to the red palace lamp hanging on the eaves, and there seemed to be some color flashing in her amber eyes.

"Qingluo, that one was just hung up."

Murong Anze shook his head helplessly, and said to her again, "If you want it, just go directly to Grandpa Nian and ask for one, otherwise, Grandpa Nian will have to find someone to re-hang up." ”

"Oh......"

Murong Qingluo nodded, then turned around and ran to the side, but after a while, he ran back again, holding two rock sugar gourds in his hands.

"Blessing...... Fu Lu ......"

As soon as he saw the rock sugar gourd, Cheng Wenhao's eyes straightened, and his white and tender little hands pointed to the sugar gourd in Murong Qingluo's hand, and the transparent saliva immediately gushed out, forming a long line, which fell on Murong Anze's sleeve, leaching out a large water stain.

"Ahh

Murong Anze looked at his sleeve in pain, thinking to himself, this is what he just put on this morning!

At this time, Murong Qingluo walked over with a smile, handed the sugar gourd in his hand to Cheng Haowen, and gently admonished, "Brother Haowen, you have to be careful to eat." ”

"Uh, Qingyu?"

Murong Anze looked at his sister a little strangely, and after looking at it very seriously again, he nodded to himself, "I'll just say, Qingluo went to ask for a lantern, why did he come out with a sugar gourd." ”

Speaking of this, Murong Anze couldn't help but feel a little tired, his twin sisters looked exactly the same, and they also liked to wear the same clothes, every time, he had to spend a lot of effort to identify.

It seems that the only person in this world who can easily distinguish the two of them is his almighty mother.

"Brother, you are so stupid, my sister and I obviously look different."

Seeing that Murong Anze was struggling to distinguish, Murong Qingyu pouted, and after snorting, he pointed to the distance and said, "Look, my sister is there." ”

Sure enough, looking in the direction that Murong Qingyu pointed, Murong Anze found that a little girl who was also wearing a pink skirt was running over with a beautiful red palace lamp in her hand.

"Brother, you must think of my sister as me again, right?"

Seeing Murong Anze's melancholy face, Murong Qingluo knew that he must have misrecognized the two of them again, but she was also used to it, after all, with such a stupid brother, there was no way to do it.

"You're all the same, it's so hard to tell the difference."

Murong Anze shook his head helplessly, but at this time, An Qianyue's voice came from behind, "Boy, that's because you're too stupid, how can I not be mistaken?" ”

After four years, after experiencing the caress of the years, and without the interference of those troubles, An Qianyue at this time is more beautiful than before, with a charm that cannot be ignored.

"Mother on ......"

Murong Anze looked at him bitterly, knowing in his heart that An Qianyue was laughing at himself, but he wondered, how could his mother tell the difference?

"Stinky boy, if I can't recognize my own daughter, wouldn't it be too much of a failure?"

An Qianyue smiled and began to bite Murong Anze's ears, and by the way, he rubbed Cheng Haowen's little head, and gently broke off the bottom sugar gourd and ate it.

Well, sweet and sour.

"Mother, mother, you don't need to say it anymore, my brother is stupid, there is no doubt about this."

Seeing that Murong Anze's expression was even more melancholy, Murong Qingluo began to mercilessly mend the knife, vowing to blow Murong Anze's body to the ground.

"I feel that my status in our family is getting lower and lower."

Murong Anze looked up at the sky a little sadly, the brightness and sadness of the forty-five degree angle, no matter how you look at it, it is extremely sad, but An Qianyue does not sympathize with this eldest son at all, so she shook her head and said, "No, it has never been higher." ”

"Mother, am I really your own?"

In the past few years, Murong Anze has always wondered if he is his own child, if it weren't for the fact that there is no mobile connection here, he will definitely ask if he sent it with a phone bill.

"Little conscienceless, don't you know?"

An Qianyue glanced at him angrily, and by the way, she rewarded him fiercely, this stinky boy really has no conscience at all, if it weren't for him, he would have had a difficult birth?

"Hey, biological, biological."

Murong Anze was full of smiles, but at this time, Murong Yue walked over with the frightening wind, still carrying a food box in his hand.

"Xiao Qi gave it?"

Seeing this, An Qianyue smiled and asked, "Don't say, let me guess, it's lotus paste cake, right?" ”

"Ah Qian is still as smart as ever."

Murong Yue smiled, stretched out his hand to hand the food box to Murong Qingluo, stretched out his long arm and hugged An Qianyue in his arms, and said gently, "It's a little cold today, why don't you come out again with a cloak?" ”

"It's too heavy."

An Qianyue pillowed her head in his arms and said with a smile, "No matter how good a cloak, it's not as warm as you." ”

"Well, that's right."

Hearing this, Murong Yue originally wanted to be angry and blamed, but he was immediately blocked back, and in an instant, the smile on Murong Yue's face began to flicker.

"yes, yes."

An Qianyue smiled, her eyes were shining, and Murong Yue's expression became more gentle, and at this time, these two people became a beautiful beauty of their own.

Seeing this, there were bursts of sighs around them, this handful of dog food, they didn't want to eat it.

So, can you not show affection in public?