Murong Xin on the carriage was a little uneasy, more than 20 years have passed, what will the little aunt who was both talented and beautiful and amazed Dayan look like now? For him, the nephew who once loved and protected, and the son who is also the culprit, will the little aunt want to see him?

The secret guard drove the carriage for less than a stick of incense, and then stopped in front of a small Taoist temple in the middle of nowhere, Murong Xin jumped out of the carriage, turned around and half-hugged Murong Zhaoyang and got out of the carriage, looking at the small Taoist temple in the middle of nowhere, which was in a remote place, and stopped a little hesitantly.

Murong Xin glanced at his father, shook his head helplessly, stepped forward to the door of the Taoist temple in a few steps, and gently knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened a crack gently, and a female crown in her forties stood in the door with a calm expression.

"A few Lang Jun have something, this is a private Taoist temple, do not contact with outsiders, and invite a few Lang Jun Haihan!"

Not to mention Murong Zhaoyang in the vicinity, even Murong Xin, who was a few steps away, saw the shock and fear that flashed quickly in the eyes of the female crown when he saw them, Murong Xin looked at it and strode forward, Murong Zhaoyang saw the horror in the eyes of the female crown in the door, and the hand behind his back waved gently.

"I disturbed the female crown, we are very sorry, but Zhaoyang has an injury on his body, the carriage is driving, the wound accidentally bursts, my father cherishes me, seeing the Taoist temple here, I want Zhaoyang to rest for a while, by the way, bandage the wound, can you please ask the female crown to go down to convenience!"

After Murong Zhaoyang finished speaking, he made a hand salute, and when he got up, the clothes on his abdomen had been stained red with blood, and Murong Xin smelled the smell of blood, so he quickly supported him and asked eagerly: "Zhaoyang, are you okay?" ”

When the female crown inside the door saw it, her pupils shrank sharply, and her faint voice trembled and said, "Lang Jun, wait a minute, I'll go and ask the viewer." ”

Glancing at the female crown who was leaving quickly, Murong Xin stared at his precious son's abdomen, as if he was covered with the bright red color of his clothes, flashing his scarlet eyes, his own son himself hurt, these days, one thing after another, seeing the blood on Murong Zhaoyang's body again, Murong Xin suddenly had a madness that wanted to destroy the world!

"Father, I'm fine, I just arranged it in advance, and the wound didn't burst!" Sensing that Murong Xin's state around him was a little dangerous, Murong Zhaoyang quickly explained that this blood was smeared on the bandage by him, and his father, princess and concubine loved him very much, even Bai Yuluo was worried about him too much now, how could he easily let himself be easily injured again.

Seeing that his son winked at him and thought about his son's words for a while, Murong Xin slowly suppressed the churning in his heart, said a soft "um", stretched out his hand and hugged Murong Zhaoyang horizontally, kicked open the hidden door with one foot, and strode into the Taoist temple.

Hearing the sound, the female crown who rushed over happened to see Murong Xin kicking the door, her eyebrows twitched, and she took two steps forward and said, "Lang Jun, please." ”

Following the footsteps of the female crown, Murong Xin strode to the room prepared by the female crown with his son in his arms, and carefully put down Murong Zhaoyang, before Murong Xin turned to the female crown at the door and said, "Thank you, I will treat the child's wound first, and then go to thank the master." ”

"No need, the viewer doesn't like to see outsiders, Lang Jun is resting, just leave by himself!" The female crown glanced at Murong Zhaoyang, who was half leaning on the couch and had a pale face, and said, bowed, and left in a hurry.

Murong Xin lifted Murong Zhaoyang's clothes and looked at the wound, it was indeed not bursting, so much blood was smeared on the bandage, so he breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the clothes brought by the secret guard on the side, and carefully changed it for Murong Zhaoyang.

"Zhaoyang, what do you think?"

Touching his chin gently, Murong Zhaoyang thought for a while and said: "Back then, there were four fewer people in connection with my sister-in-law and grandmother, so these three palace people all left the palace city with my sister-in-law and grandmother, and there were only nine people in the Taoist temple, and the female crown just now was obviously not the palace people of the year, but she obviously knew our father and son, or did she know us, and it was my sister-in-law and grandmother who said it?" Or do we come to Taiyi Mountain every year to escape the summer, and she has seen it? ”

"Regardless of this, now we are in the Taoist temple, but the little aunt does not come out to see us, what should we do? I can't search every room in the temple! Murong Xin said a little impatiently, now the little aunt obviously knows that he is coming, but she is hiding from him!

After thinking about it, Murong Zhaoyang beckoned to Murong Xin, and when Murong Xin came over, he whispered a few words in his ear, in exchange for Murong Xin's helpless glare, and nodded helplessly under Murong Zhaoyang's raised eyebrows and smiled.

"Someone! Fence the Taoist temple to this king, only allow in but not out! ”

Under the hint of Murong Zhaoyang, the secret guard should be loud and leave quickly, and after a while, he heard a loud command at the door, as well as the sound of neat and orderly footsteps, but no one in the Taoist temple came out to investigate.

Murong Xin's father and son waited quietly in the room, and sure enough, after more than half an hour, a strange female crown came to the room where the father and son were resting, and said peacefully but forcefully at the door: "His Royal Highness King Chen, His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, we have an invitation to watch the Lord." ”

When Murong Xin heard this, he got up and carefully helped Murong Zhaoyang, and when he walked to the door, the corners of Murong Zhaoyang's mouth were slightly hooked, and he said gently: "There is a female crown to lead the way." ”

The three of them came to the back of the main hall, a row of back cover rooms, in front of the door of one of the rooms in the middle, the female crown stopped and knocked on the door, and said softly: "Lord, His Royal Highness King Chen and His Royal Highness the Prince have come down." ”

"Come in!"

A gentle voice came, but Murong Xin's face changed greatly, this voice, this voice is the voice of the little aunt, although the secret guards generally do not make mistakes, but they don't see anyone, Murong Xin is still a little unsteady, but this voice ......

Pushing open the door with trembling hands, Murong Xin looked at the person kneeling on the seat, shocked, joyful, and distressed...... A series of emotions quickly emerged one by one on Murong Xin's handsome face.

Raising his eyes to look at the little nephew kneeling in front of him, Murong Huaisleeve tried his best to suppress the tears in his eyes, trembling his hands to help up the nephew who was kneeling on the ground, Murong Xin reached out and grabbed the hand that was stretched out, and looked up at the little aunt who had not seen him for more than twenty years with scarlet eyes.

"Little aunt, little aunt, I'm Ashin, I'm ......"

The tears that he tried to suppress flowed down Murong Huai's face, and he trembled and looked at his favorite nephew in front of him, opened his mouth, and said in a trembling and hoarse voice after half a sound: "Xin'er, Xin'er......"

After a while, Murong Zhaoyang looked at his father and sister-in-law and grandmother who were sitting opposite him and wept, stepped forward and knelt down and bowed, looking up at Murong Huai's trembling outstretched hand, Murong Zhaoyang took a few steps to Murong Huai's eyes.

"Auntie and grandmother, I am Murong Zhaoyang, the prince of Chen's mansion, yes, your nephew." Murong Zhaoyang said a little shyly, he was really a little ashamed, the little sister-in-law and grandmother in front of him looked no more than thirty years old, with a beautiful temperament, beautiful without a trace of aggression, and she looked like a beautiful big sister, but in fact she was his sister-in-law and grandmother!