Wu Wangfu

Murong Chui and his son cleaned up all their disappointment and sadness and walked in the direction of their home, they didn't want to bring worry and trouble to their families. No matter how many undercurrents there are, let them carry them together. In front of King Wu's mansion, the princess Ke Zuhun led the ladies of the mansion to wait there early.

When Murong Chui saw his family, the gloom in his heart seemed to dissipate a lot in an instant, and a soft and kind smile immediately appeared on his face.

As soon as the Zuhun clan saw Murong Chui returning, his face was full of unconcealable joy, and he hurriedly gathered the green silk and took a few steps forward to greet him, "The prince is back, welcome the prince back with a great victory......

Before she finished speaking, Murong Chui had already strode past her, so fast that he didn't even give her a stop look.

The unfinished words, the concern that can never be expressed, are all pressed back to the bottom of my heart.

I cooked it myself and made a table of your favorite meals, would you like to try it?

"Father!"

"Father!"

"Father!"

Murong Chui's three sons, Murong Bao, Murong Nong, and Murong Long, were all waiting in front of the house, and when they saw their father, they hurriedly greeted them. Only the youngest son, Murong Lin, timidly pulled the sleeve of his mother Zhao's coat, as if he wanted to step forward, but seemed to be a little hesitant.

Murong Chui patted them on the shoulder, with a loving expression, and asked if the third son could make progress in riding and shooting.

"In the days when your eldest brother and I are away, have you been lazy?"

"We are diligent, practicing cavalry and archery day and night, and reading military books every night, father, you can rest assured." Murong Bao replied loudly, but between the words, there was a little hippie smile.

Hearing him say this, Murong Nong and Murong Long couldn't help but smile, and only nodded yes in front of their father, and continued the round for him.

Knowing his son Mo Ruo's father, in the end it was Murong Chui, hearing Murong Bao say so much, he didn't believe it.

"Really? Kugou also worked so hard? ”

Murong Nong hurriedly came to the rescue, in front of so many people, especially in front of Princess Wu, he couldn't let the face of the fourth brother fall to the ground.

"Indeed, as the fourth brother said, my father and brother are out on the expedition, so don't worry about the house, our brothers are all diligent and practiced."

After Murong Nong finished speaking, he glanced at Murong Bao, my brother didn't demolish you here from my father, hurry up.

Murong Long also nodded.

When Murong Chui saw it, his brother and brother Gong were very pleased, he didn't have to care about whether Murong Bao practiced hard or not.

Wen Taowu is strategic, Ling'er is enough to support a Wu Wangfu and the fate of tens of thousands of soldiers, and his requirements for other sons are not so harsh.

As long as the brothers are of the same heart and assist the eldest brother together, he is very pleased.

"Yes, yes, you are all so diligent, my father is happy."

Murong Chui was surrounded by several sons, smiling all over his face.

How nice it would be to be together as a family and live peacefully.

Murong Bao secretly gave Murong Nong a thumbs up behind his father, what is the second brother, I really love me, otherwise my father will definitely be able to see that I am lazy at a glance.

At this time, the child who had been standing on the edge of the threshold couldn't help but bow his head in disappointment, looking at their father's kindness and filial piety, and their brothers were harmonious, and his heart was full of desolation that no one cared for.

Low self-esteem is like a weed that grows more and more, no matter how lush it is, it will never be inconspicuous and will never be looked at.

He couldn't help but take his mother's hand and asked in a low voice, "I'm also my father's son, why didn't my father ask me how I was riding and shooting?" ”

Zhao was startled, and quickly covered Murong Lin's mouth first, and looked at Murong Chui cautiously, for fear of making everyone unhappy on this happy day.

Murong Chui's concerned gaze immediately fell on Murong Lin, "You are still young, so you don't need to be demanding." ”

The moment he met his father's loving eyes, Murong Lin's heart warmed, as if the golden sunlight was shining into his young heart. He even had the illusion for a moment that he was also the son of King Wu, and he and several elder brothers had always been on an equal footing.

But at the same time, he hesitated for a moment, Da Yan was still martial, and his eldest brother Murong Ling was famous in Yecheng for his horse-riding skills when he was a child, how to get here, his father didn't ask for it.

This one who has followed him since he was a child is faintly guilty again, he looks at his mother's always simple and simple dress, maybe only better than ordinary people outside, without the luxury of the royal concubine. It is said that the son is more expensive than the mother, but it is not that his biological mother's status is low, and he is not favored by his father, so even his son is not valued by his father, let alone cares that he has any achievements.

Anyway, in the essay on martial arts and resourcefulness, there is no one who can compare to Murong Ling, the son of the world. The father has found the most ideal heir, and he doesn't need to care about the talents of the other sons, let alone the child of just a concubine.

Just this look, Zhao was still flattered in his heart, and hurriedly pulled his son to salute, and said humbly and softly, "Welcome the triumphant return of the prince." ”

Murong Chui nodded to their mother and son, and then, he walked up to a woman with plain eyebrows and elegant eyebrows, and called softly, "Yuan'er." ”

At that moment, his eyes, his tenderness, and his thoughts all poured out undisguisedly.

The woman was wearing a light cyan narrow-sleeved tunic skirt, with only a blue snowflake on her bun, light and elegant makeup, and a beautiful and beautiful face smiling, like the breeze on the shore of a lake deep in the mountain stream, giving people a sense of tranquility and distance.

It seems that at a glance, it is like a breeze blowing on his face, and the gentle face with a few familiar wisps makes Murong Chui's heart that has experienced vicissitudes of life find a peaceful harbor again.

This woman is Murong Chui's side room, Duan Yuanqing. The surname Duan is not unfamiliar, and she is none other than the cousin of Murong Chui's late wife. 's similar face and similar temperament make this affectionate man see a few traces of his deceased wife on her body.

However, life and death are parted, and there is no time to see each other, I only hope that the person next to the pillow is still you.

He poured all his love and unfinished care into each other, as if his life was going through again.

It's just that the hateful Queen Mother is enough to be a haunt, and it is not enough to persecute Murong Trai's wife, when Murong Trai finally relived the beauty of yesterday from her sadness, she began to make endless troubles again. After Murong Chui married Duan Yuanqing as the continuation of the main room, the Zuhun clan was furious, as if he had seen the talented and fierce Concubine Duan resurrected and confronted her. She immediately made an edict to marry her sister Xiao Kezuhun to Murong Chui as the main room, and Concubine Duan could only be forced to be demoted to the side room.

But in his heart, she is his current wife, the only love of his life for the rest of his life.

When the woman saw Murong Drooping, her delicate eyebrows and eyes could not hide her thoughts and worries for many days, and finally turned into that full smile.

"Lord Wang."

Your safe return is the greatest hope.

The two of them don't even need to speak, a look, a lovesickness, and a concern all describe the most touching true feelings in heaven and earth.

It seems that the world is vast, but only these two people stand in each other's arms, and others can no longer blend in.

When Princess Wu saw this scene, her eyebrows and eyes with delicate makeup couldn't help but dim silently. What kind of emotion, it's hard to say, it seems to be angry, but there is a trace of indescribable envy.

Although I am used to it, every time I look at it, it is still like a needle piercing my heart, and no one knows the pain.

Don't be emotional, don't be sad, that's fine.

She doesn't hate her sister, this is the tragedy she chooses by herself, and it is also the "happiness" she chooses by herself. But there are so many women in the Zuhun family, even if she refuses the queen mother's request, there will be other women who marry Murong Chui. It's just that she worries that not every woman can be as good as she treats him. What's more, she categorically will not refuse, and even has a trace of joy and expectation for this belated marriage.

Don't ask for affection, but ask for a long time.

Compared with the Kezuhun clan, the concubine Zhao family seemed much calmer, she knew that King Wu and her were just a drunken accident, and she never thought or dared to think that she could be compared with Concubine Duan. However, her young son can capture the sorrow in her eyes at a glance. He frowned silently, lost in thought.

Seeing that her husband and Concubine Duan had both walked towards the mansion, Xiao Kezuhun secretly clenched her fingers holding Dankou into a fist, but on the surface, she still needed to maintain her dignity as a princess. She raised her head, her eyes were arrogant, and every movement revealed her innate dignity. She walked slowly, and went with the princess Ding to meet Murong Ling, who was walking behind, which was the only step she could find for herself.

"Ling'er, it's hard to go on this expedition, come into the mansion, Concubine Ding will personally cook your favorite dishes early in the morning."

The pink-clothed woman beside her had red cheeks, her head bowed slightly, and her sideburns and jade hairpins swayed gently, bringing out thin tassels, and a soft halo reflected on her delicate and beautiful face like a lily. I only heard her slightly shy, and called softly, "Husband." ”

Murong Ling glanced at her, his face was still indifferent, but he still nodded slightly, "Bother." ”

A few words, polite words, unfamiliar distance.

The woman's eyes darkened, like a floating leaf, and she lost her brilliance, and slowly lowered her head and was silent.

Seeing this, Murong Ling seemed to be soft in his heart and moved slightly, but in the end he chose to turn a blind eye.

As soon as they saw Murong Ling, several younger brothers immediately greeted them warmly, except for Murong Lin.

"Big brother, but it's hard? Go and get some rest, and tomorrow you will be able to make a good show with me, and I am guaranteed to impress you. Murong Bao put his arm on Murong Ling's shoulder familiarly, in the end, he was a sibling, no big or small.

"You, it's okay to read more military books in addition to practicing martial arts, haven't you heard of a plan against the enemy?"

His younger brother does have the courage of a husband, but he lacks some resourcefulness. Since he was a child, he has urged him to read more historical materials in military books, but he only has a soft spot for spears and knives, and he can't sit still for half an hour.

"The eldest brother just came back from the war, you let him rest for a few days, tomorrow I can't compete with the third brother with you." Murong Nong and Murong Long also came over.

"Or don't make a comparison, you go to read a book, save us a lot of trouble." Murong Nong took advantage of the presence of his eldest brother and deliberately put pressure on him so that he could read more military books.

"Take advantage of my eldest brother's presence to join me, right, and say that he is my good brother." Murong Bao turned his face away from him as he pretended to be angry.

Knowing that Murong Bao was faking to be angry, Murong Nong continued to provoke him and said, "Ku Gou, it's not that the second brother said you, if you don't read anymore, if you are careful, you will only know the kind of beating and killing." ”

In the eldest brother's place, he doesn't need to save any face for Murong Bao, just spur him on.

"Second brother! How can you say that about your brother who is both civil and military? Thinking of my Kugou, how can I inherit my father's great wisdom? ”

"Come on, you." Murong Ling glanced at him and couldn't laugh or cry.

"Okay, okay, even if Kugou isn't smart, my brothers are both civil and military, so I don't have to work so hard."

"To put it bluntly, you are lazy, how can there be unintelligent people, only lazy people who are unwilling to work hard." Murong Long also joked with a smile.

"Third brother, you also said me, have you ever heard that there is a specialization in the art industry, I can just fight! You still have to be able to fight on the battlefield, you think, if you turn your head and think so much, people's arrows and spears will be stabbed. ”

As Murong Bao spoke, he had already used his hands and feet together, and he made a gesture, which made them laugh.

This fourth brother, the name is really worthy of him, he is a living treasure.

Seeing that the four brothers were chatting happily, Murong Lin stood in place in a daze, his immature face still clearly revealed that it was incompatible with their atmosphere. He subconsciously felt that it was a circle that he couldn't get into even if he tried his best.

As if sensing Murong Lin's feelings, Murong Ling slowly walked in front of him, bent down and asked in a kind voice, "Lin'er, how are you doing?" ”

Although Murong Lin was a little resistant, he still replied, "Lin'er is diligent in practicing martial arts, studying military books, and growing up to be a heroic person like his father." ”

After hearing this, Murong Ling was very relieved in his heart, at such a young age, he worked so hard, he subconsciously felt that this younger brother should have extraordinary talents in the future.

"Lin'er is so diligent, the eldest brother is very happy." Murong Ling couldn't help but touch his forehead gently, his eyes were full of love.

However, as soon as he heard Murong Lin's words, Murong Bao's face immediately showed a trace of disgust.

At a young age, I always feel that it is not a good thing to be so strong.

Murong Ling had a very happy conversation with his brothers, strode into the mansion together, and passed by the princess without saying anything warm.