MTL - Rebirth of Glory and Splendour-Chapter 32 adopt

How could Wei Mao know Wei Chongrong's thoughts going back and forth a thousand times, and he kept talking to himself: "Little wolf cub, without the support of the Fourth Emperor, how can you be proud in the future?"

"Stinky cat, dead cat, shut up! Don't talk nonsense! My daddy won't let me!" Not only the name is like a cat, but also looks like, thin and small, weak.

Wei Mao has always been used to running rampant in the palace, and when he was provoked, he suddenly became furious: "You are a stinky wolf cub, a dead wolf cub! Second brother is right, you and the fourth emperor should not come back at all. , coming back is trouble, I hate you to death!"

As soon as these words came out, Wei Chongrong was completely angry, why should they not come back, Wei Zhao is the prince of Dayan, the king of Qin who was proclaimed by Wei Su, why can't he come back. Also, he doesn't care how other people speak ill of their father and son, but Wei Mao, why should he.

Why did Wei Zhao go to the battlefield back then? It wasn't because Ji Qing was dead, Jun Lin was dead, and there was no one in Ji's army. Wei Zhao was the king of the county when he was ten years old. His military achievements were just the icing on the cake. It didn't matter. However, the palace of Changning fell into decline, Ji Wan fell out of favor, Wei Ming and Wei Su had political disagreements, the position of the prince was unstable, and Wei Su was determined to take back Youzhou. Wei Zhao's actions were not considered factors for the East Palace, how could he be sorry? Dayan, sorry for his Wei Mao.

The more Wei Chongrong thought about it, the more angry he became. He couldn't get angry at all without beating Wei Mao, so he rushed up. Anyway, he was still young, and it wouldn't be too serious to be punished for his wrongdoing. Wei Chongrong admitted that he was venting his anger, and it was not only Wei Mao's words that made him angry, but also for other reasons.

Wei Mao is only one year older than Wei Chongrong, and he is as tall as him. Wei Chongrong shot the first punch, and he was beaten to the ground.

In fact, Wei Chongrong saved his strength. If he beat Wei Mao as Pei Di, he might not even be able to cry.

Seeing that the son of the King of Qin pressed the prince's son to the ground and beat him, the palace servants outside the hall were so frightened that they went up to pull the frame and went in to report.

Wei Ming got the news and came out soon, followed by Wei Zhao and Jun Feili, and the faces of the three were not very good-looking.

When they saw the two children who had been separated, they all felt that the report of the palace servant was wrong. What kind of fight was this, it was clearly Wei Mao who was beaten unilaterally.

Compared with Wei Mao's bruised face and unrecognizable miserable appearance, Wei Chongrong's clothes were a little wrinkled, but there was no sign of injury at all. The contrast between the two was too stark.

"Mao'er, tell your father, what's going on?" Although Wei Mao was the one who looked more pitiful, Wei Ming didn't soften his heart and asked him first.

Wei Mao sobbed and hummed from time to time, how could he say it. Wei Chongrong kindly said to him: "Uncle, the third brother said that daddy doesn't want me anymore and wants to adopt me to the second uncle, is it true?"

Wei Zhao froze when he heard the words, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he adopted Wei Chongrong to Wei Xu. Why was no one mentioned to him about such a big thing? He turned to look at Wei Ming, but saw that his expression was dark and unclear. Come out of nowhere.

Wei Ming stared at Wei Mao and said solemnly: "Mao'er, are you telling him what Rong'er said?" Adopting Wei Chongrong to Wei Xu looks very good, good for everyone, only one point , Wei Ming didn't think Wei Zhao would nod in agreement.

Wei Mao stopped crying, his eyes dodged from side to side, but he didn't look at Wei Ming. Compared with his father who occasionally punished him for copying books, he was more afraid of his father, although he always treated people gently, never corporally punished their brothers and sisters, and he didn't even say harsh words.

"Mao'er, look at me and tell me if what Rong'er said is right?" Sure enough, Wei Ming's tone was never harsh, even more relaxed than before.

Wei Mao bit his lip and raised his head, and said timidly: "Father, my brother beat me, it hurts so much..." Then he showed him the scar on his face, trying to get away with it.

Wei Ming held Wei Mao's hand with one hand, and gently stroked the bruises on his face with the other, and said warmly: "Rong'er beat you, it was Rong'er's fault, and the father will ask him why. But now the father wants to ask, Why did Rong'er hit you, did you say those words?"

Wei Mao couldn't get through, so he nodded and argued for himself: "Father, what I said is not a lie. The imperial grandmother really said that her younger brother should be treated as a son by the second uncle."

Wei Zhao's face instantly turned gloomy to the extreme. He originally thought that Ji Wan was not close enough to Wei Chongrong, because the time together was too short, so she was not as good as the Wei Xuan brothers and sisters, but her heart was the same.

Now, he finally understands that the mother and the father are the same. She never thought of accepting his Rong'er. She tried every means to take Rong'er away from him. She and the father, There is no difference at all.

Originally, Wei Chongrong beat Wei Mao, no matter the reason, from the standpoint of the elders, he should teach Wei Chongrong a lesson and give Wei Ming and Wei Mao an explanation, but at this moment, he has no such mood at all.

Wei Zhao pulled Wei Chongrong to his side and said to Wei Ming, "Brother Huang, help me tell my mother and sister that I am not feeling well, so I will go back to the house first." Do not hesitate.

They don't like Rong'er, he doesn't force it, it's his son, he likes it himself, but why don't they tell him, they will give his son to others, don't even think about it, he will never Impossible to agree.

Wei Zhao said that he would leave, leaving Wei Ming to sigh silently in the yard. If this matter is not handled well, there will be endless trouble.

Jun Feili picked up Wei Mao, comforted him, and asked Wei Ming: "His Royal Highness, the fourth brother just left, you see..." Wei Zhao's waywardness is really not something ordinary people can resist. He got angry and left, Wei Zhao left. Ming has to go and explain to the queen.

Wei Ming said with a wry smile: "Azhao is leaving, even if you put a knife on his neck, you won't be able to keep anyone. Feili, take Mao'er back first and pass the imperial physician to show him, don't let the mother know about it, I'm going to tell the queen mother and the royal sister that Ah Zhao took Rong'er back."

Watching Wei Ming enter the hall, Jun Feili sighed faintly. Wei Mao was puzzled and said, "Father, why is the father so kind to that little wolf cub? I would rather hug him than me, doesn't he like Mao'er?"

Jun Feili frowned, and said solemnly: "Mao'er, where did you hear the **** words, you are not allowed to say it again in the future, or I will punish you to copy the Three Character Classic ten times, do you hear it?"

Wei Mao shrank his head and muttered in a low voice, "I heard what the second brother said, Daddy, do you punish him too?" Since he was going to be punished, the more people the better, Wei Mao betrayed Wei Lan without thinking.

Jun Feili frowned when he heard the words. Isn't Wei Lan's attitude very correct in front of Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong? How could she teach her younger brother to say these words. Before he could think about it, Wei Mao covered his head and cried out in pain, Jun Feili didn't dare to delay, and hurriedly took him back to the East Palace.

On the way home, Wei Zhao had a cold face and didn't say a word. Wei Chongrong sat beside him and didn't say anything, just looked up at him from time to time.

Back at the mansion, Wei Chongrong said good night to Wei Zhao, and was about to turn back to his yard when he heard Wei Zhao say, "Rong'er, don't leave, I'll spend the night here at Daddy's place tonight."

"Oh!" Wei Chongrong answered happily, jumping into Wei Zhao's arms with cheers.

Wei Zhao picked up Wei Chongrong, kissed his left and right cheeks, pressed his forehead and said, "Don't be afraid of Rong'er, no matter who it is, Daddy will not want you." Wei Xu wanted Son, the best way is to bless Wei Xiao, the idea of ​​hitting his son is useless.

Wei Chongrong put his arms around Wei Zhao's neck and smiled happily: "I believe Daddy, but can Daddy not listen to what the grandfather and grandmother say?" What he cared about was not Wei Zhao's attitude, but Wei Zhao Can you withstand the pressure from both sides of the Emperor and Empress?

Wei Zhao snorted lightly and said indifferently, "I won't listen anymore, they can do anything to me. I have my own way to deal with the father, as long as the father doesn't nod, the mother and queen can't be the master of the adoption. ."

Seeing that Wei Zhao was confident, Wei Chongrong immediately felt relieved and no longer worried about this matter. He has now realized that it is good to have a child with a father. No matter what happens, Wei Zhao will bear it for him, and he doesn't need to worry about it at all. He is really happy.

After the Qianqiu Festival, Wei Zhao and Wei Chongrong continued to live a regular life of practicing martial arts in the morning and studying in the afternoon. None of them mentioned the word "adoption" again, as if it had never appeared.

At the end of October, Junqing sent someone to send a letter to Wei Zhao. Wei Zhao read the letter with a worried expression on his face, and said in his mouth: "Qinger is really nonsense, Xiner doesn't care, it's not fun to go up and down, stumbling and stumbling. "

Wei Chongrong was inexplicable and asked anxiously, "Dad, what was written in the Zhaoyang Hou letter? Is there anything bad?" Speaking of which, he rarely saw Wei Zhao upset because of something Yes, is it not a trivial matter.

Wei Zhao put the letter on the table and sighed, "The second day of the next month is the day of Marquis Huan of Zhaoyang."

Wei Chongrong nodded, then shook his head again. He knew that King's Landing's memorial day was on the second day of the winter lunar month, but he had been there for almost twenty years, so what could it have to do with Junqing's "nonsense".

Wei Zhao continued: "When I was in the capital in previous years, every year for Marquis Huan's life and death sacrifices, Qing'er and I would go to Dingling to worship in person."

Worship in person? ! Wei Chongrong's eyes widened, did he hear it wrong.

Junqing is the son of Junlin, and it is normal to worship his father, but Wei Zhao, he followed him to join in the fun. He is the king, and the king is a minister, and they are still the same generation. Wouldn't the etiquette be too grand for worshipping in person?

"Can Qing'er run around with her current body?" Wei Zhao was restless, suddenly stood up, patted the table and said, "No, I have to go to Zhaoyang Hou's mansion and persuade Qing'er to stop."

Hearing that Wei Zhao was going to Zhaoyang Hou's Mansion, Wei Chongrong hurriedly said, "Dad, I'm going too." He finally figured out what Wei Zhao was worried about. It turned out that Junqing was going to Dingling to worship Junlin. He was worried about his pregnant body.

Wei Zhao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "The little brother hasn't been born yet, Rong'er, what are you worried about?" He still remembered that last time at Zhaoyang Houfu, Wei Chongrong was interested in Junqing's belly. Full.

"People want to go out and play!" Wei Zhao has been living in a secluded place since he returned to Beijing for half a year. Even Zhaoyang Hou's mansion has only been there once. Wei Chongrong's eagerness to go out is completely understandable.

Wei Zhao pondered a little and said that as long as Wei Chongrong finished his homework for today and tomorrow this afternoon, he would take him out tomorrow.

Wei Chongrong nodded with a bitter bun face, as much aggrieved as his expression was. Since he turned four years old, Wei Zhao's requirements for his homework are not limited to endorsement, he adds two large characters every day, and there is a small stone on his wrist when writing, which is really cruel.

Seeming to see through Wei Chongrong's thoughts, Wei Zhao said sternly: "Rong'er, don't think about getting through the barriers, there is one word that is not well written, tear it up and rewrite it, and you are not allowed to go out, remember?"

"I see." Wei Chongrong pouted. He doesn't like reading and writing, but the homework assigned by Mr., he has never been perfunctory. In his last life, he learned in a mess. If he doesn't study it seriously in this life, wouldn't it be even more confusing.

Wei Zhao's guess could not be considered a mistake. Wei Chongrong was in a hurry to go to Zhaoyang Hou's mansion, and he really couldn't get rid of the little baby in Junqing's stomach, but the reason was not something he could think of. Wei Chongrong always remembered that Junhua's leg disease was not born, but was caused by dystocia at birth, which was caused by forcibly dragging him. Although he hadn't figured out how to avoid Junqing's dystocia, he didn't understand the situation, let alone help him. The possibility of reaching Junhua, so he was eager to see Junqing and find out about his physical condition.

Because Wei Chongrong performed well, Wei Zhao kept his promise and took him to meet Junqing in the afternoon of the next day.

After not seeing him for more than two months, Junqing's belly was bulging a lot. When Wei Zhao saw him, he couldn't help worrying: "Qinger, how did you do it? You raised your child so big, you don't want to die?" The painful experience of giving birth to Wei Chongrong was a nightmare that Wei Zhao could not bear to look back on.

Junqing has a cold personality and has never been shocked by emotions. At this moment, he also sighed lightly: "Do you think I am willing? I have tried every method, and the child is trying to grow up. step."

"Mr. is back?" Wei Zhao helped Junqing walk into the room, and stopped when he heard the words. Duanmu Hui is Sun Ye's master. He has excellent medical skills and is known as a "medical fairy". If he can't help the old man, Junqing and the fetus in his womb will be a little troublesome.

Junqing accompanies Wei Zhao to stand still, and said indifferently: "Sir came back to Beijing last month, and said that he will live in Beijing next spring. You might as well go see him and let him show you." Duanmuhui's medical skills , must be above Zhuang Yu.

Wei Zhao waved his hand and said disapprovingly: "Qing'er, don't talk about me first, I'm not in a hurry. It's you, your body is so heavy, why do you have to go to Dingling? It's okay if I go with Xin'er, Marquis Huan is in the sky. There is a spirit, I won't blame you."

Wei Chongrong followed behind Wei Zhao and Junqing. Hearing their conversation, his heart was half cold. Dareqing Duanmu Medical Immortal took action, and he could only save the lives of Junqing's father and son. He didn't understand any medical skills. To protect Junhua's legs, could it be that this is destiny.

Jun Qing slowly shook his head and said calmly: "I have to go every year, how can I not go this year. My health is very good, I can eat and sleep, and my husband also asks me to move around more often, saying that it is good for the children, You can't stay in the house all day."

Wei Zhao was speechless and helped Jun Qing into the house. He wanted to say that Mr. Duanmu's so-called "walking around more" was definitely not asking him to go out of the city and up the mountain. It's just that Junqing's temper is more stubborn than Wei Zhao. He knows that it's useless to say it, so he just doesn't say it.

In fact, except for the turbulent fetal gas in the early stages of pregnancy without knowing it, Junqing's body has always been fine. The problem is the child. He grows so fast that he can't control it at all, so that everyone is worried about what to do when Junqing fails to give birth.