In front of the gate of Guo's Mansion, Guo Fu's face was red and embarrassed. She pulled Murong Fu aside and whispered, "Brother Murong, are you here to play?"
Murong Fu couldn't help pinching her little cheek, and said seriously, "Why did Fu'er say this? Your family doesn't run a restaurant, so how can you say that you want to kick it out?"
"Then...then why did you bring so many people here?" Guo Fu asked, looking at the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples unnaturally.
Murong Fu naturally understood what she meant and pretended to be shocked, "Why, didn't your father invite me to a banquet?"
"Oh you..." Guo Fu was already a straightforward person. She was offended by his few words and said bluntly, "But... you can't bring so many people here. You can only... bring a few close friends at most."
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Murong Fu was amused in his heart, and Murong Xue said lightly, "If it's inconvenient for Guo Mansion, why don't we go back."
"I..." Guo Fu hesitated.
At this time, Guo Jing ran out in a hurry, "Mr. Murong, I hope you will forgive me for missing you."
He had indeed received a report from his servants and came out specially to greet Murong Fu. However, when he saw more than 200 people standing in front of the door, his heart skipped a beat. What did this mean?
Murong Fu smiled faintly, "Guo Daxia is too polite. After all, I am a junior, how can I trouble Guo Daxia to greet me in person?"
Guo Jing wanted to ask why so many people were brought here, but he didn't feel comfortable asking, so he could only say, "Mr. Murong, you're welcome. Please come in. Please come in quickly."
The group of people entered the Guo Mansion in a grand manner, and during this period, they introduced Dongfang Qing to Guo Jing alone. Of course, he did not directly say that Dongfang Qing was the leader of the Sun and Moon God Sect, only that she was a member of the Sun and Moon God Sect.
Although Guo Jing was curious, he didn't ask any more questions. There was no hint of indignation or conflict between good and evil in his expression. Instead, he was quite grateful. Because the contribution the Sun Moon God Sect had made to Xiangyang City this time was really great, he also
How can you tell what is not?
The size of the banquet was indeed small, with only about a hundred people in total. This was not because Guo Jing was stingy and did not want to invite, but because everyone was very polite. The sects that received the invitation would only come with three or two representatives at most, and no one would be like Murong.
Bring everyone here again.
Guo Jing quickly asked people to put food on the table for Murong's family. How much would he care about people? Obviously not, but he was still worried, fearing that Murong Fu had some ulterior motives in bringing so many people here.
At this time, the heads of the various sects in the hall had not yet taken their seats. When they saw Murong Fu arriving, they immediately stood up to greet him.
Murong Fu exchanged greetings all the way, and he could feel that the way everyone looked at him had changed. It couldn't be said to be much respect, but there was absolutely no contempt at all. It couldn't be said to be much admiration, but they didn't dare to disobey him.
This is because the fate of the entire Xiangyang City now hangs on him alone.
"You are so polite, I am flattered." Murong Fu politely raised his hands in all directions and glanced around. Basically, all the well-known martial arts people in Xiangyang City were here, but Huang Rong was nowhere to be seen.
After thinking for a while, he asked Guo Jing, "Master Guo, your lady is ill, why don't you see her come out?"
Guo Jing did not doubt that he was there. After all, he was the one who rescued his wife last night. He explained, "Zhuo Jing is very good. She is just worried about her father-in-law's health and has been waiting around. However, she will thank him in person later."
OK."
Murong Fu waved his hand and said, "It's fine, Madam, if everything is fine. I can't thank you for anything. Guo Daxia is too unconventional."
Guo Jing called everyone to sit down and officially opened the banquet. During the banquet, they exchanged drinks and chatted happily. In addition to the people who were sitting at the same table, the other heroes also took turns to come to worship Rong Fujiu, as if they had only now truly regarded him as the lord of Xiangyang City.
Murong Fu naturally refused to accept anyone who came, and continued to work bowl after bowl. After a while, he used this as an excuse to leave the main hall.
"Haha, Mr. Murong doesn't seem to be a good drinker." Qiu Chuji said with a hearty smile.
He always liked to make friends with heroes, and heroes all liked drinking, but he could not feel the slightest displeasure towards Murong Fu.
"This is the first time I've seen him in such a miserable state."
"Gold does not have bare feet, and no one is perfect. Mr. Murong has reached the pinnacle of martial arts and is extremely resourceful. He is already an almost perfect person. If he drinks well, is there any way for us to survive?"
"I don't think so. Alcohol is a poison that penetrates the intestines. If martial arts practitioners want to maintain their peak state, it is best to drink less. I think Master Murong understands this and is strict with himself."
"It's disappointing, it's disappointing. What Song Daxia said is too disappointing. I'll be fined three more cups!"
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Not to mention what everyone was talking about, Murong Fu had already sneaked into the backyard at this time. He first went to the small courtyard where Huang Laoxie was recuperating, but he didn't find Huang Rong. He then went to Huang Rong's residence, and sure enough he felt a familiar scent.
He was about to push the door open when suddenly a maid came over quietly, holding a medicine jar in her hand.
Murong Fu was stunned and quietly hid behind the pillar.
The maid knocked on the door and soon it opened. Huang Rong looked around a few times to make sure no one was there before taking the medicine jar from the maid's hand and asked in a low voice, "Has anyone seen you boiling medicine?"
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The maid shook her head, "No."
Huang Rong's eyes flashed, "Remember, you are not allowed to tell anyone about this matter."
"Slave, I remember."
After the maid left, Huang Rong looked around again, as if she was a thief.
Murong Fu looked amused. Smelling the faint smell of medicine in the air, he glanced at the medicine jar, thoughtfully.
After Huang Rong entered the house, Murong Fu quickly came to the outside of the window, broke the window paper and looked inside. He saw Huang Rong sitting blankly in front of the dressing table, with the medicine jar in front of her. It could be seen from the bronze mirror
Her face was red and white, and she was hesitant.
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, she wouldn't want an abortion, would she?
Sure enough, Huang Rong hesitated for a long time, took out a packet of medicine, and opened it slowly.
"Should we stop her?" Murong Fu also hesitated. To be honest, he didn't really want this child. Apart from anything else, Huang Rong's identity was enough to give him a headache. Although he had a strong possessive
Although he wanted to, he also understood that the possibility of completely occupying Huang Rong was too small. It was a good result to maintain the status quo. However, the appearance of this child made things develop in an unknown direction.
While thinking, Huang Rong poured the powdered medicine into the medicine jar, stirred it gently for a while, then scooped out a bowl, put it to her mouth, blew on it, and drank it all in one gulp. Her movements were so gentle and natural.
With a "pop" sound, a powerful force struck from the air, and the medicine bowl fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.
Murong Fu finally took action. Although it was a bit sudden, although he was not ready, and although the situation was a bit special, after all, it was still his child. He had not yet completely lost his conscience. How could he watch Huang Rong have an abortion?
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Huang Rong was suddenly startled and looked out the window, "Who is there? Get out."
"It's me." Murong Fu said in a deep voice and slowly climbed in through the window.
"It's you." Huang Rong's tone softened, "Aren't you having a drink in the front hall? Why did you come here?"
Murong Fu came to the dressing table, stared at the medicine jar on the table, exhaled for a long time, and said in a slightly cold tone, "You can make a condition, give birth to the child, and I will raise him."
Huang Rong was startled for a moment, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes, but then she suddenly became enlightened and chuckled, "Didn't you say that I will make the decision?"
"That is my child after all. I can pay a corresponding price to redeem him." Murong Fu said.
Huang Rong's expression was a bit strange. She seemed to want to laugh, but couldn't. She sighed after a while and said, "You are such a sentimental person. Who said the child is yours?"
"What?" Murong Fu's expression changed, "The child is not mine?"
Huang Rong said ambiguously, "I'm not yours, so why does the child have to be yours?"
"You..." Murong Fu still didn't believe it, "but I clearly remember that you and Guo Jing haven't had sex in a few months."
Huang Rong's face was a little complicated, and she said calmly, "Did you see it with your own eyes? Do you believe it when I say it?"
Murong Fu was shocked, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether this sentence was true or false.
Huang Rong gave him a slightly mocking look, "So it's none of your business whether I have a child or not?"
Murong Fu stared at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "No matter whose child it is, it will always be in your belly. You shouldn't abort it."
He suddenly realized that if the child was Guo Jing's, she would never have an abortion.
Huang Rong sighed slightly, "You are not only sentimental, but you also like to be smart. When will I kill him?"
Murong Fu was stunned and pointed to the medicine jar on the table, "You just... you..."
Huang Rong rolled her eyes and said, "This is an anti-fetal medicine."
"Anti-fetal medicine?" Murong Fu looked confused. What kind of powder should be added to the anti-fetal medicine? Why should he be so hesitant about taking anti-fetal medicine?
Huang Rong simply handed over the medicine package from earlier, "This is the 'Anshen Powder' that my father prepared for me for Fu'er. After taking it, the fetus is as stable as a rock and cannot be aborted even if I want to."
Murong Fu understood instantly that her hesitation just now was because she had not yet made up her mind to have a child.
Thinking of this, his heart warmed up, and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, "Thank you."
Huang Rong's face turned red and she said angrily, "Don't get too happy too early. This child won't recognize you even after it's born."
Murong Fu felt a sting in his heart and asked in a stiff tone, "You and Guo Jing haven't had sex for several months. Will he believe that the child is his?"
Huang Rong was silent for a moment, "I have a way to make him believe it."
For the present, it seemed that this was the only option, but Murong Fu was still a little unwilling, "What if I want this child?"
"Why?" Huang Rong didn't understand what he meant for a moment.
Murong Fu pondered for a moment, "I can find a way for you to give birth to this child, and I will never let Guo Jing know about it. The child will follow me from now on."
Huang Rong asked, "What can we do?"
"This... I haven't thought of it yet."
"Huh, let's wait until you think about it." Huang Rong was unwilling from the bottom of her heart, because if the child followed Murong Fu, it would be impossible for her to recognize her again, so why did she go to all the trouble? It was better to abort her as soon as possible to save worry.