Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

"what?"

Yun Zhonghe was stunned. He hadn't expected the other party to agree. Now he regretted it. The two women each had their own merits, and he liked them both. Giving up either of them would be like cutting off his own flesh.

The two women who were originally behind Murong Fu were also startled and cautiously moved a few steps away from him.

Until Murong Fu continued:

"But I find you the most annoying."

"Yun Zhonghe, is it? Cut off your own legs and go back home, and I might spare your life."

The two women realized that when the other party said he liked the round-faced Zhong Ling, it might just be a joke, and he wasn't a villain like Yun Zhonghe.

Zhong Ling's smiling face turned slightly red at this moment. He felt that the young master's words were quite embarrassing, and that he had even said that he had a round face.

Mu Wanqing's favorability rating plummeted, thinking to herself that even if he wasn't a bad person, he was still a lecherous playboy.

Yun Zhonghe was incredulous and about to lash out when he saw the other party stretch out his hands and make a few empty gestures in the air, as if there were special fluctuations in the air.

Just as Yun Zhonghe was about to escape, he discovered that his prized lightness skill seemed to have malfunctioned, and then excruciating pain spread throughout his body.

Yun Zhonghe let out a strange cry like a bat and fell from the tree.

Lying on the ground, unable to get up, he could only stretch his neck like a turtle, looking at his body, blood gushing out...

In my hometown, there's a saying: if you surrender, you lose half the stakes.

I already told you that you could just cut off your own legs, and when you got back you could ask your wicked boss for advice on using crutches, but you wouldn't listen.

"Now look what happened, I've broken all five of your limbs, you're completely useless."

Murong Fu was proficient in martial arts and traditional Chinese medicine. His Canhe Finger strikes hit the vital points. Although Yun Zhonghe was not knowledgeable in medicine, he knew that his chances of survival were slim and secretly lamented his misfortune.

"Young...who are you? Let me, Yun Zhonghe, find out."

"Want revenge?"

Ask Duan Yanqing if he dares to come to Yanziwu and cause trouble for Murong Fu!

"So it's Murong Fu from Gusu. I am... ah!"

Unexpectedly, Mu Wanqing threw her sword, killing Yun Zhonghe.

Murong Fu shook his head inwardly. Alas, Mu Wanqing doesn't understand anything. Losing all five limbs is a thousand times more painful than death.

Mu Wanqing stepped on Yun Zhonghe's corpse, drew her sword, and disgustedly shook off the blood.

He then approached Murong Fu, clasped his hands in a respectful greeting:

"Young Master Murong, you helped me out of injustice, and I am deeply grateful."

Murong Fu glanced at the other party's 12 points of favorability and gave a slight, expressionless twitch at the corner of his mouth.

What are you grateful for?

Then Zhong Ling said:

"Young Master Murong, thank you for saving us sisters."

Have you seen my brother?

His name is Duan Yu. He was kidnapped by a Tibetan monk who said he was being taken to your Gusu Yanziwu...

Mu Wanqing glared at her. She felt that since the evil monk had captured Duan Yu and taken him to Yanziwu, the owner of Yanziwu must be in cahoots with him. He could have escaped, but now that the other party knew his identity, it was like being caught in a wolf's den and then into a tiger's mouth.

Then I remembered that little thief Murong had just said he liked Zhong Ling. He must be a lecherous man too. Sure enough, Master... Mother was right. There isn't a single good man in the world.

Zhong Ling was glared at by Mu Wanqing and realized she might have said something wrong, so she was sullen.

Murong Fu found her extremely cute and couldn't help but pat her head.

Zhong Ling took two steps back like a startled rabbit, while Mu Wanqing held her sword horizontally behind her, thinking to herself:

Oh no, this person really did have ulterior motives. It's all Zhong Ling's fault for revealing her identity.

Azhu was riding her horse this way, but seeing that the two seemed to be arguing, she dismounted and walked over quickly.

Seeing A'Zhu approach, Mu Wanqing's face turned even paler. This person was so powerful that even Yun Zhonghe was no match for her. Now that she had come to help, what should she do?

Murong Fu chuckled inwardly at how cautious the two girls were, especially Zhong Ling, who seemed particularly pitiful.

"You two are Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing, right?"

Zhong Ling nodded, then received another elbow strike from Mu Wanqing:

"Damn it, it seems this person came specifically for us. It looks like that wicked monk knows our entire family inside and out..."

"Don't panic, I'm your brother-in-law."

This is your older sister, A'Zhu; she is also Prince Duan's daughter.

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling gasped and covered her mouth. Mu Wanqing, looking thoughtful, asked A'Zhu:

"So what's your last name?"

Azhu said, "My surname is Duan. Or rather... Ruan."

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing exchanged a glance and nodded. Before they left, they overheard their mothers discussing going to settle scores with the woman surnamed Ruan, who seemed to be A Zhu's mother...

Then Mu Wanqing asked, "What happened to my brother... what did that big monk do to him?"

Murong Fu said, "I don't know, we just came back from Henan."

Why don't you two come back with us and take a look?

Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing looked at each other, and then at A Zhu at the same time.

In the end, Murong Fu mounted his horse, took A'Zhu with him, and gestured for the two women to follow.

The four then rode two horses toward Swallow's Nest.

As for Yun Zhonghe, whose reputation in the martial arts world was notorious, no one paid any attention to his corpse.

It might become dinner for some passing animals, which would be one of the few good deeds he has ever done in his life.

.......

The four arrived in Suzhou after dark. At that time, it was already curfew and the city gates were closed. Ordinary people could not enter the city unless they had official business, military intelligence, or medical emergencies and could use their official seals or documents to open the city gates.

But rules are rules, people are flexible.

Murong Fu threw in a small piece of silver and was let in.

A'Zhu was used to it, but Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing were seeing it for the first time.

Murong Fu found a nice inn and booked two superior rooms: one for himself and A'Zhu, and one for Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing.

After putting his things away, Murong Fu arranged a banquet in a private room of the inn.

After all, Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing were guests, so Murong Fu naturally had to extend some hospitality.

More than twenty dishes, including water shield and silver fish soup, crab stuffed orange, perch sashimi, cherry meat, plum smoked goose, lotus seedpod fish dumplings, West Lake vinegar fish, etc., were laid out on the table, and the plum wine that Murong Fu had not drunk for a long time was also filled to the brim.

A'Zhu knew that over the past six months, the young master had become increasingly particular about food, and had taken it for granted.

But Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing had never seen anything like this before!

Mu Wanqing and Qin Hongmian lived in the mountains since childhood. It might be an exaggeration to say they ate coarse food and wild vegetables, but it wasn't much better.

Zhong Ling is Zhong Wanchou's daughter, but usually they only have three or five dishes, and they don't even have such a grand feast during the New Year.

Moreover, these dishes were all things that her children had never eaten before. It goes without saying that Zhong Ling had never been to Suzhou before, and Mu Wanqing had come once before to assassinate Li Qingluo, but that was for the purpose of killing someone, and she hadn't slept well at all during that time. After arriving in Suzhou, she only ate the dry food and salted meat that she brought with her, so naturally she had never eaten these.

The two women ate in silence, and Murong Fu initially put a piece on each of the three women's plates.

After that, he ignored Mu Wanqing and instead frequently served food to Zhong Ling.

Haha, with Mu Wanqing's current level of favorability, there's no way Murong Fu would fawn over her.

Several more elaborate dishes were served afterward, and it took half an hour to finish the meal.

At this moment, Murong Fu said, "Since you've come from afar, why don't we go to the night market?"