[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Murong Fu's banquet was set on the water, the vermilion nine-curved corridor connected to the small pavilion in the middle of the lake, the light gauze curtains were breezy, and the boats on the lake were loaded with qin girls and singers, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard not too far away.

The banquet was full of local specialties of Gusu. Murong Fu said that Yanyan was very attentive. Although he wanted to attract others, he was not so stupid as to reveal his secrets when they met for the second time. He only asked Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen's itinerary, proper release must be kind.

Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen will not provoke troubles for no reason. To be honest, they are too old and Murong Fu is too much, and the young people's small thoughts can be seen clearly at a glance, but they just don't talk about it or point it out. The kindness on the table, for a while, the guests and the host had a good time.

While Su Mengzhen was dealing with Murong Fu, he was distracted to pay attention to the surrounding environment. He just felt the presence of that breath again, but this time there was no killing intent, it was just a simple surveillance.

Not to monitor him, but to monitor Yanziwu, or to put it another way, to monitor Murong Fu.

That person's breathing technique is quite brilliant, if he doesn't deliberately probe, even he will be deceived, and ordinary people can't easily find his existence at all. Su Meng turned her head and looked in that direction without any trace. I arrived at the rows of willows planted along the lake. The willow leaves have not fully grown in this season, only the scattered green and tender leaves are slowly swinging on the willows. No matter what is hidden on the tree, it must be Be seen at a glance.

If it wasn't on the tree, then it was under the tree. Standing under the tree were the servants of Murong's family. They all looked like ordinary people in green clothes and hats, standing with their hands down, waiting for orders from the master.

Worried that Murong Fu would become suspicious, Su Mengzhen didn't look at it carefully, but only glanced at it briefly and then looked away. Murong Fu didn't notice this, and smiled and toasted Su Mengzhen with a glass of wine.

On the contrary, Zhong Yanqiu faintly sensed something, with a calm expression on his face, he stretched his five fingers under the table and gently hooked it, the invisible "wind" was blowing in all directions, flowing out from the gaps in the curtain, others only felt A gentle breeze was blowing on the face, and it was even quite comfortable and refreshing. No one doubted that there was something tricky in the wind that came from nowhere.

The wind blew past and came back again, the curtain swayed, and the emerald bells under the curtain jingled, echoing the clear and moving voice of the singing girl on the boat, the light wind spun around, Floating back to Zhong Yanqiu's palm, the dexterity twirled like a living creature, and suddenly dispersed.

The information carried in the wind fell into Zhong Yanqiu's hands without a trace.

He already knew what he should know, but he didn't reveal the slightest clue. He sat there quietly watching the verbal confrontation between Su Mengzhen and Murong Fu pushing cups and changing cups. Seeing how Ma Dayuan "resurrected from the dead", and then saw with his own eyes how he turned into a wisp of green smoke without a trace.

Concerned in his heart, it is inevitable that something will be revealed during the conversation. Murong Fu tried to get some news out of the way, but Su Mengzhen is used to not leaking water, no matter how much he said, it would not be useful Zhong Yanqiu didn't even say much, no matter what he started to talk to, he just said a few times, and when he turned his eyes, the conversation was handed over to Su Mengzhen.

However, Murong Fu's ultimate goal is not to use clichés. It is naturally best to know some news about these two people, and it is harmless if you can't ask them. As long as you can maintain a relatively good relationship with them, you will always have a way to draw people into your camp. from here.

He has great ambitions, and he is not a good person, and the means he is circling in his heart are even less upright. He himself admits this. There is pressure on him, he must be a gentleman, if he is a gentleman with good conduct and enough to convince the public.

Even if his core is completely black.

When the banquet was in full swing, Wang Yuyan came late, probably because she came in a hurry, her hair was a little disheveled, her cheeks were reddish and her forehead was slightly sweaty, she stood on the bank to tidy up her appearance before walking slowly come over.

When they met for the first time, Zhong Yanqiu felt that she was quite familiar, but he couldn't connect the faces in his memory for a while. It wasn't until he met Li Qiushui and Wang Yuyan that he suddenly realized that—if Wang Yuyan The dress she wears is not light yellow but jade white. She doesn’t smile like this and doesn’t show her teeth. She looks like a lady. She wears a man’s hair in a bun and walks through the city with her chin raised, as if she is not afraid of anything. The appearance of seven-year-old Li Qiushui.

That's right, Wu Yazi and Li Qiushui did have a daughter, counting their age, Wang Yuyan is probably their granddaughter.

"Cousin." Wang Yuyan first called Murong Fu, and then turned to Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen slightly, "I have seen the two gentlemen, and I am really rude because of family affairs. Forgive me."

She was beautiful and had a sweet voice. From the angle of lowering her head, she looked very similar to Li Qiushui. Su Mengzhen smiled and said, "It's okay, Miss Wang, please sit down."

Wang Yuyan glanced at her wonderfully, smiled, and sat next to Murong Fu, opposite Su Mengzhen and Zhong Yanqiu, and there were two accompanying guests Murong Fu found between them, "If you are late, you are late, my little one." Women are punished with three cups."

She poured a glass of wine and drank it down, her face blushed immediately, before the second glass was poured, Su Mengzhen stopped and said: "Miss is making things difficult for us, next time I come to Gusu, I won't dare Climb to the gate of Swallow Pier."

Su Mengzhen opened her mouth, Zhong Yanqiu also said something, Wang Yuyan put down her wine glass and said with a smile: "If the two gentlemen dare not come to the door, my cousin will be annoyed."

She said that she looked at Murong Fu with obvious admiration in her eyes. She liked Murong Fu very much, but no matter who was like her, she was locked up at home and raised, and the only men around her were servants. Murong Fu is a cousin, but he is also talented and talented, and he cares for her a little differently from other women, so he can't help but be a little bit more thoughtful.

Murong Fu said: "Today's hasty preparations are crude, if the two gentlemen come to Gusu again in the future, Fu will definitely show their friendship as a landlord."

Regardless of whether he is a real villain or a hypocrite, Murong Fu is undoubtedly very good at talking when he puts down his dignity to please people, and Wang Yuyan will follow suit. Zhang, both natives of Gusu, is the most witty and dexterous, with a brilliant tongue, talking about everything from the rivers and lakes to the court, and all kinds of anecdotes and anecdotes at his fingertips, which is just right for adjusting the atmosphere.

Zhong Yanqiu and Zhong Yanqiu came to Yanziwu before noon, but it was several hours later when they left. In addition to eating wine, Yanziwu also had a peach grove in full bloom, and the late plum blossoms were not yet withered, so it was a good time to enjoy the scenery.

Murong Fu personally sent the two of them to the door, Su Mengzhen could be sure that the aura had been following Murong Fu, but when he dismissed Murong Fu several times on the way, the aura did not follow, but was secretly staring at them.

Zhong Yanqiu also knew about the spy that Su Mengzhen noticed, but he didn't say anything. He just looked at Murong Fu when he was parting and said: "From the 36 countries in the Western Regions to the west, there are still large areas of fertile land. Earth, I don’t know what martial arts are.”

Murong Fu's expression didn't change, he said: "Sir, what do you mean?"

"The Murong clan of Xianbei was also a royal family a hundred years ago." Zhong Yanqiu paused, and then said, "Doing what you know is impossible, is the way to go."

Murong Fu's smile froze for a moment, then he concealed it, and said: "Fu will not be sent far away anymore, sir, take care of yourself."

He knew that what Zhong Yanqiu emphasized was not the so-called royal family, but a hundred years ago, the current Murong family is just an ordinary family in the south of the Yangtze River. , To be honest, how many people don't know that it is just a dream that is almost impossible to realize.

It's just that everything is too heavy. The blood that those ancestors sacrificed to restore the country and restore the glory of the Murong family was too heavy. When he took the surname Murong, those blood, those darkness, and those unwillingness, all weighed heavily on him. On him, even if he knew he couldn't do anything, he could only bite the bullet and rush forward by any means.

Someone has to succeed, so that the blood, the unwillingness, and the rows of black tablets in the ancestral hall that make people feel chills in the back will not become a joke.

Murong Fu has no turning back.

He smiled and waved his hands to see Zhong Yanqiu and Su Mengzhen leave. When he turned around, his expression darkened. He ignored Wang Yuyan who wanted to talk to him, and turned back into the study with a flick of his sleeves.

Wang Yuyan pursed her lips, she didn't know why her cousin suddenly changed her face, and raised her hand to knock on the door, but finally put it down and went to look for Azhuabi.

At this time, Su Mengzhen was also talking about Wang Yuyan, "She and Qiushui do look alike, no wonder you mentioned Murong Fu so much."

Even if it is not a world, there is still some empathy.

"Murong Fu is not a good match." Zhong Yanqiu said

"I probably don't really want to marry her." Su Mengzhen said, "Her shortcomings are too obvious."

Wang Yuyan was brought up as a lady from a young age, but it was limited to piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. No one taught her to host the middle school, and no one taught her interpersonal communication. Everything she knew, except those martial arts, could not be practiced in practice. Bringing any help to Murong Fu may even hinder him in his pursuit of a great career.

What Murong Fu wanted was not these.

It's just that there is no better choice at present, so I just fished her.

"...But she likes it." Zhong Yanqiu said.

If you like it, no matter what the ending is, it is your choice.

Nothing to regret.