Chapter Ninety-Five: The Royal Parenting Law

The land in the border state is poor, and there are not many inns that look like it, and the beds are even smaller and broken.

As soon as she got into the bed, there was a creaking sound from the bedboard.

Luo Xiaoran's sleepiness disappeared in an instant, and he sighed impatiently between his lips and teeth, "This broken bed-the store actually charged me a piece of silver?" ”

Murong Jue only thought that she was not used to living in this house, and reassured: "It's good to enter Xiangzhou." ”

"Xiangzhou?" Luo Xiaoran read these two words between his lips and teeth, and remembered what the porter Shen Chang said, Xiangzhou is under the control of Governor Zhuang Zhen, and I am afraid that it is even poorer than Bianzhou.

Everyone in the border state is not short-minded, and broad-minded, there is no contradiction that cannot be solved by one fight, and it is really not possible to fight two meals, just a few days of travel in the border state, let Luo Xiaoran fall in love with the customs here.

It's just that I'm really poor.

But Xiangzhou is different.

The people of Xiangzhou were overwhelmed by the governor Zhuang Xuan, for whom Zhuang Xuan was a large cancer that covered the sky and the sun, cruelly depriving them of all hope in life, and ten years of control was enough to destroy a person's will.

If it weren't for the fact that the mother felt sorry for her daughter and did not hesitate to rush out of Xiangzhou to intercept the Qin Cha's complaint, she was afraid that the smoky Xiangzhou would be covered up under the hypocritical peace forever, how could Murong Jue go to Xiangzhou to investigate the truth after the Great War?

Murong Jue, who was holding her in his arms, lowered his head slightly and asked, "Why don't you speak?" ”

Luo Xiaoran's ears were close to his chest, and the pinna of the chest that was shaken by him when he spoke was numb and crispy, very comfortable, she twisted her body, and found the most comfortable angle for him to hold herself, and said after considering her words: "The governor of Xiangzhou will not be afraid of being reported to the capital by the people under the management of the territory?" ”

She cleverly changed her questioning method and saved the royal face behind Murong Jue.

"Zhuang Yu is just a governor, not so bold."

"Could it be ......" Luo Xiaoran's thoughts slipped around the complicated royal genealogy, and he muttered in a confused tone: "Someone else instructed him behind his back?" I heard from Han Yan that Zhuang Yu seems to have a great relationship with King Ansan. ”

Murong Jue replied in a low voice, and suddenly sighed lightly, "It would be nice if Mu Xian had half of you." ”

This is also the first time that Murong Jue took the initiative to mention Mu Xian's matter in front of her, and it was also the first time that his expectations for Mu Xian were revealed in his tone.

But Murong's decision to pull out seedlings and promote the parenting style really made Luo Xiaoran disagree.

Luo Xiaoran, who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, received a modern education, believing in 360 lines to be the champion, and it does not necessarily require everyone to change their fate through reading.

However, she couldn't tell Murong the truth.

This is probably the sorrow of growing up in the royal family.

Luo Xiaoran had to persuade him euphemistically: "Brother Xian has not been treated by the emperor since he was a child, and he has been stocked for so many years, and you suddenly ask him to study and improve, which is too demanding for a filial son who is used to being wild?" ”

Murong Jue snorted, "The royal heir was enlightened at the age of five, and at the age of seven, he was able to write poetry, and at the age of ten, he asked to be familiar with the Four Books and the Five Classics. ”

Luo Xiaoran couldn't help but count his fingers and counted that he was still playing with mud when he was five years old, and it seemed that he was still playing with mud when he was seven years old, and when he was ten years old, well, he finally grew a little bit, and he started to play with dolls without playing with mud.

In this comparison, my childhood was really happy.

"The boy is wild, if you want to accept his temperament, you have to take it slowly, you can't rush it, and you can become a big fat man in one bite." Luo Xiaoran was still chattering with him, "You see, although the virtuous brother doesn't like to study, he has good skills and a lively brain, so he said that the Yong'an Palace where the Han commander sent troops to garrison it, and the virtuous brother slipped in several times with ease." ”

For the sake of the future of the flowers of the motherland, Luo Xiaoran ruthlessly sold the Han commander.

After all...... He's an old fritter already.

Quiet in the middle of the night, living in a humble room, but there is a soft fragrant jade around her, and her soft voice is in her ears, and Murong Jue's heart seems to be gently teased by a feather, ironing and slightly itchy.

He reached out and pinched Luo Xiaoran's jaw with his fingertips, turning her head to look at him.

The faint candle flame is amazing, and the beauty is amazing.

A pair of Qiushui scissors looked straight into his eyes, and Murong Jue heard his slightly deep voice sound, "What's the use of being skilled, is it possible that the dignified and virtuous king wants to be a thief who flies the eaves and walks the wall?" ”

Her face frowned slightly, she pursed her red lips and snorted twice, "You can't help but be like this-"

"Hmm!"

The rest of the words were all swallowed by the man in front of him.

Obviously, he didn't want to continue to discuss his terrible brother at night, and his mind was constantly rippling with her invisibly.

The beauty who can be forcibly kissed still seems to want to work hard, her cheeks are slightly drunk, "Say it-"

Murong decided to turn over and press down, and the whole person was covered above her, and the black shadow cast covered her densely.

She opened her eyes slightly, and could only see the thick domineering color in Murong Jie's eyes, and after being dyed with lust, his face was no longer so cold and detached, and it was difficult to control it.

His thin lips were slightly hooked, his voice was like mellow wine, and with one hand, he gently twisted the green silk she had scattered on her shoulders and put it on his lips to kiss it gently, "I'll talk about it when I'm done." ”

Rumble.

Luo Xiaoran's sanity and shyness were blown away together.

This demon-

When did you get so provocative?

As a result, what Muxian, what thieves, and what serious things were all left behind, and only the most intimate skin between lovers was left in the room, with ups and downs.

After satisfying, Murong Jue hugged the sweaty and slightly panting beauty in his arms, and asked matter-of-factly: "What did you say just now?" ”

After being severely drilled, Luo Xiaoran was tired and just wanted to nap and sleep, "It's okay......"

After the clouds and rain, her snow-white skin was red, blurred under the candlelight, and it was even more warm. The breath is unsteady, and the voice is coquettish, which makes people itch in their ears.

The heart is itching, too.

Murong Jie's eyes moved slightly, his arms around the beauty tightened, and his voice became a little hoarse, "Then let's do some serious things......"

Luo Xiaoran's eyes widened.

Still coming?!

I'm afraid this won't kill her!

Luo Xiaoran didn't think about it, she jumped up and fled out the door, she only knew that if she did it again, she wouldn't even be able to get out of bed tomorrow...... Not to mention having to hurry......

Murong Jue smiled in his eyes, stretched out his long arms, and easily dragged Luo Xiaoran back and pressed him under him again.

Luo Xiaoran could almost cry on the spot, her eyes were shining with tears, and her voice was soft: "Please let it go, master~"

If it was said that Murong Jue still had the intention of letting her go, but after she called him 'master' in a delicate tone, Murong Jue completely gave up this thought.

Once again, a fierce attack was launched.

The next day, Murong Jue regretfully announced that his favorite concubine was infected with the wind and cold, and she couldn't get up, and she needed to rest for a day before setting off.