The cubs assigned by the empire are a bit cute

In the dead of night that night, Jiang Muhan suddenly woke up from his dream, hugged the child in his arms behind his back, felt his warm breath, and his beating heart suddenly calmed down.

He bent down instinctively, protecting the little guy on his chest, and wrapped his arms firmly around his body.

It was not clear whether it was the child snuggling up to him, or he was snuggling up to the child, even eager to draw some warmth from him.

Jiang Muhan dreamed of his elder brother who had committed suicide, the family member he used to be closest to besides his parents, but always regarded him as a thorn in his side and a thorn in his flesh.

He imagined countless times that if he hadn't been born in such a family, the relationship between him and his brother would never be so tense to the point of life and death.

Unfortunately, all the past is gone.

The old things that he never talked about on weekdays suddenly became a nightmare, Jiang Muhan couldn't sleep, he put his arms around the little guy and kissed his forehead.

Xu Shi felt feverish in sleep, so he wiped off the little hat himself, but the curls of hair scratching his ears seemed uncomfortable, and his soft little hands always pushed some of them away unconsciously.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Jiang Muhan helped him put on his little hat, and couldn't help but kiss his hair again through the soft hat.

"Pull...pull..."

The hazy calling sounds humming and chirping, and it seems to have the milky scent of cubs.

Jiang Muhan thought that his hands were too heavy to hold him comfortably, but after careful identification, he realized that he was calling unconsciously, his heart became softer, and he whispered softly on his little head: "Kukou, baby?"

The button baby that brings vitality and joy to Shengmei Palace.

Koukou didn't even know that his father was called a baby, but he only knew that it was safe to sleep next to his father. His little hand grabbed the hem of his father's pajamas and let out a slight breathing sound.

In a flash, Jiang Muhan thought of his aunt's reaction today, thinking that he had indeed neglected his only relative all these years.

My aunt has always been alone, and she never has a person of her own, and she will never be willing to be lonely.

Jiang Muhan asked himself, these years are indeed ruthless.

If it wasn't for Koukou, maybe he wouldn't even know that he and his aunt were no longer like a family.

On the one hand, he regrets that he and his elder brother cannot be like ordinary relatives, and on the other hand, he neglects his aunt.

At this moment, he already knew that the past was the past, and he had to cherish the family in front of him.

Jiang Muhan couldn't help it, and kissed the cutie in his arms again with a smile on his face.

A small person with great energy made him, an adult, start to reflect on his behavior, which is really incredible.

The next day, Koukou woke up in a daze.

He seems to be dreaming, dreaming...

What did the dream come from?

Koukou scratched his little ears, but couldn't remember.

Hearing his father walking over while getting dressed, he asked suspiciously: "Baba, why don't you remember your dreams? Have my dreams been stolen?"

He wondered if he was dreaming or not.

Why is the little head so confused?

Dream stolen?

The poetic flavor of childish words surprised Jiang Muhan.

He stepped forward and picked up the little guy: "No, who dares to steal our little prince's dream? I'll catch it for you and let him return it to you."

"Yeah!" Koukou nodded earnestly. Although Dad was sometimes naughty, his words were always full of authority.

He believes that if there is such a "dream stealer", Dad will definitely catch it.

Jiang Muhan explained that people often dream, but not every dream can be remembered. If you really don't remember it, it doesn't matter. Maybe you will dream the same content again in the future.

Naturally, he hoped that the little guy's dream would only be bright and colorful.

Koukou listened very carefully, and when his father finished speaking, he said happily, "I want to dream of Tiantian, surrounded by many, many sweets. When I want to eat, I just need to open my mouth wide like this."

When he said this, he really opened his mouth.

Jiang Muhan smiled.

Innocent, if it wasn't bad for him to eat too much sweets, he really wanted to fulfill his dreams right away.

He teased the little guy and said, "Are you so lazy? You don't even use a spoon to eat? You don't use your hands?"

Koukou said very naturally, "Baba, get it for me!"

"Dad won't take it."

"Yeah~ Baba wants to take it~"

"Dad won't take it."

"Um~um~baba~baba~"

"Okay, here you go."

"Puba is the best~"

The long corridor was filled with the childish laughter of the cubs, mixed with Jiang Muhan's deep smile.

Mornings at the Palais Sainte-Beaux have never been so light and bright.

During breakfast, Jiang Muhan took the initiative to ask about Mrs. Cen's friend's current situation and illness.

Mrs. Cen was a little surprised to see that he rarely cared about her private affairs, and said truthfully: "Health is much better, but family affairs have to worry about a few children, and being upset has affected the recovery of the disease."

Jiang Muhan glanced at the little guy who was listening carefully, wondering if he understood with his dumbfounded appearance.

He asked: "Come to Shengmei Palace to live for a while, as a self-cultivation? Go back when the New Year's Eve comes?"

Mrs. Cen was a little absent-minded while holding the milk.

Like his father, Koukou was waiting for his aunt's words, and urged on his father's behalf: "Auntie, why don't you talk?"

Mrs. Cen held Koukou's little hand and touched his finger bones: "My aunt heard it, and she was thinking about it. Go back and ask my good friend if he would like to come and live at home for a few days."

Koukou nodded obediently, and then said to his father, "Baba, do you want your good friend to come and play with us?"

He thought that he wanted to take over his aunt and his father's good friends just like picking up Xiaojin.

Jiang Muhan tapped his head: "Eat breakfast. Children don't have to worry about adults' affairs."

Koukou twisted his little head: "Ugh~"

Pout to eat.

Mrs. Cen was also thinking about Jiang Muhan, she hadn't heard of anyone he had a good personal relationship with, his status made it difficult for him to have so-called friends like ordinary people, not to mention his cold personality.

However, she also thought of someone and asked, "Your Majesty, when you joined the army, did you have a friend named Tang Yusen, who is now the commander of the Ninth Army?"

Koukou reacted faster than his father, holding up a small spoon and rushing to answer: "Ah! I see, it turns out that Baba's best friend is the uncle who gave away Little Hulu?"

"Cough..." Jiang Muhan, who was drinking juice, choked for no reason.

Nervously, Koukou hurriedly picked up the white napkin and handed it to his father: "Baba, eat slowly, why are you eating so fast?"

Jiang Muhan thought: I eat fast, or your little mouth is fast?

This little head obviously doesn't remember last night's dream, but still knows that Tang Yusen sent Little Hulu here?

Good and bad memory?

Seeing this, Mrs. Cen smiled slightly: "It turns out that the little snoring we have buttoned up was given by Tang Yusen."

Koukou nodded and pointed to his father: "I don't know Uncle Tang, Uncle Tang gave it to Baba."

He suddenly realized, with an expression of "I already understand", "It turns out that Ba Ba's good friend is Uncle Tang."

He looked at his aunt, "What does Uncle Tang look like, aunt?"

Mrs. Cen hadn't seen Tang Yusen a few times, but she vaguely remembered meeting Tang Yusen once in the corridor of the main hall of Shengmei Palace, standing with Jiang Muhan.

She said according to the picture in her memory: "Wearing a military uniform, he is very tall and tall, taller than your father."

Following Mrs. Cen's words, an image of a particularly tall and mighty uncle appeared in Koukou's mind, and he expressed admiration from the bottom of his heart: "Uncle Tang is really powerful."

Jiang Muhan couldn't take it anymore, and asked, "Why is he so powerful? You haven't met him yet, so you already know?"

Koukou nodded honestly: "Uncle Tang is taller than Dad, that's very powerful."

"Heh." Jiang Muhan couldn't help laughing at this childish words, "Then you are fatter than me?"

Koukou squinted his eyes and thought carefully, and finally shook his head, showing a mysterious smile: "It's better to look better than Dad, and it's not good to be ugly."

Mrs. Cen laughed, she was really clever.

Jiang Muhan couldn't tell if he was praising himself, forget it, just treat him as a little guy praising him for his good looks.

Afternoon, Regency Hall.

Xiang Ming, the commander of the First Legion, is presenting the state of the Empire's national defense this month.

He has been in the army for many years, and his voice is sonorous and powerful, but there are no ups and downs in his speech, and he speaks too many lengthy words, which makes people feel a bit boring.

Jiang Muhan was used to it and listened very carefully.

Finally, when the report was clear, Xiang Ming said, "Tang Yusen from the Ninth Legion sent a report, hoping to invite His Majesty to the desert city."

He sent the report over, "Twice a year, it seems that Tang Yusen really wants His Majesty to inspect the soldiers he brought out."

This is a person with real talents.

It is absolutely impossible for the commander of another legion to take the initiative to invite His Majesty to go.

Jiang Muhan's long and narrow eyes glanced at the report, but he didn't intend to take it, he just asked, "Why did I hand it over from you?"

The last one he remembered was sent directly to Shengmei Palace.

Of course he didn't.

Shengmei Palace is too busy with official duties, and he has [-]% trust in Tang Yusen, so there is no need to go there.

Xiang Ming said: "Maybe it's because there are many things going on in Shengmei Palace, and his report will be mixed in, so His Majesty won't be able to see it?"

As the commander of the Imperial Capital Defense Corps, to be honest, he has an average relationship with Tang Yusen; however, as a soldier, Xiang Ming respects Tang Yusen from the bottom of his heart.

It should be said that anyone from the Henghai Empire should respect Tang Yusen and the Ninth Legion he brought out.

The desert city where the Ninth Legion is located is a gap in the defense of the entire empire. It is so difficult and troublesome that it is impossible for any commander to strictly guard against impregnable defenses.

Xiang Ming saw His Majesty's eyes drooping slightly, not sure what His Majesty meant. "However, His Majesty has a lot of work to do, and it's impossible to just go as soon as you say..."

Jiang Muhan suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at Xiang Ming calmly: "Tell him, let him prepare, I will arrange it, and leave at the end of the month to have a look."

Xiang Ming immediately took the order, thinking: How did Your Majesty think of the past this time?Is it a major signal?

After waiting for about half a minute, Jiang Muhan said, "Tell him, I will take the little prince with me."

"That's it." Xiang Ming was a little surprised and said directly, and immediately said seriously, "Okay, I will convey it."

Why take the little prince to inspect the Ninth Army?

What is this signal?

When Xiang Ming walked out of the Regency Hall, some Monks Zhang Er were still puzzled.

When eating dinner, Koukou learned that at the end of the month, my aunt's good friend will come to Shengmei Palace, and my father will take him to another city to visit Uncle Tang.

"why?"

He put down the chopsticks suspiciously.

"Why?" Jiang Muhan was more puzzled than he was, wasn't he what he hoped for?

Koukou and Dad stared at each other for a few seconds before saying, "I want to talk to my aunt's good friend. Can't we let Uncle Tang come to our house? Our house is so big?"

He pointed to the vacant seat at the table with a straight eye and methodically, "Here, take the good friend of my aunt. There, take the good friend of Baba, and here, take Xiaojin."

Well arranged.

Mrs. Cen and the maid standing not far away laughed.

Jiang Muhan admired his "reasonable appeal" and "beautiful vision", and laughed in a low voice: "You report to the Empire Planning Center tomorrow, how about going directly there to take a job? I will arrange a job for you as the director of the Planning Center."

"Ah?" Koukou was confused, "What and what?"

It's all words he doesn't understand.

Jiang Muhan asked bluntly: "Then you don't want to go out to play? Shall I go alone?"

"I want to go too." Koukou frowned, how could it suddenly become so complicated?

Can't it be done at the same time?

Mrs. Cen said comfortingly, "Koukou, you should go to see Uncle Tang with your father. Auntie's friend has been sick all the time, and she may have sickness, and I'm afraid it will infect you."

Koukou could only nod his head, and then smiled expectantly: "Baba, is Uncle Tang's house fun? What can we play?"

He hadn't been out with his father yet, and he instantly entered the longing mode.

Jiang Muhan thought about the environment and situation of the desert city: "You can play with mud every day."

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