Ah Zhu and Ah Bi were thirsty and sleepy, and it was not until the next morning that they found out that their son-in-law had kneeling in the courtyard all night. Seeing the two girls shrink to his side like frightened birds, Murong Fu was amused even though his knees were tingling, and he stroked their braids and soothed: "Gongzi Ye did something wrong and deserves to be punished." This has nothing to do with you, go and freshen up. ”

Gusu's girl has always been clever, but Abi couldn't speak when she saw Murong Fu, she only pulled Murong Fu's sleeve with tears in her eyes and refused to leave. Although Ah Zhu is only a month older than Ah Bi, he is much calmer, knowing that even if he cries and wipes his tears, it will be useless, so he suggested: "Son, go and compensate Mrs." ”

"Let's change our clothes first," Abi choked up and added, "The dew is heavy at night, and the child's clothes are wet......"

Hearing this, Ah Zhu glanced at her dissatisfiedly, as if he was laughing at her innocence. "Madame doesn't let me go, it's useless to say anything!"

"That, that......" Abi has no master, and after a long time, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I'll go and ask Madame!" With that, he got up to see Mrs. Murong. God is pitiful, as soon as she entered Murong's house, she was ordered to be beaten by Mrs. Murong, and seeing Mrs. Murong on weekdays is like a mouse seeing a cat.

Ah Zhu was also very righteous, and immediately responded: "I'll go with you!" ”

How could Murong Fu let the two girls touch this moldy head, he immediately stretched out his hand to hold them, and advised: "The master's affairs, don't ask the maid, just do your duty." ”

Abi is stubborn and not easy to convince. "Madame bought Abi to serve her son, and it is Abi's duty to take care of her son!"

"Well said, your son-in-law didn't hurt you in vain!" Abi's voice fell, and a different voice came from the courtyard. I saw that he was walking towards them unhurriedly, and when he walked in front of Murong Fu, he closed the folding fan in his hand and bowed pretentiously. "I've seen my son!"

Murong Fu was still kneeling on the ground at this time, he was not embarrassed, and nodded slightly: "Third Brother Bao doesn't need to be polite." ”

Behind Bao Wei, Deng Baichuan hugged a little girl wearing a goose yellow skirt but her hair was scattered, and her pink makeup was also over, frowning and said, "Son, there is no overnight feud between mother and son. ”

The little girl in his arms struggled when she saw Murong Fu, and patted Deng Baichuan's arm cracklingly: "Put me down, let me go!" I want my cousin, cousin! This four-year-old girl is Wang Yuyan.

Deng Baichuan naturally knew that Wang Yuyan was very clingy to Murong Fu, so he had to put her down. As soon as Wang Yuyan got out of trouble, she threw herself into Murong Fu's arms, and shouted: "Cousin, my mother won't let me come to see you, even Uncle Deng bullied me!" ”

Deng Baichuan only smiled helplessly when he heard this, but he was busy shouting wronged. "Miss Biao, if it weren't for your Uncle Deng, your ship would have sunk long ago, and it would have become a chicken in the soup by then......"

Before Bao finished speaking, Murong Fu's face sank, and he asked sharply, "What's the matter?" Bao Wei raised his eyebrows proudly, and was about to speak, but Murong Fu had stopped him, "Third Brother Bao, you don't have to say much. He lifted Wang Yuyan up from his arms, looked at her eyes, and said seriously, "Yuyan, you say." ”

Murong Fu was so solemn that Wang Yuyan was immediately suffocated. After a while, he flattened his mouth aggrievedly, and said in a low voice: "My mother doesn't allow me to come to see my cousin, Yu Yan is so bored at home alone, so I asked the girl to find someone to send me here...... Cousin, Yu Yan didn't mean to be disobedient......"

Murong Fu gasped when he heard this, the Wang family still has a nineteen waterways from Yanziwu, and he has to sail back and forth on weekdays. The girl next to Wang Yuyan is only eight years old, what helper can she find? Thinking that Wang Yuyan almost fell into the water, his hands and feet couldn't stop being cold, and after a long time, Fang burst out with a sentence: "Your courage is too big!" ”

Others were afraid of Murong Fu's ability to be cold, but Wang Yuyan was not afraid, and only arched into Murong Fu's arms like a squirrel with red eyes. "Cousin, Yu Yan won't dare to ...... in the future"

Murong Fu pushed her with a calm face, but she hugged Murong Fu's neck and didn't let go, and begged softly: "Yu Yan will be obedient in the future, cousin, don't be angry......"

Murong Fu lost his temper by her, and only sighed helplessly: "It seems that it's time to find time to teach you how to make water." He touched the top of her hair again, "Why don't you comb your hair?" ”

Murong Fu asked this, and Wang Yuyan immediately came to her senses, and complained to him angrily. "Mother's good or bad! I'm going to lock Yu Yan up early in the morning......"

“…… So you ran away with the girl without even combing your hair. Murong replied.

Wang Yuyan nodded vigorously and said eloquently: "As the so-called small is a big go, Yu Yan is also a filial mother." As he spoke, he took out a comb from his bosom and stuffed it into Murong Fu's hand.

Murong Fu couldn't help but be speechless for a while when he heard this, he clearly remembered that in the original book, Wang Yuyan, the fairy sister, was dignified and well-behaved and ignorant of the world, she was the goddess of men's dreams, why was she so eccentric now? He had a lot of thoughts, but he had already started to comb Wang Yuyan's hair spontaneously in his hands, and after a while, he pulled up his double-horned bun, and his gestures looked extremely skillful.

Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan are so intimate, Deng Baichuan and Bao are different and happy to see it, Li Qingluo's Langhuan blessed land has a lot of books, if Wang Yuyan marries Murong Fu, Langhuan blessed land will enter the name of Murong family, and there will be another guarantee for the world. The two girls, Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, are simple-minded and don't understand their plans, they just look at them hot. But in Murong Fu's heart, these girls are no different, and when they saw Azhu Abi, they were slightly gloomy and said, "The son will also help you comb it another day!" ”

Only then did Wang Yuyan notice Azhu Abi, she was generous and immediately smiled: "You are the two sisters Azhu and Abi?" My cousin is much more careful in combing his hair than in the grass. ”

Ah Zhu and Ah Bi knew the difference between respect and inferiority, and they didn't even dare to say it. Murong Fu is familiar with the original work, and when he saw that the two half-sisters were one of the masters and the other as servants, and the subsequent life experiences were even more different, he couldn't help but secretly say to himself: Scumbags like Duan Zhengchun are really harmful!

Murong Fu was in a trance, and Wang Yuyan suddenly asked, "Cousin, why are you kneeling here?" "Murong Fu hasn't answered yet, she has already thrown out a series of questions." What did my cousin promise me about? Is it in the study? I'll get it! After speaking, he broke away from Murong Fu and rushed towards the study.

"Yu Yan!" Murong Fu couldn't hold her, and only sighed softly behind her. In addition to Murong Fu's homework in the study now, Mrs. Murong unloaded eight pieces of notepaper, and sure enough, after a while, Wang Yuyan's cry came out of the study. Murong Fu said helplessly, "I'm tired of Bao Sange to bring Yu Yan out." ”

Bao Wei glanced at Murong Fu playfully, answered with a long "yes", and hugged Wang Yuyan out again.

Wang Yuyan was holding those fragments of notepaper in her hands, and her face was red from crying. Seeing Murong Fu looking at her worriedly, she shouted aggrievedly, "Cousin...... My Chick...... Cousin......"

Murong Fu slowly wiped away the tears on her cheeks and patiently coaxed her: "It's my cousin, isn't it, can my cousin draw you another one?" ”

Wang Yuyan lowered her head in tears and fiddled with the pieces of paper for a while, and when she was sure that she couldn't spell it well, she sobbed and asked, "Now?" ”

Murong was stunned for a moment, and then said categorically: "Draw now!" Then he turned his head and instructed Azhu, "Azhu, go and get the pen, ink, paper." ”

Although Ah Zhu didn't know what was happening, he instinctively realized that Murong Fu's punishment had nothing to do with this note. At this time, hearing Murong Fu's order, she couldn't help but shout hesitantly: "Childe......"

Before Ah Zhu's words were finished, there was an angry shout from Mrs. Murong in the courtyard: "Enough! Everyone followed the prestige, only to see Mrs. Murong striding towards them with a blue face holding Gui's mother's hand.

Deng Baichuan and the others hurriedly bowed to Mrs. Murong and saluted, but Mrs. Murong turned a blind eye, and only pointed at Murong Fu and ordered Deng Baichuan: "Deng Baichuan, go get a rod and flog him!" ”

Deng Baichuan and Bao Wei knelt down at the same time when they heard this, and said in unison: "The master mother is angry!" ”

Wang Yuyan also shouted: "Auntie, why are you beating your cousin? ”

Mrs. Murong couldn't see Wang Yuyan the most, so she only pinched Gui's mother's wrist and shouted: "Don't go yet!" ”

Mrs. Murong was so furious, Deng Baichuan was immediately startled. I saw that he hesitated for a long time, and finally couldn't help but look at Murong Fu, and shouted tentatively: "Son? ”

Murong Fu hugged Wang Yuyan in his arms tightly, lowered his head, didn't look at him, didn't look at anyone, as if what happened in front of him had nothing to do with him at all.

"Alas!" Deng Baichuan knew Murong Fu's temperament, sighed helplessly, and got up to get the cane.

When Ah Zhu and Ah Bi saw Deng Baichuan taking the order, they were immediately frightened, and hurriedly knelt in front of Mrs. Murong and pulled the corner of her clothes to plead: "Madame is angry, spare the son!" ”

Madam Murong didn't pay attention to them and didn't speak, she just looked at Murong Fu deeply and coldly. At this moment, the obsession and cruelty expressed by Madame Murong were so similar to Murong Fu's indifferent resistance that no one could ignore the bloodline inheritance between their mother and son.

Deng Baichuan quickly took the wooden staff and turned it back, but he didn't move, he still knelt on the ground and begged: "The master mother is angry!" ”

Before Mrs. Murong could answer, Wang Yuyan, who was in Murong Fu's arms, suddenly murmured in a vague voice: "Cousin...... I'm sleepy......" and gradually fell asleep. Murong Fu grabbed Wang Yuyan and said to Bao Wei: "Third Brother Bao, I bother you to take a few girls away." ”

Bao Wei took over Wang Yuyan, who was made to sleep by Murong Fu by kneading the acupuncture points, looked at him with complicated eyes, and said softly: "Son, Master ......" Why can you be so thoughtful to your cousin and the two girls, but you are unwilling to say a soft word to your mother?

Murong Fu's expression was as quiet as deep water, cold and cold, and it was unfathomable.

Bao Wei also sighed helplessly, and turned around to lead Ah Zhu and Ah Bi. The two girls were crying endlessly, struggling and shouting: "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!" Ask the lady to be gracious and spare the son! Madame gracious! ”

Murong Fu seemed to be unable to bear this noisy cry, and suddenly glanced sideways at the two girls. That glance seemed to be an understatement, but the cold edge that poured from his eyes was so cruel and harsh, instantly shocking the two young girls speechless, so that the two of them couldn't help covering their mouths, only staring at Murong Fu with wide eyes and forgetting to react.

When Mrs. Murong saw this situation, she immediately knew that this tone in her son's heart was against Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, and it was clearly against her as a mother! He never thought he was wrong! Thinking of this, Mrs. Murong couldn't bear it anymore, snatched the wooden staff that was firmly in Deng Baichuan's hand, strode forward, and swung it down at her son's vest. The heavy wooden staff let out a sharp whistle in mid-air, slamming into Murong Fu's shoulder.

A terrifying crisp sound signaled to everyone present the incomparable power that the wooden staff could exert, so much so that Murong Fu's always strong and upright body trembled slightly under its obscene power. He slowly clenched his left fist and exhaled slowly, loosening his brow from the pain, calmly waiting for its next round. That's what he can't escape, he can't refuse—fate.

Before Murong Fu was ready, the second heavy blow came suddenly, it was the cruelty and ruthlessness of hitting the broken jade of Jinshan, and the fall of each rod must be done with all his might. The plain silk coat was overwhelmed, and it first let out a wailing and broke inch by inch, and the scars were deeply embedded in Murong Fu's back like a knife and axe, and the pale and tight texture appeared in front of the person at the same time with the blood like red vermilion, which was so deep and poignant.

The other two of the four ministers, Gong Ye Qian and Feng Bo Evil, together with Sister-in-law Deng, had rushed to the courtyard, and the two girls, Ah Zhu and Ah Bi, hugged each other helplessly, suppressing their sobs. I don't know when there was no sound in the whole courtyard, and everyone fell to their knees in silence, listening to the unbridled roar of the torture instrument in disbelief, helplessness or sadness.

Murong Fu, who was under severe criticism, never said a word, his eyes were tightly closed, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept sliding into his temples, but he almost stubbornly maintained his kneeling figure, and his impeccable demeanor revealed not only the consistent upbringing, but also the innate self-esteem and pride.

The wooden staff in Mrs. Murong's hand was out of power before the sick and weak Mrs. Murong, and after the majesty of more than 20 canes, it was suddenly broken into two. Mrs. Murong stroked her heart and breathed a sigh of relief, threw away the half-cut wooden staff in her hand, and asked coldly, "Do you know what is wrong?" ”

Everyone's hearts were lifted by this simple question, but Murong Fu didn't say anything.

"Where do you put the inheritance of your ancestors?" Mrs. Murong asked again, this time, there was already a bit of sadness in her harsh voice.

Murong Fu was finally moved, he opened his eyes and looked at his mother, there was stoic and ruthless in his calm eyes, but it was more of a strange self-deprecation and powerlessness that made it almost impossible to distinguish the meaning. "Mother, it's been ten years since Xining."

Mrs. Murong was stunned, fourteen years later, she finally touched her son's true heart. She felt dizzy for a while, her consciousness was instantly withdrawn, and her body fell limply.

"Madame!"

"Mistress!"

The panicked cries of the crowd had just sounded, and Murong Fu had already jumped up and steadily took Mrs. Murong into his arms. He picked up Mrs. Murong horizontally, strode towards her bedroom, and ordered, "Brother Deng, go and ask for a doctor!" "Where he stood, the blood that kept dripping was spilled all over the ground—his blood.