Murong Fu said in a deep voice: "The night before yesterday, an assassin entered the Mantuo Villa. The person who came was extremely skilled in martial arts. I was suspicious, so I chased him out. I didn't expect this person to have an accomplice. While I was leaving, another assassin
The assassin sneaked into Mantuo Villa. His Highness King Zhennan was injured at the hands of that person. By the time I rushed back, the dead end was over. I could only use my true energy to save His Highness Zhennan King. Can King Zhennan be able to do this this time?
Whether we can get through this calamity safely is still a question of two minds."
Murong Fu shook his head slowly, his expression heavy.
In a sense, Murong Fu did not lie. After all, Duan Zhengchun was taken to the Huafei House by Mrs. Wang, which was indeed very dangerous.
If Mrs. Wang hadn't happened to meet Fan Bailing and the other three who were playing chess, and if it hadn't been for Wang Yuyan's skill gained from Wu Yazi, Duan Yanqing would have really succeeded.
And Deng Baichuan has been imprisoned by Murong Fu. It is not difficult to guess who leaked Duan Zhengchun's whereabouts.
"How could this happen? How could this happen?"
A'Zhu was in a state of confusion at this time. At this time, she was not aware of her relationship with this matter. She was simply worried about her father's life and death. This period of getting along with her made her feel something she had never experienced before.
Fatherly love, the kind of care that her father held in his hands, she never wanted to lose.
Suddenly, she realized something unusual in Murong Fu's words: What kind of assassin would make Murong Fu say the words "extremely high martial arts"?
Impossible, no way!
A'Zhu naturally thought of Murong Bo's previous sneaking back to Yanziwu. She told him about the situation in Yanziwu as usual, including the arrival of Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun. At that time, she didn't know who the majestic-looking middle-aged man was.
Her biological father.
"Could it be that I accidentally told the master the whereabouts of my biological father, and the master almost killed my father?"
A'Zhu's inner thoughts were ups and downs, and he was extremely confused.
She raised her head suddenly and met Murong Fu's eyes.
"I chased the assassin all the way and fought with him for a long time. I finally tried out his true martial arts. His true martial arts are the martial arts inherited by the successive heads of my Murong family."
Murong Fu took a sip of tea and said this in a calm tone.
"A'Zhu, I know everything."
As if spring thunder exploded in his ears, A'Zhu stayed where he was.
"When my father passed away, everyone was deceived. At that time, I had doubts about why he died of illness overnight with his high martial arts skills. But at that time, I had just taken charge of the Murong family, and there were many secrets within the family.
I don't even know. This suspicion can only be kept in my heart.
It wasn't until two things happened that I fully understood the truth of that year.
First, during my last trip to Shaolin, I took advantage of the darkness to visit the Buddhist Scripture Pavilion of the Shaolin Temple. In the darkness, I met a mysterious master whose martial arts skills were somewhat similar to those of my Murong family.
Secondly, my skill greatly improved later on, and I reached the third level through Dou Zhuanxing. I opened the layer hidden under the water in Huanshi Water Pavilion, and learned many secrets of the Murong family over the past few decades."
Murong Fu slowly recounted the past, and A'Zhu's face gradually turned pale.
"A'Zhu, my father is not dead, he has been hiding in the dark. And you are the eye he arranged to be at the Murong family, to pay attention to every move of the Murong family for him, right?"
Murong Fu said softly.
A'Zhu's face turned pale: "That's not the case, young master. Please listen to my explanation. A'Zhu has absolutely no intention of harming the young master..."
A'Zhu was so anxious that she burst into tears.
"Master, he said, he said he had no choice but to do it, and everything he did was for the sake of the young master. He also said, he also said..."
A'Zhu was so anxious that she was incoherent. She was always a smart and smart girl, but now she was completely panicked and couldn't even say a logical sentence.
"Don't be anxious, speak slowly." Murong Fu said softly, there was no trace of anger in his eyes, but full of sympathy.
After all, the great benefactor in his imagination almost killed his real biological father, and he was an accomplice. No one would know what to do with this kind of thing.
A pair of big warm hands pressed on A'Zhu's shoulders at the right time, and the heat on them made A'Zhu feel a little at ease.
"The master is very kind to A'Zhu, A'Zhu cannot be ungrateful..."
A'Zhu said in a trembling voice.
"At that time, A'Zhu really didn't know that the master would do such a thing, nor did he know that he was his biological father. Young Master, you have to believe A'Zhu!"
With tears in his eyes, A'Zhu looked at Murong Fu sincerely.
"Well, I believe you."
Murong Fu said softly.
"ah?"
A'Zhu stayed where he was.
"I said, I believe you."
Murong Fu repeated it softly.
"Why, sir?"
A'Zhu said blankly.
Although what she told was true, she never expected that Murong Fu would simply believe her. She was even prepared to die to prove her ambition.
Murong Fu smiled softly and said something that A'Zhu will never forget: "I gave you your name, and I taught you how to write it step by step. Why don't I believe you?"
A'Zhu knew that from now on, his heart would only be with Murong Fu.
What is more intoxicating in this world than the unreserved trust of a loved one?
"Sir, I..."
"Let's go, A'Zhu, I'll take you to a place."
Murong Fu took off his cloak and put it on A'Zhu: "It's cold, be careful of catching a cold."
In early spring, there was still a bit of chill in the air. As soon as A'Zhu put on the large cloak, her body felt warm immediately.
There is also Murong Fu's body temperature on it.
"Watch your step."
In the darkness, Murong Fu stretched out a hand and held A'Zhu's hand.
"good......"
A'Zhu lowered his head, and the scene in front of him was like the scene when he saw Murong Fu for the first time when he was seven years old.
At that time, Murong Fu also held her hand and said to her in a gentle tone: "Little girl, I will call you A'Zhu from now on. Remember, this is where you will live from now on."
A'Zhu quietly leaned towards Murong Fu's side.
The night was so deep that even the moon fell asleep.
Murong Fu gently patted the boat twice to wake up the dozing dumb servant. When the dumb servant saw Murong Fu coming, he immediately untied the rope, let go of the boat, and carried Murong Fu and A'Zhu towards the center of the lake.
The wind at midnight was so cold that it hurt people's faces. Even though he was wearing the cloak given by Murong Fu, A'Zhu still shivered slightly.
Murong Fu gently pulled A'Zhu over, held him in his arms, and secretly circulated the masculine inner power of Beiming's true energy.
Warm internal energy circulated, A'Zhu's body gradually heated up, and so did his heart.
"Sir, where are we going?"
A'Zhu snuggled into Murong Fu's arms and asked softly.
"Go to Huan Shi Shui Pavilion. When you get there, you will understand."