Chapter 615

"There are people chasing us all the way, only we, mother and son, can't go." Rong Jue's voice was dull. "Uncle Ji's contacts are good. He sent people to escort him all the way."

The royal family members chased and killed them for the sake of the royal face, while the other one who was not a relative was protecting them. All kinds of different tastes can only be understood by putting themselves in them.

Mu Qingge hugged Rong Jue and kept silent for a moment before asking, "Uncle Ji... What kind of person is he?"

"What kind of people? Do you mean appearance or personality? " Rong Jue asked. Without waiting for mu Qingge to reply, he said, "he looks a little similar to Yan'er. He looks elegant and gentle. He is much more gentle and approachable than he looks."

The evaluation is quite high. Mu Qingge can see that Rong Jue seems to like Uncle Ji.

"He has only one child, Yan'er?"

"Well." Rong Jue gently touched the hair on mu Qingge's head. His movements were tender and affectionate. His voice was very low and clear in the silent night. "He has been waiting for his mother for 12 years. If she doesn't go back to him, he will probably never marry."

Never marry

This word, mu Qingge, is only seen in TV dramas and books. It's the first time that I know that someone will never marry for another person.

In Mu Qingge's heart, he was agitated and helpless. "He was the only one left in Ji's pulse. It was really not easy for him to stick to this point."

If the nation wants to revive and the family wants to grow, it is generally not up to him to be so presumptuous. He should bear a lot of pressure.

"It's not easy." Rong Jue light said, and with mu Qingge said some of his things in jueyan.

In jueyan, he actually had a good life. Huangfu Weitian treated him as well as ever. Uncle Ji treated him as his own. The three members of the family were very warm.

In a flash of time, it will be three years.

In the past three years, the emperor has been thinking of all kinds of ways to let Rong Jue return to the apocalypse. After all, the grand Apocalypse prince was raised in jueyan. He didn't know how many people laughed at him.

However, no matter what method the emperor used, Huangfu Weitian ignored him.

Later, because Huangfu Weitian had nothing to offer in a few years, Rong Jue stayed in jueyan and let the elders on jueyan's side feel suspicious. They worried that the remaining territory of jueyan would change their surnames and constantly put pressure on Huangfu Weitian.

At that time, the situation was urgent, and the Apocalypse was forced step by step. Thirteen year old Rong Jue returned to the Apocalypse alone.

There was a long way to go. When Rong Jue returned to the apocalypse, he was already fourteen.

At the age of 13, a man can enter the society with the ability and qualification. Only a few months later, when he was 13 years old, he had already dealt with the affairs in the court. At the age of 14, he had a place in the court.

However, when Rong Jue went back, the emperor summoned him and gave him a mansion, and there was nothing left. Until now, he had no place in the court.

It turns out that this is why he did not enter the court as an official. The Apocalypse emperor was defending him!

He's in jueyan. Jueyan's elders defend him. His apocalypse and all his relatives defend him. Listening to Rong Jue's cold and light words, mu Qingge can't help but feel distressed and gently kisses him on the chin.

He was sandwiched between two sides. People on both sides didn't believe him. He should feel bad. At that time, he was only thirteen or fourteen years old. At that time, there was no one close to him. How helpless and confused he was at that time

"What's the matter?" It's rare for her to take the initiative. Rong Jue looks down at her, but she looks at herself with a distressed face. She can't help but be stunned.

Then some release, cuddle her helpless and love shallow smile, "fool, this is how long thing." He is a human being, helpless, confused and distressed. However, he is not an ordinary person. Once these emotions come out, he will automatically block them. Some people are not worthy of showing these emotions.

He has always been able to judge accurately whether he is an enemy or a friend, whether he trusts or not.

Never waste unnecessary emotions and emotions.

Mu Qingge said nothing and hugged him tightly. In fact, such words brought out many hidden topics and secrets, but she didn't intend to ask again.

There is no big difference between knowing something and not knowing something. However, some wounds, which have been uncovered many times, will be completely destroyed.

Feeling the unusual quietness of muqingge, rongjue's heart was warm, as if something had been filled, and the warm velvet was in full bloom.

"Go to sleep." Rong Jue gave her a shallow kiss on her forehead. "It's getting late."

"Good."

Before the love, plus a conversation, already after five, mu Qingge actually tired, smell speech will obediently close your eyes.

The next day, mu Qingge wakes up late. When she wakes up, Rong Jue is no longer in the room. Only when she asks can she know that he has already gone out to work.

After eating breakfast, mu Qingge went to see Ji Ziyan. He saw that Ji Ziyan, holding a brush in his small hand, was struggling to lie on the table and practicing calligraphy with the housekeeper.

Mu Qingge looks at Renxiao, and even writes with difficulty. But Ji Ziyan, who is very serious, suddenly thinks of Rong Jue's words last night.

He was born in the royal family of jueyan. His parents loved each other harmoniously. He should have had a perfect and happy life, but his parents died miserably at a young age, and he had to leave his hometown and rely on them. For him, the only relative who had the blood of a thief was also his only one. Why not pity him?

Mu Qingge sighed secretly, with mixed feelings in his heart.

She wanted to talk to him, but seeing his serious appearance, she decided not to disturb him.

As she turned away, the housekeeper saw her, "Princess!"

Ji Ziyan's eyes were bright. He threw the brush in his hand, jumped down from the high chair and ran, "little mother, are you here?"

Mu Qingge had to turn around and hold up the child who was holding her skirt. She gave him a kiss on his face. As she walked in, she asked, "I was practicing calligraphy just now?"

"Well! I've been practicing for more than an hour. " Ji Ziyan nodded heavily and stared at her with shining eyes, a look of asking for praise.

More than one hour?

This season, just an hour ago, right? He got up so early?

Mu Qingge doubts and looks at the housekeeper, but he doesn't smile.

As soon as mu Qingge saw it, he knew that the child's tone was more exaggerated.

She did not open it, touched his head, and then gave him a kiss, "well, very good, I'll see how you write."

Mu Qingge put the little boy on the high chair he was sitting in before, then picked up the calligraphy on the table and looked at it carefully.

To be honest, although he is only three years old, there may be pressure on jueyan. He has been taught to read for a long time, and he can already recognize many words.

He is small and difficult to write, but his handwriting is far better than that of a child of five or six years old.

"Not bad." Mu Qingge looked at the calligraphy and couldn't help praising it.

The little boy shook his legs and laughed happily.