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

Ever since that day when Murong Fu painted Li Qingluo in Tengwang Pavilion, the icy expression on Li Qingluo's face was no longer there.

That’s right. She realized that although Murong Fu didn’t know what happened that night, he was also attracted by her beauty, and all the gloom in her heart was swept away.

While traveling, I read Murong Fu's new story "The Investiture of the Gods", which talks about the war between Shang and Zhou. Although it is not quite consistent with history, it is also fascinating.

"Fuer, how do you know so much?"

"Nothing else, just what I read and thought!"

"But you have been strictly controlled by your aunt and brother-in-law since you were a child. How can you have so much time to read idle books?"

"Haha, I read very fast. When I read at night, I only pick unofficial history. When I was a child, my mind was as wild as the sky and I thought a lot." Murong Fu would never say that it was the accumulation of his previous life. After all, it feels good to show off in front of others.

"Aunt, please don't tell mother. After my father passed away, her health has been poor and she often becomes ill due to worrying. If she knew that I was disobedient before, I'm afraid she would be angry and do something bad to me."

Murong Fu was so proud that he let it slip. He quickly told Li Qingluo not to tell his mother Wang what he said.

Li Qingluo smiled and said, "Is this a secret between you and me?"

"Yes, yes, it's a secret between us!"

Li Qingluo was in the carriage, and Murong Fu was on the horse. Although there was a curtain between them, Murong Fu could still feel Li Qingluo's happiness.

"Then tell me, you came to look for me, are you trying to avoid the person who came to propose marriage?!"

"Haha, the one who understands me best is my aunt!" Murong Fu laughed.

Seeing Murong Fu admit it, Li Qingluo couldn't help but smile in the carriage.

Murong Fu from the future always felt that his stomach was not good and wanted to eat something soft to nourish his stomach. But in this world where martial arts is the protagonist, it seems that all the beautiful things are prepared for the women in the martial arts world.

Although the girls from those wealthy families were considered good, after seeing Qin Hongmian, Gan Baobao, Kang Min, Li Qingluo and others, how could they catch Murong Fu's eye? There was really a huge gap.

"Aunt, we're here!" They had arrived at Yueyang Tower.

Yueyang Tower has been a famous scenic spot since ancient times. Under Murong Fu's arrangement, this trip did not seem like a trip to Wuliang Cave to move the family's classics to Wang's in Gusu, but rather a trip for sightseeing.

At Yueyang Tower, of course, I saw Fan Zhongyan's famous article "Yueyang Tower". Thinking back to the time when Mr. Fan was so worried about the Song Dynasty, the land of China has always been a land of outstanding people, and the martyrs have been constantly searching for the truth.

From Dayu's transformation of the public empire into a family empire, from Duke Zhou of Zhou establishing the ritual and music system, from Shang Yang's reforms to Emperor Qin Shihuang's unification of the world, with the same track and writing system, to now Wang Anshi's preparations for the new law, another era of change is about to come.

Fan Zhongyan was a supporter of the new policies and laws, but unfortunately he died halfway through his life, leaving behind only his will. It is unknown when the Song Dynasty would be able to launch a northern expedition to recover China's old territory.

"Pen and ink are ready!" Murong Fu arranged for his servants to find pen and ink.

"I know that everything is in the void after death, but I am still sad that I cannot see the whole country united. When the day comes when China recovers Yanyun in the north, I will offer my sacrifice to Mr. Fan from afar and don't forget to tell him." - Thoughts after viewing the Yueyang Tower, Murong Fu.

However, Murong Fu stole Lu You's poems again and showed off in front of others.

As expected, when this poem came out, everyone was amazed. Even the owner of Yueyang Tower wanted to carve this poem next to Fan Zhongyan's "Yueyang Tower Inscription".

Li Qingluo's eyes were full of little stars for Murong Fu. Although Murong Fu was quite talented, those poems were just passed down to her, which was not as shocking as seeing him composing poems in front of her.

"Fu Lang, uh, Fu Er, you are so awesome!" Li Qingluo was about to say something wrong, but she quickly changed her words.

"Basic operation, don't be silly." Murong Fu was very proud in his heart, but he still pretended to have a heavy expression of mourning Fan Zhongyan on his face.

"Uh, what?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that we carry on Mr. Fan's legacy and continue to work hard for the prosperity of China."

"Hmm." In Li Qingluo's eyes, Murong Fu was a man of integrity, with a righteous spirit that soared into the sky. No wonder those people went to the Murong family and wanted to marry into the Murong family. With such a man, how many women would not fall in love with him?

Thinking of this, Li Qingluo couldn't help but feel proud. Hey, no matter who becomes Murong Fu's legal wife, this soup belongs to me.

Li Qingluo's face was red, and she was naturally thinking of the night she drank that soup. Murong Fu was still waiting for Li Qingluo to continue praising him, but she didn't say anything. He turned around and saw Li Qingluo's red face, feeling a little puzzled.

This aunt must be mentally ill. She was cold to me before, but recently she keeps blushing. It’s inexplicable. . .

Not far away, there was a man, half of his face covered, who seemed to be drinking, but in fact, he was staring at the beautiful woman with a pair of thief eyes, revealing a lewd smile in his eyes. . .

The man was dressed in a short coat, very tall, but very thin, like a bamboo pole, and his face was scary, clearly a donkey face. On the table was a pair of iron claws and steel sticks. Although there were many people in Yueyang Tower, no one dared to sit at the same table with him.