Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu smiled and said, "Did you hear what I just said? My princess?"

A'zhu was adopted as the adopted daughter of Emperor Baoding and was given the title Princess Yankang, hence the term "Princess Lady". Murong Fu often used it to tease this girl in private.

Ah Zhu said coquettishly, "It's annoying. Master, you're playing tricks on me again."

After some teasing, Ah Zhu's face darkened: "Young Master, are you really going to attack the master?"

Murong Fu's face darkened, and he shook his head, saying, "Although he didn't raise me, we are still blood relatives. I won't kill him, but I can't let him continue to do whatever he wants in the outside world. He can't continue to make enemies everywhere under the name of the Murong family. I will give him a stable old age, but I will also take away his freedom."

Ah Zhu breathed a sigh of relief. She was more or less grateful to this old master who lived in the shadows.

"From now on, Ah Zhu, you can do your own things freely. Your destiny is in your own hands."

Murong Fu said softly.

"Azhu just wants to stay with you forever, just like Sister Abi."

three days later.

The night was as cold as water, with jackdaws startled from time to time, frost all over the sky, and the sound of bells ringing from outside the city of Gusu from time to time, adding a bit of homesickness to the wanderers who were away from home. However, although the wanderers were drifting away like kites, there was always a thread called hometown that firmly tied the soul to its destination.

Where should the wandering souls in this world go?

Just after the fourth watch, the entire Gusu city was immersed in sleep. A wandering soul who had been wandering in the world for nearly thirty years took advantage of the moonlit night to quietly find his familiar hometown.

The man was wrapped tightly from head to toe in a moon-white robe. However, on such a moonlit night, a person in white clothes was no different from an ink spot on a white board under the moonlight, and was clearly visible at a glance.

The man came to the Taihu Lake, looked around for a while, and found the small black-sailed boat hidden in the reeds. He untied the boat rope skillfully, released the boat into the lake, and with a few pushes of the bamboo pole, the boat sailed towards the center of the lake like an arrow.

Everything is still so familiar. Although I have been back here once a year ago, it was only a quick glance at that time. Moreover, I had a fierce fight with that unfilial son and almost lost my life on the spot. I still feel scared when I think about it.

But on second thought, I have been away from home for many years, and that kid has practiced on his own and has made such advanced martial arts skills. It really does not bring disgrace to the Murong family. With time, maybe he can restore the glory of our ancestor, Duke Longcheng, which is also gratifying.

Thinking of these things, and adding the news from the loyal servants who had been arranged in Yanziwu earlier, Murong Bo decided to show up and talk to his son whom he had not seen for many years, and to plan together for the cause of restoring Yan.

In these years, Murong Bo used the pseudonym Yan Longyuan and traveled around, sending out countless Black Swallow Flags. Although he made many enemies, he also laid a solid foundation for the future cause of restoring Yan. Once the world changes one day, he will make a call and people from all over the country will respond, and the great cause of Murong's ancestors will be restored.

Thinking of this, Murong Bo couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

As the saying goes, "Homesickness makes one feel timid", but Murong Bo is full of energy at this moment: Fu'er, he will definitely understand my good intentions.

There was fog on the surface of the lake, but it did not prevent Murong Bo from finding Yanziwu based on his memory.

There was silence in Yanziwu, not even a light was on.

Murong Bo was slightly startled, as if there was some unusual atmosphere in the air, it was too quiet. With dozens of servants in Yanziwu, it shouldn't be so quiet. The entire Yanziwu was like a huge tomb, without a single sound.

"Let's find that kid Fu'er first."

Suddenly, Murong Bo felt a gust of cold wind sweeping past, and the sound of a flute, like resentment and longing, came into his ears. Murong Bo shuddered suddenly: This flute sound really makes people feel uncomfortable.

Murong Bo looked up and saw that a light had been lit up in the distance. A lonely star and a cold moon, a startled crow at night, a little spark, like a will-o'-the-wisp wandering in the wilderness.

Murong Fu shuddered unconsciously.

"Since the guest has come uninvited, why don't you come in and have a chat?"

The flute sound stopped, and an emotionless voice came from afar.

Murong Bo was slightly startled: This voice seems to be Fu'er? Has he already noticed it? Good boy, it seems that his skills have improved again.

Since his whereabouts had been revealed, Murong Bo no longer tried to hide his tracks and walked to the house openly.

The door was not closed, Murong Bo pushed it open and walked straight in.

A young man in his thirties, with his right hand supporting his forehead, sat beside a table, on which two cups of freshly brewed tea were steaming.

He was wearing a green robe with his belt loosened, and his black hair was casually pinned up with a jade hairpin. When he saw the person pushing the door open, the young man did not even look up, but just made a casual gesture: "Please take a seat."

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The last time he visited in the dark, Murong Bo did not carefully observe his son whom he had not seen for many years. Now, looking at him carefully in the light, Murong Bo could not help but sigh that time has passed. The small sapling back then has now grown into a beautiful tree and can be displayed in the courtyard.

"Your Excellency is visiting us late at night. What advice do you have for us?"

Murong Fu glanced at the other person casually, his tone as bland as a glass of boiled water.

Murong Bo said, "I heard that Murong's son Qilin has turned one year old, and all the heroes in the world went to Murong's house to ask for a glass of wine. I used to have an old relationship with Lord Murong thirty years ago, so I rushed here from another place, but I didn't expect to be a step late."

Murong Fu picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip. He said, "I didn't know my father had a good friend like you when he was alive. I just don't know why you came to visit me so late at night?"

Murong Bo did not answer. He stood up and looked around: "This is the quiet room where Lord Murong practiced martial arts in the past. It has been nearly 30 years, and the furnishings here have not changed."

Murong Fu said, "My late father passed away a long time ago, and I don't come here often. I just ask people to clean up on weekdays, so the things haven't been moved much."

Murong Bo smiled and said, "Well, Master Murong has not forgotten his father's ambition. If Master Murong knew about this in the afterlife, he would be pleased for you."

He covered himself up tightly and changed his voice deliberately. Not to mention Murong Fu, even his old friends wouldn't be able to recognize him.

Murong Fu said: "From your words and actions, it seems that you are very familiar with my father. How should I address you?"

Murong Bo smiled and said, "My name is not important. I came here tonight because I have a question for you, sir. What are your plans for the future? Do you still remember the wishes of the ancestors of the Murong family?"