Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

The braised pork appeared on the table for the first time and was delicious to everyone.

Baby Gan kept eating and couldn't stop at all. The juice of the braised pork remained at the corners of her mouth, adding a bit of delicateness to her appearance.

Qin Hongmian chewed slowly, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of smile appeared on her usually stern face.

Murong Fu, Deng Baichuan, Gongsun Qian and Feng Bo'e were drinking rice wine, clinking cups and enjoying themselves.

The food on the table was quickly cleared out.

"Hurry~" Gan Baobao couldn't help but burped, but noticed that Murong Fu was looking at him. A blush appeared on his face, and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Hehe, Master Murong, how come you are so awesome?" There seemed to be little stars in Gan Baobao's eyes, full of admiration.

"What do you mean, baby sister?"

"You are only 12 years old, but you are very skilled in martial arts, tea art, cooking, and literary talent. I don't know what else you can't do."

"Yes, sir, we are all convinced." Deng Baichuan and his companions were also slightly tipsy, and they deeply resonated with Gan Baobao's words.

"It's nothing special. I have been practicing martial arts since I was young, and I also study and practice calligraphy at night. My family is not short of money. An ordinary family spends only two coins a year, but I spend a hundred taels a year just to light a lamp."

Murong Fu spoke with some sigh, memories emerging in his eyes. In his previous life, he had mobile phones and other entertainment devices, and he never went to bed early. In this life, he had the foundation of inner strength, and it was enough for him to sleep for 12 to 2 hours out of the 3 hours in a day.

With Murong Bo and his mother Wang taking turns to teach him, he only has two to three hours to rest each day.

It is not difficult to imagine that if the original Murong Fu had been living in this high-pressure policy since childhood for decades, then the idea of ​​restoring the country would eventually become an obsession and a paranoia.

"Sir, sometimes it's really incredible. I feel like you don't look like a 12 or 3-year-old boy. Although I'm 3 to 4 years older than you, I'm like a child in front of you, and you seem to have a middle-aged soul living in your heart."

Qin Hongmian also drank some rice wine and was already a little tipsy. She was so excited that she couldn't help but hold Murong Fu's hand.

Murong Fu was suddenly shocked, thinking that his soul had been discovered. His palm trembled and he subconsciously clenched it.

It has been several months since Murong Bo passed away, and two months since he came to Quancheng. Murong Fu is already 13 years old. It is spring now, and everything is growing. It is the season of humming again.

Feeling the slight coolness of the hand tightly grasped, Murong Fu couldn't help but look at his hand, and saw the slender, white and soft hand in his hand. Although this hand has been holding a knife for many years, it does not feel rough at all, but rather soft and boneless.

Murong Fu couldn't help but twist it lightly, and the soft hair in his hand seemed to be frightened and pulled away quickly.

Murong Fu smiled and pinched his nose to cover up his embarrassment, but in the eyes of others, it looked like he was sniffing something that was still unsatisfied.

Gan Baobao was stunned. He had never seen his senior sister lose her composure like this before. He thought his senior sister would always be like an iceberg and would never melt.

Murong Fu coughed lightly and said softly, "It has been more than half a year since my father passed away suddenly. Although my Murong family has a long-standing reputation, the descendants are declining, and Fu has been the only heir for several generations. Therefore, I have a lot of thoughts and feelings, and I can't help but grow. That's why Sister Qin (dear) feels that my inner soul is like middle-aged."

As he spoke, Murong Fu shook his head gently, as if he was sighing, or as if he wanted to drive away his sorrow, and there was a sense of desolation in his words.

"Master," "Young Master." Several people present spoke at the same time, wanting to comfort him, but they didn't know how to continue.

Seeing that several people couldn't bear it, Murong Fu forced himself to be brave.

"Haha, let's not talk about that. Fortunately, I have outstanding people like Brother Deng, Brother Gongsun, Brother Bao, and Brother Feng who have always protected me. I also have two sisters who have come from afar to help me. How lucky I am! This is a great joy in life!"

When Murong Fu was excited, he couldn't help but hold Deng Baichuan's hand, and naturally held Qin Hongmian's soft hand.

When Qin Hongmian saw Murong Fu's hand holding hers, she couldn't help but want to pull it away. After all, holding Murong Fu's hand just now was already too bold. Fortunately, she was not exposed by others. How could she not be embarrassed if it was held again at this time?

But at this time, Gan Baobao also put his hand up and placed it on the back of Murong Fu's hand. At this time, Qin Hongmian couldn't pull her hand away.

Qin Hongmian's face flushed and she lowered her head. Gan Baobao looked at Murong Fu and Qin Hongmian with a smile on her face, and moved her little finger slightly, gently scraping the back of Murong Fu's hand twice.

Murong Fu's thoughts came true, and he couldn't help but feel proud. Looking at Qin Hongmian and Gan Baobao, they drank this wine so beautifully~

Murong Fu remained calm and gently rubbed the soft hair in his hand. Qin Hongmian was very embarrassed, but she could not say anything. The blush on her face made her even more intoxicated.

"Since we implemented the plan, my reputation as a tuberculosis ghost has spread, and the reputation of the two mistresses of the Mu Mansion for their unparalleled beauty has also spread far and wide in Quancheng."

Looking around at the few people, Murong Fu began to talk about business.

"This plan is about to enter the second step. I hope the two sisters can help us capture that Taoist Zhang Xu in one fell swoop."

Murong Fu laid out his plan in detail, which was to ask his two sisters to stay with him at night and feed them medicine before going to bed.

At this time, Qin Hongmian's hands were being rubbed by Murong Fu, and Gan Baobao was eager to see his senior sister make a fool of herself. This was the best opportunity for his plan to succeed.

"All up to you, Master~~"