Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 551 The Ambition of Emperor Guangwu
Murong Fu's movements were like those of a ghost. When he uttered the first word, he was still a hundred feet away, and when he uttered the last word, he had already arrived in front of Aguda and the others.

When Aguda saw Murong Fu appear as if a god had descended to earth, he was overjoyed. He laughed heartily and rushed forward, giving Murong Fu a tight bear hug. His large hands kept patting Murong Fu's back: "Good brother, good man, you are indeed the lucky star of us Jurchens! As long as we meet you, even bad things can turn into good fortune."

Murong Fu was overjoyed to be reunited with his old friend after so long. More than a year had passed, and Aguda's face looked even more weathered. Although he was about the same age as Murong Fu, the two of them seemed to be of different generations when they stood together. The harsh and cold lands of the northern frontier truly had an extraordinary effect on people, which explained why for thousands of years, various ethnic groups from beyond the Great Wall had tried every means to migrate to the agricultural plains of the Central Plains.

Wanyan Yingge rushed over, taking three steps at a time. Aguda released Murong Fu at the opportune moment and said, "Good brother, you don't know, this time Yingge insisted on following the caravan to the Central Plains just to see you. Girl, you're right here, why aren't you saying anything?"

Wanyan Yingge's pretty face flushed red. Her brother's words had directly exposed her little secret. Even though the women of the northern frontier were more unrestrained and bold than those of the Central Plains, she was still overwhelmed with shyness. Her two small hands nervously twisted together, and her small feet, encased in deerskin boots, kicked the ground awkwardly, scattering pebbles everywhere. After a long while, she stammered, "Young master, it's been a long time. How have you been?"

Murong Fu felt a ripple in his heart and smiled silently - what confession in this world is more convincing than a young girl's blush?
Ambiguity, like a gentle evening breeze, flows between the two. Sometimes, some things are like a thin layer of window paper, which can be easily broken through at the right moment.

"Miss Yingge, how have you been? I'm so glad you thought of me. I'm doing well." Murong Fu smiled gently at Wanyan Yingge.

Wanyan Yingge blushed and spread to her neck. She replied in a voice barely louder than a mosquito's buzz, "That's good, that's good. How have you been, young master?"

Seeing this scene, Aguda smiled with relief. As if he had thought of something, he slapped his forehead and said, "I'll go check on my brother's injuries and also check on the prisoners. You guys, come with me."

When Aguda, the kind older brother, saw his sister's predicament, he wisely chose to step aside, giving his sister some private space. He also cleared out the surrounding area for several dozen feet to ensure that no one could disturb his sister.

Wanyan Yingge, dressed in a deerskin coat with her fiery red cape billowing in the cold wind, resembled a winter plum blossom in the snowy northern plains. She pondered for a long time, only staring at Murong Fu with her large, blinking eyes, without saying a word.

Looking at the scene before him, Murong Fu knew exactly what was going on. It must be said that Murong Fu was quite popular with women. It was just that he had always gone to great lengths and messed things up on his own. If he had come to his senses earlier and directly relied on his looks and character, and followed the example of successful predecessors like Liu Bang and Liu Xiu, he could have revived the Yan Kingdom even if there were ten or eight of them.

In particular, Liu Xiu, in order to gain the support of 100,000 elite troops under Liu Yang, the King of Zhending, directly used marriage as a condition. He married Guo Shengtong after already marrying Yin Lihua, and later made Guo Shengtong his empress. When you have a bad stomach, it's not shameful to eat something soft.

“Miss Yingge, since we parted in Liaodong, I have often missed you, but I have never had the chance to go to Liaodong again to see you. Today, seeing you again here feels like meeting you in a dream, it is not real. Miss Yingge, am I still dreaming this time?”

Murong Fu decided to take the initiative, after all, the future Jin princess was indeed very attractive, and he had to seize this opportunity. Wanyan Yingge let out a soft "Ah," this sudden, tender confession was like a refreshing spring breeze, nourishing her heart. In an instant, an immense sense of happiness made her feel as if she had drunk a large glass of honeyed wine, not only intoxicating but also sweet.

Wanyan Yingge was overwhelmed with shyness and stammered, "I... I've also missed you very much, Young Master. Last time you left in such a hurry, I've been hoping that you would return to Liaodong. But I've waited for a year and you still haven't come back. So I had no choice but to come with my brothers from Liaodong to find you. Young Master, I've been waiting for you for so long."

Later on, Wanyan Yingge had long since cast aside her shyness, and her heart was filled only with an intense longing and love for her beloved.

“Young Master, Yingge has long admired you. When the Khitan envoys were running rampant in the village, you stood up for him without fear of power. That's when Yingge fell deeply in love with you. In this life, Yingge only asks to have a small place in your heart that belongs to Yingge. That would make Yingge content.”

Murong Fu smiled wryly and said, "As you know, I am already married and have a wife and children at home. I am not a good match for you, young lady, and I'm afraid it would be unfair to you."

Yingge shook her head frantically, saying, "No, no. Yingge doesn't care. As long as you can reserve a small corner for me in your heart, even just a tiny bit, I'll be satisfied. I only ask that you come to see me once in the future when you think of me."

Murong Fu's heart felt as if it were being constantly teased by a soft feather. He said gently, "Fool, why do you make yourself sound so humble? Can't you feel whether you have a place in my heart or not?"

Wanyan Yingge felt as if her heart was soaking in honey water, sweet and tender. All her anxiety and worries vanished like smoke in the wind. At this moment, she felt that the hardships she had endured on her long journey from Liaodong were not worth mentioning.

"Young Master, I, Yingge, am so happy..." Wanyan Yingge's beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist.

Murong Fu laughed and said, "Silly girl, isn't it too formal to call me 'young master' at a time like this?"

Wanyan Yingge felt her heart skip a beat. After she came to her senses, the boldness and daring unique to women from the northern frontier surged up. She raised her head and looked boldly at her beloved. Her bright eyes seemed to be burning with flames. She abandoned her shyness and said boldly, "Then, shall I call you Fulang from now on?"

Murong Fu silently gave himself a thumbs-up in his heart, and also silently gave his father-in-law, the Prince of Zhennan, a thumbs-up as well, and said softly, "Yingying, you can call her whatever you like."

(End of this chapter)