Mrs. Wang and Duan Zhengchun hurriedly gathered around to see their grandson and granddaughter. The old score of old sesame seeds and rotten millet that they just mentioned had already been thrown out of the window with the birth of their grandson and granddaughter.
As soon as the door opened, Murong Fu walked into the delivery room in three steps and squatted in front of Wang Yuyan regardless of appearance.
"Ma'am, thank you for your hard work."
Murong Fu's eyes were full of love and compassion, and he gently held the hand extended by his wife.
"Fulang, did I do well?"
Wang Yuyan's eyes were also full of love.
"Very good, you are the best wife in the world."
Wang Yuyan smiled sweetly and fell asleep quietly with her pillow on Murong Fu's shoulder.
...
Three days later, everyone in the Murong family gathered together to "baby wash" the two newly born members of the Murong family. The so-called "baby bath" is a custom in Suzhou. Three days after the baby is born, parents, relatives and friends gather together.
, wash and bathe him.
"Oh, what should I name this rich young man?"
A'Zhu smiled and held the sleeping baby girl in her arms, her eyes full of love.
Murong Fu held Wang Yuyan's hand, and the two of them walked out together. Each of them was in the Xiaoyao sect, and their inner strength had already reached the state of transformation. They had a transcendent, elegant and fairy-like temperament. Anyone who saw it would say "What a good one"
To the couple of gods and immortals.”
Murong Fu smiled and said: "Yu Yan and I have discussed it. Girls should be named with the character 'Ning', and boys should be named with the character 'Yan'."
As he spoke, Murong Fu placed two pieces of rice paper with one word written on each in front of everyone. There were silver paintings with iron hooks on them, which clearly said "Ning" and "Yan".
Duan Zhengchun clapped his hands and said, "Okay! I will live in peace for the rest of my life, and Yan Ran will be happy. Great. My two grandsons should be safe and happy for the rest of their lives."
Murong Fu smiled softly and looked tenderly at his son and daughter who were already asleep.
Their father is the best in the world of martial arts today, their mother is the princess of Dali, their grandfather is the future emperor of Dali, and they also have the great-grandmother of the Empress Dowager of Xixia. It is great for these two children to be able to spend their lives in peace and contentment, talking and laughing.
The greatest blessing.
"Let me see my nieces and nephews"
From a long distance away, Feng BoE's loud voice reached the hall through the heavy curtains.
Murong Fu smiled slightly, Feng Bo evil was still the same, straight-tempered.
Feng BoE and Bao BuTong came hand in hand, but only two of the four ministers arrived. The remaining two, Deng Baichuan, were still in confinement in the Shuige because of their personal involvement with Murong Bo, while Gong Yeqian was far away in Luoyang.
I had important business, so I didn’t rush back.
Murong Fu looked at Feng BoE and Bao BuTong and sighed with emotion: These two were loyal and upright from the beginning to the end. Although they had various flaws, they could not hide their flaws. They could be regarded as heroes in the past.
When Nian Murong Fu was still young, he had the help of these two people. Now that he is full-fledged, he should protect them and give them a good home.
Murong Fu stepped forward and said, "Brother Bao, Third Brother, and Fourth Brother Feng, long time no see."
...
The night is as dark as ink.
Under the sparse starlight, two black figures in night clothes quietly entered the Shaolin Temple.
The person who came had good martial arts skills and was extremely secretive, so he did not alert the monks who were on duty at night.
After the two sneaked into the temple, they did not go to important places such as the Sutra Pavilion. Instead, they rushed straight to the monk's residence where the monks of the lower courtyard lived. This was where a group of lower-ranking monks from the Shaolin generation Xu and Kongzi lived.
In the darkness, one of the men in black hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't help the anxiety and excitement in his heart, and cautiously asked: "Mr. Gongye, is my child really here?" But it was a woman. sound.
One of these two people was Ye Erniang, who had already changed her ways under Murong Fu's instructions, and the other was Gong Yegan who was sent by Murong Fu.
Gong Yeqian glanced at Ye Erniang and said coldly: "Ye Erniang, I want to reunite your mother and son for the sake of your sincere repentance. As for whether your son recognizes you, a mother who has done countless evil things, It all depends on your own destiny."
A trace of worry flashed across Ye Erniang's face. She knew she had made a mistake and apologized hurriedly: "Yes, yes, Ye Erniang has inherited the great kindness of the young master. From now on, Ye Erniang will definitely change her mind and do good and eliminate evil."
Gong Yeqian snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to her. If it weren't for the Young Master's order, he would not want to pay attention to this devil who had the lives of countless babies in his hands.
Walking to a separate monk's dormitory, Gong Yeqian patted the door gently. The door bolt broke silently, and the slight sound could hardly be heard. Ye Erniang was slightly shocked when she saw it: she had known it earlier. This retainer of the Murong family has good palm power, but he didn't expect that he would reach such a proficient level. You must know that it is not too difficult for martial arts practitioners to break the door bolt with the power of his palm. Even ordinary escorts in the world have it. This hand. However, it is a hundred times more difficult to break the door bolt without making any sound. Just like as long as a person has legs, it is not difficult for people, old, weak, women and children, to walk thirty feet, but they have to walk within ten breaths. If you reach thirty feet, there are not many people in the world who can do it.
"Your son is inside. Go in. Remember, it only takes one stick of incense to come out immediately."
Ye Erniang bowed to thank her and gently opened the door with an uneasy feeling.
In the dim Zen room, a large flame danced happily on a small oil lamp. It was the fourth watch at this time, the darkest moment of the day. On several desks, a few scattered volumes of scriptures were slightly yellowed, and a person The young monk in gray robes rested his head on his arms and was already fast asleep.
Ye Erniang stretched out her hand tremblingly and touched the back of the figure in front of her. However, when her fingers were about to make contact, she retracted it as if she was caught by a flame.
Xu Zhu slowly opened his eyes. He had just studied the Lankavatara Sutra all night. Unknowingly, he fell asleep on the table. He had a long dream. In the dream, he saw his biological parents who had been separated for many years. When he woke up Unconsciously, my eyes were already moist.
Xu Zhu panicked slightly and quickly turned around and knelt down: "Master Huilun, I didn't fall asleep while doing my homework on purpose. I'm guilty."
Sensing that there was someone in the room, he subconsciously thought that the person was his master, Monk Huilun. However, the earnest reproach he expected from his master did not come to him. Feeling slightly strange, he slowly raised his head and was slightly startled.
The person in front of me is not Master Huilun, but a female donor whom I have never seen before.
The face of the female donor was covered with scars for some unknown reason. Her original appearance was no longer clear, except for the tears that were about to burst out of her big eyes.
Xu Zhu was startled, he bowed and saluted and said: "Female benefactor, you visited the Shaolin Temple late at night. Why are you looking for the young monk?"