Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

"I want one of our children, don't you?" Xian'a's voice still carried the lingering aftertaste.

"Didn't we say something before? There's no rush."

"I'm 24 years old, Chong, we've been married for almost ten years." Holding back her tears, Qian Ah choked up and said, "Is it true that you never wanted it?"

Murong Chong was stunned for a moment, don't you want to?This is indeed the case, that's why he secretly added medicine to Xian'a's meal, and that's why he never mentioned the child to her.

But now he doesn't know, maybe it's Xian'a's unshed tears at this moment, maybe it's the unknown that everything will be changed, which makes Murong Chong's mood not firm at the moment.

After a long silence, Murong Chong finally said, "Then let's have one, our child."

Xian'a, who was about to give up, lowered her head, looked up into Murong Chong's eyes in surprise, and asked in surprise, "Really? Are you willing?"

Murong Chong looked into her eyes full of joy, swept away the anxiety in his heart for a moment, kissed her forehead, and said softly: "How can a husband not want his wife to give birth to him? "

Xian'a immediately threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

Murong Chong smirked and said: "Then let's continue to work harder now?" After speaking, she moved her body a few times, the part of her body that hadn't separated from each other stimulated Xian'a's body again, and this time, she I was full of anticipation and hugged him tightly...

After staying in Jingcheng for a day, Murong Chong and the others slowly set off. Compared with Murong Chong's suppressed expectations, although Xian'a was looking forward to the arrival of the child, she also faintly felt that after returning to Pingyang, everything would change. , which is why she is more eager than ever for a child to tell her that this period of time really existed.

They were not in a hurry, so they only had people urge their horses to walk slowly on the road. When they were bored, they came down to breathe and rest. This was the first time that Murong Chong felt that the road he had walked many times became closer and more lovely.

Murong Chong lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, saw the rare winter sunshine outside, asked someone to stop the carriage, took Xian Ah down, the two of them took a walk under the warm winter sun, the carriage followed far behind.

Seeing Murong Chong holding her hand, Xian'a really hoped that the journey would be longer, and that it would be longer so that when they got there, they would already be aging slowly.

Murong Chong lightly squeezed Xian'a's hand, recalling her wandering thoughts, and said with a smile: "It seems that the two of us have more and more in common."

"What?" Xian A asked.

"For example, mind wandering unconsciously," Murong Chong replied with a smile, "But the difference is, I know, but you don't."

Xian'a suddenly looked at Murong Chong slyly, and said, "Then you pretended to be thinking about other things and avoided answering my questions on weekdays, all on purpose?"

Murong Chong shook his head with guilt intentionally, causing Xian'a to rush towards him to fight.

The two quarreled for a while before continuing to walk obediently.

Murong looked at the faintly visible village in the distance, and couldn't help sighing: "My whole life seems to be walking in the cold wind of winter, and now the sun has finally come out."

Xian'a didn't speak, but just held his arm tightly and walked quietly with him.

They didn't sit back in the carriage until the sun had tilted a lot, and the sunlight scattered on their bodies had lost their warmth.

The carriage began to speed up, but they still did not rush back to Pingyang until it was dark.

Seeing Murong Chong's carriage coming back, Ping Yi immediately rushed forward as if seeing a savior, and before Murong Chong got off the carriage, he called out: "My lord, there is something urgent!"

Murong Chong frowned, and withdrew the hand that was reaching out to Xian'a, he lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, and saw Ping Yi was about to jump into the carriage.

"Go down!" Murong shouted.

Hearing Murong Chong's voice, Ping Yi realized that he had lost his composure, and quickly retreated, but he still couldn't hide the anxiety in his eyes.

Murong Chong turned his head and glanced at Xian'a, and was about to say something but Xian'a spoke first: "Hurry up, see that Pingyi must have something important to do like this, he's already at the gate of the house, I can go back by myself without getting in the way."

After listening to Xian'a's words, Murong Chong didn't say anything more, nodded to her and jumped out of the carriage.

Ping Yi followed Murong Chong's footsteps to the study room, although he was very anxious in his heart, he still held back and didn't say anything.

"Tell me, what is it that made you so anxious?"

Murong Chong's words gave Ping a moment of amnesty, and hurriedly said: "The palace has sent a letter to your lord."

Murong Chong asked suspiciously: "This matter made you so anxious to get into my carriage?"

"And, yes, a message from General Murong."

"Uncle?" Murong Chong smiled sarcastically: "Didn't he feel like a duck to water in Fu Jian's court, and thought of sending a message to me, an exile?"

Ping Yi plucked up his courage before he said anxiously: "General Murong said that if your lord doesn't pay attention to your actions, he, he will make your lord not even the governor of Pingyang..."

After Ping finished speaking, he quickly looked at Murong Chong's reaction, so as to estimate what punishment he would receive later, but to his surprise, Murong Chong was not only not angry, but smiled brighter and brighter.Ping Yi couldn't help shivering, and his intuition told him that this must not be a good sign.

Murong Chong pondered quietly for a while with his eyes downcast, and then said to Ping, "Is the message finished?"

Ping nodded.

"What about the letter from the palace?" Murong Chong asked.

Ping Yi hurriedly took out the letter from his pocket and gave it to Murong Chong.

Murong Chong took the letter, and did not open it in a hurry, but held it in his hand with great interest.There was nothing on the envelope, no one knew who wrote it, and no one knew who it was addressed to.Murong Chong guessed that he must be familiar with this person, otherwise this person would not be afraid of being recognized by him by writing on the envelope.

This person, I want him to read this letter.

Murong Chong raised the corner of his mouth, this is interesting, the letter from the palace after nine years, who will write it to him?

Murong Chong thought for a while, put the letter in his hand on the table, and was not in a hurry to open it. Since this person wanted him to read the letter quickly, he might as well wait a few more days.

Ping Yi looked at Murong Chong with a puzzled face and threw the letter aside without even opening the envelope. Although he was very curious in his heart, under Murong Chong's long-term pressure, he obediently did his master's job and didn't talk too much.

"Ping Yi." Murong Chong called softly.

The moment these two words were uttered, all Pingyi's curiosity was dispelled. He looked at Murong Chong carefully, waiting for him to speak.

Murong Chong stared at the flickering candles on the desk, and finally said slowly: "Since I call him Murong Chui uncle, there is no reason not to reply to his message... You can send someone a message, and say that although my actions He's a bit older, but he's more restrained than his subordinates. Since everyone has the same goal, I don't mind helping him, but if he wants me to step down from the position of Pingyang prefect, he can give it a try with confidence. "