Chapter 242: Heart-to-heart talk at night with red sleeves adding fragrance
Murong Bo was puzzled: Murong Fu's progress in martial arts was beyond his expectation and completely out of his control.
He had an instinctive fear that he would no longer be able to secretly control the Murong family like he had for the past dozen years.
However, when he thought about the capital in his hands, he felt a little more at ease: in Shandong, Henan and Hebei, more than 20 mountains with a total of tens of thousands of horse thieves were secretly controlled by Yan Longyuan.
This is what Murong Bo said gave him the confidence to immediately organize a rebel army once the world changes. Hiding troops among bandits has been the most common primitive accumulation method used by careerists since ancient times.
Of course, although this power is under his control, it is his confidence and his burden. Although tens of thousands of people can obtain part of their supplies through looting and other methods, if the team is completely self-sufficient, how can it be controlled by his Murong family?
.Therefore, every year Murong Bo would secretly allocate a large amount of the Murong family's funds to feed such a team of jackals, and would even kill people and buy goods for money and food.
Ke Baisui's death was Murong Bo's handiwork.
"Hmph, anyone who dares to hinder the great cause of my Murong family is a stumbling block that needs to be removed! Parents and children are no exception!"
Murong Bo's eyes flashed with a fierce look.
But right now, I am seriously injured. The most important thing is to find a safe place to hide and recover from my injuries for a few months.
Shaolin is not successful. If his old friend Xuan Ci finds out that he is seriously injured at this time, he is afraid that he will secretly silence him.
And Deng Baichuan has recently lost contact with him for unknown reasons, which gives him a big headache.
Last night's action was planned based on A'Zhu's previous tip.
"Cough cough cough"
After thinking about it, Murong Bo felt the pain in his chest become even more painful.
What Murong Fu didn't know was that one of his palms had postponed a bloody storm that shocked the whole world for several months. If he had known, he would have regretted not adding more palms.
After a night of storm, Duan Yanqing left temporarily, and Mrs. Wang came to clean up the mess of the night. Duan Zhengchun, after thanking him profusely, decided to stay at Mantuo Villa for a while, after all, he reunited with his old lover after a long separation.
, experienced the night of life and death last night again, it was the time when we were wandering around in honey, like glue.
So Murong Fu took Abi back to Yanziwu alone.
Ruan Xingzhu and his daughter waited in Yanziwu for several days, but Duan Zhengchun and his entourage refused to come back. When he heard the news that Murong Fu had returned to Yanziwu, Ruan Xingzhu hurriedly went up to greet him: "Mr. Murong, Duan...why didn't Prince Duan...
Come back with you?"
"Oh, Prince Duan has a few old acquaintances in Gusu. I simply took this opportunity to visit them one by one."
Facing the woman who almost became his mother-in-law, Murong Fu tried his best to remain polite. Although the woman was quite unqualified as a mother, it was mainly Duan Zhengchun's fault and could not be blamed on her.
"Old acquaintance from Gusu?"
Ruan Xingzhu frowned, and with a woman's intuition, she guessed who this "old acquaintance" was, but she was not the kind of woman who couldn't figure it out. It was not a matter of a day or two for Duan Zhengchun to have many lovers. At this time,
Being jealous will only make you look ridiculous.
"I see, then I would like to thank Mr. Murong a lot."
Ruan Xingzhu quickly adjusted his emotions and smiled.
"But I don't know where Aunt Ruan's gratitude comes from?"
Murong Fu originally wanted to call the other party his wife, but thinking of the other party's identity, it seemed inappropriate, so he compromised by calling him "aunt".
Unexpectedly, this "aunt" made Ruan Xingzhu smile. When he looked at Murong Fu again, he felt that this young man looked even more likeable.
"I want to thank Mr. Murong for saving me. My poor child, A'Zhu, has been in the Murong family for many years and has received a lot of care from the Murong family. I really don't know how to thank you for your kindness."
Ruan Xingzhu looked at Murong Fu with a smile, then turned to look at his daughter who was following behind him.
A'Zhu's eyes were originally on Murong Fu, but when he saw his mother's eyes sweeping over him, he blushed as soon as he looked into his mother's starry eyes for a moment, and lowered his head shyly.
Ruan Xingzhu smiled slightly: As a mother, she has long known about her daughter's little thoughts, so she naturally wants to contribute to her daughter's lifelong happiness.
Of course Murong Fu knew the intention of the other party's words, and said with a smile: "Murong Fu is just a mere talent, but he can do his best for the prince and Aunt Ruan, which is a great kindness. As for A'Zhu being taken care of by the Murong family, that's not the case. Murong Fu
I have received a lot of care from this little girl over the years. If I were to take care of the affairs of the Murong family by myself, I'm afraid it would make a mess!"
Murong Fu's gentle joke neither lost dignity nor revealed his true feelings.
Ruan Xingzhu smiled, knowing that this matter was difficult. She was naturally smart and well-rounded. With a few words, she easily took the topic elsewhere.
At night, listen to the perfume in the pavilion.
A'Zhu was alone in the room playing with a bunch of fragrances and floral dews. This was her usual hobby, and the Perfume Pavilion got its name from this.
She has always wanted to concoct a perfect spice that could cover up her body odor. Because when she is disguised as a man, the fragrance of a virgin is often the tell-tale sign.
Of course, her disguise technique was not something she learned just by playing around.
When she was seven years old, she was brought back to Murong's home. Murong Bo took a fancy to her talent in disguise and spent a lot of money to hire famous teachers to train her. He also designed a set of short fighting and grappling skills suitable for women.
She was also very grateful for everything Murong Bo had done for her, so she tried her best to do everything Murong Bo told her.
Murong Bo also promised that when the Yan Kingdom was revived in the future, Murong Fu would naturally be the crown prince, and she would be the princess chosen by Murong Bo for the crown prince.
Although this goal is far away, A'Zhu is still full of hope.
"Master......"
A'Zhu sighed, full of deep thoughts.
"A'Zhu, I'll wait for you on the front porch. Please come over."
A familiar voice sounded in A'Zhu's ears.
"Young Master?"
Hearing Murong Fu's voice, A'Zhu's face lit up, and then he asked doubtfully: It's so late, what does the young master want to do with him?
Could it be that......
She had heard that some children from aristocratic families like to play these tricks of having secret trysts with maids late at night. Could it be said that the young master is also...
Impossible, the young master would not do this!
A'Zhu shook his head, his pink cheeks almost burning.
She quietly opened the door and walked along the corridor to the front porch, where a familiar figure had been waiting for a long time.
Murong Fu turned around and said, "A'Zhu, sit down and try the tea I brewed with my own hands."
On the table, two cups of tea have been brewed and are still steaming.