"Can my sister still sing?"

Murong Xing is absolutely down, oh my God!

"Wow - my sister can sing, but she doesn't sing to Nineteen, my sister is a bad person, doesn't my sister like Nineteen? Sister Nineteen is so cute, why don't you like it? ”

Listening to Murong Qianhong crying and muttering a lot, Murong Xing was said by his last sentence.

Is he cute?

Fainting

No wonder Father and Xinya are so afraid that Nineteen offers to sleep with them, it turns out that this kid is really tormenting enough.

"Okay, I'll sing it to you, but you're going to sleep with me, okay?" Her two eyes were already fighting, she was really sleepy, and she felt tired even when she opened her eyes.

"Eun." Murong Qianhong nodded very obediently, and then got into her arms again, listening quietly.

At this time, Murong Xing stopped singing, but hugged him and lay down directly, humming a lullaby in his mouth, while his hand was still shaking his small body.

The lyrical voice echoed throughout the Guiyan Pavilion, and Murong Qianhong finally slowly closed his eyes, with a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth.

In fact, he has been sleepy for a long time, but he likes to play and make people in his bones, so he is strong in spirit.

But when he heard Murong Xing's first song, he was really much more sober, because this was the best voice he had ever heard.

He was expecting her to sing a song, this lullaby reminded him of the warmth of his mother, and he fell asleep deeply.

When he closed his eyes, he thought: In the future, he will sleep with Sister Xing'er.

This night, the singing in the Yan Pavilion was raging, the singing was moving, exuding a strong maternal love, until the end, Murong Xing kept singing this lullaby.

She was singing with her eyes closed all the time, as long as this kid moved uneasily, Murong Xing's voice would be louder.

Slowly, she finally couldn't resist the attack of fatigue and closed her eyes.

In the confusion, she felt that someone covered her with a quilt, she wanted to open her eyes, but she was really sleepy, and in the end she was defeated by sleepiness and fell asleep.

Standing on the bed, she looked down at Murong Xing, if, one day, they also had a child, would she sing to him so patiently?

Leng Lingfeng came over after Murong Xing returned to the room, because he was hit by ** in order to save the crown prince, so the emperor allowed him to stay in the palace.

So he gave him the opportunity to get close to the water, and quietly entered the Guiyan Pavilion, watching her coax Murong Qianhong, her helplessness and chagrin at first, and finally her patience and comfort.

Leng Lingfeng, who was behind the curtain, was still a little jealous at first, but seeing that Murong Xing had been coaxing Murong Qianhong, that kind of carefulness and patience was something he had never seen before.

One will be patient, one will not be annoying, one will be gentle, and one will be the old man with a curled mouth, Leng Lingfeng is like enjoying a beautiful picture.

Especially when she sang to Murong Qianhong, her voice was soft and beautiful, full of the natural maternal love of a woman.

Murong Qianhong fell asleep, she was still singing, Murong Qianhong moved, her voice became a little louder, and Leng Lingfeng got closer and found that she was singing with her eyes closed.

Finally there was no sound, Leng Lingfeng covered the quilt for her, saw her with a delicate jade hanging around her neck, and the spring breeze was blowing with hesitation on her face, and her heart was full of happiness

Because of the backlight, he didn't notice the dredging on her tightly closed, otherwise he would have felt distressed again.

looked at Murong Qianhong in her arms with a sad brow, and really wanted to drag him out and get into this gentle township by himself.