Last night, Jiumozhi's sudden attack cast a layer of doubt in everyone's mind.
"It would make sense to say that the monk broke his promise and broke the promise and killed him. However, the two brothers Zhu Dan and Chu Wanli were unscathed. They were just tapped in their sleeping holes. The two Tianzhu monks did not escape either.
It’s really hard to explain Jiumozhi’s motives.”
Gao Shengtai touched his chin, looking confused.
Everyone was also puzzled.
This is no wonder everyone. Among the people present, except Duan Yu and Murong Fu, no one knew the existence of Beiming Divine Art, and Duan Yu also didn’t know that there was someone other than himself who had mastered Beiming Divine Art in the world. In many cases, it was not about people.
There is no big gap with human wisdom, it's just a matter of information asymmetry.
Deng Baichuan said solemnly: "I have checked the two Tianzhu monks myself. Except for being a little weak, there is no other abnormality between them. I think it may be that Jiumozhi and the two Tianzhu monks are inseparable in appearance.
There was some kind of festival, so I took the opportunity to take revenge."
Except for Murong Fu, everyone felt that this explanation was the most reasonable. But this time it was Murong Fu who was wrong. Deng Baichuan did guess some unknown secrets by mistake. However, these are all
That's a story for another day.
Duan Zhengming worriedly said: "No matter what the truth of the matter is, since Jiumozhi is determined to be a traitor and has made a comeback, I am worried that nephew Murong Xian will be in danger when he goes north this time. I suggest that everyone go to Henan together to prevent any unexpected events."
Everyone thought it was reasonable, but only Murong Fu objected: "Thank you for your kindness, but now there are two monks in Shenhe Village who are a big threat. According to the agreement, we cannot tie them up or imprison them in a cage. Moreover, we cannot tie them up or imprison them in a cage.
, who knows what incomprehensible means the other party has. We can only ask the two masters, uncle and Master Honkan, to stay here to prevent unexpected events. Jiumozhi may not have intentionally broken the contract. Maybe, as Brother Deng said, there is something wrong.
Hidden secrets.
Although later on he would secretly run to Wang Yuyan, but as he grew older, he increasingly shouldered the expectations of his family and was busy practicing martial arts all day long without caring about anything else.
The reason why Murong Fu opened his mind was a bowl of chicken soup for the soul: the outcome of a person's life is destined. The difference between the lives of princes, generals and ministers and the lives of peddlers lies in their respective processes. If you don't practice in the world of mortals but look for the so-called road in the mountains, that is just asking for fish.
, seeking fame and reputation.
There was no news after that. She only knew that Murong Fu seemed to have successfully survived the disaster and was not seriously injured, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Um"
The previous episode of Jiumozhi's night attack passed in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere.
Murong Fu walked to the door and knocked gently.
Wang Yuyan's pretty face blushed slightly: "Cousin, I am already an adult, why are you still coaxing me like you were a child?"
At the end, Murong Fu said softly: "Yu Yan, I may go to the north for a few days."
Doesn't he care about me? But he already proposed marriage to his mother! Is it because his mother didn't help him and his cousin was angry? Impossible, my cousin is not that kind of person. Could it be said that he regrets it? Is it really what my mother said?
, Are all men in the world heartless? No, no, no, it’s impossible. There may be heartless men in this world, but they will definitely not be my cousin.
It was when the twenty-eight-year-old girl had the most worries, and there was no one she could talk to to help solve her problems. As a result, in just a few days, the little beauty lost a whole lot of weight.
The spoon in Wang Yuyan's hand hit the edge of the bowl, her delicate hand trembled obviously, and her eyes instantly turned red again. She hurriedly lowered her head and pretended to eat porridge, and said in a small voice: "It doesn't matter, cousin, the man is ambitious in all directions. The Murong family's
Men should have a big heart. Cousin, you don’t have to worry about me. Just come and see me when you are free."
To be on the safe side, I suggest that Brother Duan, Second Brother Gongye, and Basikong go with me. With the combined efforts of the four of us, even if Jiumozhi wants to cause trouble, he will definitely return without success."
In the ears of lovers, these simple words are worth a thousand words. Wang Yuyan could no longer care about her image and threw herself into Murong Fu's arms. Her pink tears fell like broken bead curtains onto Murong Fu's sleeves.
superior.
Wang Yuyan's shoulders trembled slightly and her voice was like a mosquito.
"Yu Yan is in her room. You go find her. I'm warning you not to bully her, otherwise, huh!" As she said this, Mrs. Wang rolled her eyes at Murong Fu, who quickly said no.
The gentle words made Wang Yuyan's eyes turn red. Some time ago, A'Zhu Abi brought Mr. Duan and Bao BubuTong, whom he had met once in Dali, to the village and said that Mr. Duan had encountered a powerful enemy. At that time, Wang
Madam kept it secret and didn't tell him. She only found out after asking around afterward.
He vaguely remembered that when he was about fourteen or fifteen years old, he liked to tease Wang Yuyan like this. At that time, Wang Yuyan was only six or seven years old. She would follow behind her all day long and call her "cousin, cousin".
My younger sister likes it and finds it fun, and often takes her to avoid adults and play around like two wild children in the country. Oh, by the way, there are also two little girls, Aju Abi.
"Okay, reinstatement, why are you here to pay your respects to me, an old woman? You are clearly here to see Yu Yan. I heard that you had a big fight with a master some time ago, and you didn't lose your life. You
You’re not young anymore, so don’t wander around in the world all day long. It’s time to calm down and think about starting a family and starting a business.”
Then he erased this idea from his mind. How could the author write dozens of chapters and the protagonist still gets beaten up all the time.
Wang Yuyan's beautiful figure is reflected on the window paper, a graceful lady, looking at the shadow with self-pity. The flickering candlelight makes Wang Yuyan's figure appear even thinner and thinner. Anyone who looks at it will involuntarily feel a sense of pity.
"Greetings to my aunt."
So the two people gradually became alienated.
Murong Fu felt a dull pain somewhere in his heart, and the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.
Concentrating his mind, Murong Fu cleared his throat and said: "Brother Duan Xian, as the prince of Dali, you condescend to recognize me as your brother. Brother Yu is extremely ashamed. Brother Xian is the prince of Zhennan, the Duan family's Zhilan, gold and silver treasures, and martial arts secrets.
There is no shortage of everything. Brother, I really have nothing to give you. Last time, I only talked about the beginning of "The Story of the Stone". Later, I was busy dealing with Jiumozhi, so I haven't been able to tell you the rest. This time I go
Henan, I’m sure it won’t be too busy along the way. Brother Yu will tell Brother Xian the rest of the story on the way.”
The moon is like a hook, the stars are like falling. Tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams.
The girl called Hongxiang responded respectfully: "Yes", not feeling anything wrong at all. After all, Murong Fu was considered half a master, so he could still make the decision on such a small matter.
Murong Fu had already ordered people to prepare for going north. Deng Baichuan personally came forward to find reliable people and spent hundreds of taels of silver to rent a five-foot-long luxury passenger ship. The necessary salutes, dry food, etc. were already prepared.
, just waiting to set off early tomorrow morning.
After noticing something strange about himself, Murong Fu was shocked. It was clearly not his own memory, so why did he feel this way?
The small courtyard where Wang Yuyan lives.
Murong Fu ordered one of the maids: "Hongxiang, go down and tell the kitchen to prepare some food for the lady, preferably something light."
Inside the house, Wang Yuyan's clear and melodious voice sounded like an oriole: "Grandma Ping, I told you not to eat dinner, so don't come here to persuade her again."
What I originally wanted to do was to stay away from the protagonist group as much as possible to avoid becoming unlucky. I could keep my own land and spend the rest of my life having sex with my cousin in Shenhe Village. As for whether to restore the country or not, please, Qing Dynasty.
No, Dayan has been dead for more than 600 years, not less than this moment. Leave the future matters to Murong Xiaofu, Murong Xiaofu should worry about it. After all, we must believe in the wisdom of future generations.
Is it possible that because of his time travel, the protagonist has changed?
Isn't this right?
Later, she heard that although Murong Fu successfully escaped from danger, he was injured. She remembered that she had trouble sleeping and eating all day long, and she wished she could fly to Shenhe Village. As a result, she was given a grounding order by Mrs. Wang. The reason was that if it was an enemy that Murong Fu's martial arts could not deal with,
Wang Yuyan's departure will also cause chaos.
If you compare it to today's vulgar movies and TV dramas, it's so beautiful, strong and miserable that it can be filmed for more than 80 episodes, "The Resentful Cousin".
Duan Yu was greatly surprised when he heard this. It was indeed as Murong Fu said, with his status, he had to have everything. Only the anecdotes in this world really made him want to stop. He only felt that what Murong Fu had said before was "
"The Story of the Stone" is ten thousand times more exciting than what ordinary storytellers tell.
Murong Fu caressed Wang Yuyan's slightly messy hair a few times, and said with concern: "You, you." Then he sighed.
A large bowl of lotus leaf and hibiscus porridge and several exquisite snacks were quickly served.
Murong Fu comforted her with warm words. Although he was not good at comforting people, to Wang Yuyan, it sounded more heart-warming than any sweet words.
The two guard girls had noticed Murong Fu a long time ago, and because it was Murong Fu, they did not stop him. These two maids looked ordinary, but in fact they knew martial arts. It was more than enough for a few gangsters to take care of them.
He is Wang Yuyan's personal bodyguard.
Murong Fu was slightly startled. Wang Yuyan's casual words were like ripples of blue water ruffled by the spring breeze, which brought back a memory in him.
After saying that, he kowtowed heavily. Emperor Baoding, Ben Guan and others just looked at Duan Yu and Murong Fu with smiles, without any objection, and looked very pleased. Murong Fu hurriedly helped Duan Yu in front of him: "
Brother Duan Xian, I have become a brother, please get up quickly, please get up quickly."
At the same time, I always felt a bit funny. If the plot had been followed, Murong Fu would have been the backdrop for Duan Yu's trio. He was busy everywhere, making wedding clothes for others, and the clown turned out to be me. What was even worse was that he was poached by Duan Yu.
The foot of the wall used his own painful experience to prove what it means that as long as the hoe is wielded well, there is no foot of the wall that cannot be dug down. In the end, a handsome and troubled young man, betrayed by all his relatives, wore a paper crown on the grave and dreamed of his own emperor's dream.
But it seems that from that day on, under the ban of the two adults, the two rarely played together.
Previously, because his opponent was too strong, Murong Fu knew that Mrs. Wang could not be of much help, so he simply did not mention it to her. Later, the princes of Dali also visited Mrs. Wang at her mansion out of respect for Murong Fu. In order to avoid trouble, Murong Fu
Fu simply concealed the identities of Duan Zhengming and others, saying only that they were his close friends.
He shook his head to push away the strange emotions in his heart. The smile returned to his face and he continued to chat and laugh with Wang Yuyan.
Murong Fu felt very sad.
One time, I picked lotus pods and accidentally overturned the boat. The girl fell into the water. Without thinking, she jumped into the water with a pop, but she forgot that she couldn't swim and choked several times. Fortunately, Aju Abi and two little girls
The child, whose aqueous nature was far stronger than that of Murong Fu, a novice, managed to save the two of them with no danger.
Wang Yuyan was all dirty and wet, and she burst into tears. But she laughed heartlessly and was very happy.
Looking at Duan Yu's adoring eyes, Murong Fu felt that this world was a bit dreamy.
"Yu Yan, you have lost weight." Murong Fu's eyes were smiling.
Although she still looked cold in front of outsiders, now facing Murong Fu, Mrs. Wang's expression was no longer as cold as before.
Murong Fu gently blew a spoonful of porridge to cool it down, then brought it to Wang Yuyan's mouth, like coaxing a child: "Ah, open your mouth."
Murong Fu coughed lightly: "Then if my cousin invites me, can I have a few drinks with you?"
Duan Yu is so smart. He noticed it when Duan Zhengming called Murong Fu his nephew. Now when Emperor Baoding asked him to listen to Murong Fu's words along the way, he was overjoyed. He quickly got up and knelt down: "Brother Murong, please accept me.
I pay my respects to my foolish brother Duan Yu!"
In Mantuo Villa, Murong Fu bowed respectfully. In front of him was the iceberg beauty, Mrs. Wang Li Qingluo.
What's even more rare is that since Murong Fu came back from Dali, Mrs. Wang has never used anyone to make flower fertilizer. This has allowed countless guilty men to escape death. Murong Fu estimated that this change should be
The pots of camellia I brought back from Dali also had the effect of my white lies.
Not to mention the twists and turns of the story, the poems and songs mixed in it are not as good as those of great masters such as Li Qinglian and Du Shaoling, but they are at least the first-class in the world. And Ci Feng is quite interesting when combined with the plot of the story.
It feels like a thousand pounds of olives, chewing them for a long time and leaving you with endless aftertaste.
Although his words were rude, his tone was gentle, his face was kind, and he had no intention of scolding anyone.
Duan Zhengming stroked his beard happily and said with a smile: "Then I will follow my nephew Murong Xian. Yu'er, do you hear me? Everything depends on your elder brother Murong. This is your first time traveling far away. In the past, you were running around in Dali.
, as long as you report your identity, everyone will respect you and let you go. This time we are in the Song Dynasty, and your identity as the heir apparent will not matter. If you cause any trouble on the road, see how your father and I deal with you later!"
Nowadays, the original protagonist of Destiny kneels respectfully in front of him and calls him big brother. The key is still an expression of admiration and admiration on his face. That expression is, well, very obedient.
"Cousin, don't worry. In two years' time, when my aunt's heart is over, I will definitely marry you."
After thinking about it, everyone thought it made sense and had no objection. Only Duan Zhengming was worried that Duan Yu would cause trouble on the road due to his lack of experience in the world. Murong Fu assured that with him and others taking care of him, Duan Yu was smart and witty, so he would definitely not
There will be problems.
I used to joke with my classmates that if I couldn't find a job after graduation, I would ride a three-wheeler in a scenic spot. The editor gave me three consecutive recommendations in the first round to qualify for the second round of recommendation. Thank you to the editor,
The editor must have experienced the tragedy of Zhuge Liang's six expeditions to Qishan. At the same time, I would also like to thank all the young heroes, middle heroes, and old heroes who have followed it all the way. Your praise is the motivation for me to update.
Just that piece of lame Taoist priest's "Good Song" made Duan Yu deeply involved. If Murong Fu hadn't stopped him with his life, he would have been ready to become a monk.
The figure of the beauty in the room suddenly froze, and then the door suddenly opened, and Wang Yuyan's pretty figure flew into Murong Fu's arms. He suddenly remembered that there was a maid beside him, and took two steps back with a blush on his face.
Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't tell this guy about Prime Minister Cao.
But why didn't Murong Fu come to see her for so long? During this period, she was frowning all day long, sighing frequently, and thinking about all kinds of things in her heart.
Duan Yu thought it was reasonable and would not become a monk for the time being.
The second round of recommendations that I have been thinking about finally came tonight. In a sense, I have realized my career plan of "waiting for three rounds". The 4,000-word long chapter explains it clearly, and there is no need to be muddled. There will be more tonight at midnight.
Chapter 1: The author of "Feng Jie" asks for some reading.
By the way, there is no need to leave a comment like "I'm done reading this, it's very stupid" or "Stop writing and find a job in a factory" after reading the message. On the one hand, these words reflect the low quality of the person who left the message. On the other hand, they discriminate against workers.
Class, the suspicion of discrediting the working people. The working class is great, extremely creative and constructive. I have always had high respect. If I am lucky enough to go deep into the working people and learn from the working people, it will also be my as a little intellectual.
Although in the public opinion environment of this era, reading is useless, I personally think that twenty years of education experience is still somewhat useful. At least most of the time, I can speak calmly, which is very important. 3.
Come on, your accusations against me are really not as sharp and pungent as Mr. Lu Xun's use of a pen as a knife. I'm afraid it won't have much appreciation value if you put it in the comment area. In order not to waste everyone's time, I deleted it.
No offense intended, if you offend me, I'll do it next time.