Chapter 268

Murong Ji saw him gradually approaching, his clothes flying in the bamboo forest, his high-quality and high-quality appearance became a foil. His dark jade like eyes were like whirlpool, not like ordinary kings, grandsons and nobles, but more like an immortal floating down from the nine days. For a time, he was fascinated by his demeanor, but immediately woke up, and his eyes were more surprised and appreciated.

Jiang Luoyu walked up to the two men and lowered his voice with a smile: "Zhaomin."

Murong Hao saw him go to his own body, according to the color of his eyes flashed, can not help but raise his hand to hold his fingers, eyes with deep attachment: "you come."

When Murong Ji saw them meet, he seemed to regard himself as a transparent man. He was not angry for a moment. He just couldn't help laughing and suddenly raised his voice: "I've seen his highness Xihua. Your highness is OK."

Murong sacrifice suddenly made a sound. They had looked at each other's eyes, and they immediately got wrong. Jiang Luoyu lowered his eyes slightly and turned over his body. Muronghao was a little embarrassed. After coughing twice, he raised his hand and introduced: "this is my second brother, the son of my father, the famous sacrifice, and the word Zhaoxi."

"Zhaoxi It reminds me of that painting Jiang Luoyu looks as usual. Before she came, she got news from muronghao. She knew who the man was and why. She knew that muronghao and his younger brother Murong Ji had always been getting along very well. Now, when she saw people, her eyes changed slightly. She also took out a long picture scroll from her sleeve and handed it to the smiling pale youth in the wheelchair.

"It's said that I don't have any valuable gifts for Mr. Murong's birthday. I hope Mr. Murong doesn't mind my poor handwriting."

Murong Ji saw that he had handed something. There was no special hope or flattery in his face. It was just as soft as the spring breeze. His smile on the corner of his lips did not decrease at all. For a moment, his eyes were more happy. He took the painting and said with a smile.

"What's your highness saying? The emperor came in disguise as such a noble person. He came alone to celebrate his birthday. He was the sweetheart of the eldest brother, and he would become the brother and sister-in-law of the sacrifice. Even if he came here empty handed, he was already very happy. What's more, the emperor also made paintings and gave sacrifices, which is a matter of great care."

Jiang Luoyu listened to his gentle tone and sincere words. He pointed to the picture scroll in his hand with a smile: "if Mr. Murong wants to see it, it's OK to open it now."

Seeing Murong Ji smiling and nodding, Murong Hao, who was getting along with them, stepped forward, took the picture scroll in his brother's hand, asked Jiang Luoyu standing opposite to open the colorful silk thread, and slowly unfolded a picture as long as a small stone road, depicting the mountains and green peaks, the small River, the red willow dew and the birds singing in unison.

"I heard that the young master was not able to move, so he could only be confined to a small garden in the early spring. He lost the beautiful scenery of spring. Jingyu went to the imperial capital in spring. At that time, Yihao went to the countryside to paint his favorite spring scenery in this volume. At this time, it was just for the young master to appreciate it. It's a pity that they were rushed out at that time. I'm afraid it's rough and hard to see. "

Seeing the scenery on the scroll, Murong Ji's eyes suddenly brightened, and a trace of blood appeared on his face. His whole spirit changed. He reached out his hand and touched the long scroll. He said with a loud smile, "thank you, Emperor. I like it very much."

Jiang Luoyu liked the painting very much when she saw Murong sacrifice. She couldn't pull her eyes off. When she looked at muronghao standing opposite, she met the man's soft eyes and couldn't help smiling. Murong Ji's excited voice came from her ear again: "brother, look at the sacrifice. The emperor has a heart like you. I'm worthy of being my brother and sister-in-law!"

Hearing his brother's praise of Jiang Luoyu's intention, muronghao's anxiety flashed through his eyes, and his expressionless and beautiful face deviated slightly. He suddenly rolled up the painting and whispered: "in such a short time, the friendship of several years can not compare with a painting. It's not nice to meet people. "

Murong Ji couldn't help laughing when he heard the speech. His pale face lit up. It seemed that he didn't expect such a cold and unsmiling elder brother would tell jokes. Until Murong Hao handed the painting back to him, his shoulder still kept shaking with laughter.

Jiang Luoyu stood beside them, and her eyes became softer and softer. Seeing Murong's smile, the smile on her lips became deeper.

After a moment, the sky slowly darkened.

Murong Ji sat behind the table just set in front of the wooden house, covered with a thick blanket on his knees. First, he looked at muronghao, who was sitting on his side in a dark suit and was playing the piano. He also looked at Jiang Luoyu, who was playing the flute. His fingers were playing with rhythm. He looked leisurely, and his eyebrows were filled with unspeakable joy.

At the end of the song, Murong Ji was intoxicated with the music of the piano and flute. He noticed that Murong Hao was standing beside him. He put the Qin in his hand in front of him. Suddenly, he drew out his sword from his waist. When the sword flower was pulled, he walked toward Jiang Luoyu, who was waiting for Jiang Luoyu with a smile in the moonlight.

The clear sound of sword light and bamboo flute percussion is like another music in the moonlight. Murong Ji holds his breath and looks at them both as a duel and a sword dance. With a smile, he drops his head slightly, his pale fingers hook the strings, and a broken music starts in the dense bamboo forest.

Until the mid day of the month, after the three people had finished their sword dance, they sat down behind the table. Because muronghao was still silent, he drank wine and chanted poems. Jiang Luoyu and Murong Ji had a good chat. After the dark, they were still in the middle of the moon, but their heads were still ringing, and the brilliant fireworks shot into the dark night.When he sent Jiang Luoyu back to the white mansion, the horizon was already white.

Muronghao had a good time playing all night. Muronghao had already been taken back to the house by muronghao's messengers. At this time, the morning sun had not risen, and the misty water vapor in the bamboo forest was stained with the blue sleeves and black hair floating in the wind of jiangluoyu. Muronghao followed him closely, and his eyes never left him.

"If your brother is not really in bad health, he would be like your mother and father. He has excellent literary talent, martial arts, looks and demeanor. He is amazing." Jiang Luoyu seems to have no idea of his hot eyes, but he is still unable to conceal his appreciation after a night's talk with Murong Ji.

"Whether it's astronomy, geography, poetry and poetry are excellent. After talking with him for a night, I didn't feel sleepy at all. On the contrary, he was very energetic. Indeed, the Murong family produced outstanding talents

Speaking of this, he seems to finally feel that the people around him have a little bad look, can't help but smile and turn his head to ask.

"What's the matter, keep staring at me?"

Xuanyi looked at him with a cold face for a while, as if to see something from his face. His words were steady: "I'm looking at who you are going to marry."

When Jiang Luoyu heard this, he suddenly became black. He raised his hand and stabbed him with a bone fan You

Murong Hao grasped his bone fan without expression. His eyes were still hot, almost burning people, but his face was still standing still. Jiang Luoyu was helpless and angry, but his words were more interesting, like those in front of provocation.

"I like your brother very much He is much more interesting than my brother. He is worthy of being a descendant of a family background. He is good-natured, handsome, and proficient in musical instruments, poetry and odes. If he can be like an ordinary person, as long as you have three points of martial arts, you will be the first beautiful man in the imperial capital

Speaking of this, Jiang Luoyu leaned slightly and approached the Xuanyi man in front of her. She picked up her finger and said with a smile, "my eyebrows are so deep that I didn't eat my brother's vinegar."

Muronghao finally couldn't help humming. He pulled him into his arms and hugged him tightly. His thin lips swept over the delicate skin of the man and blocked the lips that still wanted to speak: "if you continue to boast like this, you can't tell."

Listening to his coquettish voice, like that frail young man in white at that time, he thought that the two people had come to this stage. Jiang Luoyu could not help but feel soft and held the man's shoulder with his back hand, quietly embracing each other in the bamboo forest, enjoying the silence of the short film.

The mist on the bamboo leaves solidified into water droplets, which slipped down in the gradually bright world and did not enter the land with a tick.

"Your brother looks very ill. Although he has been very energetic last night, his eyes are blue and black, and there is a faint breath between his eyes Is it about to... "

They had already reached the edge of the bamboo grove, and further on was the chuihuamen gate. Just as Jiang Luoyu was about to put on his bamboo hat, Jiang Luoyu suddenly remembered something and asked with a slight frown.

Muronghao saw what he said frankly and knew that he wanted to help himself, so he nodded and said in a low voice: "the doctor I found two years ago has no way to deal with his illness now. A folk doctor I have been inquiring about a few days ago has some eyebrows, but he refused to enter the imperial capital to cure Zhaoxi. I have sent someone to arrest him."

Jiang Luoyu heard that he used such a method. For a moment, she was helpless: "if you force that miracle doctor so hard, if you catch him angry and refuse to treat your brother, what should I do?"

Muronghao sighed, and a puzzled look flashed on his face: "you know my life experience - the only one left for my eldest uncle's legitimate son, and he is deeply attached to his aunt and refuses to marry again In terms of love and etiquette, I must keep the legitimate son of my uncle, or even the dead mother and father will not be at ease. "

Looking at his gloomy eyes and eyebrows, Jiang Luoyu shook his fingers. After seeing Murong sacrifice with his own eyes, he would feel sorry for his frail body and high-level talent and morality as long as he was kind-hearted. What's more, his brother who is related by blood: "don't worry too much. I'll help you if he really refuses to cure him."

"I know." Murong Hao nodded, stretched out his hand, grasped his wrist, lifted his breath, and led him to the eaves. He made a gesture to the dead men in black who came to hear the sound gathering. After they all retired, he took Jiang Luoyu out of Murong mansion easily. "Half a month later, it's Wuya's party. Wait for me in front of the White House. I'll pick you up."

When Jiang Luoyu heard that he was coming to pick him up, he shook his head in front of the man's gentle eyes, and said with a smile, "if you go to pick me up, it's too light to cut you off at the White House. You'd better go alone."

"I'll take you back."

"Good."

"No, I've forgotten something." They walked slowly to the gate of the white mansion. Muronghao watched him enter the gate. Just as he was about to drop his eyes, he heard Jiang Luoyu's smiling voice again. He immediately raised his head and looked at the man turning on the steps with burning eyes.

"There is a man I want to entrust to you. When you go to the party, you will bring her into the party."

Murong Hao looked at the dark light that flashed through his eyes. He then turned around and walked towards the gate of the white mansion. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared between his eyebrows and eyes. He fixed his eyes on the figure that was going farther and farther away. It was as if he had seen the figure who had just entered the capital of takongHis carriage, hidden in the bottom of his eyes, could not see the young man calmly.