Chapter 24

At last, Liu Wei got off the carriage with her son in her arms.

Once on the ground, Liu Xiaoli hurried to the grass, turned to see the adults looking at him, and ran away uneasily.

When Liu Xiaoli comes back, the carriage continues to drive. Liu Xiaoli's attitude towards Rong Ling is much better because of the incident just now.

"Uncle, can I see your sword?" The little guy looked at the sword which he put on his side, his eyes were bright.

"Allow Leng to nod:" OK, just be careful

Liu Xiaoli climbed over with her hands and feet, trying to pick up the scabbard, but couldn't!

Let lengmou with a little smile, the sword ahead of time, handed to the children in front.

Liu Xiaoli hugs, but it's too heavy. As soon as he hugs, he presses his body and makes his face straight and bitter.

Rong Ling quickly took the sword away and said to the child, "this sword is too heavy for you. I will make you a small wooden sword in the evening."

"Really?" The little guy's eyes are brighter.

Liu Wei looked at it, obviously very reluctant to call out: "Xiaoli, come here! Don't disturb my uncle. "

Liu Xiaoli crawled back to her mother.

Rong Leng looked at Liu Wei, who was talking in a strange way. Suddenly he said, "I like your son very much."

Liu Wei was extremely sensitive and quickly retorted: "the Lord likes it again. This is also my son. It has nothing to do with the Lord."

"Rong Leng sneers:" this king won't rob with you

Liu Wei snorted in a flustered voice, stopped looking at him, and turned back for a while and said, "you'd better remember that!"

Rong Leng said calmly, "how can you rob your son, who is nameless and has no share in the king? Unless I become my son in the future. "

Liu Wei's heart was thumping, and he swallowed hard. He stopped talking to the Lord.

Liu Xiaoli didn't know the twists and turns between these adults. He only knew that after tonight, he would have a small wooden sword of his own.

Just think about it!

That night, they rested in the inn. Rong Ling really asked Xiao Er to take some wood and cut it into a whole set of swords, swords and sticks with a dagger.

Liu Xiaoli ran to his room after supper and watched him cut the solid wood into different weapons in three or two times. His eyes were shining with admiration.

"Uncle, you are so good!" The little guy said sincerely that he hated this man before he forgot.

Rong Ling's praise for the little guy was very good. He quickly cut two strange double swords and handed them to him.

Liu Xiaoli holds a sword and sips her lips: "uncle, what is this?"

"Double edged sword, both sides are blades."

Liu Xiaoli touched the left side and the right side, and raised her head: "but she didn't pierce my hand."

"When you learn how to use it, you can change it to another one with a blade."

Liu Xiaoli nodded, inserted his swords into his belt, learned the posture of wusheng in the play, and walked around the room with his head held high.

Liu Wei went to the second child to ask for hot water. When she came back, she saw that her son and "the one who is good" were all going to be a family!

Do mother's eyebrow immediately wring up: "small Li, said don't disturb uncle, quickly go back to the room."

Liu Xiaoli showed off his two swords and waved them ostentatiously: "Dad, look at my sword. It was made by my uncle."

"Give it back to my uncle!"

Liu Xiaoli was stunned, his mouth was bulging, and he was going to cry.

Rong Leng raised his head and his eyes were cold: "this king sent him." Said, let Leng touch the little guy's head: "take it back to the room, and I'll give you the rest."

Liu Xiaoli sniffs, looks at his mother and uncle. I don't know who to listen to.

Liu Wei breathed, and knew that she was too strict. She let go and said, "listen, take it back to the room."

Liu Xiaoli immediately smiled, holding two swords, and happily went out from her mother's side and ran back to the room.

The son left, Liu Wei this also wants to leave, but behind the light male voice suddenly rings: "you don't want so fierce to the son."

Liu Wei took a look at the corner of her mouth, and then she said, "it's my son!"

Rong Ling: yes

Liu Wei: "I have my own discretion on how to teach my son. Don't worry about it."

Rong Ling: "Oh."

Liu Wei: "..."

The feeling of punching cotton

Liu Wei feels that talking to this man a lot is really a kind of harm to his stomach.

She has a stomachache now.

Back in the room, Liu Xiaoli had got into the bed and saw that the two swords were still in his arms.

Liu Wei picked up her eyebrows and said, "take it out."

Liu Xiaoli refused and held it tighter.

"Do you want a father or a sword?"

Liu Xiaoli is struggling. Does he want his mother and sword?

Just four years old child, still don't know how to choose, just look at mother, and look at sword, finally shed tears, will double sword shaking hands to pass."I want dad." He mumbled in a very low voice. Liu Wei heard that, and some heartache. It's not easy for her son to have a toy. She shouldn't take it away. But when she thinks that it's made by his father, she instinctively wants to lose it as far as possible. With a sigh, she put her swords beside the bed and put them around her son: "you like it. Will dad make one for you tomorrow?" "Yes." The little guy nodded stiffly. Liu Wei touched his hair: "Dad can't do worse than that uncle. What else do you want? Dad can do it for you. Do you want the scalpel?"? Didn't you always want one? Will dad ask someone to give you a call? " Liu Xiaoli kept silent and buried her face in her clothes. "Why don't you talk? Don't you want it? " The little guy didn't say a word. "Xiaoli?" Holding up his son's face, Liu Wei saw that his son's face was full of tears. "What's the matter? Don't you like it? Then tell Dad what you like. " The little guy tightened his mother's skirt and said in a low voice, "I want a sword." Liu Wei frowned: "why do you need a sword? You didn't like it before." The little guy didn't say a word again, but tears fell one by one. Liu Wei's heart softened: "well, here you are." Said, the two wooden swords into his arms. Liu Xiaoli, holding a smooth wooden sword, stopped his tears and sobbed for a while before saying, "I, I have learned the sword, so I can protect my father." Liu Wei was a little angry at first, but he was stunned when he heard the words. He felt his son's hair and his tone was soft: "how old are you to protect his father? If you go far, you need Dad to hold you. " Liu Xiaoli's unconvinced retort: "I, I can go by myself..." After a pause, "I'll go by myself." "Is that what you said? We can't say that we have to work hard in the future. We have to go any further by ourselves. " The little guy is struggling. He feels like he will lose a huge welfare once he agrees. But seeing Niang's narrow eyes, he bit his teeth and nodded: "MMM!" Liu Wei smiled and shaved the tip of his nose: "that father will wait and see." "Well..." This time, I have promised, obviously I am not enough. In the next room, Rong Leng's robe was completely lying on the couch. Hearing the conversation between the mother and the son at the other end of the wall, the beautiful corners of her mouth were raised. In fact, he thought that the name of Rong Xiaoli was better than Liu Xiaoli.