Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Bo was puzzled: Murong Fu's martial arts progress 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.

But when he thought about the capital in his hands, he felt a little more at ease: there were tens of thousands of horse thieves in more than 20 hills in Shandong, Henan and Hebei, but they were secretly controlled by Yan Longyuan.

This is what Murong Bo said was 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 provide 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 now that he was seriously injured, the most important thing was to find a safe place to hide and heal, and to recuperate 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"

After thinking about it, Murong Bo felt the pain in his chest getting worse.

What Murong Fu didn't know was that one of his palms had postponed a bloody turmoil that shocked the entire world for several months. If he had known, he would have regretted not adding more palms.

After a stormy night, Duan Yanqing left temporarily, and Mrs. Wang came to clean up the mess of the night. After Duan Zhengchun thanked him profusely, he decided to stay at Mantuo Villa for a while. After all, he reunited with his old lover after a long separation and experienced the night of life and death last night.

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 party 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 guessed who this "old acquaintance" was with a woman's intuition. However, she was not the kind of woman who couldn't figure it out. Duan Zhengchun had many lovers. It was not a matter of a day or two. At this time, Being jealous will only make you look ridiculous.

"I see, then I would like to thank Master Murong."

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 her "Madam", but considering her identity, it seemed inappropriate, so he compromised by calling her "Auntie".

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 and lowered his head shyly as soon as he looked into his mother's starry eyes for a moment.

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 pavilion.

A'Zhu was alone in her room playing with a bunch of essences 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 fragrance that could cover up her body odor. Because when one is disguised as a man, the fragrance of a virgin is often a flaw.

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. A complete set of short fighting and grappling skills suitable for women was also designed for her.

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 is revived, Murong Fu will naturally be the crown prince, and she will be the princess chosen by Murong Bo for the crown prince.

Although this goal is far away, A'Zhu is still full of expectations.

"Master."

A'Zhu sighed, full of deep thoughts.

"A'Zhu, I'll wait for you on the front porch. Come over here."

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 the same?

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.