The summer of the 10th year of Xining in the Northern Song Dynasty came earlier than usual, and the weather in May was already dreary and disturbing. After noon, the originally verdant and lovely grass and trees outside the swallow dock looked listless because of the scorching sun. However, under the scorching sun that everyone avoided, there was still a young man who stood with a sword and practiced hard.

The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and at this moment, he was repeatedly stabbing the long sword in his hand towards a jade ring hanging in front of him. The jade ring is about the size of a baby's palm, and the hollow part can only allow two fingers to penetrate, but the sword blade stabbed by the young man does not touch the jade ring in the slightest, and what is even more commendable is that from the first sword he stabbed out to the hundredth sword and two hundred swords, no matter the strength and speed are not half a point different.

"Ahem...... The swordsmanship of the reinstated official has greatly improved. In a bedroom not far from the boy, a slightly sickly woman leaned on the couch and sighed softly. Listening to her words, she seemed to be relieved, but there was no joy on her face, but she looked full of sorrow that could not be resolved.

Accompanying the woman was a middle-aged servant woman of forty or fifty years old, who had never worn silk or brocade but was neatly dressed, and wore two silver hairpins on her head, looking very decent. Hearing what the hostess said, she immediately praised with a smile on her face: "The prince is talented and so diligent, he will become a great weapon one day!" ”

When the woman heard this, she only smiled bitterly and muttered in a low voice: "The Murong family now has only this bloodline left, and the burden of this great cause falls on his shoulders...... It's just a pity that I can't see that day......"

When the servant woman heard such ominous words from her hostess, she hurriedly smiled and persuaded, "Why did Madame say this? It's just a small illness, and it's good to be cool in autumn. In the future, the prince will get ahead, and the days when the lady will enjoy it are still ahead! ”

However, the mistress of the Murong family had obviously lost interest in this topic, and asked instead, "Mother Gui, the little girl I asked you to find the day before yesterday......

When Mother Gui heard the hostess mention what she wanted her to do the day before yesterday, she immediately moved with joy, bowed down and replied: "Mrs. Hui, I have already found it, do you want to see it?" "Mother Gui has served in the Murong family for many years and knows the details of the Murong family. This Gusu Murong family has a lot of wealth but a thin person, Mrs. Murong has been widowed for many years, and there is only one son under her knees, who is fourteen years old, and has a single name with the word "Fu". This time, Mrs. Murong chose the girl precisely to serve her only son, if she can get her blue eyes, she will enjoy endless glory and wealth.

Mrs. Murong shook her head and said, "Since you are waiting for the reinstatement, let the reinstatement choose by yourself." ”

Mother Gui has served the hostess of the Murong family for many years, and knows that she has a strong temperament, no matter how big or small, she is arbitrary, and she keeps her posthumous child like a puppet. Now that she heard that this time the hostess wanted her son to make his own decisions, her heart was slightly shocked. The only remaining bloodline of the Murong family is at ease with his mother's strict arrangements for schoolwork and life; Murong Fu, who was unsmiling and almost had no feelings for being born, was clearly just a puppet, but for some reason, every time he touched his cold eyes, it always made people tremble, as if there was nothing to hide in front of him.

An hour later, Murong Fu finished his martial arts homework for a day, changed his clothes and went to Mrs. Murong's bedroom to visit his mother. I saw him wearing a Miao-colored dark pattern robe standing at the gate with the light on his back, his body was long, his nose was deep, his skin was whiter than snow, and the afternoon sun reflected a bright halo on his side, which was really picturesque, and the jade was unique.

The moment her son stepped into the room, Mrs. Murong subconsciously turned her head to look at the lotus drain outside the house, and the lotus petals standing above the water waves were slowly unfolding the third petal, just like every time in the past two months. Even what he said did not change, he said, "My son has seen his mother, is she better today?" ”

Murong Fu's words fell, and Mother Gui brought the decoction accurately.

"There's Lao Gui's mother." Murong Fu skillfully took the medicine bowl, took a sip, brought it to Mrs. Murong, and said softly, "Mother, you can use medicine." ”

This sentence, which had also been said for two months, suddenly taught Mrs. Murong to be full of disgust, she did not take the medicine bowl as before, but pushed the medicine bowl full of medicinal juice hard.

Murong Fu's arm trembled slightly from this push, and then quickly stabilized, and the full amount of medicinal juice shook twice in the bowl, only one or two drops were splashed on his jade-like fingers. He lowered his eyes silently and twisted his brow slightly. Murong Fufu is a descendant of the Xianbei tribe, and he is more cold than the soft appearance of the people in the Central Plains. Mother Gui, who was standing on the side, had long since dared not speak, but Mrs. Murong, who was Murong Fu's own mother, saw her son's look like her husband and her heart jumped. Murong Fu didn't know that his mother was often jealous of some of his actions and expressions that he inadvertently revealed, the quiet reserve and arrogance, the kind of condescending and indifferent looker, all made people feel unapproachable. After a while, Murong Fu put the medicine bowl in his hand aside, and said casually: "Mother's illness has not improved for a long time, presumably it must be a quack doctor who misled people, it is better to ask Brother Deng to find another good doctor tomorrow to diagnose my mother's pulse." ”

It was as if the episode that had been pressed the pause button started playing again, and this unplanned sentence obviously made Mrs. Murong's mood relax a little, and she shook her head and said, "No need, I use this medicine very well." After a pause, he seemed to be dissatisfied with the point. Thou shalt put thy studies first, and thou shalt not fail the expectations of thy fathers and fathers. ”

When Mrs. Murong said this, Murong Fu immediately stood up and bowed his head and claimed that it was.

is clearly a dear mother and son, but they get along with each other so politely, and the atmosphere in the house can't help but freeze again. Until Gui's mother stepped forward to break the silence: "Madam, those girls ......"

Mrs. Murong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, gave Mother Gui an approving look, and pretended to be calm and said, "Bring it on." ”

Murong Fu immediately said: "My son doesn't bother ......"

Before he finished speaking, Mrs. Murong interrupted him. "Stay and see."

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows in surprise, Mrs. Murong had never liked him to be distracted by anyone or anything outside of schoolwork. was clueless, and Gui's mother had already stepped forward to solve his doubts. "Son-in-law, Mrs. means that this girl was bought to serve Son-in-law, and it is good to have Son-in-law's heart." According to the rules of the Song Dynasty, the master's family took the slave's deed of sale to manipulate the life and death of the servant, and whether this girl was bought as a maid or a concubine was only in the master's thoughts.

Murong Fu obviously understood the meaning of Gui's mother's words, and only bowed down and said, "Thank you mother for bothering about her son." He originally wanted to make some embarrassment or gratitude in line with his age, but the skill points were not added to his acting skills, and his voice was still calm and flat, with a dustless appearance under his eyes, and he couldn't see the half-distracted mood change.

After a while, there were three little girls about five or six years old standing in the room. Mrs. Murong asked them separately what their names were, how old they were, and what they would be. Among the three, the girl in a pink short shirt was the most pretty, and she took the lead in answering with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "Mrs. Hui, the maid's name is Huan'er, she is six years old this year, and she plans to grind and sing." ”

Mrs. Murong smiled and nodded, and her gaze turned to the girl in the pansy short robe. The girl's eyebrows were bright but her expression was blank, as if she was being beaten up, she stepped forward and replied in a low voice: "My name is Azhu, and I am five years old this year." Before he could finish speaking, he hurriedly retreated.

Seeing her so cold and rude, Mrs. Murong was already dissatisfied, and she didn't want the third girl in the short brown shirt to be even more unbearable, her expression was afraid and her speech was slurred, and she cried in fright before she said her name.

Mrs. Murong's expression was cold, and she was about to scold, but Murong Fu suddenly said loudly: "Mother, just her and Azhu stay." Mrs. Murong was surprised, and Murong Fu had already turned her head to Mother Gui and said, "Mother Gui is an old man next to her mother, and she is half a close relative after so many years of ups and downs. Sister Huan'er is her mother's niece, even if the Murong family is unbearable, she can protect her as a lady of the main house, how can she this cheap servant who serves tea and water? ”

Mother Gui was immediately shocked by Murong Fu's statement that the relationship between Huan'er and herself was broken, and she hurriedly knelt down to defend herself: "Madam, my brother's family has suffered a disaster, and he really can't afford to raise this child, so he didn't mean to deceive Madame, and asked Madame to learn from it!" ”

Mrs. Murong quietly glanced at the clothes on Huan'er's body, and sighed: "I have been in a master-servant relationship with Mother Gui for so many years, why didn't my mother say it earlier?" Hurry up and go to the account to withdraw five times the money, how can you teach your brother to separate flesh and blood for my son? ”

Gui's mother felt a pain in her heart, she had known its luxury in the Murong family for many years, and it could really be said that the silk and satin were inexhaustible, and the jade food was inexhaustible. Mother Gui opened her eyes by Mrs. Murong's side, and the poor life in her hometown was no longer bearable. Now seeing that Mrs. Murong has been ill for a long time, she is afraid that her life will not be long, and she has failed to get the essentials of currying favor with the little master Murong Fu several times. Inevitably, Mrs. Murong was sent home after her death, so she had no choice but to go to Murong Fu's inner side to make up her mind. She voted for Mrs. Murong's favor, and it had already taken no less than five times to taught/teach her niece, but at this time, she could only kowtow and thank her, and she didn't dare to cause more trouble.

After Huan'er retreated, Mrs. Murong glanced at the third girl who was still sobbing, and said casually: "Her name is Ah Zhu, and your name is Ah Bi." He also instructed Gui's mother, "Take them down to teach the rules, I'm tired." ”

Gui's mother hurriedly said yes, and Murong Fu also said when she heard this: "My son is retiring." With that, he turned and walked out.

Murong Fu walked so neatly and neatly, Mrs. Murong couldn't help but be stunned again, and her eyes were slightly red.

Gui's mother had just suffered a secret loss, and she didn't bother to ask about the estrangement between their mother and son, so she dragged the two little girls and hurriedly walked out.

Ah Bi is the daughter of a village husband, and her younger brother is seriously ill and has no money for treatment, so her father sold her. She had never seen such a magnificent family when she was so old, and she was so frightened that she couldn't answer, and she didn't want the little master to buy her without disliking her stupidity. Thinking that her younger brother could have money to buy medicine, she was already full of gratitude, and secretly felt that the little master was a good person. When she got out, she secretly went to look at the little master standing under a willow tree, and she was stunned at this glance.

I saw Murong Fu looking up at the sky with his hands in his hands, just standing so quietly, he had already stood out of the dust and high ease like a fairyland. The bright and light sunlight fell on his cheeks, making it even more difficult to describe the plain white handsomeness of the ground. He silently looked at the Shuang/Feiyan hovering above his head for a while, and suddenly whispered: "Yan Yan has no heart, on the west side of Taihu Lake, go with the clouds." The peaks are clear, and the evening rain is discussed. The voice was low and magnetic, like a bell ringing. After a while, Murong Fu suddenly smiled to himself, and secretly said in his heart: Even Wang Yuyan has appeared, what is it to have Azhu and Abi?

Murong Fu is not Murong Fu, he comes from modern society, and an accident caused him to travel through thousands of years to the Northern Song Dynasty Shenzong period. The family is in Gusu Yanziwu, his father's name is Murong Bo, and his name is Murong Fu, he told himself that this was a coincidence; He was originally a descendant of the Xianbei royal family, and the Murong family had been determined to restore the country for generations. Until my cousin was born four years ago and named Wang Yuyan, everything was lost.

From the establishment of Qianyan in 334 A.D. to the destruction of Southern Yan in 409 A.D., in just 75 years, the Xianbei Murong clan established four Yan dynasties, but in the end, they could not escape the fate of death and national annihilation. Until the year he was born, the first year of the Northern Song Dynasty, 1064 AD, more than 600 years of glory of the Murong clan had passed. For example, the Taiping people are stable today, and the Great Yan Kingdom of the Murong clan, as a secessionist regime established by the Xianbei alien race during the period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, no one even misses it after its fall. Murong Fu really didn't understand why even in such a bleak situation, his physical parents and retainers still remembered this illusory emperor's dream, and for this reason, he could even extinguish his family affection and humanity, and fanatically seemed to have joined a pyramid scheme. For the struggle of the Murong family over the ages, he didn't know whether he should say "admiration" or "sick"!

However, no matter what Murong Fu thought in his heart, he never had the slightest autonomy over his current fate. Mrs. Murong should be the good wife that all men in the world dream of, and after her husband "passed away", she can still uphold his last wish, raise her widow with her heart, and hope that one day her son can complete Lao Tzu's unfinished business. Perhaps it is precisely because she loves her husband too deeply, and on the other hand, there is much less maternal love that can be shared with her son. Over the years, Mrs. Murong has been strict with Murong Fu, so that the two of them have nothing to say except for martial arts and the plan to restore the country. But no matter how complicated Murong Fu had about this physical biological mother, he already knew after reading the original book that his mother would probably not survive this year.