Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 449 Family

Mrs. Wang and Duan Zhengchun hurried over to see their grandson and granddaughter. The old accounts that had just been mentioned had long been forgotten with the birth of their grandson and granddaughter.

As soon as the door opened, Murong Fu walked into the delivery room in two steps and squatted in front of Wang Yuyan without caring about his image.

"Ma'am, thank you for your hard work."

Murong Fu's eyes were full of love and pity, and he gently held the hand that his wife extended to him.

"Fulang, did I do well?"

Wang Yuyan's eyes were also full of love.

"Very good, you are the best wife in the world."

Wang Yuyan smiled sweetly and fell asleep quietly on Murong Fu's shoulder.

Three days later, all the members of the Murong family gathered together to "wash the third day" for the two newly born members of the Murong family. The so-called "washing the third day" is a custom in the Suzhou area. Three days after the baby is born, the parents and relatives and friends gather together to wash and bathe the baby.

"Oh, what name should I give this rich young man?"

Ah Zhu smiled as she held the sleeping baby girl in her arms, her eyes filled with love and affection.

Murong Fu held Wang Yuyan's hand, and the two walked out hand in hand. Each of them had already reached perfection in the Xiaoyao Sect's internal strength, and had a temperament that was detached from this world and ethereal like fairies. Anyone who saw them would praise them and say, "What a perfect couple."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Yuyan and I have discussed it. The girl's name will be Ning, and the boy's name will be Yan."

As he spoke, Murong Fu placed two pieces of rice paper with a word written on each in front of everyone. On each piece of paper were written a word with iron hooks and silver paintings: one was "Ning" and the other was "Yan".

Duan Zhengchun clapped his hands and said, "Great! A peaceful and happy life. Excellent. My two grandchildren should live a peaceful and happy life."

Murong Fu smiled gently and looked tenderly at his two children who had fallen asleep.

His father is the best in the world of martial arts, his mother is the princess of Dali, his grandfather is the future emperor of Dali, and his great-grandmother is the Empress Dowager of Western Xia. It is the greatest blessing for these two children to live a peaceful and cheerful life.

"Let me see my two nephews and nieces."

From a distance, Feng Bo'e's loud voice could be heard through the heavy curtains and into the hall.

Murong Fu smiled slightly. Feng Bo'e was still the same, straightforward as always.

Feng Bo'e and Bao Bu Tong came together, and only two of the four great ministers arrived. The other two, Deng Baichuan, was still in confinement in the Water Pavilion because of his private involvement with Murong Bo, and Gong Ye Qian was far away in Luoyang, and had other important matters, so he did not come back.

Murong Fu looked at Feng Bo'e and Bao Bu Tong, and sighed with emotion: These two people have been loyal and upright from the beginning to the end, and they are open and honest. Although they have many flaws, their flaws do not overshadow their merits, and they can be regarded as heroes of the time. In the past, when Murong Fu was still young, he also benefited from the help of these two people. Now that he has grown up, he should protect them and give them a good home.

Murong Fu stepped forward and greeted them, "Third Brother Bao, Fourth Brother Feng, long time no see."

Night, pitch black.

Under the sparse starlight, two black figures in night clothes crept into the Shaolin Temple.

The man who came had good martial arts skills and acted extremely secretly, so he did not alarm the monks on duty.

After the two men sneaked into the temple, they did not go to important places such as the Sutra Repository, but went straight to the monks' quarters where the monks of the lower courtyard lived, where a group of lower-level monks of the Shaolin Xu and Kong generations lived.

In the darkness, one of the men in black hesitated for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help feeling nervous and excited, and asked cautiously, "Mr. Gongye, is my child really here?" But it was a woman's voice.

One of these two people is Ye Erniang, who has reformed under Murong Fu's admonition, and the other is Gong Ye Qian sent by Murong Fu.

Gong Yeqian glanced at Ye Erniang and said coldly, "Ye Erniang, Master has allowed you and your son to be reunited because you sincerely repented. As for whether your son will recognize you as his mother who has committed countless evil deeds, it depends on your own fate."

A trace of worry flashed across Ye Erniang's face. She knew she had said something wrong and apologized hastily: "Yes, yes, Ye Erniang is grateful for your kindness, and I will definitely turn over a new leaf and do good instead of evil in the future."

Gong Ye Qian snorted coldly and was too lazy to pay attention to her. If it weren't for the young master's order, he didn't want to pay any attention to this demon who had taken the lives of countless babies.

Walking to a separate monk's house, Gong Yeqian tapped the door lightly, and the bolt broke silently, with a sound so subtle that it was almost inaudible. Ye Erniang was slightly surprised when she saw this: she had known that this retainer of the Murong family had good palm power, but she didn't expect that he had reached such a high level of proficiency. You know, it is not too difficult for martial artists to break a door bolt with palm power, and even most of the ordinary escorts in the rivers and lakes have this skill. However, to break a door bolt so silently is a hundred times more difficult. It is like as long as a person has legs, no matter old, weak, woman or child, it is not difficult to walk thirty meters, but to walk thirty meters within ten breaths, there are not many people in the world who can do it.

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"Your son is in there. Go in. Remember, it will take one stick of incense. Come out immediately when the time is up."

Ye Erniang bowed to express her gratitude, then gently pushed the door open with a nervous mood.

In the dim Zen room, a small oil lamp had a bean-sized flame dancing happily. It was the fourth watch, the darkest time of the day. On the table, a few scattered scriptures were slightly yellowed. A young monk in a gray robe was sleeping with his head resting on his arms.

Ye Erniang stretched out her hand tremblingly and touched the back of the figure in front of her, but when her fingers were about to touch, she pulled back as if burned by a flame.

Xu Zhu slowly opened his eyes. He had just studied the Lankavatara Sutra all night and fell asleep on the desk without knowing it. He had a very long dream. In the dream, he saw his biological parents who had been separated from him for many years. When he woke up, his eyes were wet.

Xu Zhu panicked a little, and quickly turned around and knelt down: "Master Huilun, I didn't fall asleep while doing my homework on purpose. I am guilty."

Noticing that there was someone in the room, he subconsciously thought that the other person was his master, Monk Huilun. However, he did not receive the earnest rebuke from his master as he expected. Feeling a little strange, he slowly raised his head and was startled.

The person in front of him was not Master Huilun, but a female donor he had never seen before.

For some reason, the female donor's face was covered with scars, and her original appearance could no longer be seen. However, tears were about to burst out of her big eyes.

Xu Zhu was surprised, and bowed and clasped his hands together, saying, "Female donor, you are visiting Shaolin Temple so late at night. I wonder what you want from me?"