Zongwu: Wang Yuyan refuses marriage and forces Li Qingluo to marry

Anyway, Wei Wu just doesn't like Murong Fu!

Wei Wu smiled and said, "Yan'er, if you have nothing else to do, I'll leave first."

"Father, wait a moment."

Wang Yuyan grabbed Wei Wu's wrist, but when she realized something was wrong, she immediately let go. Her expression changed from cold to embarrassed, and a hint of panic flashed in her beautiful eyes.

Men and women should not touch each other, and even if Wei Wu was her stepfather, suddenly grabbing Wei Wu's wrist was a very rude behavior.

If Wei Wu scolded her for being ignorant of etiquette and having no rules, she could only endure it silently.

Fortunately, Wei Wu did not care about it. He was not at a disadvantage, so there was no point in caring.

Wei Wu had a smile as warm as the spring breeze on his face, and said patiently: "Yan'er, we are a family, if you have anything to say, just say it directly, there is no need to hide it."

Wang Yuyan said softly, "Father, I often go to Yanziwu and I am very familiar with the place. How about I accompany you to Yanziwu and be your guide?"

Wei Wu naturally knew that his adopted daughter was not so kind-hearted. It was obvious that she had ulterior motives. She said that she was going to Yanziwu as a guide, but in fact she just wanted to meet Murong Fu.

Wei Wu's guess was correct, but not entirely correct.

It was true that Wang Yuyan wanted to meet Murong Fu, but her real purpose was to strengthen her determination to marry no one else but Murong Fu by meeting him.

Meeting Murong Fu was only the superficial purpose; the deeper purpose was to strengthen her determination to marry no one else but Murong Fu.

Ever since that chance encounter in the garden that day, Wei Wu's figure often appeared in Wang Yuyan's mind.

The cousin Murong Fu, who was originally in my mind, suddenly became unattractive.

If this continued, Wang Yuyan was afraid that she would have to threaten death to force Li Qingluo to give Wei Wu to her.

Therefore, she wanted to meet Murong Fu urgently to make sure that she had not changed her mind and that she would marry Murong Fu.

Judging from Wang Yuyan's actions and reactions, she is still too young.

When a person tries to prove that something is right, it often means that he has already doubted it.

True faith does not require any external proof.

Wang Yuyan wanted to confirm her choice by meeting Murong Fu, but this just exposed her inner hesitation and uncertainty.

Seeing that Wei Wu didn't say anything, Wang Yuyan thought he disagreed, and said lightly: "If father doesn't agree, then forget it."

At first it sounds like a nonchalant, nonchalant sound, but upon closer inspection there is a hint of loss.

Wei Wu smiled gently and said, "Why would I disagree? Then I'll trouble Yan'er."

"It's no trouble, father."

The corners of Wang Yuyan's mouth slightly raised, revealing a quiet and indifferent smile, like a wintersweet blooming in the cold winter, elegant yet a little aloof.

"Okay, let's go."

Wei Wu smiled and walked slowly towards the gate of Mantuo Villa.

Wang Yuyan looked at Wei Wu's back, a complex look flashed in her beautiful eyes, and then she took a step to follow him.

The two of them walked one in front and one behind, and the breeze blew, causing their clothes to flutter gently, like a flowing painting.

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but sigh in their hearts: "What a perfect match! They are simply a pair of gods and goddesses!"

Wei Wu had a warm smile on his face and walked steadily, neither fast nor slow, as if he was enjoying every minute and every second.

Wang Yuyan followed behind him silently, with a gleam in her beautiful eyes, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The two left Mantuo Villa, came to the pier, and boarded a boat heading straight to Yanziwu.

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Chapter 18: My Cheap Nephew Murong Fu

On Lake Taihu, a luxurious and spectacular ship sailed against the wind and waves towards Yanziwu.

On the bow of the boat, Wei Wu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. In the distance, the water and the sky met, and the lake was the same color, which made him feel relaxed and happy, and full of heroic spirit.

Wang Yuyan stood quietly beside Wei Wu, and couldn't help but secretly glance at Wei Wu out of the corner of her eye. A blush suddenly appeared on her pretty face, like peach blossoms swaying gently in the spring breeze.

Wei Wu's clothes are as white as snow, his sleeves are fluttering, his lips are smiling, his complexion is as crystal clear as jade, his figure is tall and slender, his handsome appearance is also elegant and otherworldly, he is so charming and unrestrained that he is simply a banished immortal or a real person who has descended to the earth.

Even if compared with a man like Murong Fu who is both talented in literature and martial arts and has outstanding appearance, Wei Wu is still the blazing sun in the sky, shining brightly, making others feel ashamed.

With the help of the sail, it won’t be long before the outline of Yanziwu can be seen in the distance.

Soon the ship arrived at the Yanziwu dock and slowly stopped. Wei Wu and Wang Yuyan got off the ship.

The man guarding the dock was very familiar with Wang Yuyan and greeted her respectfully.

"Miss Cousin."

Wang Yuyan nodded slightly and said calmly, "Go and inform my cousin that Marquis Xiaoyao is here to visit."

"Yes."

The man guarding the dock responded and ran quickly towards Chanhe Village.

Wang Yuyan turned to look at Wei Wu and said softly, "Father, I'll go too. I'll tell you about the beautiful scenery of Yanziwu on the way."

"it is good."

Wei Wu smiled and nodded, following Wang Yuyan's steps, and walked leisurely towards Chanhe Village.

Yanziwu is really as the rumors say, with colorful apricot blossoms lining the paths, and green willows hanging down, gently brushing the surface of the lake. It is like a moving poem or painting, so beautiful that it takes one's breath away.

Murong Fu’s reputation is exaggerated, but the beauty of Yanziwu is absolutely true.

Wei Wu thought to himself, "How can Murong Fu be worthy of such a paradise on earth? In order to prevent the pearl from being covered in dust, I should accept Yanziwu with great reluctance.

By then, I will live in Mantuo Villa, Yanziwu and Xiaoyaohou Mansion in turn. Changing the living environment more often will not only be good for my mood, but also bring many unexpected interests. "

Although Wang Yuyan was not really acting as a guide, she was quite attentive in her explanations.

It’s not excellent, but it’s definitely passed the guide’s passing line.

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Shenhe Village.

When Murong Fu heard that Xiaoyao Hou was coming to visit, he immediately took four generals, Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Feng Bo'e and Bao Bu Tong, to wait at the gate.

Wei Wu held a high position and great power. He could make things happen in Gusu with a wave of his hand, and was very influential even in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Xiaoyao Hou, the local emperor of Gusu is no joke, he deserves the title!

Murong Fu was just a descendant of a fallen royal family, one who dared not reveal his identity. He was not worthy of being compared with Wei Wu, let alone being provoked.

He also wanted to make friends with Wei Wu and use the power in Wei Wu's hands to recover Dayan.

This idea is not only fantastic, but also out of this world.

Murong Fu is really stubborn. He doesn't think about developing his own strength, but only thinks about getting something for nothing and laying eggs by borrowing other people's chickens.

Or maybe he had self-knowledge and knew that it would be impossible to recover Dayan by slowly accumulating strength on his own.

Seeing Wei Wu and Wang Yuyan coming, Murong Fu smiled brightly and wanted to take a few steps forward to greet them, but he put his foot down again after just raising it.

Going to the gate to greet him was already giving Wei Wu enough face. If he took a few steps forward, it would seem too humble.

But if he stood still, he was afraid that Wei Wu would be unhappy.

I have to say, Murong Fu has a lot of inner drama!

Got it!

Murong Fu's eyes lit up, and he thought, "I can pretend to go forward to greet Yuyan! This way I can show my relationship with Yuyan, and also get closer to Wei Wu."

Having made up his mind, Murong Fu walked towards Wei Wu and Wang Yuyan with a gentle smile on his face.

When Deng Baichuan and the other three saw Murong Fu coming forward, their faces darkened and they felt very unhappy, thinking that Murong Fu was being too humble.

In their eyes, Murong Fu is a direct descendant of the Great Yan royal family and will inherit the orthodox lineage of Great Yan in the future. His status is extremely noble.

Condescending to go to the gate to welcome Wei Wu was already a great honor given to him, and now he was taking the initiative to greet him!

That's too much, it's a bit self-deprecating.

The direct descendants of the Great Yan royal family of the Northern Song Dynasty were just like the Plain Yellow Banner lady on the bus, both of them had noble bloodlines, but were useless.

Murong Fu looked at Wang Yuyan, pretending to be gentle, and said with a smile: "Cousin!"

After hearing Murong Fu's words, Deng Baichuan and the other three immediately changed their expressions from anger to joy, and praised in their hearts: "Young Master is very adaptable and has many wise plans. Great Yan has a bright future!"

"Ok?"

Wang Yuyan was slightly stunned, because Murong Fu had never been so warm and intimate to her. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and said softly, "Cousin."

Murong Fu came close to Wei Wu and stopped.

Seeing this, Wang Yuyan quickly introduced: "Father, this is my cousin Murong Fu."

Then he said to Murong Fu gently, "Cousin, this is my father."

Murong Fu naturally knew Wei Wu, and Wang Yuyan's introduction was just a formality.

Murong Fu clasped his fists and bowed, saying respectfully, "Murong Fu greets the Marquis."

Deng Baichuan and the other three who followed Murong Fu also clasped their fists and bowed, saying in unison: "Greetings, Lord Marquis."

Wei Wu not only has a higher status than Murong Fu, but also a higher generation than Murong Fu.

Although Wei Wu is not Murong Fu's uncle, he is Wang Yuyan's stepfather. Wang Yuyan and Murong Fu are of the same generation, so Murong Fu is indeed Wei Wu's junior.

"Mr. Murong, there is no need to be so polite."

Wei Wu smiled and said, "You are Yan'er's cousin, so you are one of our own. Marquis is a title for outsiders, so you can just call me uncle."

Murong Fu was thinking about how to get close to Wei Wu. Now that Wei Wu offered himself to him, he naturally wanted it more than he wanted.

Besides, he has no pressure at all to recognize Duan Yanqing as his godfather and Wei Wu as his uncle.

Especially when it comes to this uncle, there is some theoretical basis for his argument.

Murong Fu bowed and said, "Fu'er greets uncle."

Murong Fu bowed once more, and Deng Baichuan and the other three, who were his retainers, could only follow suit and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Lord Marquis."

Wei Wu acted like an elder, patted Murong Fu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Fu'er, we are all family, don't be too reserved."

"Yes."

Murong Fu stood up, made a gesture of invitation, and said enthusiastically: "Uncle, please."

"Ah."

Wei Wu nodded and walked towards the gate of Chanhe Manor.

Wang Yuyan finally realized that Murong Fu was so warm and intimate to her because of Wei Wu!

After she understood, she began to feel a little resentful towards Murong Fu, as well as a little estrangement that she herself was not aware of.

When everyone arrived at the hall, Wei Wu sat directly on the main seat without Murong Fu's greeting.

Murong Fu paused, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He usually thinks highly of himself, and people in the martial arts world respect him when they know he is Nan Murong. How could he have ever been looked down upon like this?

Of course, the sense of superiority of the descendants of the Dayan royal family is also at work.

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However, thinking that he could not afford to offend Wei Wu, and that he had to call Wei Wu his uncle, although it was inappropriate for Wei Wu to sit on the main seat, it was not impossible.

After figuring it out, Murong Fu looked calm as usual, with a faint smile, and sat in the second seat.

Wang Yuyan, Deng Baichuan and the other three also took their seats.

Wei Wu and Murong Fu chatted about this and that and praised each other's business. Of course, it was mainly Murfu who praised Wei Wu, and Wei Wu occasionally responded.

They chatted in this bland manner for a while, and Wei Wu really didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so he directly stated his purpose.

"Fu'er, I heard that the Murong family's Huanshishui Pavilion has countless secret manuals. I really want to broaden my horizons. I wonder if it's convenient?"

Wei Wu took the initiative to get closer to Murong Fu, but he had a purpose.

Otherwise, why would he acknowledge Murong Fu as his cheap nephew?

Give Wang Yuyan face?