Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

In the end, Liu Wei still carried her son and got off the carriage.

When Liu Xiaoli returned, the carriage continued to move. Liu Xiaoli's attitude towards Rong Ling had clearly improved a lot because of what happened just now.

"Really?" The little fellow's eyes lit up even more.

Liu Wei watched on from the side and obviously called out unhappily, "Xiaoli, come over here! "Don't disturb uncle."

Liu Xiaoli obediently crawled back to her mother's side.

Rong Ling looked at Liu Wei, who was speaking in a strange tone, and suddenly spoke out. "This king really likes your son."

Liu Wei swiftly retorted with extreme sensitivity, "No matter how much you like him, she's still my son, it has nothing to do with you."

Rong Ling scoffed, "I won't fight with you for it."

Rong Ling's tone was calm, "Your son, this king has no reputation, so how can I snatch him away? Unless he becomes my son in the future. "

Liu Wei's heart skipped a beat, she swallowed her saliva with much difficulty, and was completely unable to speak with this prince.

Liu Xiaoli did not know of any twists and turns between the adults, he only knew that after tonight, he would have her own small wooden sword.

Just the thought of it made him excited!

That night, they went to rest in the tavern. Rong Ling actually had the waiter bring a few pieces of wood here.

Liu Xiaoli ran over to his room after eating dinner. Seeing him cut the wood into different kinds of weapons, he was so impressed that his eyes lit up.

"Uncle, you're amazing!" The little guy sincerely said. He had already forgotten that he hated this person.

Rong Ling enjoyed the little fellow's praise, so she quickly cut the two weirdly shaped swords and handed them to him.

Liu Xiaoli hugged his small sword and pursed his lips: "Uncle, what is this?"

"Dual Bladed Sword. Both sides are blades."

Liu Xiaoli touched his left hand, then his right hand, and raised her head: "But not my hand."

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

Liu Xiaoli nodded, she kept her two swords in her belt and imitated the attitude of a martial arts student, walking around the house with his head held high.

Liu Wei went to get some hot water from the waiter. When she came back, she saw that her son and "that one" had almost become family!

The mother's eyebrows immediately tightened, "Xiaoli, I said not to disturb uncle, hurry back to your room."

Liu Xiaoli showed off his two swords and waved them around: "Father, look at my sword, uncle made it for me."

"Return it to uncle!"

Liu Xiaoli was startled, his mouth was puffed up, and he was about to cry.

Rong Ling raised his head, as her eyes grew slightly cold. "A gift from this duke." After saying that, Rong Ling patted the little guy's head. "Take it back to your room.

Liu Xiaoli sniffed, then looked at her mother and then at her uncle, not knowing who to listen to.

Liu Wei heaved a sigh of relief, she knew that she was being too harsh, and said: "Be obedient, take it back to your room."

Liu Xiaoli immediately laughed, holding both swords, she ran out from her mother's side and ran back into the room.

With his son gone, Liu Wei also wanted to leave. However, a faint male voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Don't be so fierce towards your son."

Liu Wei's mouth twitched, she tilted her head, and emphasized: "It's my son!"

Rong Ling: "Hmm?"

Liu Wei: "I know what to teach my son, there's no need for you to worry."

Rong Ling: "Oh."

Liu Wei: "..."

The feeling of a fist hitting cotton …

Liu Wei felt that talking too much with this man was really harmful to his stomach.

She had a stomachache right now.

When he returned to his room, Liu Xiaoli had already crawled into bed, and could faintly see the two swords still in his embrace.

Liu Wei raised her eyebrows, "Take it out."

Liu Xiaoli was unwilling to, and hugged even tighter.

"Do you want Father or the sword?"

Liu Xiaoli was struggling, he wanted her mother, and she also wanted the sword.

A four year old child, yet he still did not know how to choose. He only looked at his mother, then at the sword, and finally, he cried as he handed the two swords over with trembling hands.

"I want father." He muttered very quietly.

Liu Wei heard it and felt her heart ache.

It was not easy for her son to have a toy, so she should not take it away from him. However, when she thought about how her father had made this toy, she instinctively wanted to throw it as far away as possible.

Sighing, she placed the two swords on the bed and got into bed with her son in her arms. "If you like it, can your father make one for you tomorrow?"

"Right." The little fellow nodded its head dejectedly.

Liu Wei caressed his hair, "Daddy did not do worse than that uncle, what else do you want Daddy to do for you, the scalpel? Didn't you always want one? Father will get someone to give you a beating, okay? "

Liu Xiaoli did not make a sound, and buried her face in her clothes.

"Why aren't you talking? Don't you want it? "

The little guy still did not say anything.

"Xiaoli?"

Picking up his son's face, Liu Wei finally saw that his son was crying all over.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it? "Then tell me what you like."

The little guy tugged at his mother's sleeve and said in a low voice, "I want a sword."

Liu Wei frowned: "Why do you only want the sword, you didn't like it before."

The little guy was silent again, but his tears continued to fall one by one.

Liu Wei softened her heart: "Alright, alright, alright, I'll give it to you."

As he spoke, he shoved the two wooden swords into his arms.

Liu Xiaoli held onto the smooth wooden sword, his tears stopped. After a while, he said while sobbing, "I, I learned the sword, then, I can protect father."

Liu Wei was originally a little angry, but after hearing this, he was stunned. After a moment of silence, she stroked his son's hair and said in a much softer tone, "How old are you, to be able to protect Father? Even when we're far away, we still need father to carry us. "

Liu Xiaoli retorted, "I, I can leave by myself …" Pausing for a moment, she continued, "In the future, all of you will leave by yourself."

"Is that what you said?" "In the future, you can't say how hard it will be, but you have to walk on your own no matter how far away you are."

The little guy struggled, feeling as though if he agreed to it, he would lose a huge benefit.

However, when he saw his mother's narrow eyes, he gritted his teeth and nodded, "En!"

Liu Wei laughed, and scratched the tip of his nose: "Then I'll be waiting to see father."

"Hmm …" He obviously wasn't confident in agreeing this time.

In the next room, Rong Ling laid on the bed, fully dressed. Hearing the mother and son conversation on the other side of the wall, his beautiful lips curled up slightly.

Actually, he felt that the name of Xiaoli was better than Liu Xiaoli.

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