Zhutian: My skills are not serious

Chapter 364: Young People Don’t Know the Joy of Cuckolding
Murong Fu was very angry.

Counting the time, he and Li Qinglu have been married for more than half a year, but they have never slept together. It’s not that he doesn’t want to, nor that Princess Yinchuan doesn’t let him touch her, but he... can’t.

Tiger penis, deer antler, Cynomorium songaricum, Cistanche deserticola… not to mention these tonics, he even went to Duan Yanqing to get a bottle of Yin Yang He He San, but what was the result? He almost got internal injuries from holding it in, but the core parts didn’t move at all.

Later, he concealed his identity and went to the Central Plains for medical consultation. A Taoist priest who claimed to have supernatural powers asked him a question: had he ever done anything against the will of heaven or earth in his life?

Of course he has done this kind of thing!

Is there anything more heinous than patricide?

Murong Fu fled in a panic, and from then on he accepted his fate, believing that it was retribution.

Now the imperial physician actually told him that Li Qinglu was pregnant?
What does this mean?
The princess of Xixia actually cheated on her!

"Get out, get out of here."

Two maids who were talking and laughing to Princess Yinchuan who was lying on the bed saw him come in. They thought that the prince consort was anxious to show affection to the princess, so they bowed and walked away.

Li Qinglu lifted the pale yellow bed curtain that had fallen when the imperial physician felt her pulse, and a hint of doubt flashed through her clear eyes: "My husband, is there something bothering you? Why are you so depressed?"

"You know better than anyone what's bothering me?"

"Why do you say that, my husband?" Li Qinglu frowned and pursed her red lips. "Could it be that the imperial physician was rude and offended my husband?"

"It's not him, it's you!"

"I?"

"The child in your belly." Murong Fu walked to the bed, pointed at her belly which had not yet bulged, and said sternly: "Tell me honestly, whose child is he? Whose child is he!"

Li Qinglu's eyes widened, and she looked stunned. "My husband, what are you saying? No matter how much I dislike you, I am still the princess of Xixia. I am well-educated. I have read some books and I think I know what to do and what not to do. Now that I am pregnant with your child, you are slandering my reputation like this. Where is your conscience?"

"You know very well that I... I am in bed... I can't... I can't... do things in the bedroom..."

"My husband, four months ago, you had a banquet with Deputy Commander Yerma and General Helian Tieshu. After you got drunk, Manager Sun helped you into the room to rest. That night, you were... you were so energetic... you almost made me faint. The next morning, you sobered up a little and asked me why I was so weak and exhausted. Have you forgotten all these things?"

Li Qinglu turned her head away, tears streaming down her face.

Murong Fu recalled briefly. Four months ago, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, just after the Western Xia New Year, he invited Helian Tieshu, Yerma and others to a party at his house. They drank until they were drunk. He didn't know what happened after that. He woke up the next day in his bedroom. Although Li Qinglu looked haggard and seemed to be sick, she was particularly gentle to him for some reason. She said many sweet words to him that he had never said before. He was flattered but also confused.

Now that I hear her mention it, this is the reason?
Could it be that... after getting drunk, the psychological burden of patricide was gone, the wind stopped, the rain cleared, and the good brothers were fine again?
"After that time...are you and I still together?"

Li Qinglu let out a short muffled groan from her throat and whispered, "Three days later, you accepted the invitation of Helian Tieshu's deputy general Nurhai to attend a banquet at Huiqinglou and returned at midnight. Yun'er and I waited for you in the zither pavilion in the front yard for more than an hour. Have you forgotten this?"

Murong Fu only remembered that in order to make friends with those future backbones of the royal court, he drank one cup after another, and finally got drunk. He was put on the carriage by the coachman and taken all the way back to the princess's mansion. He didn't remember anything after that.

"It's me……"

"You said that I was feeling better, but you refused to let me go. Your mouth was full of alcohol, like a wild beast..." Li Qinglu said with a chuckle.

"This...Princess..." Murong Fu looked guilty: "This is all my fault. I was confused. I hope the princess will forgive me."

"It's good that my husband knows his mistake. I just hope he won't make the same mistake again in the future."

"Princess, rest assured. I will serve you well in the future and treat you like a pearl and cherish you as my life." Murong Fu thought so. After all, Princess Yinchuan was pregnant with Murong's child, so their relationship would naturally be further improved.

"By the way, did the imperial physician give any instructions before he left?"

"You should rest more and keep warm. Don't touch cold water or practice martial arts. Just focus on taking care of your baby."

Li Qinglu nodded and kept the imperial physician's words in mind.

Murong Fu thought for a moment and said, "You should have a good rest. I will go tell the Concubine Dowager the good news and make her happy."

"Okay." Li Qinglu turned over and lay back down.

Murong Fu stood up to leave, but was stopped by her again.

"Such a big thing, I have to tell my foster father. He will be returning to Jiangnan tomorrow, so let's tell him the good news as a gift." "Don't worry, I won't have to."

Murong Fu patted her hands, put them back into the quilt, pulled the bed curtain, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside with a beaming face.

He has a son.

The Murong family has a successor!

The great cause of rebuilding Dayan and restoring the glory of the Murong family will be worked even harder in the future.

……

In the blink of an eye, another half a year has passed.

The autumn wind blows through Chang'an, bringing desolation to people's eyes.

The autumn in the south of the Yangtze River still carries a hint of summer sultryness, like the hand of a mother sending her child off on a long journey, turning the rice yellow, sweetening the fruits and vegetables, and soothing the hearts of rice farmers and fishermen.

The city of Gusu has been prosperous since ancient times, with shops lining both sides of the streets and bustling with pedestrians. The chilly autumn weather approaching has not dampened people's interest in traveling, but has instead attracted many scholars who want to relax and study after the autumn examination. Most of the poems written on the towers, songs sung on the bows of boats, and reminiscing about the past on the covered bridges come from them.

"Husband, why did you buy so many colored threads?" The conversation at the door of a knitted fabric shop outside Qingquanfang attracted a lot of people's attention.

The problem is not the colored thread of the female worker, but the person that the beautiful woman calls "husband"... a monk with a scar on his head, monk shoes on his feet, and a string of beeswax Buddhist beads hanging on his chest.

It is rare for a monk to marry a wife, and it is even rarer for him to marry a very beautiful wife. Naturally, he became the object of everyone's eye rolling - whether it was out of men's jealousy or women's contempt and misunderstanding. In short, Master Emptiness was the focus wherever he went.

"Calculating the time, my grandson will be born soon. As a grandfather, shouldn't I prepare a good gift for the child?" Chu Pingsheng answered Mu Wanqing's question and turned to look at Ah Zi who kept piling paper bags on You Tanzhi's human-shaped warehouse: "Why do you buy everything? Needless to say, needlework and embroidery, but what do you keep those things used by prostitutes to entertain themselves?"

Ah Zi quickly threw away the thing in her hand. She thought it was a fun whip with tassels and bells. It must be very satisfying to whip You Tanzhi with it. How did it become a thing for brothel girls to entertain themselves?
"It's because you rarely go shopping with your daughter. I...I...I'm excited."

You Tanzhi held cakes in his left hand, such as sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, small sugar cakes, and glutinous rice lotus roots. In his right hand, he held pressed duck, drunken crabs, and frozen chicken. In his arms, he also held a bunch of pots and pans, rouge and powder, hairpins and ornaments...

Even so, Senior Sister A Zi was still not satisfied and wished she could use his ears as hooks.

The pedestrians around were even more unhappy.

It's okay for a monk to get married, but he actually has a beautiful daughter. He also talks about choosing a birth gift for his eldest grandson. How old is he? Only twenty-five? It's okay to be rich and powerful early, but what's the point of having a house full of children and grandchildren early?

"Okay, stop complaining." Chu Pingsheng said, "How is the thing you asked me to do going?"

"Chu Chenzi is on his way and will arrive in a day or two." After Ah Zi finished reporting, he said, "Dad, what do you want so much ice silk for?"

"Didn't I tell you to make a birthday gift for my eldest grandson?" He then explained, "Xixia is dry and cold, and the winter is especially hard to endure. I have discussed it with your mother, and I'll make a small underwear to bring over as a token of my appreciation."

"Ice silk to make clothes? This is too extravagant."

Of course Ah Zi knew how difficult it was to raise ice silkworms. Ice silkworms were rare and could not make cocoons, so the silk production from ice silkworms was extremely low. Just looking at the soft silk ropes that she had used in Xiaojing Lake before, there were only two or three in the entire Xingxiu Sect. The structure of the soft silk ropes was similar to that of a fishing net, and as for the small shirts, even if they were for children, it would probably exhaust the entire Xingxiu Sect's stock.

"Dad, you're too good to that adopted son of yours."

Ah Zi pouted, looking unhappy.

What is Murong Fu? He has been jumping around, betraying people in various ways, and even murdering his own father. Not to mention Mu Wanqing, Gan Baobao and others look down on him, even she, the cheap daughter who gave her mother aphrodisiac to give birth to a monk father, also despises that sworn brother.

"A Zi, I have no problem with you hating Murong Fu, but the child is right. From now on, you have to act like an aunt."

Chu Pingsheng thought to himself, of course I have to be nice to him. I am only in my twenties and I can enjoy the pleasure of having an affair. This is all thanks to my adopted son.

But on second thought, this statement is not accurate. On that day in Mantuo Villa, Murong Fu was poisoned by the Sad Breeze, so why was the antidote useless? The answer is very simple. He secretly gave Murong Fu a wisp of the Seven Absolute Shadowless Evil.

It would be better for the Xianbei Murong clan's plan of moving mountains and restoring the country to end with the extinction of their descendants.

Later, when he saw Li Qinglu, he felt that he could not let Princess Yinchuan suffer the sin of having no descendants like Murong Fu. In line with the compassion of a monk and the spirit of parents who hope for their children's happiness, he could only reluctantly do it and take some trouble.

(End of this chapter)