Murong Fu Dongfangqing

"Fourth brother!" Luo Bing exclaimed, and subconsciously ran over to help Wen Tailai. Suddenly, a chill came out of her bones, and the corners of her eyes twitched a few times. He looked at her with a half-smile, and in his hand was playing with a small white sword condensed with true energy.

She suddenly understood that as long as she took this step, her husband would definitely be dead, and maybe her own life would end here too.

"This cruel person!" Luo Bing was bitter and resentful, but he resisted the urge to run over.

Third Young Mistress Zhuang was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses. She looked at Murong Fu and then at Luo Bing, as if she had understood something, her eyes flickered slightly, she walked over silently, and took Wen Tailai's pulse, "Wen Tailai The Four Heroes are fine, they just fainted for a while because of the blood rushing to their hearts."

Immediately, a servant was called in and ordered to take him to the guest room to rest.

"Fourth Brother?" Suddenly, a man's voice sounded, followed by a man who ran out of the hall. He was not very old, about [-] years old, with a dark and thin face, very small, but his body was good, and he rushed to Wen Tailai Beside him, he yelled twice and there was no movement. He glared at the people around him, "What's wrong with my fourth brother? Who beat him?"

Young Mistress Zhuang's face suddenly turned pale. At this time, she naturally couldn't point out that Murong Fu was the one who beat her, but as the master, she couldn't just sit idly by, so she said awkwardly, "This is a misunderstanding. The young man Xin is a little restless, and the fourth man Wen Just passed out, nothing serious."

"Hmph, it's nothing serious? Could it be that you can be beaten casually?" The black and thin young man sneered, and suddenly turned his head to look at Luo Bing, "Sister-in-law, who beat you?"

Luo Bing's heart trembled when he heard the "fourth sister-in-law", and he subconsciously glanced at Murong Fu.

She definitely didn't want to identify Murong Fu with this look, but the black and thin young man just thought so, and he found the right owner, so it must be considered a false attack.

The young man's eyes fell on Murong Fu, and he sized him up a bit, "Did you hit him?"

Murong Fu faint one

Laughing, "I called, what's the problem?"

"You...why did you hit my fourth brother?" the young man asked, actually, according to his previous fiery temper, he wouldn't talk nonsense at all, but the aura of the person in front of him was too weird, he stood there clearly, But it seems that there is nothing. If such a person is not an ordinary person, he is a peerless master.

Murong Fu gave him a sideways look, "If you want to hit me, hit me, if you want to hit me, you can do it too."

"Sanggong, forget it..." But Shuang'er whispered beside him. She is a member of the dealer and half the owner of the house, and she doesn't want to make things worse.

Murong Fu didn't pay attention, the black and thin young man couldn't hold back his temper when he saw how arrogant he was, he jumped up quickly, moved his arms together, and punched seven or eight punches in an instant, the momentum was not insignificant.

"Huh? Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist?" Murong Fu was slightly astonished, and without waiting for him to make a move, Shuang'er had already taken a step forward, his five fingers twitched, and a gust of wind blew gently, all the shadows of the fists disappeared immediately, and the opponent's attack was in full swing resolve.

The black and thin young man stood there with a horrified expression, never expecting that a move that he tried his best was resolved by such a little girl who was only twenty-eight years old, and it was still so relaxed and free-spirited.

Not to mention him, even the Third Young Mistress Zhuang's expression is inexplicable at the moment. When Shuang'er left, she only learned some boxing skills. to such an extent.

At this moment, Shuang'er bowed to the young man, "Young master, don't be impulsive. It's just a slight misunderstanding, and Wen Sixia was not injured. It's better to let go of the enemy than to tie it up. Why don't we let it go."

The little girl is also in a dilemma. You can't say too much, or you will offend the other party, and you can't say it too lightly, otherwise you will offend your husband. Although the husband will not do anything to her, the person opposite will not survive.

Unexpectedly, the black and thin young man didn't appreciate it at all, but seeing a stern look on his face, he wiped his hands around his waist, and there were two extra kitchen knives, following the changes of his hands, a series of knives

Ying slashed towards Shuang'er.

"Hehe, it turns out to be the remnants of the Red Flower Society!" Murong Fu chuckled, just now he felt that the young man's boxing style was a bit familiar, but now he completely remembered that the martial arts used by the young man was similar to that of Chen Jialuo back then .

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and gently moved Shuang'er to the side, then turned his hand and punched out.

But there was a muffled bang, and the air exploded in the air. Before the young man's sharp knife had any effect, the kitchen knife flew out of his hand, and the person was also blown away, hitting the wall of the hall, directly smashing out a human figure hole.

With such a big commotion, the rest of the people in the courtyard were also alarmed and rushed over one after another, seven or eight of them were just the ones they had seen in Zhending City that day.

"It turns out that Mr. Murong has arrived, what's going on?"

"Hey, isn't this the fourth master of the Red Flower Society, Ben Leishou Wen Tailai?"

"There is also Luo Bing, the mandarin duck knife. Didn't the couple disappear for a long time? When did they come?"

"The only missing ones are the Four Heroes Wen. Madam Wen is not missing. I heard that not long ago she was assisting in the defense of the Mongol Tartars in Xiangyang City."

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Everyone talked a lot, they naturally also noticed the black and thin young man who couldn't afford to be seriously injured, they knew that they must have something to do with Murong Fu, but no one dared to step forward to question a single word.

Mrs. Zhuang stepped forward with a wry smile, "Young Master Murong, can't you give this concubine a bad face and insist on demolishing the last place where the orphans and widows of my Zhuang family live?"

Murong Fu smiled slightly, "Tear it down and rebuild it. You have so many people here, so it's not difficult to build a house."

After speaking, he took Shuang'er's little hand, "Shuang'er, don't take me to see the place where you grew up."

Shuang'er let out a groan, and didn't care about being shy, and hurriedly dragged him back to the backyard, and let Xianggong stay here, maybe there will be some big troubles.

Yuan Ziyi and Chen Yuanyuan hurriedly followed.

After the few people left, Zhuang quickly sent someone to send the young man and Wen Tailai to be treated, and after explaining a few words to the crowd, he sent them away.

"Oh, it looks like my haunted house will be lively again for a while." Mrs. Zhuang sighed slightly, but when she turned around, she found that there was a figure in fluttering white clothes standing beside her. Looking faintly at a certain direction, that direction is exactly the direction where Murong Fu left.

Mrs. Zhuang glanced at her thoughtfully, and said with a smile, "Mrs. Wen, the Four Heroes Wen are not there."

"Ah... oh," Luo Bing came back to his senses, with a guilty conscience on his face, "I... I know, I'm just... just thinking about other things."

"Is it something else? Or someone else?" Ruo Zhuang asked meaningfully.

Luo Bing blushed, and quickly put on a serious look, "Third young lady, you are also a daughter's family, so you should know that you can't make jokes about this kind of thing, otherwise the innocence of the concubine will be ruined."

If these words came from someone else, Third Young Mistress would definitely apologize immediately, but when Luo Bing said these words, she felt a little contemptuous in her heart, you are so close to putting it on your face, are you still afraid of people saying it?

Of course, she is also a woman who understands the general situation, so naturally she will not speak out what is in her heart, and immediately stroked her forehead, "Hey, look at my memory, I am so busy and confused, Mrs. Wen just arrived today, she has no place to live yet, let's go, I'll arrange it for you."

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"Master, there are not many vacant rooms in the courtyard, so I can only wrong you to live here temporarily." After Shuang'er arranged the residences of Chen Yuanyuan and Yuan Ziyi, she brought Murong Fu to a remote and simple room, feeling a little embarrassed. Said.

In fact, the backyard of the West Wing did not entertain outsiders, especially men, like other people who were allied with the banker, they were all arranged to live in the East Wing, but Murong Fu was a special case. He didn't want to get too far away from Ailang, so he brought him in at the risk of being blamed by the third young lady.

Murong Fu looked around, the room was simple and simple, with a faint fragrance, there was a dressing table by the window, but apart from a wooden comb, there was no other cosmetic items, not to mention rouge and gouache, not even a mirror piece.

etc.

Pulling Shuang'er, she pinched her little face lovingly, "My husband is used to eating and sleeping in the open, so there is no wronged or wronged, but my Shuang'er is really wronged. I have lived in this kind of place for so many years, thanks to you Why does the third young lady treat you as her own, I think her conscience is broken."

Shuang'er was stunned after hearing this, and quickly explained, "No, no, the third young lady treated me very well, but before everyone hid in Tibet, life was very difficult, and her residence was no better than mine."

After talking about it, he asked in a low voice, "Sister... How did Xianggong know that this is Shuang'er's residence?"

"It's not easy. The scent in the room is exactly the same as yours. If it's not your residence, who else's residence?" Murong Fu joked with a chuckle.

Shuang'er patted him lightly, and said with a blushing face, "Sanggong will make people happy, so there is no fragrance on him."

"Really? Then I'll smell it again." Murong Fu said and moved his hands again.

Shuang'er was taken aback, and quickly waved her hands, "Don't, my husband, I just came back, so I can't be lazy, and I have to help the third young lady with something."

Murong Fu naturally knew that this girl was homesick after being away for so long, so he didn't bother her anymore, "Okay, you go to your business first, remember to come back to accompany me at night."

Shuang'er hummed, but when she walked to the door, she turned her head around and stammered, "Master, if you...if you're bored, you can go for a walk, but...but..."

Before finishing speaking, Murong Fu interrupted with a smile, "Don't worry, as long as those people don't mess with me, I won't kill them all."

As soon as these words came out, Shuang'er immediately felt relieved and left briskly.

As soon as she left, Murong Fu's face darkened, and he said to the void, "Hmph, the things I entrusted to you are not easy to handle, and you still have the mood to play hide and seek with me, is your ass itchy again?"

After the voice fell, there were fluctuations in the void, and then a petite figure appeared, it was Tingfeng, she pouted, "My lord, isn't he working hard for you, why don't you have a nice word?" ah?"

(End of this chapter)