"A lot of things have happened in the imperial court recently, and disasters are always happening in various places, and the border areas are not stopping... In addition, we have to deal with Huan Bi and continue to track down the assassins, so we are always busy with official duties." Murong Xitian's voice had a faint tone.
He looked distant, completely different from the warm look just now.
Xia Ziluo felt even more distressed after hearing this: "Shouldn't I bring the children to quarrel with you? It's my fault. I should ask you first. They also had similar fun. I took them to fly kites. You continue.
Go ahead and be busy. However, to be honest, you have to eat on time when you are busy."
Every word she spoke was full of concern, but it didn't sound right to his ears.
Murong Xitian pursed his lips, thinking that recently she would always make late-night snacks for him, or she would suddenly have breakfast with him on a whim, or even come to his study every now and then to stay for a while.
He thought she was about to take action, but he waited and waited, but nothing happened.
It seems that I really want to be friends with him.
So, is this concern real?
"No, it's rare that the weather is nice, so I should take a rest and be with you." Murong Xitian finally decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes and see how Xia Ziluo continues to perform this scene.
What he said was to accompany you, not the children... Xia Ziluo felt warm in his heart after hearing this.
"Put Ze'er down. You've been going crazy with them for so long and you're tired." Xia Ziluo took a considerate step forward and winked at Murong Ze, "Ze'er, come here, mother hugs you!"
"Mom..." Murong Ze opened his arms with a happy face and made a gesture to ask his mother to hug him.
Murong Xitian put her down and put her into Xia Ziluo's arms. Then he rubbed Murong Ze's head unnaturally: "Just give her a hug. Mom is weak and not as strong as dad."
"Yeah." Murong Ze nodded obediently.
Xia Ziluo kissed her forehead and said, "How about it? Daddy has played with you too. Do you want to go fly a kite with mom?"
"No, I haven't had enough fun yet." Murongze shook his head without thinking.
Murong Xin immediately stood on the same front as her sister: "Mom, we still want to play with daddy. Daddy, we have played lifting high, what should we play next?"
The expressions on the two sisters' faces as they looked at each other were so cute that it made people reluctant to reject them.
Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian in embarrassment, and his eyes suddenly fell on the marble table in front of him. There were rice papers spread out on it, as well as pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Could it be that Murong Xitian came to the back garden because he wanted to
Painting?
That’s right, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting can best cultivate one’s sentiments, and is a more suitable way to relax during breaks.
"Shall we watch dad draw?" Xia Ziluo pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the marble table.
Since the children want to interact with Murong Xitian, then just watch him draw, which will not make Murong Xitian tired.
The two sisters pouted, and Xia Ziluo's eyes widened for a while before compromising: "Okay, but we want to paint with daddy."
"Is that okay?" Xia Ziluo raised his eyes and looked at Murong Xitian questioningly.
Murong Xitian shrugged: "Okay, I can also test their studies."
Xia Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it didn't disturb him or ruin his rest. She carried Murong Ze to the stone bench and sat down. There happened to be two free writing brushes on the table, so she took them and shared them.
Give one to each of them. "There have been a lot of things happening in the imperial court recently, disasters are always happening in various places, and the border areas are not going away... In addition, we have to deal with Huan Bi and continue to track down the assassins, so we are always busy with official duties." Murong Xi
Tian's voice was vaguely distant, completely different from the warm look just now.
Xia Ziluo felt even more distressed after hearing this: "Shouldn't I bring the children to quarrel with you? It's my fault. I should ask you first. They also had similar fun. I took them to fly kites. You continue.
Go ahead and be busy. However, to be honest, you have to eat on time when you are busy."
Every word she spoke was full of concern, but it didn't sound right to his ears.
Murong Xitian pursed his lips, thinking that recently she would always make late-night snacks for him, or she would suddenly have breakfast with him on a whim, or even come to his study every now and then to stay for a while.
He thought she was about to take action, but he waited and waited, but nothing happened.
It seems that I really want to be friends with him.
So, is this concern real?
"No, it's rare that the weather is nice, so I should take a rest and be with you." Murong Xitian finally decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes and see how Xia Ziluo continues to perform this scene.
What he said was to accompany you, not the children... Xia Ziluo felt warm in his heart after hearing this.
"Put Ze'er down. You've been going crazy with them for so long and you're tired." Xia Ziluo took a considerate step forward and winked at Murong Ze, "Ze'er, come here, mother hugs you!"
"Mom..." Murong Ze opened his arms with a happy face and made a gesture to ask his mother to hug him.
Murong Xitian put her down and put her into Xia Ziluo's arms. Then he rubbed Murong Ze's head unnaturally: "Just give her a hug. Mom is weak and not as strong as dad."
"Yeah." Murong Ze nodded obediently.
Xia Ziluo kissed her forehead and said, "How about it? Daddy has played with you too. Do you want to go fly a kite with mom?"
"No, I haven't had enough fun yet." Murongze shook his head without thinking.
Murong Xin immediately stood on the same front as her sister: "Mom, we still want to play with daddy. Daddy, we have played lifting high, what should we play next?"
The expressions on the two sisters' faces as they looked at each other were so cute that it made people reluctant to reject them.
Xia Ziluo looked at Murong Xitian in embarrassment, and his eyes suddenly fell on the marble table in front of him. There were rice papers spread out on it, as well as pens, inks, paper and inkstones. Could it be that Murong Xitian came to the back garden because he wanted to
Painting?
That’s right, playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting can best cultivate one’s sentiments, and is a more suitable way to relax during breaks.
"Shall we watch dad draw?" Xia Ziluo pointed to the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the marble table.
Since the children want to interact with Murong Xitian, then just watch him draw, which will not make Murong Xitian tired.
The two sisters pouted, and Xia Ziluo's eyes widened for a while before compromising: "Okay, but we want to paint with daddy."
"Is that okay?" Xia Ziluo raised his eyes and looked at Murong Xitian questioningly.
Murong Xitian shrugged: "Okay, I can also test their studies."
Xia Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it didn't disturb him or ruin his rest. She carried Murong Ze to the stone bench and sat down. There happened to be two free writing brushes on the table, so she took them and shared them.
