Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

In the dark night, Duan Yanqing quietly landed ashore by boat, and he and Yan Longyuan split into two groups and acted separately.

It was late at night and there was no one around. Duan Yanqing got off the boat and walked carefully towards Mantuo Villa with two bamboo sticks.

Although the mysterious man Mr. Yan promised to lure Murong Fu away, there is no guarantee that there will not be other masters in the villa. If he is entangled, it will be troublesome.

When I came to the village, I saw that it was a courtyard with three entrances and three exits. Although the area was not very open, the layout was extremely elegant. Although it was already the fourth watch, the whole courtyard was still brightly lit with silver candles shining brightly. Compared with the fumes of oil lamps, candles are more preferred by rich families, but the cost is not low. It is impossible for ordinary wealthy families to light candles in every room all night and all night.

Duan Yanqing secretly admired in his heart that the prosperity and wealth of the Song Dynasty was indeed unmatched by the small country of Dali. The grandeur of a wealthy family from the south of the Yangtze River was already comparable to that of a prince's family in Dali.

Seeing that there were many servants and women in Mantuo Villa, people coming and going from time to time, and not knowing Duan Zhengchun's whereabouts, Duan Yanqing didn't want to scare the snake and lose the opportunity, so he hid aside to check secretly.

Originally, if Murong Fu was here, his whereabouts would have been exposed long ago if he was allowed to investigate like this. However, at this time, Wang Yuyan had already gone to bed, and the skills of other people in the village were too far behind, so he was allowed to go as a person with disabled legs. I walked around and looked around but no one found me.

Duan Yanqing hid behind a rockery and paid attention to the servants coming and going. Suddenly he noticed several maids walking towards the inner courtyard under the leadership of an old woman. All the maids were carrying food boxes in their hands and walking in a hurry.

One of the maids said: "Madam's temper is getting weirder and weirder. In the past, it was enough to catch a man and kill him, but she arrested the men brought by the young master indiscriminately and wanted to beat them to death. If he falls behind, he won't be killed or released. He will be locked up in the dungeon for a few days. He will also visit the person in person from time to time. No, he will order someone to make midnight snacks for him in the middle of the night. "

Another maid said: "Yes, but I think that although that man is old, his behavior and demeanor are not ordinary people. Even the magistrates and Taoists have no magnanimity that can compare with him. Is this so? A man is Madam’s enemy?”

"I see, they are not enemies, more like..."

"Nonsense, watch your tongue!"

The leading lady heard what the two maids said became more and more outrageous, and she was afraid that something would happen, so she hurriedly glared at them.

The two little maids were so frightened by the mother-in-law that they immediately shut up and did not dare to murmur any more.

Duan Yanqing heard all this clearly in the dark and thought to himself: Murong Fu is not married, so where did he get his wife? After a second thought, I realized that the young master the two little maids mentioned was Murong Fu. In other words, this is not Murong Fu's manor. There should not be many masters here. Thinking about it again, the person locked in the dungeon should be Duan Zhengchun.

Although he was wondering why Duan Zhengchun was locked up for no reason. But this would be more convenient for me. So he made up his mind to secretly follow the two little maids and the old woman to see where the dungeon they mentioned was.

So Duan Yanqing followed him all the way without disturbing anyone.

At this time, in the dungeon, Mrs. Wang stood alone at the door of the cell talking to Duan Zhengchun.

Mrs. Wang said softly: "Mr. Duan, don't blame me for locking you up here. Because I know that if I let you go like this, you will never come back again. This was true more than ten years ago, and it will be like this more than ten years later." Still."

A trace of reminiscence flashed in Mrs. Wang's eyes, and her originally cold gaze became gentle. Then she seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of resentment flashed across her face. All kinds of complicated emotions were changing alternately on her face.

Although he was behind bars, there was no trace of anger or resentment on Duan Zhengchun's face. On the contrary, he felt that although the life at this time could not be said to be like being in heaven, it was still very useful to him. This is the greatness of Duan Zhengchun. People who claim to be romantic are often proud of the beauty and number of women they possess. Although Duan Zhengchun has countless confidantes, he has always been sincere to everyone, even if the other party wants to kill him at first. Even if you harm him, he will be happy with it.

As the saying goes, a virtuous girl is afraid of stalking her husband. Imagine being surrounded by such a passionate and passionate man all the time. In addition, this man is of noble birth, handsome, and has top-notch martial arts skills. Over time, what woman can resist?

Therefore, even though Duan Zhengchun owed countless romantic debts outside, and even his first wife, Dao Baifeng, moved to a Taoist temple in anger, he still remained devoted to him after so many years. This kind of ability is really impressive.

Duan Zhengchun looked at Mrs. Wang who was lost in reminiscence, his eyes full of affection: "Aluo, why do you bother me? You know, from the moment we first met, my heart was destined to be mine for the rest of my life. He is your prisoner. Why do you keep this rotten Duan Zhengchun here?"

"Without you, in my opinion, the so-called heaven and earth are just a bigger cage. Only when you are by my side, I feel that life is interesting. Someone once compared the heaven and earth to a furnace, and all living things are nothing more than a big cage. They are just common things suffering in this boundless furnace. But the moment I met you, I realized that in this world, I, Duan Zhengchun, am not an indispensable passerby in a hundred generations. Do you know, Aluo? ? Every time the Dali camellia blooms in these years, I will think of you and the white camellia that I personally tied in your hair that year. I still remember that it has a nice name, called " "You have charming eyes, do you remember A Luo?"

Duan Zhengchun was very affectionate and told her all kinds of love words for free, which made Mrs. Wang's eyes red and she was in a daze.

Just as the two were reminiscing about the past and couldn't help themselves, an inappropriate voice interrupted their gentle words.

"Mrs. Qichen, the late-night snack you requested has been prepared."

Mrs. Wang's words were interrupted. She glared at a few confidants, maids and mothers-in-law with slight annoyance, and said angrily: "Leave it here and you guys can go away!"

Sensing the displeasure in their master's tone, several servants did not dare to speak, so they responded with a "yes", put down their things and walked away quickly.

However, before they could take a few steps, there was a scream.

The leader, Granny Rui, had a bamboo stick pierced through her chest. She stared wide-eyed at the strange man in green robes in front of her. Such a late night and such behavior made the two maids suspect that the other was an evil ghost from hell.

"What's going on! What's all the fuss about!"

Mrs. Wang scolded angrily.

But no one answered her, because the two maids had already been knocked down by Duan Yanqing with a Yang finger.

"Hey, Duan Zhengchun, you are lucky. You will always have a bunch of confidants accompanying you wherever you go!"

Duan Yanqing smiled strangely and walked towards the two of them step by step.

Mrs. Wang also screamed when she saw Duan Yanqing suddenly appearing. I saw that the opponent was holding two pitch black bamboo canes, one of which had blood dripping down drop by drop, and a blood mark was pulled out on the entire dungeon floor. Duan Yanqing, on the other hand, was dressed in a green robe, with disheveled hair. His whole body was covered with scars, especially on his neck, where a deep scratch was shocking. It would be no exaggeration to say that he looked like a human being and half a ghost.

Duan Zhengchun was surprised: "Duan Yanqing? How did you find this place?"