Murong Fu Dongfangqing

When Murong Fu came to the big tent, there were four people standing in the tent, Yuan Chengzhi, Emperor Hu De, Taoist Mu Sang, and Lu Feiqing. Unexpectedly, Wen Qingqing was not there.

As soon as Yuan Chengzhi saw him, he immediately stepped forward to greet him, "Mr. Murong is here."

Murong Fu glanced at the other three people, frowned and said, "Brother Yuan, you don't have to be polite, I heard that your battalion is about to move out?"

Yuan Chengzhi was taken aback, and said calmly, "Mr. Murong is quick to speak, and Yuan will get straight to the point. Yes, Yuan decided to take Mr. Lu's advice, and personally lead the main force of the Golden Snake Battalion to go north to meet Wu Sangui. The army will set off immediately. Yuan wants to invite the young master to go with him. To be a staff officer, I don't know what the young master wants?"

Murong Fu was quite surprised after hearing this, it seems like we haven't gotten to know each other well yet, right?

At this time, Taoist Mu Sang suddenly said, "If you have any conditions, my friend, you may wish to speak up."

"No, no, the Taoist priest misunderstood." Murong Fu smiled and shook his head, and said without blushing, "I am not someone who takes advantage of the fire, but I am not good at marching and fighting, and I am an outsider, so it is not easy to talk about it." of."

"Little friend is too modest. With his intelligence, it will be easy to deal with Wu Sangui. As for outsiders and insiders, you don't have to worry about it. We have never regarded you as an outsider. Besides, the whole world is anti-Qing and anti-Wu. , there is no distinction between inside and outside." Taoist Mu Sang nodded and smiled.

The old man's ability to open his eyes and tell nonsense is no less than that of Murong Fu. Murong Fu glanced at him with a half-smile, and murmured, "Since the Taoist priest

Having said this, if I refuse again, I will be suspected of exaggerating, so let me go along with you. "

He agreed so easily, but Taoist Mu Sang felt uneasy, hesitated for a while, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Murong Fu's wrist, "Little friend, please take a step to speak."

With a flick of his wrist, Murong Fu flicked the withered palm away, and then said with a smile, "You can take a few steps, but don't drag."

After speaking, his figure flashed and he entered the side hall.

Taoist Mu Sang was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head dumbfounded after a while, and followed.

The rest of the people stood on the ground and looked at each other, even Yuan Chengzhi was confused, so he had to say, "Let's wait first, since Mr. Murong agreed, I don't think he will go back on his word."

In the side hall, Murong Fu casually pulled a chair and sat down. Taoist Mu Sang walked up to him and said with a complicated expression, "Little friend Murong, the old Taoist knows a little about your temper. If you have any conditions, just say it." Bar."

"Understood a fart, you just say that I have no profit and can't afford it..." Murong Fu slandered, but said, "The Taoist priest really misunderstood, it is his job to deal with Wu Sangui, since the Golden Snake Camp If it is useful to my subordinates, I will never refuse."

Taoist Mu Sang's expression sank after hearing this, but he soon returned to normal, and said with a wry smile, "If you don't speak dark words in front of Ming people, please don't go around with the old Taoist, Mr. Murong. We all know that you won't do things that are not good. Yes, you might as well open the skylight and tell the truth, what exactly do you want?"

After a pause, he added, "As long as we can win this battle and not harm the interests of the Golden Snake Camp, no matter what you want, the old Taoist can make the decision and agree to you."

"Oh?" Murong Fu couldn't help being moved when he heard this, "What if I want someone from you? You can also make the decision?"

Taoist Mu Sang was stunned, and immediately thought of something, with a smirk on his face that didn't match his demeanor, "Which woman in the camp did you see again?"

Murong Fu really didn't expect this old man to have such a side, so he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then gave him a blank look, "Master Daoist, you are a master of Taoism anyway, please pay attention to your identity."

Taoist Mu Sang didn't take it seriously, and imitated him, pulled a chair and sat down, and said casually, "What is your identity? What is the purpose of cultivating the Tao? Isn’t it just to transcend the world of mortals and be at ease, the old Taoist is quite at ease now.”

Murong Fu opened his mouth in astonishment, was speechless for a long time, and finally forced out a sentence, "I can't tell, Taoist priest is still a man of temperament."

"Okay, don't talk about me, let's talk about you, who are you looking for?" Taoist Mu Sang changed his previous temperament and asked with a smile.

Suddenly meeting such an old and unrefined person, Murong Fu was really not used to it, but his heart was ready to move, and he really wanted to ask, if I want Wen Qingqing, would you dare to agree?

Taoist Mu Sang is also very good at observing words and emotions

, Seeing Murong Fu hesitate to speak, he immediately guessed something, "Little friend won't fall in love with Qingqing, will he?"

"Damn it..." Murong Fu was taken aback, is this person a genius?

Taoist Mu Sang stroked his long beard under his chin, and said with a smile, "Don't be surprised, my little friend. Even if you find it hard to tell with your face, this person must be a married woman. If you can get into the eyes of your little friend in the Golden Snake Camp, you can't be surprised." She is a married woman, there are not many such women."

Murong Fu's face darkened, "Old man, if you can't speak, you don't have to."

Taoist Mu Sang was really afraid of offending him, so he smiled awkwardly, "It's the old Taoist who made a slip of the tongue, how is it, the old Taoist guessed right?"

Murong Fu sat there expressionless, neither admitting nor denying it.

"It seems that the old Taoist guessed it right," Taoist Mu Sang sighed in disappointment, and said to himself, "Others are fine, but Qingqing..."

While speaking, his eyes turned to Murong Fu from time to time, but seeing that he was indifferent, he had to continue, "The old man can only help out a little bit, and can't completely make decisions for her."

"Then say a few more..." Murong Fu rolled his eyes, but then again, this old man was willing to help him chase after a woman, and the one he was chasing was his apprentice's wife in name, and there was something indescribable in his heart sense of absurdity.

Glancing at the old man strangely, he couldn't help asking, "I see that the Taoist priest didn't drink any alcohol today, why..."

"Haha, why are you so confused?" Taoist Mu Sang smiled and said what he didn't say, and then said, "The old man is not blind, so he can see that this girl

Tou and Chengzhi are not happy together, the so-called twisted melon is not sweet, old way..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped talking, his eyes flickered for a moment, and he sighed quietly, "The old man just wants these two children to find their own happiness."

Murong Fu couldn't understand what he heard, "What does the Daoist mean, are they forced to get married?"

"That's not true." Taoist Mu Sang shook his head secretively, and changed the topic, "Anyway, the old Taoist can help you."

Murong Fu looked at the old man in front of him, really wanted to slap him, but he held back and asked, "How can I help?"

"This..." Taoist Mu Sang pondered, "The old Taoist can help you make a case out of it and ask Cheng Zhi to write a divorce letter. Of course, you can't dislike Qingqing because of it."

Murong Fu's eyes flickered. If the old man could really get Yuan Chengzhi to take the initiative to write a divorce letter, it would be a big favor for him. Anyway, he took advantage of it for nothing, so don't want it for nothing, but the old man seems to know that Wen Qingqing and Yuan Chengzhi are married. Insider, you might as well stir him up.

Thinking of this, he immediately got up and left.

"Wait," Taoist Mu Sang was taken aback, and hurriedly called out, "What do you mean, little friend?"

Murong Fu kept walking, and said, "If the Taoist priest refuses to explain the reason, it's hard for the younger generation to believe that he would do such a thing as the Taoist priest. If the bamboo basket fetches water in the end, how can I explain it?" ?”

"This..." Taoist Mu Sang hesitated, seeing that Murong Fu was about to leave the side hall, he couldn't help being anxious, "Wait, just listen to what the old Taoist said."

(End of this chapter)