Comprehensive wear Meng Po comes a bowl of soup

Chapter 315 Murong Fu

Li Qingluo said: "It's not necessarily a good thing that the incident happened sooner. Now that your nephew is still young, it's better to raise him so that he doesn't make the same mistakes as his father. Give up those unrealistic ambitions. Maybe you can live a happier life." .”

Patriarch Wang said: "Hey, even though that's the case, senior doesn't know my sister."

At this time, a young woman dragged a boy about two or three years old and stumbled in.As soon as he entered the flower hall, regardless of the presence of an outsider like Li Qingluo, he began to cry, "Brother, save me, brother. How could those people do this? My Murong family is a descendant of the royal family of Yan Kingdom, how could they do this?"

Patriarch Wang slapped the table and stood up, pointed at her, and said, "Say one more thing? Your Murong family? Wang Zhifu, don't forget, your surname is Wang, and you are from Song Dynasty!
For that ridiculous ambition, Murong Bo tried to stir up disputes between Song and Liao, even if he died, he would not regret it.If you still recognize yourself as the Wang family and me as the big brother, then you will break with that Murong Bo! "

Wang Zhifu was stunned for a moment, took two steps back, and cried: "That's my husband, how could I abandon him when he was in trouble? Brother, how can you say such heartless words?"

Patriarch Wang said: "I also know what you think, you want to be a queen? That's why when your father stopped you from marrying Murong Bo, you used a hunger strike to force your family to agree.

What is the situation now, have you seen it?Not to mention that Murong Bo has no soldiers and no power, even his character of abandoning his wife and children in a critical moment is not enough to subdue the people of the world. How can such a person be a king?Simply delusional! "

The two brothers and sisters of the Wang family were arguing over the matter of severing justice with Murong Boen.

Li Qingluo looked at the child Mrs. Murong brought, Murong Fu.After little Murong Fu was dragged into the flower hall by his mother, he was thrown in the same place, he probably fell down along the way, at this time his mother didn't care about him, so he sat on the ground and cried while supporting his knees.

He cried very softly, occasionally sobbing twice, looking a little pitiful.

Li Qingluo took an orange from the desk, opened it, broke a piece and gave it to him to eat.Murong Fu raised his head to look at her, his eyes were ignorant, and he glanced at his own mother.The other party is still arguing with his uncle.Then he carefully took the orange from Li Qingluo, and sipped the orange juice in small sips.

After he finished eating one petal, Li Qingluo handed him another petal.

After eating the second petal, Murong Fu looked up at Li Qingluo longingly with his small head, as if saying: I've finished eating, I want more.

Li Qingluo laughed lightly, and said: "Oranges are hot in nature, children should not eat more, or they will get angry."

Little Murong Fu pursed her lips, as if she wanted to cry, but she just lowered her head and showed a disappointed expression.

When he saw Li Qingluo handing him another petal, little Murong immediately raised his head and grinned contentedly, his eyes shone like stars.

Li Qingluo felt a little emotional, such a child who can be happy just for a piece of orange.Then how did he become an unrealistic careerist.

After eating the oranges, little Murong was completely off guard against Li Qingluo.Holding her knee up with her little hand, she whispered childishly, "Grandpa, oranges are so sweet, can I eat them later?"

Li Qingluo bent down and touched his little head, and said: "You can eat it only tomorrow. What else does the little guy like, grandpa will bring it for you tomorrow?"

Murong Fu blinked his eyes twice, looked at his mother again, pursed his lips and said, "I like reading books, and I like practicing martial arts."

Although he said so on his lips, his eyes were completely different from the sweet oranges he ate just now.I also saw that he always looked at Mrs. Murong.Li Qingluo knew it, probably his mother always taught him this way on weekdays.

The quarrel between Patriarch Wang and Mrs. Murong became louder and louder. Seeing that little Murong seemed a little scared, Li Qingluo squatted down and talked to him.

"Then what books do you like? Grandpa has a lot of books at home. You can read everything you want?"

"I, I like, I like books."

Li Qingluo saw that he thought about it for a long time but couldn't tell what book he liked, and saw that he was still young.Murong Bo disappeared for two years after the incident at Yanmen Pass, and soon after he reappeared, he feigned death.That Mrs. Murong doesn't seem to be a genuinely caring child.Probably except for brainwashing him every day, I didn't teach him very seriously.

So now the child only knows that he likes books and martial arts, but he doesn't know what he likes.

Li Qingluo stretched out her hand to pinch his bones, she really deserved to be Bei Murong who later became as famous as Qiao Feng.Although in the novel he has been tortured by blood after meeting the protagonist group, his roots are still good.If he hadn't become an ambitious man, he would be able to become a grand master by concentrating on practicing martial arts all day long.

Although the members of the Murong family are unreliable, their ancestors are famous for being beautiful men.Good-looking people mostly end up with another good-looking person.Therefore, it has been passed down to Murong Fu's generation, even though he is still young now, he can know that after the growth is over, he must be like a tree in the wind.

It is in line with the requirements of the Xiaoyao Sect to accept disciples.

Li Qingluo said to little Murong: "Do you want to go home with grandpa? Grandpa has all kinds of books at home, and he can learn any martial arts."

Little Murong blinked again, and said, "Are there any oranges?"

Li Qingluo was amused by his words, and said: "Yes, there are not only oranges, but also apples and plums. There are also a lot of caramel and honey."

Every time Li Qingluo said the same thing, little Murong's eyes lit up a little, and when it came to caramel and honey, little Murong was even amazed with "wow".Li Qingluo asked: "Little guy likes to eat sweets?"

Little Murong said: "Mother said that sweet things will make people corrupt. So you can't eat them."

After he finished speaking, he covered his mouth, looked at Mrs. Murong again, then grabbed Li Qingluo's knee and said, "Grandpa, you can't tell mother that I ate oranges. I will be locked up."

An unknown fire rose in Li Qingluo's heart.

After barely suppressing it, she picked up little Murong and walked out of the flower hall.

Li Qingluo had already walked to the garden, and Mrs. Murong hadn't noticed her son was missing yet.She took little Murong to the kitchen.Put him on a desk next to the stove and rummage in the cabinet.

He found a small pot of honey, filled a bowl with hot water, lowered it to lukewarm with internal force, mixed some honey, took a spoon to feed it to little Murong, and said: "This is honey water, you can taste it. "

Little Murong took a sip from the spoon, then smiled and said, "I want more, it's so sweet."

After drinking a bowl of honey water, the silly boy sold himself and said, "Grandpa, I want to go home with you. I like you so much."

Li Qingluo patted his head with a smile, and said: "After talking to your mother for a while, I will accept you as a disciple and take you back."

However, before Li Qingluo returned to the flower hall, he heard the servants of the palace shouting for her in all directions.Li Qingluo thought it was Madam Murong who found out that the child was missing and sent someone to look for it.I thought to myself, how much motherhood does this person have.Then he picked up little Murong and went to the flower hall with lightness kung fu.

　In the original book, Murong Fu's age is a bug, so let's ignore it. According to the set age, he is ten years older than Wang Yuyan and three years younger than Xiao Feng.

　　
　
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