Swallow Dock.

Wu Yazi has been waiting in the room for a long time.

The mainstream idea of this era is that men are determined to be in all directions, and no one can avoid vulgarity, so those who have achieved a little will inevitably owe something to their families.

If you don't have a cliff, you owe more.

But even a person like Wu Yazi, who focuses on the major affairs of the sect, is also a little nervous in the face of this reunion of father and daughter after thirty years.

deliberately asked Su Xinghe to help change his clothes and thin his hair.

When Mrs. Wang walked in, Wu Yazi opened her mouth, but she couldn't spit out a word.

Madame Wang also had a complicated expression, standing motionless at the door.

It wasn't until Murong Fu closed the door outside that the two of them came back to their senses a little.

"Like ...... It's too similar......" murmured Wuyazi, "Arlo...... You've grown up...... It's the same as your mother. ”

When Mrs. Wang heard this murmur, the happy memories of her childhood, the caution of living alone in the Wang family, the loneliness of not having a family when she was wronged, all the emotions surged in her heart.

There was silence for a while, only two lines of tears flowed silently.

Even if Wu Yazi didn't grow up with Mrs. Wang, he could guess how many hardships and hardships a child would have in life if he was alone without the protection of his parents.

"Ah Luo, I'm sorry for you for my father, and I'm sorry for your mother......"

Wuyazi's eye sockets were also red.

When Mrs. Wang heard this sorry, she was shocked, slowly came to the bedside, and finally sat on the ground, burying her tear-stained face in front of Wuyazi's crossed knees, and the dull choking sound could not be suppressed.

If it is not forced by life, who wants to pretend to be strong.

“…… Daddy......"

At this time, after thirty years of spring and autumn, Wu Yazi couldn't control the tears in his eyes.

He put his hand on Mrs. Wang's head, and said in his throat, "Hmm...... Well......" but he was never able to squeeze out a single word.

……

Murong Fu pulled Wang Yuyan outside the door and quietly retreated.

When father and daughter meet, it will take a while to ease their emotions, and it is not appropriate to listen to it again.

Knowing that this was a good start, Murong Fu put his mind at ease.

Ordered the servants not to approach, Murong Fu took Wang Yuyan to the study and waited.

Playing the piano and painting, adding fragrance to the red sleeves, and being with the person you like, no matter what you do, there is a different kind of fun.

Murong Fu had already come up with many ideas in his heart to get along with Wang Yuyan.

Even if she has no experience in falling in love, the romantic surprises on the bad street in the Internet era, and even some earthy love words, can always make Wang Yuyan blush and heartbeat, and she is coquettish.

Time flies, and before you know it, an hour passes.

It's noon.

Wu Yazi and Mrs. Wang are still talking in the room and have not come out, and after thirty years of experience, how can they finish talking in a while.

Murong Fu had to interrupt them.

The two of them were crying and talking, for such a long time, there was not even a pot of tea in the room, how could they stand it.

The days are still long, and there will be a lot of time in the future, so how can there be so many important words that you have to hurry to finish them all at once.

knocked on the door and invited the two out, and Wang Yuyan also stepped forward to meet the grandfather who had never met.

Wu Yazi has long lost the temperament of a master in the world at this time, and he just has a smile on his face.

Facing her granddaughter, Wu Yazi's mood is not as complicated as when she was with Mrs. Wang, there is less guilt and regret, only closeness.

After the luncheon, Mrs. Wang called Murong Fu aside.

"Reinstated, this time...... Thank you very much. Mrs. Wang was a little embarrassed, "I'm going to take my father back to Mantuo Villa, how about it?" ”

"Aunt, we are a family, why do we need to say thank you." Murong Fu smiled and said, "My nephew is just doing his best, and it's up to my aunt to decide how to arrange it." ”

Saying that, he thought about the jade statue again, and seeing the warm scene of the reunion between father and daughter, there was no need to use the jade statue to ease the atmosphere, it was better to let Mrs. Wang deal with it herself.

"By the way, there's one more thing. Aunt, before my nephew went to the north, I asked Fourth Brother Feng to move the jade statue of Lang Huan Blessed Land back, and now it is being placed in the empty room in the East Chamber, it is better to bring it back together, I think my uncle and grandfather are still thinking about the old things. ”

Mrs. Wang glanced at Murong Fu unexpectedly, "It's okay." ”

……

Seeing off Mrs. Wang and her entourage, Murong Fu returned to the study to deal with the accumulated affairs.

While doing things, he commanded, "Third Brother Bao, when did Xuanbei of Shaolin Temple have an accident?" ”

Bao Wei immediately replied, "It's August 11, and we don't have enough manpower on the Dali side, and the news came back ten days ago." ”

"Today is the second day of October, ten days ago...... It's been so long...... Murong pondered, "Now it seems that relying on the news on the waterway of Gongye's second brother alone, I'm afraid it's still insufficient." Fourth Brother Feng, you have been to Dali a few times, you are more familiar, recruit some people, peddlers and pawns, and guide cars and pulp sellers, and arrange the transmission of news by land, especially the throat artery, and open a few more inns and wineries, so as not to make the Murong family closed off to the public. As for the money, how much money is needed, let the third brother Bao allocate it to you. ”

Without waiting for the turmoil to respond, Murong Fu continued: "Third Brother Bao, I was tired yesterday and couldn't take a closer look, now it seems that this Dali has to go on a trip in person, and the affairs of Zhuangzhong are still handled by you, and I will leave for Dali tomorrow." ”

"Yes, Childe." The package is different and the nod should be.

Murong Fu pinched a piece of paper and fell into deep thought, on which was written, "On the eighteenth day of the frost month, the Western Xia Yipin asked the beggars to help Yu Huishan." ”

The frost moon is November, and there is still a month and a half from now, if you remember well, before the covenant of Huishan, there will be the battle of the apricot forest, Qiao Feng also learned that he was a Khitan at that time, and finally everyone rebelled and left, and became Xiao Feng in the future.

Guessing in his heart, according to the time calculation, Qiao Feng should be in Dali at this time, but he didn't know if Ma Dayuan was dead.

Calling up the system panel and glancing at it, looking at the task of [Saving Ma Dayuan], his heart was full of melancholy.

The previous mission in Western Xia has proved that this broken system cannot know everything out of thin air, whether the task is completed or failed, and the goal is dead or alive, and the result must be known by oneself exactly.

Even if Ma Dayuan died, it would not be shown that the task had failed until the news came back.

Think about the predecessors of the various traversers with the system at the starting point, the task rewards are rich, the results are known on the spot, there are all kinds of tips, and there is more storage space, in contrast, I don't have anything with this thing, and I can't lose my power at every turn, and the fart is a drag.

Turn off this trouble, shake your head and stop thinking about it.

In the battle of the Apricot Forest, Qiao Feng was unlucky, but in fact, it had a great impact on Murong Fu.

The only witness who could have proved Murong Fu's innocence was hacked, and no one believed his testimony, and then the famous masters in the martial arts who died under their respective stunts, as well as the deaths of Xuan Bei and Ma Dayuan, fell firmly on Murong Fu's head.

What Lao Tzu did cheaply, Murong Fu didn't want to carry this black cauldron.

And if he can't clear his name, a person like Ma Dayuan, who was assassinated by his wife's fellow disciples, will also try his best to push it on himself, and he will definitely be in trouble at that time.

It was with these in mind that Murong Fu changed his mind and decided to go to Dali to make some arrangements in advance and be prepared.