Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu politely greeted every guest who entered the hall.

Among the crowd, there were two people who were different from the lively scenes of the guests at other tables. They were all talking in soft words, and even pushing cups and changing cups was silent, as if they were afraid of disturbing others. The leading guest also knew nothing about the origins of these two guests. After trying to chat a few words but hitting a snag, the others no longer wanted to make any unnecessary attempts and left it to him. As the host, Murong Fu walked around the two tables from time to time and seemed to be very familiar with them.

"Deputy leader, congratulations!"

The old man in green clothes wore a huge cloak and a hat to completely cover his figure. Only a pair of dry palms like eagle talons were exposed. He was none other than the Eagle, one of the four Dharma Kings of Mingjiao. Wang Fengqiwu.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "It's not easy for Mr. Feng to come down from Guangmingding. This time I have to stay in Gusu for a few days, so that I, the deputy leader, can fulfill my duties as a landlord."

Feng Qiwu quickly waved his hand and said: "How dare you, the deputy leader is too old."

"What's going on over at Guangmingding recently?" Murong Fu asked.

Feng Qiwu hesitated for a moment and said: "Recently, the Ruijinqi brothers who are responsible for detecting the Liao Kingdom in the north have noticed that Yelu Zhongyuan, the king of the South Branch of the Liao Kingdom, seems to be moving frequently. The Liao Kingdom's military strength on the front line of Yunzhou and Weizhou has been three in recent times. The number of people increased by 50,000 in a month. In addition, last month Yelu Zhongyuan also sent people to the general altar to contact and discuss the Mingjiao's entry into the Liao Kingdom. Leader Yang did not know the details, was ambiguous, and did not agree. So he sent his subordinates and others. Cooperate with the deputy leader to investigate the matter and decide the next step."

Murong Fu sneered: "No need to go to such trouble. This old boy Yelu Chongyuan is going to have a showdown with Emperor Yelu Hongji of the Liao Dynasty. The purpose of increasing troops is to put pressure on the Song Dynasty and prevent external interference. The purpose of bringing in the Mingjiao is to bring the Mingjiao down." I'm just tying myself to the rebel chariot and pulling chestnuts from the fire for him."

Feng Qiwu was shocked: "How did the deputy leader know?"

Of course, Murong Fu couldn't say that he had no idea. He could only tell the story of the grievances between Liao Xingzong and his brother Yelu Chongyuan, and add that he had been arranging people to monitor the movements of the northern Liao Kingdom to fool him. However, when others said this, it was nonsense, but when Murong Fu said it, it became a golden rule that cannot be doubted.

Feng Qiwu listened to Murong Fu's serious words and said seriously: "So there is such a cause and effect? ​​Then according to the deputy leader's wishes, what should be done about this matter?"

Murong Fu smiled: "You go back and tell Master Yang not to offend both sides, and wait and see what happens. I will find other ways of my own."

Feng Qiwu said respectfully: "Okay."

Murong Fu left Feng Qiwu and others behind and went to another table: "Brother Huyan, I didn't expect you to be leading the Xixia team this time."

The person who came was none other than Hu Yanlei from Yipin Hall. It was he who sold the gate of Xixia Palace to Li Qiushui's Ma Kuijun that day when the Xixia Palace changed. After this incident, his status in Yipin Hall has also risen. Now he has been promoted to the front of the palace. The deputy director of the department is in charge.

Hu Yanlei picked up a glass of amber wine and saluted: "Congratulations to Brother Murong on your wedding. Hu Yanlei's success today depends entirely on the young master's strength. In the future, wherever he is useful, Hu Yanlei will definitely be loyal to you."

Everyone who should come has already come, and those who will not come are destined to not come to join in the fun. There is only one empty table in the huge hall: that is a vegetarian table specially set up for Shaolin.

Murong Fu sighed inwardly: It seems that Shaolin is still brooding about what happened before.

Whatever.

After a lively day, the guests and hosts dispersed after enjoying themselves.

Next, is the most critical step of the wedding.

For many young people in later generations, the scene on the wedding night is that the bride and groom sit on the bed and count their share of the money, calculating how much they have lost and gained after the wedding banquet. As for the Hexin wine and the like, what is that?

Murong Fu was too lazy to count the gifts, that was the accountant's business.

The spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.

Abi put on a light red dress and walked over holding a large red and gold tray. On the tray was a jade pen.

Murong Fu smiled and said: "I can just uncover it myself, why do I need to borrow it from others?"

Abi smiled and shook her head, then stepped back gently. Before leaving, she gently closed the door, but deliberately left a crack and did not close it tightly.

Murong Fu shook his head and sighed softly: "This little girl!" Just as he was about to reach out and close the door, a sudden thought came to his mind, and a smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth, deliberately pretending not to notice this scene.

Murong Fu sat gently on the bright red acacia bed and said softly: "Cousin, I want to take off my hijab. Is that okay?"

"Ah."

Under the red hijab, the beauty's voice is like a mosquito gnat.

Murong Fu gently hooked a corner of the hijab and slowly lifted it up.

Under the warm candlelight, the beauty is as gentle as jade.

Wang Yuyan's pretty face is like the sunset on the horizon, and her charming and gentle demeanor exudes a charming aura.

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel a little crazy.

"Cousin, you are so beautiful!"

This was Murong Fu's sincere admiration at this moment.

Wang Yuyan was happy in her heart, but she pouted: "Why do you still call me 'cousin'?"

Murong Fu did not expect that Xiao Nizi would become bold at this time, and asked deliberately and narrowly: "Then, what should it be called?"

Wang Yuyan's pretty face was so red that she was almost bleeding. It took her a long time to muster up the courage to say in a voice no louder than a mosquito: "Call me a lady!"

"What? I didn't hear you~"

In fact, with Murong Fu's sharp ears, he had already heard everything clearly, but he just deliberately teased the little beauty. The lady who was originally a lady in the family now shows a shy attitude like Xiaojiabiyu.

Suddenly a gust of fragrant wind approached, and Wang Yuyan's beautiful cheek was already leaning against Murong Fu's chest: "Husband!"

Murong Fu felt that his heart was about to melt.

What more can a husband ask for when his wife is like this?

For women, whether they are wealthy women or rural women, the essence of the wedding night is actually the same.

The cold moon shines brightly, the mandarin duck tent is warm, the good night is too short, the candles on the embroidery table are left with dry tears.

After a night of silence, Murong Fu felt refreshed.

For the next six months, Murong Fu stayed at home without moving, until Wang Yuyan became pregnant.

When he found out that Wang Yuyan was pregnant, Murong Fu was overjoyed. It was not until this moment that he finally felt that the world had a profound connection with him that could not be separated.

So these days, Murong Fu has been staying by Wang Yuyan's side, never leaving. From time to time, he would put his face close to Wang Yuyan's abdomen, trying to listen to the heartbeat of the fetus.

Wang Yuyan looked at Murong Fu's silly smile and had no choice but to let him go.

Out of the expectation of new life, Murong Fu became more determined to do one thing.