Tianlong: Starting with Mantuo Manor as fertilizer

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Mu Wanqing's body trembled, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

The image of Abi couldn't help but appear in my mind.

The girl she had never seen was a completely imagined phantom.

Slender and quiet, polite and well-mannered, speaking with a soft Wu accent.

She desperately wanted a younger sister like that.

But then, another figure entered my mind.

That was Zhong Ling, who had played with her since childhood.

The other person still looks like they did when they were a child.

She was covered in mud, holding a dead rat by the tail in one hand and spinning around, while in the other hand she was pulling a knotted five-step snake, which she was waving at herself.

"Sister Mu, come play with me!"

Mu Wanqing closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Without hesitation, he erased the image of Zhong Ling from his mind.

She turned her head, opened her big, round eyes, and stared up at Xie Buruo, her gaze full of expectation.

Xie Buruo could hardly bear to look directly into those hopeful eyes.

But in the end, he followed his conscience and answered truthfully.

"no!"

Mu Wanqing's head drooped instantly, looking quite disappointed.

Wang Yuyan, standing to the side, was still unwilling to give up.

"Is there really absolutely no possibility?"

"Abi was adopted when she was young, she had no parents, so she really couldn't be Prince Duan's daughter..."

Xie Buruo originally intended to shake his head firmly.

But when he thought of the name "Prince Duan," he suddenly hesitated.

Even if they are time travelers, even if they are familiar with the original work.

Xie Buruo inevitably began to doubt his own answer.

"I don't think so."

should!

Mu Wanqing and Wang Yuyan's eyes lit up at the same time.

One is because of hope.

The other was simply someone who was watching out of curiosity.

Xie Buruo said helplessly, "After all, he is Prince Duan. I can't say for sure about such things."

Wang Yuyan nodded firmly, intending to inquire about Abi, whom she had always been on good terms with, so that they could have a father-daughter reunion.

However, Mu Wanqing, who was standing next to her, noticed something amiss.

"After all, he's Prince Duan?"

She frowned slightly, looking at the man who claimed to be a close friend of Prince Duan with a suspicious gaze.

"Does my father, no, Prince Duan, have many daughters?"

Xie Buruo tilted his head slightly: "There should be a few, right?"

Mu Wanqing pressed further, "How many are there exactly?"

Xie Buruo, unwilling to expose Duan Zhengchun's secrets, said, "How would I know? You'd have to ask your father, Prince Duan."

Of course, even Prince Duan himself probably couldn't say how many there were.

He added, "There must be at least two or three."

Mu Wanqing exclaimed in surprise, "Then wouldn't I have several younger sisters?"

Xie Buruo glanced at Wang Yuyan subconsciously, thinking to herself, "Who's older between you two? Maybe she has an older sister."

Wang Yuyan was engrossed in eating melons when she suddenly felt Xie Bushuo glance at her, which made her feel a little strange.

"Young Master Xie, why are you looking at me?"

Ok?

He's usually so dull-witted, how come his eyesight is so sharp right now!

Xie Buruo, still possessing a conscience, was unwilling to shatter Wang Yuyan's dream of a beautiful life and immediately denied it: "No, I wasn't looking at you."

Mu Wanqing shook her head from the side: "I saw you looking at Miss Wang too! I just asked you how many daughters Prince Duan has, and why you were looking at Miss Wang..."

At this point, she unconsciously turned her gaze to Wang Yuyan.

Even if she was slow on the uptake, she realized something was wrong at that moment.

"Could it be..." Mu Wanqing was both surprised and delighted.

"Could it be..." Wang Yuyan was both surprised and frightened.

Wang Yuyan never expected that she would be caught up in the gossip herself.

Years of reading honed her exceptional analytical skills.

Countless puzzle pieces rapidly formed in Wang Yuyan's mind, and she began to analyze them in murmurs to herself.

"Young Master Xie is a close friend of Prince Duan, despite their age difference! Your trip to Jiangnan this time was entrusted to you by him."

"You told Miss Mu about her background; she is the daughter of Prince Duan."

"Did Prince Duan entrust you with the task of finding his lost daughter in Jiangnan?"

"But why did you come to Mantuo Manor first? Did you know in advance that Miss Mu was coming, or was it for some other reason? What did my mother send you to Dali for? Could it be that I really am..."

Wang Yuyan was suddenly startled, as if she had discovered something extraordinary.

Xie Buruo sighed inwardly, "Although the process was completely wrong, the answer is correct."

Mu Wanqing dropped out of school early and had limited education, so she couldn't understand Wang Yuyan's long analysis, but she understood the result.

That means Wang Yuyan might be her younger sister!

She's even happier to have a younger sister like this!

Wang Yuyan suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked.

"Youcao said, 'My mother asked you to take a wooden box to Dali. What's inside? And who is it for?'"

She glanced at the pouch around Xie Buruo's waist.

The wooden box that Madam Wang asked him to send was inside.

There was a letter inside the wooden box.

As for the content, Xie Buruo didn't know either.

But he guessed that it was probably some kind of love poem or love letter.

Xie thought to himself, if Wang Yuyan were to see this, wouldn't her positive image of her mother be shattered?

Although Madam Wang was known for killing people without hesitation, her reputation probably wasn't very good to begin with.

Just as he was hesitating, Mu Wanqing excitedly reached out her hand.

"Quickly, hand over the wooden box!"

As long as she sat inside the wooden box, she would have another younger sister.

Xie Buruo was unwilling to be coerced by them.

He planned to go to a secluded spot later to see what was inside before deciding whether to show it to Wang Yuyan.

He said solemnly, "I have been entrusted with a task, and I must be loyal to it. I am a man of principle, and my principles do not allow me to do this!"

Wang Yuyan was slightly disappointed, but she also secretly admired Xie Buruo's principle.

Mu Wanqing couldn't believe a word Xie Buruo said.

The three parties are currently locked in a stalemate.

A human voice suddenly rang out.

"Is she really Prince Duan's daughter? Quickly bring out the box so I can see her! I'm so anxious!"

As they were talking.

The doors of the hermitage opened by themselves without any wind.

A figure suddenly darted out, leaping close and grabbing at the pouch at Xie Buruo's waist.

Xie Bu Ruo heard the sound of wind and his longsword was already drawn. The sword flashed and went straight for the opponent's wrist.

His sword strike was already incredibly swift.

Unexpectedly, the old man, who was as elusive as a ghost, subtly shifted his wrist and slipped past the sword shadow.

Xie Buruo changed his stance and thrust again, the sword just being thrust out.

The figure exclaimed "Huh?" and said, "Your swordsmanship is not bad. You look familiar."

As he spoke, he had already dodged the sword's edge and was behind Xie Buruo, placing a hand on the pouch at Xie's waist.

Before I could do anything, I heard a sudden gust of wind behind me.

Mu Wanqing had already plunged her sword into the man's back.

Without turning his head, the man flicked his finger, striking the spine of the sword.

Mu Wanqing felt a numbness in her wrist and a violent tremor in her hand, almost causing her to lose her grip on the longsword.

Before he could finish speaking, he took action.

"Little girl, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't you also want to see what's in his box? Why aren't you helping me, but instead helping him?"

Xie Bu Ruo seized the opportunity to turn around and stab back, but the figure slipped and slid more than ten feet away, his right hand already holding the wooden box.

Under the moonlight.

An old man with flowing sleeves, a full forehead, and an unusual appearance had a very kind and smiling face.

Mu Wanqing and Xie Buruo brandished their swords, wary and alert, and demanded, "Who are you?!"

"My name is Kang Guangling, and I am Xiao Abi's master."

Kang Guangling looked at the wooden box in his hand with a grin, eager to open it.