Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

at the same time.

Duan Lang sat on one side, his heart burning.

He noticed that Lu Dinghao's men were slightly unnatural, and secretly glanced at Murong Fu, as if to remind him that there might be something wrong with the wine.

Murong Fu didn't seem to notice it, but he was still exchanging cups with Lu Dinghao, looking like he was talking loudly. ..

Duanlang's forehead began to sweat, and he could almost hear his own heartbeat.

He clenched his fists and fidgeted, thinking that if something happened, he would have to catch Murong Fu immediately.

Lu Dinghao filled Murong Fu's cup again and said with a smile: "Mr. Murong, this glass of wine is a welcome to my Zuixiang House."

"please!"

Murong Fu glanced at Duan Lang, then picked up the wine glass, touched it with Lu Dinghao, and drank it in one gulp.

Duan Lang's heart tightened and he almost stood up, but when he saw Murong Fu's calm expression, he suddenly understood that Murong Fu had understood the risks from the beginning, but still chose to drink the glass of wine.

An hour passed while the Prime Minister was chatting and laughing with Murong Fu, talking about various topics, acting as if he was a truly knowledgeable and humorous Prime Minister.

However, he was secretly impatient in his heart, and this long wait made him feel quite uncomfortable.

The man pretending to be the prime minister gradually showed his impatience.

He and Murong Fu were chatting and laughing, and seemed to be chatting about some light topics——

Poems, songs, romance.

But from time to time his hand slipped into his pocket and touched a small bottle of poison hidden there.

Dugu Ming originally thought that after drugging the wine, Murong Fu and Duan Lang would be poisoned and comatose within an hour, so that he could easily get rid of these two potential threats.

He disguises himself so well that it's hard to detect the truth.

He knew deep in his heart that Murong Fu and Duan Lang's martial arts were extraordinary. If he wanted to eliminate the root cause, the best way was to poison them and make them comatose first, and then strike.

However, Murong Fu was sitting there, in high spirits, with no sign of coma.

"Master Murong, you are truly knowledgeable and talented."

"Your poem "Drinking Alone under the Moon" is simply breathtaking!"

Dugu Ming said with a smile, while thinking to himself, what on earth is going on? Is this poison ineffective?

Murong Fu responded and said, "You are too polite, Prime Minister."

"Poems, lyrics and songs are just a small part of life."

"The important thing is to seek truth from facts and the way to behave in the world."

Duan Lang was extremely nervous at this moment.

He had always noticed that Dugu Ming's hand seemed to be hiding something, possibly a stronger poison.

He tensed his muscles, ready to strike at any moment.

Dugu Ming secretly gritted his teeth and finally decided to take a risk.

He smiled and said to Murong Fu, "I heard that Mr. Murong is also good at playing chess. I wonder if you would like to teach him a few tricks?"

On the other hand, he quietly slipped his hand into his pocket, preparing to take out a stronger poison.

At this moment, Murong Fu's eyes suddenly turned sharp, as if he noticed something, but he just smiled slightly and said: "Playing chess is also a game for wise men. Of course I am willing."

Dugu Ming's hand stopped in his pocket, and he knew that the plan seemed to have failed.

Murong Fu's subtle vigilance made him realize that if he continued, he might expose himself.

He retracted his hand, still smiling on the surface and said, "Then I'll give you some advice from Mr. Murong."

Duan Lang breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, but he knew that this dangerous game was far from over.

His hands were still clasped under the table, ready to respond to emergencies at any time.

A playful smile appeared on Murong Fu's face, as if to say, the game has just begun.

He looked at Dugu Ming, then turned to Duan Lang and said, "Duan Lang, prepare the chessboard."

Dugu Ming grinned, but his heart became more and more uneasy. He knew that Murong Fu and Duan Lang were not easy opponents to deal with.

Murong Fu stared at the chessboard, then suddenly stopped playing the chess pieces in his hand, looked up at Dugu Ming, and asked with a smile: "Prime Minister, you seem to be absent-minded. What are you thinking about?"

Dugu Ming lost control for a moment and responded subconsciously: "I wonder why you haven't fainted yet."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, his expression changed drastically and he realized that he had let something slip.

"In that case -" Duan Lang immediately stood up suddenly, his strength surged, and he overturned the carved table with one kick.

Silverware, food and chess pieces flew away together, making a loud noise on the ground.

Duan Lang descended the mountain like a tiger, instantly closing the distance to Dugu Ming and punching him in the face.

Dugu Ming was extremely skilled, but he was still hit by Duan Lang's punch. He staggered back a few steps and hit the fireplace in the room.

Murong Fu stood up slowly, with a sneer on his face, and said, "Dugu Ming, do you think you can deceive me by pretending to be the prime minister?"

Dugu Ming covered his face that was hit and grinned, but with a bit of sadness: "You two are indeed not ordinary people."

Murong Fu glanced at Dugu Ming, then turned to Duan Lang and said, "It seems that we need to deal with this problem as soon as possible."

Duanlang nodded, his hands still on guard, because he knew that an opponent like Dugu Ming, even if he had been exposed, could still launch a counterattack at any time.

Dugu Ming tilted his head and looked at the two of them, and said, "Now that my identity has been exposed, what are you going to do next?"

Murong Fu looked at Duan Lang, his eyes conveying a tacit signal of understanding, and then replied: "Then it depends on your next choice, whether to commit suicide to save the family, or to be sent to the government by us to have your crimes exposed. World?"

Dugu Ming sneered, suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Everyone, come out!"

In response, the door was pushed open violently, and dozens of guards in black swarmed in, holding long knives and scimitars, standing in a half-moon shape, and tightly surrounding Murong Fu and Duan Lang.

These guards had cold faces and sharp eyes. They were obviously a group of strictly trained killers.

"It seems you are well prepared, Dugu Ming."

The corners of Murong Fu's mouth raised slightly, but his eyes remained calm.

"The person who dies today will definitely not be me."

Dugu Ming smiled and waved his hand, signaling the guards in black to get ready to take action.

Duan Lang smiled leisurely, turned around and whispered to Murong Fu quietly: "It seems he doesn't know our strength."

Murong Fu smiled and nodded, glanced at the black-clothed guards, and then waved slowly. "

Do you dare to take action?"

Seeing that Murong Fu and Duan Lang showed no fear, Dugu Ming felt uneasy in his heart, but he still said forcefully: "Don't think you can get out of here."

"Who said we have to leave?" Duan Lang responded coldly. Suddenly, a strong aura erupted from his body, like a beast about to roar.

After saying that, Duan Lang suddenly gritted his teeth, leaned forward, and glanced at the surrounding guards in black with a pair of hot eyes.