Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 358 Murong Fu: My godfather, please accept my greetings

The next morning.

The sky is full of flowing clouds and the water is clear and winding.

Two servants in blue robes walked by with their heads lowered, their steps hurried.

Murong Fu looked back and expressed his understanding.

Duan Zhengchun was first castrated by Kang Min, and then the monk Kongxu was cut off from his source of power. He became crazy and his mental state was sometimes good and sometimes bad. Facing such a Duan Lang, it would be strange for Li Qingluo to be in a good mood. She did not dare to vent her anger on the monk Kongxu, whom even his own mother had to carefully serve, so she could only vent her anger on him.

Take Mother Yan, for example. She didn't think highly of Qin Hongmian. She had stayed in Mantuo Villa for more than 20 years, but she was stabbed to death by a sword and buried under a tea tree in the backyard as fertilizer for the flowers. With such a precedent, how could these servants not be panicked and terrified?

"Mr. Murong, are you okay?"

Hearing the voice, he looked up suddenly and saw Ruan Xingzhu walking towards him accompanied by A Zi. They each held a bouquet of camellia, one purple and one white. He didn't recognize the purple variety, but he recognized the one with white, wide leaves and windmill-shaped calyx. Wang Yuyan had introduced it to him before. It was the flower of Mantuo Villa, the Datura.

"Thank you ma'am for your concern. I'm fine now."

Yesterday, everyone in the hall was poisoned by Beisu Qingfeng. The monk Kongxu at the back had used up his detoxification pills, so he asked You Tanzhi to use the white porcelain bottle seized from Qin Hongmian to detoxify everyone. When it was his turn, he didn't know whether it was due to his physical condition or the antidote in the white porcelain bottle had been used up. After sniffing for a long time, there was no effect at all. Li Qingluo could only ask the servants to carry him to the guest room to rest and wait for the effect of the drug to wear off.

"The flower in Miss A Zi's hand is called Datura. Be careful, it's poisonous."

Ruan Xingzhu said: "Thank you, Master Murong, for your reminder."

"You are too polite, madam." Murong Fu was very polite: "Have you two seen my aunt?"

Ah Zi pointed to the moon-shaped gate not far away and said, "She's talking to my father in the yard over there."

"Thanks for letting me know."

Ruan Xingzhu nodded and continued walking forward with her daughter.

"Humph, what a good Qin Hongmian! Dad saved her daughter's life, but she dragged her away without even saying thank you. What a wicked woman! Hehe, mother is still the best. Dad always says that you are as gentle as 40-degree water."

"Forty degrees? What do you mean? Um...did he really say that to me?"

"Of course, mother, the husband I found for you is good, isn't he?"

"So, I should thank you for drugging me?"

"Oh, mom, I told you not to talk about the past, why are you still holding on to that incident?"

"Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore, I won't say it anymore."

"..."

Did Qin Hongmian leave with her daughter?

Murong Fu walked forward, muttering to himself.

That's right, Duan Zhengchun has become like this because of fooling around with Kang Min, why is Qin Hongmian still following him? Rather than staying here and being laughed at by everyone, it's better to leave early.

Before she even walked through the moon-shaped door, she heard Wang Yuyan's crying voice coming from inside: "Mom, I won't marry him, I won't marry..."

He quickly slowed down his pace and peeked inside by leaning against the wall. He saw Monk Kongxu sitting in the pavilion in front of Tingyuxuan drinking tea. In the corridor just a few steps away, Li Qingluo, with her jewelry jingling, was arguing with Wang Yuyan about whether to get married or not.

"You have to marry me whether you want to or not. This matter is non-negotiable."

"mother……"

Even though she spoke with a tearful tone, Miss Wang's face remained clear and cold, without any intense emotional ups and downs.

"Look at all the women around him. Do you know what the servants in the village are talking about? They say you are pushing your own daughter into the fire pit."

"Who said that? I asked you, who said that?"

"..." Wang Yuyan remained silent, with a hint of grievance in her eyes.

"If I find out who said that, I'll cut off his tongue."

Li Qingluo calmed down a bit and looked at her daughter in a gentle voice, "Master Kongxu has many female confidantes, but you are the only one he is willing to marry. Doesn't this explain the problem?"

soulmate?!
It was the first time that Murong Fu met an aunt who spoke so nicely.

Wang Yuyan said: "Anyway, I don't want to marry him."

Li Qingluo was annoyed: "You have to understand, I am here to inform you, not to discuss with you."

"mother……"

"How is Master Kongxu unworthy of you? Are you still thinking about your cousin? You also went to Shaolin Temple. Don't you know that he has already abandoned all the people in the Murong family?"

"Cousin...cousin was forced by him."

"Yan'er, how long are you going to keep deceiving yourself?" "Mom, you are the same as me."

"Me? How am I the same?"

"Dad treated you so well, and now he has ended up like this, but you still treat him like your lover, ordering people to take care of him personally and put him in the flower room. I know that the flower room is full of camellias you grew for him."

"you!"

Li Qingluo was so angry that her eyebrows drooped and her breasts beat wildly. She wished she could slap this stubborn daughter to death.

Chu Pingsheng, who was sitting in the pavilion drinking tea with Qiu Shui, frowned slightly, a little surprised by Wang Yuyan's stubbornness. It shouldn't happen, could it be that... This Wang Yuyan with LYF background is following the path of the new version of Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils - in the old version, it was A-Bi who accompanied the crazy Murong Fu, but in the new version, that person was replaced by Wang Yuyan.

As the saying goes, it is the eunuchs who are anxious, not the emperor. Murong Fu, who was eavesdropping, became anxious, wondering how he could have provoked such a stupid cousin. If she didn't marry the monk Kongxu, how would he become the prince consort of Xixia?

Now Duan Yanqing has a biological son, who is also the first disciple of Monk Kongxu. His plan to seize the throne of Dali Kingdom is over. If he fails to become the prince consort of Western Xia, then wouldn't the price he paid for destroying his reputation and killing his father in public be in vain?
No, he couldn't let that stupid woman ruin everything for him.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu coughed lightly, ignored the mother and daughter in the corridor, walked quickly to Chu Pingsheng, and knelt down on the ground with a plop.

Chu Pingsheng knew that he was eavesdropping at the door, but he didn't expect that Master Murong would start to ask as soon as he appeared: "Why is Master Murong showing such a great courtesy?"

"When I heard that Prince Yanqing had no children, I took him as my adoptive father, and was willing to be filial to him, take care of him in his old age and see him to the end of his life. Now that I know that Duan Yu is Prince Yanqing's biological son, I feel relieved. I also know that I should retreat while the tide is turning, and not let Prince Yanqing and his son have a rift. When I was resting in the guest room before, I remembered what the master said to Ah Zhu in Shaolin Temple, lamenting that she was not a man. Then I thought of the master saving my life, protecting my reputation, and acting as a matchmaker for the Xixia royal family. I have no way to repay such kindness, so I would like to take the master as my father, and from now on serve him at your side, respectful and filial."

"..."

Is this really a traitor?

Chu Pingsheng was a little confused.

Li Qingluo and Wang Yuyan were also confused. They had never expected that Murong Fu would be so shameless as to recognize Monk Kongxu as his godfather.

Duan Yanqing would be fine, after all, he is nearly fifty and Murong Fu is twenty-eight, there is a generation difference between them, and no one will say anything about them being father and son.

What about Monk Kongxu? He was in his early twenties, several years younger than Murong Fu.

The older one calls the younger one dad? This is really an insult to oneself, trampling on the face of the Great Yan royal family.

"Cousin, you...how could you do this..."

Wang Yuyan had a sad look on her face, with two lines of tears dripping down her cheeks.

Murong Fuli ignored her, raised his hands above his head, bowed three times, and prostrated himself on the ground: "I will answer you sincerely, and I hope the master will grant my blessing."

Chu Pingsheng thought to himself that this man's bottom line was indeed broken once and then there would be a second time, and after the second time there would be a third time.

"Well, considering your sincerity, I will accept you as my adopted son."

"Thank you stepfather."

Murong Fu happily bowed again: "Foster father, I kowtow to you."

After finishing the task, he saw that the tea in the cup had cooled down, so he quickly stepped forward, picked up the teapot and filled it to 80% full, then held up the teacup with both hands and raised it above his head.

"Godfather, have some tea."

"Good son."

Chu Pingsheng picked up the teacup and took a sip: "Good tea."

Murong Fu flashed to the side with a happy face, looked at Li Qingluo who was full of contempt, and then looked at Wang Yuyan who was crying and shaking her head. Suddenly he bowed again and said: "I would like to present Chanhe Manor to my adoptive father, so that after he and my adoptive mother get married, they can also have a comfortable place to stay in Jiangnan."

Chu Pingsheng laughed heartily: "My good son, you are so thoughtful."

Murong Fu smiled and said, "I will help my foster father solve his problems."

The idea of ​​taking Monk Kongxu as his godfather was a sudden inspiration in his mind. Regardless of whether Monk Kongxu agreed or not, his image in Wang Yuyan's heart would collapse. Would she still pester him in the future?

But to his surprise, Monk Kongxu agreed without hesitation. As a result, there would be no changes in his marriage with the Princess of Western Xia.

Li Qingluo looked at her daughter and sneered, "See? This is the good cousin you've been thinking about day and night!"

"..."

Wang Yuyan was speechless.

In the battle at Shaolin Temple, Murong Fu could still say that the monk Kongxu forced him to kill his own father for the sake of justice and give an explanation to the heroes of the world. But what about now? What reason does she have to help her cousin? What reason does she have to deceive herself?
"I checked before I asked you to come here. Seven days from now is a good date. Master Kongxu said he likes quietness. Then decorate Chanhe Manor and have a family dinner together. Your marriage will be settled. You have wanted to marry into Chanhe Manor since you were a child. Now your wish has come true."

That's right to say...

Wang Yuyan collapsed on the ground, sobbing. Her whimpering voice seemed to contain a thousand kinds of love and hate, and a million kinds of sorrow.

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(End of this chapter)