If possible, she really wanted to leave the palace and travel alone;
But will the people of Murong Mansion and the emperor let her go?
Xuanyuan Yiche followed Murong Qian's gaze and looked at the flood. She was a good queen and a good wife.
It was just God's will that made her marry Nangong Jin.
He wanted to do something to help her, but he didn't know how.
Back at the translation station, Murong Qian went to find Murong Sheng;
Murong Qian looked at Murong Sheng who was in a daze on the roof, as if he was homesick.
Murong Sheng had heard the sound a long time ago. He had remembered the sound of his sister walking since he was a child, but now his sister walks lightly!
Murong Sheng laughed at himself, if this is not his sister, then who is?
"Brother, why don't you rest up so late?"
Murong Qian approached Murong Sheng and looked at him, only to see him looking at her with a puzzled expression.
He lowered his head unconsciously and looked at his clothes. It was okay. Why was he looking at me like this?
Murong Sheng kept looking at Murong Qian without blinking, and the two of them were embarrassed for a while and didn't know what to say.
"You haven't had any rest, haven't you? Why, do you want to see your brother if you have something to do?"
Murong Sheng's eyes left Murong Qian and looked at the moon that was full due to the middle of the month.
Tomorrow his little sister will treat floods. He doesn't know why he can't sleep today.
His sister will save the country and the people. He should be happy, but at the same time he is also worried.
Their father is not a good father, but he is their biological father;
As the eldest son of the Murong family, he could ignore the Murong family, but he could not ignore Murong Qian.
At the same time, Murong Sheng was caught in a dilemma...
"Brother, would you like to resign?"
Murong Qian waited for a long time before getting her brother's answer. She didn't like to talk in roundabout ways, so she was shocked with one sentence;
She knew that Murong Sheng stayed because of her, but she was no longer the Murong Qian she used to be.
She hoped that he could leave the palace where he could not distinguish right from wrong, and then find someone he loved deeply to spend his next life.
Murong Qian's words made Murong Sheng feel strange. For a moment, he felt that his sister had grown up and knew how to care about his brother.
Looking at the sky,
"Mom, you should rest in peace. My sister is very sensible!" Murong Sheng picked up the wine next to him and poured it on himself. He was happy instead of worried.
When Murong Qian saw it, he thought Murong Sheng was stupid, why did he wet his clothes, and the alcohol smell was so strong;
However, she felt that Murong Sheng would listen to her and she would not let him get stuck in a deep palace struggle anyway.
"Okay, Xiao Qian, my brother promises that after you cure the flood, you will return to the palace, resign and leave the capital, but you have to promise your brother that you will do well;"
For the sake of your brother, you have to do well.
Murong Sheng did not say this. After all, his good sister finally grew up;
He is no longer the Murong Qian who danced swordsmanship with him before.
"Thank you, brother."
To be honest, Murong Qian was indeed very happy because she had a good brother in ancient times.
"Xiao Qian, would you like to practice sword practice again with your brother?"
Murong Sheng's requirements were not high, but Murong Qian had forgotten her past, so she hesitantly said:
"Brother, I haven't practiced for a long time, and because of my physical discomfort a few days ago, I forgot a lot of things."
Lowering her head a little guiltily, she wanted to say that she was not his sister;
But she was afraid that it would turn into a tragedy, so she could only remain silent.