Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

"Ah, Master, how is this possible?"

A'Zhu's pretty face turned red and she panicked.

She was Murong Fu's maid. She was the only one who served Murong Fu. How could he let Murong Fu greet her?

"It doesn't matter. Sit down and just chat with me. Since you have recognized His Highness King Zhennan, you no longer need to consider yourself as my maid, Murong Fu."

Murong Fu shook his head and smiled lightly.

"what"

A'Zhu hurriedly knelt down and said, "Young Master, are you going to drive A'Zhu out of Murong's house? Did A'Zhu do something wrong to make Master unhappy? Please punish Master and don't drive A'Zhu away!"

Murong Fu sighed softly, with a complicated expression: "You didn't do anything wrong, you just... Sit down."

Murong Fu held up his hands, and a soft invisible force came out, gently lifting A'Zhu up, and encouraged her to sit down with his gentle eyes.

"Yes, son."

Seeing that Murong Fu had no intention of getting angry, A'Zhu breathed a sigh of relief.

She glanced at Murong Fu secretly, met Murong Fu's eyes, and quickly lowered her head, her heart pounding wildly.

"A'Zhu, if I remember correctly, it has been ten years since you came to Murong's house, right?"

Murong Fu said.

"Yes, Master."

"Do you still remember what happened before you came to Murong's house?" Murong Fu picked up the teacup, took a sip casually, and frowned slightly: the water was wrong.

Seeing Murong Fu frowning, A'Zhu took a sip of the tea in front of him and said with a smile: "Master, you must have mistaken the water for making tea. The year before last, you asked A Bi and I to take the snow from the plum blossom tree. The water is hidden in a white porcelain jar under the largest plum tree in Aoshuangxuan. You usually drink tea from that jar of water."

Murong Fu moved slightly: "Is that so?"

Thinking about it carefully, there is indeed such a memory in my mind. The snow in Gusu was very heavy that year, and the entire city of Gusu was a world of glazed glass, with thousands of frost branches covered in silver, proud snow and cold plum blossoms, and fragrant paths in the garden. Murong Fu had a sudden idea and ordered his two concubines, Aju and Abi, to collect the first snow on the plum tree and make tea next year.

Even though there was a stove to warm their hands and fox furs to protect them from the cold, the two little girls' hands were still red from the cold when they came back after standing in the biting cold wind all morning. Afterwards, the two little girls fell ill and couldn't get out of bed for several days. At that time, Murong Fu didn't pay much attention.

Suddenly remembering this past event, Murong Fu couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.

"It was my lack of consideration that time that caused you and Abi to suffer." Murong Fu said softly.

Although it was not his fault, a trace of guilt still welled up in his heart as he felt the same. He seemed to see two petite figures carefully sweeping a small amount of snow from each plum tree in the huge plum garden, and then sealing it up. The biting cold wind turned their delicate hands red.

A'Zhu shook his head and said: "Master, A'Zhu's life was saved by the Murong family. Everything A'Zhu did for the master was what he should have done."

At the same time, I added silently in my heart: As long as the young master is happy,

Murong Fu sighed in his heart: Silly girl.

"Do you still remember what happened before you came to Murong's house? A'Zhu."

Murong Fu said.

A'Zhu thought for a while and said, "I remember part of it. A'Zhu didn't know who his parents were when he was a child, and he was adopted by a couple. Although they adopted A'Zhu, they were not kind to A'Zhu, and beat and scolded him at every turn. They He also said that when A'Zhu is older, he will sell A'Zhu to him. A'Zhu was very scared, so he ran out secretly.

At that time, A'Zhu was six years old. He had been wandering on the streets for a year. One day, he was bullied by local bullies while playing tricks on the street. Then the master appeared, taught the bullies a lesson, and took A'Zhu back to Murong's house, where he was raped. The young master's personal maid. A few days later Abi also came. When the young master saw that A'Zhu and A Bi's skirts were one red and one blue, he named us A'Zhu and A Bi. You know what happened next, young master."

A'Zhu didn't know why Murong Fu suddenly asked these questions tonight, but facing this young master who taught her to write her own name, how could she hide anything?

"That's right." Murong Fu said softly.

"Then do you hate your adoptive parents?" Murong Fu asked.

A'Zhu thought for a while and shook his head gently: "A'Zhu doesn't hate them. Without them, A'Zhu might have passed away long ago. But A'Zhu also doesn't thank them, because if A'Zhu didn't escape in the first place, A'Zhu would have died. Zhu is now in a pit of fire.”

Murong Fu felt heavy because the truth was actually even more unacceptable than this.

He casually changed the subject: "It's your birthday in two days, right?"

A'Zhu's beautiful eyes lit up: "Master, how did you know?"

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I asked Aunt Ruan to find out."

A'Zhu blushed. In this era, it was self-evident for a man to ask a woman what her birthday meant.

The originally somewhat heavy atmosphere became very charming after this conversation. Late at night, the young man in green, the pretty maid in red, and the thin pine branches were burning in the exquisite red clay stove.

"Aunt Ruan has told you your life experience these days, right?"

Murong Fu coughed lightly and directed the topic elsewhere.

A'Zhu sighed deeply in his heart: "Mom told me all. Mom said that dad had no choice back then."

When Ruan Xingzhu accompanied Duan Zhengchun to Yanziwu, A'Zhu was in charge of the reception.

At first, the two sides did not recognize each other. After getting along for a while, Ruan Xingzhu and A'Zhu felt that each other was gentle and approachable, and they had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with each other. Ruan Xingzhu happened to think of his long-lost children, so he proposed to recognize A'Zhu as his adopted daughter, so he asked about A'Zhu's parents. So by chance, a mother and daughter who had been separated for many years met each other.

Previously, A'Zhu only knew that the big man in front of him was King Zhennan of Dali, but did not know that he turned out to be his biological father.

"Then do you blame them for abandoning you in the first place?"

A'Zhu sighed softly: "It was a little bit at first. But these years, the Murong family treated A'Zhu very well. I think my father and mother also had some difficulties, right? And during this period, father and mother treated A'Zhu very well. I'm fine. Dad also said that he wants to take me back to Dali and make me the princess."

Having said this, A'Zhu quickly glanced at Murong Fu and said with a smile, "A'Zhu will not leave Murong's house."

Looking at A'Zhu, Murong Fu felt inexplicably sad.

"Do you know why your father, His Highness the King of Zhennan, did not come back with me this time?"

Murong Fu felt it was time and asked the first heavyweight question of the night.

A'Zhu said in surprise: "Didn't the young master say that dad is out to visit an old friend in Gusu and won't be able to come back for a while?"

Murong Fu said: "That's because I didn't want your mother to worry and lied to her. The reason why your father didn't come back is because he was seriously injured and was recovering from his injuries!"

A'Zhu felt his eyes go dark, and there were only four words left in his mind: "Life is at stake."