Reborn to be Incomparable

Just after the lunar new year, the jubilation in Dajin has not completely disappeared, and the weather has not yet warmed. The Murong mansion in the inner city has already been decorated with lanterns. The servants and servants are running in the palace in a hurry, with trays in their hands. Some of them carry fruits and vegetables, and some are Papi pots and other utensils.

The reason why it is so lively today is the day banquet of two young masters in Murong mansion.

The housekeeper stood in front of the door all the time, smiling at all the masters. He suddenly felt that he had been slapped heavily on the back. Then he turned his face. Subconsciously, he wanted to look back and see that the servant was so bold. When he turned around, he saw a man with beautiful appearance, luxurious clothes and golden dragon patterns, but his expression was quite envious.

Seeing that it was the ancestor, the housekeeper's face, which he had intended to curse, turned into a flattering smile: "Your Highness, the ninth prince, is here. The general is waiting inside. Please hurry up!"

Nanjingjin looked at the housekeeper in front of her with a flattering look, and pretended to be helpless. She said in a low voice with hints: "he can't wait for me. Maybe he doesn't want me to come. Unfortunately, today, we brought some good things to the two young nephews. He can't shut the door of this hall!"

Speaking of this, he seemed to think of something proud, and then said with joy: "furthermore, this hall is going to marry Miss Bai this winter. In terms of sentiment, we are both cousins and good friends of your general. You can't fool this hall. You must lead this hall directly to your general. Do you know that! ”

the housekeeper looked at him with a terrible look in his eyes, but on his face was a kind smile. He secretly scolded him. He was really an unstable master, but immediately raised his voice: "yes, yes, yes, how dare we violate the words of your highness, come on!"

"Steward, the little one is here."

Seeing that he was still excited by his little son, he immediately ran to wait for dispatch as soon as he heard the voice. The manager nodded with satisfaction, and quickly lowered himself to him, muttering to him, "this is your Highness the ninth prince. Be careful and take your highness to see the general."

On hearing that it was the ninth Prince's son, the youngest son in charge dressed up by the boy was shining in front of his eyes. He knew that this was an opportunity for his father to please the princes and nobles. The chicken nodded like a peck of rice. He looked around respectfully and said to Nan Jingjin, who was still looking around. He didn't know what idea he was thinking. "Yes, your highness, please."

When nanjingjin gave a grace, she carried her chin and followed him into the Murong mansion and walked directly to the hall where muronghao was. At this time, in the Liyu garden behind the second gate, a gentle and pleasant voice came: "cousin, chui'er and Chang'er are so cute, especially Chang'er looks like a cousin!"

Jiang Luoyu, sitting in front of the stone table in the garden, heard the words. Her tea cup stopped for a moment. Her eyes flashed over the child's face held by Bai Yiwan. The radian of her lips was deeper, but she did not reply. Instead, she listened to Bai Yiwan and then faced him with a sly exclamation: "but if you are a cousin, you must like to hang Er more."

After hearing this, Jiang Luoyu was a little surprised, but a moment later, he saw the sleeping star holding it in his arms. After three months, he had opened his facial features, but his facial features became more and more delicate, just like the man's murongshu. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly and said in a low voice: "what a clever ghost"

after that, he looked at Bai Yiwan's more and more proud smile, and his heart felt a little anxious Narrowly, she fixed her eyes on Bai Yiwan for a moment. Then she met her puzzled look and suddenly said with a smile: "if I remember correctly, it will be your good time to wait until winter. If I go back from Murong house today, I will not be able to come out before marriage, right?"

The daughter's family suddenly heard that marriage would be shy, not to mention the most timid Bai Yiwan in the White House: "cousin..."

Thinking of Bai Yiwan's marriage, the love at first sight between nanjingjin and Bai Yiwan, and the nine Prince's incessant struggle, which was even cited as a funny thing in the imperial capital city, Jiang Luoyu pinched Murong Chang's tender face in her arms with a smile, and her movements were extremely close.

"The ninth Prince's highness is of high moral character and good looks. He has military merits and gentle temperament. He is good friends with Zhaomin. In the future, even if he doesn't get to the throne, there will always be a prince. You are the gentlest one in Bai's family. Although you are a few years younger than your highness, you must get along well after marriage. Don't worry too much."

Bai Yiwan listened to his advice and knew that this was the right thing to do, so she nodded slowly. The imperial concubine Jianyi walked quickly into the corridor and bowed to Jiang Luoyu, who was sitting at the stone table. Bai Yiwan reported that "it's time for the hundred day banquet of the two little masters."

"It's time to have a feast."

Jiang Luoyu did not hesitate. Hearing the speech, Jiang Luoyu immediately stood up and took a look at Murong Chui, who was sleeping in the arms of sleeping stars. Although he was awake in his arms, he was very quiet. He stretched out his arm toward him, as if to let him hold him. He shook his head helplessly. He moved his arm and returned to his original position. He whispered to him that he wanted to return the child, but Jiang Luoyu was late Don't stretch out his hand late, some doubt Bai Yiwan said.

"If you like Chang'er, I'll lend it to you for the time being. Although I've become a woman's doubles, I can't hold my own baby. I'm as stiff as Zhao Min every time. I'll probably be much better when she grows up."When Bai Yiwan heard this reason, she immediately grinned. Obviously, she didn't expect that in her eyes, Jiang Luoyu, who is almost omnipotent, would not hold her child. She said in a soft voice, "what my cousin said is, then I will hold my little nephew."

Seeing that Bai Yiwan was holding her firmly, Murong Chang in her arms was unexpectedly honest. Jiang Luoyu nodded her head with satisfaction, reached out and tucked in the thin quilt. Then she turned around, clenched the ivory bone fan in her hand, and whispered, "let's go"

A few steps later, Jiang Luoyu saw Murong haoxuan There was a figure standing on the railing with a smile on his face.

Seeing the man, Jiang Luoyu was shocked. She turned back and looked at Bai Yiwan who was following her. Unexpectedly, she saw a little more blush on her face. She took Murong Chang for two steps and walked back to the Chuihua gate. She shook her head shyly at Jiang Luoyu, indicating that she was not in the past.

Jiang Luoyu knew that although there was no strict defense between men and women in Dajin, it was just like he and muronghao. If they met before they got married, they could not avoid some rumors. So he nodded to her, lifted his hand over the sleeping child in the sleeping star's hand, and walked back to the corridor with a soft light in his eyes: "Zhaomin."

When muronghao heard his voice, he immediately turned back. According to the color of his eyes, it was like a reflection. The water surface was wavy and beautiful. When he saw the child in his arms, he raised his hand and touched the soft cheek, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

The people standing by muronghao's side saw Jiang Luoyu with her child. They felt a lot of goose bumps on her back. In her heart, she was envious and envious. She took a few steps to peep at the child in Jiang Luoyu's arms, and dryly showed that she was still there: "Nei Jun, long time no see."

When Jiang Luoyu heard his voice, she gave murongshu in her arms to the sleeping star behind her. She said in a low voice with a smile: "Jingyu, see your Highness the prince."

"You don't have to be polite. This is my little nephew."

Nine Prince nanjingjin looked at him and took care of himself. He immediately looked straight and ran to the sleeping star. He peeped at the sleeping murongshu. Then he looked at muronghao and Jiang Luoyu for a long time. Finally, he breathed out a sigh of despondency and pointed to muronghao.

"It looks like you. Although I don't think you are as handsome as this hall, who makes the women of the world love men like you? Ah, now, with the heroism of the emperor, I'm afraid that after this little nephew in this hall, he will be a beautiful man who has done harm to the imperial capital and robbed the limelight. "

The ninth Prince's highness beat his chest and feet and accused the people in front of him. He didn't notice that after hearing this, Xuanyi people also couldn't help frowning. He wanted to beat the people in front of him to fly out with one punch. However, because Jiang Luoyu was still watching, Nan Jingjin didn't feel that the atmosphere was not right at all. After thinking for a while, he was in great pain It seems that he has finally made up his mind and stares at his husband and husband in front of him and says in a deep voice.

"Oh! It's all your fault! If you have Muxu, you can worship your daughter like this

When Jiang Luoyu heard this, she couldn't help but be stunned. Then she asked the people around her with her eyes. After getting muronghao's usual helpless eyes, she was in a bit of a tearful mood. She secretly did not expect that the prince was a man out of tune, and other matters and feelings were just as well. Can this be the case?

"Your Highness is so kind, Jingyu is not Dare or forget, worship the son to join the army together, Jingyu is very honored, very happy, but the matter of children's daughter's marriage, I'm afraid it can't be forced. You can see that your highness and my cousin, Zhao Min and I met and fell in love with each other. Although the children taught by his highness must be as good as his highness, most things in the world can't be predicted. Your highness is better not to be too persistent. "