With more than ten years of hard work, he actually raised a rebel son, and gave Murong Cheng a blood and qi to go straight to the brain, isn't his own father who will teach a martial arts master without reservation? Will he generously give Qian Zhuang away as a big wedding gift? Murong Jin, this evil obstacle, speaks without conscience, and cares about the hard work he has spent over the years, those two sticks are really light, and they didn't hit Murong Jin to repent!

Feeling angry to the extreme, he raised his hand again, scolded and scolded: "Bastard thing, don't you dare to talk back when your wings are stiff?

Without waiting for the stick to fall, Murong Jin got up with a stiff neck, and smiled dejectedly: "Heh, what else can you do besides beating people?"

"Good boy, are you still with me?" Murong Cheng blushed, rolled up his sleeves, and made a gesture to greet Murong Jin.

Baili Fusu knew Murong Jin's temperament, and it was useless to recognize that it was useless for others to talk about it. Murong Cheng has been practicing martial arts all year round, and when his temper comes up, he can't listen to anyone's persuasion, the father and son have a bad virtue, and if he doesn't stop the two of them, he will be injured in the end, "It's not a shame to make trouble to this point." The head of the Murong family, Murong Jin has a family and a career, he also became a father a few days ago, you teach a lesson by force at every turn, is it appropriate, he doesn't want to lose face?"

After preaching the old ones, let's talk about the small ones. "Murong Jin, the head of the Murong family is your father, not your enemy, look at the way you speak, every sentence is thorny, what's the matter? If your father doesn't kill you, will you be angry with him? Childish ......"

Murong Cheng felt that Baili Fusu's words were pertinent, and he didn't continue to be reckless, but Murong Jin was unbalanced after receiving two sticks, "Yes, I'm naïve, I'm not sensible, so I won't grow up in my life, and I will always be under his control!" Murong Jin glared at Murong Cheng angrily, "I will never let my son experience what happened to me in the past, let alone become a tyrannical father like you!"

With that, he slammed the door and left.

"You ......" Murong Cheng was furious, his chest ached, and he lay on the desk and inhaled violently.

Baili Fusu wanted to catch up, but when he noticed that Murong Cheng's expression was wrong, he stopped and stayed, poured a cup of tea and patted him on the back, comforting him and drinking, "You dissipate your anger, Murong Jin is young and vigorous, he will figure it out in a few days." ”

Murong Cheng sat on the rattan chair with his hands propped up, his eyes were getting old and dull, he politely refused the tea handed over by Baili Fusu, and lamented: "I want to give him time, wait for him to grow up, but my time is running out." ”

"Family master, you ......" Baili Fusu's heart flickered. One moment ago, when Murong Jin was there, Murong Cheng was still full of energy, and the next moment Murong Jin left, Murong Cheng was weak and languishing, could it be that Murong Cheng deliberately made a show for Murong Jin?

"As you can see, I'm pretending. Murong Cheng confessed to him, "A few years ago, I led my troops to the expedition, passing through the mountain cemetery, and was poisoned by a careful design, and later asked a doctor to treat it, but unfortunately the poison has invaded the internal organs, it's too late, at most, I rely on medicine to hang my life, the older I get, the more afraid I am of death, afraid that one day I will not be there, Murong Jin will not be able to protect the comprehensive ...... of Murong Mansion."

In the depths of his love, it was difficult to control himself, Murong Cheng wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his voice gradually choked, "In fact, every time I hit him, it hurts in my heart, I desperately hope that he will become a talent sooner, be able to take charge of himself, and be able to take on heavy responsibilities." ”

"These, why don't you tell Murong Jin, maybe he will understand your good intentions. Baili Fusu suddenly understood, Murong Cheng is deep love and responsibility, he cares about Murong Jin, because of the way the father and son get along, he can't express it.

Murong Cheng looked at the door sluggishly, took a deep breath, and his eyes reddened, "Say it, Murong Jin will worry about me, the entire Murong Mansion will be uneasy, and I can bear the pain alone." He looked back and solemnly asked Baili Fusu, "If one day I unfortunately die, I hope you will take care of Murong Jin for a good part or two today, okay?" After speaking, he knelt down.

Baili Fusu dragged his elbows, "Murong family master, you are serious, even if you don't say it, according to my relationship with Murong Jin, I will help him, don't worry." ”

"That's enough for you. Murong Cheng nodded with satisfaction.

Baili Fusu said, "Then you pay attention to rest, and I will persuade Murong Jin to retire." ”

Before Murong Cheng went out, he didn't forget to advise, "By the way, Fusu, I am poisoned, please hide it." ”

"Hmm. ”

On the other side, Rong House.

When Rong Sheng came back, she remembered that the letter to the priest had not yet been written, and just as she wanted to continue writing, she found that the position of the paper and the pen was wrong, and she had a habit of carrying one-third of the pen on the edge of the inkstone, and pressing the rest of the pen end on the rice paper. The two places have all changed, and she reacted immediately, "Someone took advantage of us to go to the money village and came in." ”

"Miss, you are now the head of the Rong Mansion, who dares to play tricks on your territory? Are you too worried?" Chang Feng pointed to the side hall, "Besides, isn't there another person in there?" She is dumb and deaf, she won't be able to hear someone when she comes in? You ask her. ”