Proud of the rivers and lakes

After Fu Jinghong finished taking a bath, he found a new set of clothes to put on.

After getting dressed, Fu Jinghong was not in a hurry to leave, he sat down and poured a cup of tea.

He took a sip of tea slowly, and gently scraped the wall of the cup with his fingers.

Murong Lin left, why didn't he take Murong Shang with him?

If everything he did was for Buddha Heart Liuli, there would be no reason to leave him and Buddha Heart Liuli's child...

He thought of Murong Lin's attitude towards Murong Shang outside the window that day, it seemed a little alienated, but it was still like a father... But thinking about Murong Lin's treatment of Murong Wu, he seemed to be very fond of Murong Wu, but he abandoned his wife in a blink of an eye As the woman left, he shook his head again.

However, since Murong Shang is still here, if he tries it out, he will always find something.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinghong put down the teacup in his hand, tidied up his clothes, went to Leng Qixuan and Bai Lianhua to talk about the current situation, then turned and walked towards Murong Shang's yard.

Murong Shang is still in that side courtyard.

Fu Jinghong stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, but still pushed the door open and entered.

Carved lacquered mahogany bed, tasseled curtains and glazed hooks.

Ming Ming Ming Ming, shadows indistinct.

There was a faint smell of traditional Chinese medicine and an old sandalwood smell in the room.

Fu Jinghong walked a few steps into the room, turned around and closed the door gently.

The door creaked, as if startling the person on the bed, and several coughs came from behind the black curtain.

Fu Jinghong paused, then said softly: "Third Young Master?"

The person behind the black curtain was silent for a while, coughed a few more times, and then slowly responded: "Who... are you?"

Fu Jinghong didn't know if Murong Shang saw his face clearly that night, so he just said: "It's just a passerby."

"……passer?"

Another few coughs.

"Since passing by, why stop here?"

Fu Jinghong stared fixedly at the black curtain, but he could only vaguely see a figure.

"...Since your Excellency is the third son of Murong, do you know what Murong Lin did?" He asked suddenly.

His purpose, of course, is not to ask this.

Behind the black curtain, there was a chuckle.

It is very light, like a breeze blowing by, and there is no wave in the ancient well.

"...I'm not the son of the eldest son, something that even the eldest brother doesn't know..."

"...how do I know?"

His eldest brother... the eldest son of Murong, Murong Yi, was imprisoned long after Murong Lin made a fuss and escaped. Unfortunately, after being tortured by more than a dozen masters in turn, no news was obtained from him. It seems that the eldest son is right Murong Lin didn't even know anything about it.

And that Mrs. Murong, who is very noble and arrogant, is naturally even less likely to know anything. After knowing that Murong Lin betrayed the righteous martial arts and injured many people and escaped, that woman was shocked and lost her mind. She hid in her bedroom all day long. The room cried and laughed.

And the unruly and willful Murong Wu fell from the clouds to the mud, from the beloved family of the Murong Mansion to a bereaved dog. Those young heroes who showed her so much hospitality turned their faces coldly at each other. Those ladies and heroines from aristocratic families also ridiculed her.

The two Murong side wives also hid in the room and cried all day long.

The servants and maidservants of the Murong family have already left and scattered.

Just overnight, the Murong Mansion lost its splendor, and everything changed.

Fu Jinghong frowned and said, "You...haven't noticed it at all?"

The person behind the curtain chuckled and said, "I stay in the room all day...how do I know?"

Another few coughs.

Fu Jinghong stood for a while, then sighed, and was about to turn around and leave.

But when he turned around, he saw someone pushing the door and coming in.

Fu Jinghong was shocked when he saw the person coming.

The person who came was Murong Si who hadn't seen him for a long time.

At this time, Murong Si is no different from the humble and timid concubine of the Murong family a few days ago. At this time, she is dressed in light yellow clothes, her face is delicately made up, the rouge is lightly swept away, and her eyes are even more radiant, which is extraordinarily charming.

Murong Si walked in slowly, carrying a bowl of traditional Chinese medicine.

She looked up and saw Fu Jinghong, she was not surprised, she just smiled and walked towards the carved bed.

Fu Jinghong was even more lost in the clouds.

He fixedly looked at Murong Si, but saw her waist lightly swaying, slowly walking to the bed, lightly parting her lips and saying: "Third brother, it's time to take the medicine."

A hand slowly stretched out from the black curtain.

The hand was long and delicate, as pale as porcelain.

The smell of Chinese medicine in the room is stronger.

The temptation in Fu Jinghong's heart became stronger.

Murong Si Emei in front of the bed turned her eyebrows slightly, smiling sweetly, watching the hand bring the bowl into the curtain.

"...Third Brother, don't be in a hurry."

There were a few light coughs from the curtain.

Murong Si smiled and waited by the bed.

Fu Jinghong watched in silence for a long time, and finally turned and left Murong Shang's room.

Before……

He had also doubted whether Murong Si was the man in yellow, and whether Murong Shang was Murong Si.

After all, besides Murong Shang who had a relationship with Buddha Heart Liuli, he really couldn't think of a second choice when he was mentioned repeatedly.

After all, he had never seen Murong Si and Murong Shang appear together.

But now, this situation broke his imagination again.

That being the case, what is the relationship between Murong Shang and Murong Si?

It is absolutely impossible for brothers and sisters to love each other.

In the battle between the concubine and the concubine, how can the concubine and the concubine coexist peacefully?What's more, they are not from the same wife.

Fu Jinghong hesitated and returned to the guest room.

At this time, Wen Ruyu and Shen Bishui and others were probably going to discuss a big plan, and he had no way to discuss it with him.

Fu Jinghong reached out and rubbed the center of his eyebrows, feeling even more worried.

After opening the door, there were two people sitting in the middle of his room.

"...Brother, are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Fu Jinghong's uneasy expression, Leng Qixuan frowned and asked.

"...It's okay." Fu Jinghong sighed.

He had just explained the general situation of Murong Mansion and the things he knew in detail.

It's a pity that the two juniors have no countermeasures.

"Brother, the rivers and lakes are in chaos, shall we go back to Broken Sleeve Valley?" Bai Lianhua stood up and arched towards Fu Jinghong.

He put his head on Fu Jinghong's neck and rubbed it.

Fu Jinghong was a little dumbfounded. When Bai Lianhua was a child, he used to rub his neck like a baby, but now that Bai Lianhua is so tall, it would be awkward to do this again.

Fu Jinghong reached out and rubbed the hair on the top of Bai Lianhua's head, and said, "Where there are rivers and lakes, there is excitement. What's wrong with watching the excitement?"

"...But there are a lot of people robbing me of Senior Brother." Bai Lianhua rubbed his hands again, pursed his lips and said in a low voice.

"Huh?" Fu Jinghong didn't hear clearly.

"...Let's go back to Broken Sleeve Valley." Bai Lianhua raised his head, looking at Fu Jinghong with sparkling eyes, his eyes were as pure as a newborn puppy.

Fu Jinghong coughed lightly.

Although in this life he didn't have the same hard feelings towards Bai Lianhua in his previous life, he still...has no resistance to cute little animals.

"...Okay," Fu Jinghong said helplessly, "However, at least let's wait until we finish watching the excitement."

Even if he wanted to go back to Broken Sleeve Valley, he at least wanted to know who the man in yellow was.

At least know... who that Murong Shang is.

"Okay then." Bai Lianhua puffed his cheeks, and then rubbed Fu Jinghong's neck.

Fu Jinghong smiled helplessly, and rubbed the top of Bai Lianhua's head again.

Bai Lianhua's hair was soft and fluffy to the touch.

Fu Jinghong was still rubbing against Bai Lianhua, but when he looked up, he saw Leng Qixuan's dark eyes.

"...Brother," Leng Qixuan said softly, "...we will return to Broken Sleeve Valley once this matter is resolved."

Fu Jinghong was a little surprised, why are his two juniors rushing home one by one?

Moreover, isn't Leng Qixuan carrying a world feud?Why did he not hurry to take revenge when he came out, but wanted to leave as soon as possible?

But Fu Jinghong naturally wouldn't ask these questions.

The night is getting darker.

After Fu Jinghong drove the two juniors back, he sat down and drank a cup of tea, and ate a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake that had just come out of the kitchen.

The cooks and maids of the Murong Mansion have long since left and scattered, but those people who are righteous in martial arts are stationed here, so they went to find a few cooks and came back.

Fu Jinghong took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and felt that the taste was average, which was a bit disappointing.

But something is better than nothing, he ate the rest without interest, clapped his hands and prepared to go to sleep, but suddenly heard a hesitant knock on the door.

Fu Jinghong ate the last sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sucked his fingers, and said without raising his head, "Come in."

The door opened.

Standing outside the door was Leng Qixuan with a cold face but slight hesitation in his eyes.

"Brother..." He paused and hesitated.

"What?" Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows.

"Senior brother..." Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong, his eyes were slightly burning.

"...it's late, go to sleep." Fu Jinghong smiled slightly, stood at the door, and stretched out his hands to support the doors on both sides.

Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong with deep eyes.

"Otherwise I won't be able to get up tomorrow." Fu Jinghong still looked at Leng Qixuan with a smile.

Leng Qixuan looked at Fu Jinghong fixedly, and after a long time, he said softly: "...OK."

Slowly, he turned and left.

Fu Jinghong looked at Leng Qixuan's leaving back, the smile on his face gradually faded.

He reached out and slowly closed the door.

It doesn't matter who you entangle with, that person can't be his junior brother.

Fu Jinghong thought that he had never been a person of long-term love, but he knew that Leng Qixuan, although he was indifferent, was very affectionate, and he dared not and could not afford it.

Therefore, he could not care about entanglement with Wen Ruyu, or flirt with Tao Zhihua, but he did not dare to get serious with Leng Qixuan.

If he hadn't had to, he would not have asked Leng Qixuan to help him suppress the poison.

So after detoxification, he fled immediately.

He didn't dare to get entangled with Leng Qixuan, because he was afraid that once Leng Qixuan fell in love, it might last forever.

And he thinks he can't afford someone else's life.

Besides, no matter how long he has been in the world, he will eventually return to Broken Sleeve Valley.

Where he came from, he will eventually return there.

Wouldn't it be sad and heartbreaking if he and Leng Qixuan were embarrassed by that time?

Fu Jinghong sighed, turned and walked towards the bed.

After walking a few steps, he stopped.

There was a young boy lying on the bed.

The boy was dressed in white, slender and straight, with delicate eyebrows.

The young man lay on the bed in his clothes, and when he saw Fu Jinghong coming, he pursed his lips slightly and said, "Senior brother..."

"... When did you come in?" Fu Jinghong felt a headache.

"Just now," Bai Lianhua blinked innocently, "...from the window."

"It seems that your lightness kung fu has improved." Fu Jinghong said expressionlessly.

Bai Lianhua blinked his eyes, eyes filled with mist, and said: "Senior brother, I dare not sleep alone..."

Fu Jinghong looked at him expressionlessly.

"Brother..." Bai Lianhua said aggrievedly.

Fu Jinghong looked at him expressionlessly.

"Brother..." Bai Lianhua said softly.

Fu Jinghong looked at him expressionlessly.

"Senior brother..." Bai Lianhua cowardly said.

Fu Jinghong looked at him expressionlessly.

"Brother..." Bai Lianhua timidly said.

"...Okay." The kind-hearted elder brother finally put his forehead on his forehead and admitted defeat.