Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

In the hall, Wang Yuyan was dressed in apricot yellow palace clothes and leaned next to Mrs. Wang. Her brows were furrowed and her beautiful eyes were filled with tears, as if she had just cried. I don't know if it was because of fear or because someone didn't show up, or both.

The little beauty leaned against Mrs. Wang's side, like a frightened fledgling. She leaned closely against her mother, seeking the slightest warmth. Her plump red lips were slightly dry due to haggard, and she murmured: "Mother , cousin will come to save us, right?"

Hearing her daughter's expectant voice, Mrs. Wang subconsciously wanted to say a few harsh words to express her resentment. Suddenly she thought of something, and a picture appeared in front of her eyes. Suddenly her eyes became red, and she swallowed the harsh words on her lips. Went back.

A rare tenderness appeared on Mrs. Wang's face. She was originally one of those beautiful women who were as gorgeous as peaches and plums, but because of her resentment, she showed herself to others year after year with a face like a thousand-year-old snow mountain. Now she is rare and gentle, just like March in spring, when the ice and snow are beginning to disappear, the spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the grass grows with warblers. fly.

Although she is no longer young, the years have not left many traces on her face. Only her dark eyes are always covered with a layer of frost and snow that cannot be melted away. At this moment, it quietly melts away, like a wisp of frost. Sunlight penetrates thousands of years of ice.

She gently stroked her daughter's hair and comforted her gently: "Yu Yan, my cousin will be here. There must be something that can't get away and it's temporarily stuck."

Even so, Mrs. Wang herself had no idea. Not to mention that Murong Fu's previous habit was to wander around all year round, occasionally staying in Shenhe Villa for a period of time. Because of the relationship between the two families, he rarely set foot in Mantuo Villa. In the past six months, Murong Fu had run a little more frequently, but expecting Murong Fu to come to Mantu Villa on a whim to rescue his mother and son was a stroke of luck.

Five days ago, this group of weirdos suddenly appeared. They did not reveal their identity and origin, but only asked Mrs. Wang to go with them. How could Mrs. Wang agree to such a request? So the two sides broke up and started fighting, but this group of unknown people had extremely high martial arts skills, especially the leading Taoist.

After just one confrontation, two of his mother-in-laws who were in charge were severely injured. Fortunately, although the other party seemed to have malicious intentions, he was not willing to kill anyone and only injured others, so the lives of the two slaves were not in danger.

The leading Taoist priest was not in a hurry, but surrounded the entire villa, trying to force Mrs. Wang to submit in this way. How could Mrs. Wang be submissive according to her temperament? So the two sides came to a stalemate. Although the Taoist leader only has about twenty people, they all have extraordinary skills. They stand in groups of two and stand in one direction, which is better than dozens of healthy and evil slaves.

Over the past five days, the entire Mantuo Villa has been cut off from the outside world.

Wang Yuyan blinked her beautiful eyes and looked at her mother with tears in her eyes: "Mom, where did these people come from? Why are they causing trouble for our family?"

It's not like Wang Yuyan has never seen this kind of trouble coming to her door. It was said that a mother and her son came to her door to assassinate her mother to no avail. It was not uncommon for the Wang family's enemies to come seeking revenge, but this was the first time that a group of highly skilled martial arts men had surrounded the villa.

Mrs. Wang shook her head helplessly: "Mom doesn't know who these people are." She has been thinking hard these days, but she just can't figure out why the Wang family has such powerful enemies in martial arts.

"Mom, do you think he was my father's enemy during his lifetime?" Wang Yuyan frowned slightly and thought.

"That's nonsense, your father." After hearing Wang Yuyan's words, Mrs. Wang subconsciously scolded her. Then she realized that something was wrong, but did not say the second half of the words. She changed her words and said, "Your father was kind and gentle during his lifetime. How could he get into trouble with such powerful people?" The enemy!"

Wang Yuyan was like a frightened little rabbit under this scolding, almost jumping up. She didn't understand why her mother, who had been so gentle just now, became so angry at the mention of her father. She was used to obeying her mother's orders, so she didn't dare to ask again and lowered her head.

Realizing that she had lost her composure, Mrs. Wang felt a trace of regret and gently held her daughter's shoulders, her tone full of guilt: "My mother's words were too harsh."

Wang Yuyan nodded meekly: "It's okay, mother."

Two lines of clear tears fell from the corners of Mrs. Wang's eyes.

At this moment, there were only mother and daughter in the huge hall, which seemed extremely empty. All the maids and servants followed Mrs. Wang's order and stayed in the room waiting to be dispatched. In the hall, several pots of camellias were blooming beautifully. They were brought back by Murong Fu from Dali last time and were placed in the most conspicuous position. Since ancient times, the famous flower is a metaphor for beauty. Flowers bloom and fall. Year after year, there are always some flowers in the world that are broken by the wrong people in the season when the buds first bloom. They are greedy for a while, but then they will only wither for the rest of their lives, waiting for the flowers to fall. The flowers in the world welcome the laughter of birds, and the seasons change. In the eyes of these flowers, there is only one season of winter left in life.

Mrs. Wang looked at her docile and obedient daughter and felt an inexplicable pain.

Unable to bear her daughter to be in such a low mood, Mrs. Wang teased: "You have only been thinking about your cousin all day. If you want to help your mother, I might as well choose a good day to marry you. This will save you the trouble with your cousin all day long." My head hurts."

A joke made Wang Yuyan's eyes light up instantly, and she responded hurriedly: "Okay, okay, okay." Suddenly she realized something was wrong, and quickly changed her words, her cheeks turned red, and she said cowardly: "Mom, you Just kidding again.”

Alas, women are not allowed to stay in college.

Mrs. Wang sighed inwardly at her daughter's gesture.

At this rare moment of tenderness, a small but clear voice sounded in their ears. As soon as this voice came out, both mother and daughter looked surprised. Wang Yuyan was so happy that she wanted to run directly out of the hall, but she gave up because her mother was beside her. It was just the appearance of her lover that made the girl's heart beat violently.

The joy in Wang Yuyan's eyes almost overflowed: "Mom, it's my cousin. My cousin is here."

Mrs. Wang breathed a sigh of relief, knowing in her heart that this matter could be solved. Although Murong Fu was somewhat looked down upon by her in the past, to be fair, his martial arts skills were still top-notch and he should be able to take care of things here.

In the blink of an eye, Murong Fu's figure appeared at the door of the hall.

Still wearing a green shirt and a folding fan, Murong Fu had a smile in his eyes, and at the first sight he saw the girl jumping towards him happily.

"cousin!"

The warm fragrant nephrite was in his arms, and Murong Fu's nose twitched slightly. Wang Yuyan's hair has a pleasant floral fragrance, which is very similar to the fragrance of camellia that she smelled in Dali.

"Cousin, I, I miss you so much."

After many days of waiting to miss you, thousands of words came to my lips and turned into this simple "I miss you so much."

Murong Fu gently patted Wang Yuyan's vest: "Okay Yuyan, isn't my cousin here?" Then he spoke softly and comforted her for a long time before he stopped the little girl's sobbing.

It wasn't until a ray of resentful eyes hit his face that Murong Fu realized something was wrong. He gently pushed Wang Yuyan away, straightened his clothes and bowed before saying, "My nephew, I wish my aunt well."

"Get up, reinstate your position. It's been a long time since I've been in the village, why am I free today?"

Mrs. Wang returned to her cold as frost and snow look.