The Crazy Forensic Doctor Consort

Chapter 24: Rong Xiaoli

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In the end, Liu Wei got out of the carriage with her son in her arms.

Once on the ground, Liu Xiaoli hurried to the grass, turned around and saw the adults all looking at him, and ran a little further away uncomfortably.

When Liu Xiaoli came back, the carriage continued to drive, but Liu Xiaoli's attitude towards Rong Leng was obviously much better because of what happened just now.

"Uncle, can I have a look at your sword?" The little guy stared longingly at the saber beside him, his eyes sparkling.

Rong Leng nodded: "Yes, just be careful."

Liu Xiaoli crawled over on hands and feet, trying to pick up the scabbard, but couldn't!

With a little smile in Rong Leng's eyes, he brought the sword ahead of time and handed it to the child.

Liu Xiaoli hugged him, but it was too heavy, as soon as he hugged him, he was pressed to his own body, making his little face tingle with pain.

Rong Leng quickly put the sword away again, and said to the child: "This sword is too heavy for you, I will make you a small wooden sword tonight."

"Really?" The little guy's eyes became brighter.

Liu Wei watched from the side, and obviously called out unwillingly: "Xiao Li, come here! Don't disturb uncle."

Liu Xiaoli crawled back to her mother obediently.

Rong Leng looked at Liu Wei who spoke in a strange way, and suddenly said: "This king likes your son very much."

Liu Wei quickly retorted extremely sensitively: "No matter how much the lord likes him, this is also my son, and it has nothing to do with the lord."

Rong Leng sneered: "This king will not rob you."

Liu Wei snorted in a flustered state, stopped looking at him, turned around and said viciously after a while: "You'd better remember this sentence!"

Rong Leng's tone was calm: "Your son, this king has no name and no title, how can I snatch it? Unless he becomes my son in the future."

Liu Wei's heart skipped a beat, she swallowed hard, and stopped talking to the prince completely.

Liu Xiaoli didn't know the twists and turns between these adults, he only knew that after tonight, he would have a small wooden sword of his own.

Just thinking about it makes me excited!

That night, they rested in the inn, and Rong Leng really asked Xiao Er to bring some pieces of wood, and used a dagger to whittle it into a whole set of swords and sticks.

Liu Xiaoli ran to his room after dinner, watched him whittle the solid wood into different weapons, his eyes glowed with admiration.

"Uncle, you are amazing!" The little guy said sincerely, he had long forgotten that he hated this person before.

Rong Leng's compliment to the little guy was very useful, he quickly cut two weird double swords and handed them to him.

Liu Xiaoli hugged the little sword and pursed his mouth: "Uncle, what is this?"

"A double-edged sword has both sides."

Liu Xiaoli touched the left side, then the right side, raised his head, "But don't tie my hands."

"Wait until you learn how to use it, then change to a bladed one."

Liu Xiaoli nodded, inserted the two swords into his belt, imitated the posture of the martial arts student in the play, and walked around the room with his head held high.

Liu Wei went to Xiaoer to ask for hot water, and when she came back, she saw that her son and "that so-and-so" were getting married and they were almost married!

The mother's brows were immediately furrowed: "Xiao Li, I told you not to disturb uncle, go back to your room."

Liu Xiaoli took out the two swords in a showy manner, and waved them ostentatiously: "Father, look at my sword, it was made for me by my uncle."

"Give it back to uncle!"

Liu Xiaoli was taken aback for a moment, puffed his mouth, and was about to cry.

Rong Ling raised his head, his eyes were slightly cold: "This king gave it to him." As he spoke, Rong Ling touched the little guy's head: "Take it back to the room, and I'll give it to you after I finish the rest."

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

Liu Wei let out a breath, knowing that she was too strict, she let go and said, "Be obedient, take it back to your room."

Liu Xiaoli laughed immediately, holding the two swords, happily slipped out of mother's side, and ran back to the room.

The son left, and Liu Wei was leaving too, but a faint male voice behind him suddenly sounded: "Don't be so cruel to your son."

The corner of Liu Wei's mouth twitched, and he tilted his head, Wu Yin emphasized, "It's my son!"

Rong Leng: "En?"

Liu Wei: "How to teach my son, I have my own discretion, so I don't bother you."

Rong Leng: "Oh."

Liu Wei: ""

This feeling of punching cotton

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

She has a stomachache right now.

Back in the room, Liu Xiaoli had already got into bed, and faintly saw that the two double swords were still in his arms.

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

Liu Xiaoli refused and hugged her even tighter.

"Do you want father or sword?"

Liu Xiaoli was struggling, he wanted his mother and a sword, can't he

The child who was only four years old didn't know how to choose, he only looked at his mother, then at the sword, and finally shed tears, and handed over the two swords with trembling hands.

"I want daddy." He muttered very quietly.

Liu Wei heard it, and felt a little distressed.

It's not easy for her son to have a toy, she shouldn't take it away, but when she thinks that it was made by his own father, she instinctively wants to throw it as far away as possible.

Sighing, she put the two swords beside the bed, got on the bed and hugged her son: "You like it, can I make one for you tomorrow?"

"En." The little guy nodded sullenly.

Liu Wei stroked his hair: "Father's cooking is no worse than that uncle's. What else do you want? Daddy will make it for you. Do you want a scalpel? Didn't you always want one before? Daddy asked someone to give you a scalpel." Can I give you a call?"

Liu Xiaoli remained silent and buried her face in her clothes.

"Why don't you talk? Don't you want it?"

The little guy remained silent.

"Little Li?"

Holding up her son's face, Liu Wei saw that his son was crying with tears all over his face.

"What's the matter? Don't you like it? Then tell Dad what you like."

The little guy tightened his mother's skirt and said in a low voice, "I want a sword."

Liu Wei frowned: "Why do you insist on swords, you didn't like these before."

The little guy fell silent again, but tears fell one by one.

Liu Wei's heart softened: "Okay, okay, here you go."

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

Holding the smooth wooden sword in his arms, Liu Xiaoli stopped crying, and said after sobbing for a while, "I, I learned the sword, so, I can protect my father."

Liu Wei was still a little angry at first, but she was taken aback when she heard the words. She fell silent for a moment, stroked her son's hair, and said in a softer tone, "How old are you, can you protect Daddy? Daddy will hug you even if the road is far away."

Liu Xiaoli retorted unconvinced: "I, I can go by myself" paused: "From now on, I will go by myself."

"Is this what you said? You can't say it's hard work in the future, no matter how far you go, you have to go by yourself."

The little guy is struggling and feels like if he says yes, he's losing out on a huge benefit.

But looking at Niang's narrow eyes, he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Yes!"

Liu Wei smiled, and scratched the tip of his nose: "Then dad will wait and see."

"Yeah" I agreed this time, obviously lacking confidence.

In the next room, Rong Ling was lying on the couch with his robe intact, and when he heard the conversation between the mother and son on the other side of the wall, the corners of his pretty mouth slightly curled up.

He actually felt that the name Rong Xiaoli sounded better than Liu Xiaoli.