"Why did you hide this and not report it?"

Murong Fu looked at Bao Wei and scolded angrily.

Bao Wei trembled, and hurriedly said: "The subordinates only feel that at this critical time, it is better not to have any conflicts with the Song Ting, with the love and righteousness of the son, the subordinates are afraid that the son will cause a big disaster!" ”

"Third child, you are too confused, then Miss Li and Gongzi have known each other since childhood, how dare you hide such a big thing?"

Deng Baichuan also listened to Bao Bei's words, his heart jumped in shock, and he couldn't help but scold.

"That's enough, in the future, the affairs of the Shadow Building will be handed over to Deng Baichuan to be responsible, and Bao Wei will help from the side!"

Murong Fu snorted coldly with an ugly face, and then left without looking back.

Seeing Murong Fu walking out of the room with a gloomy face, Mu Wanqing and the others greeted them worriedly.

Murong Fu took a deep breath, barely squeezed out a smile from his face, and said, "You first go to Shaomu Mountain with the second brother of Gongye and the fourth brother to wait for me, I will go to Tokyo, and then meet you later." ”

After seeing Murong Fu's face just now, the women knew that something big had happened, and they didn't dare to drag him down.

Murong Fu glanced at Deng Baichuan and Bao who came behind him, and the three of them rode together to Bianliang, Tokyo.

……

Tokyo City, Lee House.

The night was slightly cool, the breeze caressed the shadows, and Li Qingzhao, who was wearing a plain dress and long skirt, sighed at the moon, and his expression was full of sadness and helplessness.

Looking at the letter paper on the table, she wrote and kneaded, kneaded and wrote, and her father's words to her self kept coming to her mind.

"If you tell him about it, you will do him a disservice."

"Furou ......"

Li Qingzhao's eyes were slightly red, but she held back her tears, crumpled up a written letter on the table and threw it away again, and wrote on a brand new piece of paper:

"Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable, warm and ......"

In the previous sentence, she did not pause at all, but at this time she stopped, her body trembled slightly, and the hand holding the pen was also held by the other hand.

"Furo, is that you?"

Although she didn't see who the person behind her was, the familiar feeling almost made her guess the identity of the other party without thinking.

"It's me!"

Murong Fu's voice then sounded behind her, just two ordinary words, but it seemed to redeem her heart in an instant.

The tears in Li Qingzhao's eyes couldn't help but slip down from her eyes anymore, she turned around and threw herself into the other party's arms, this warm embrace made her feel unprecedented peace of mind.

It seems that as long as the other party comes, all problems can be solved.

Murong Fu had already learned everything in the Shadow Building during the day, but when facing Li Qingzhao, he suppressed all his negative emotions.

Caressing the incense back of the person in his arms, Murong Fu comforted softly: "With me here, no one can force you to do anything!" ”

Li Qingzhao stared at him, stretched out his hand to stroke the white hair on Murong Fu's sideburns, and a trace of distress flashed in his eyes: "Why do you have white hair?" ”

"I said I thought you wanted to think about it, do you believe it?"

Murong Fu said with a smile.

Li Qingzhao was stunned for a moment, then burst into tears and smiled: "I believe it!" ”

After that, she took the initiative to kiss her.

Murong Fu swept the stationery on the table, hugged Li Qingzhao's slender waist and hugged it, and after some intense entanglement, two satisfied snorts followed.

The sweet guttural voice was as low and delicate as fairy music, Li Qing looked at the lover in front of him, and released all the emotions and pressures that had been suppressed in his heart during this time, and the pregnant affection in his eyes dissolved, and Murong Fu's charming attitude made Murong Fu a little unable to hold on.

The two fought several battles, and only when they were exhausted did they refuse to give up.

After getting carried away for a while, Li Qingzhao dragged his tired body and did not rush to sleep, just to be able to take a look at the person in front of him.

"Fulang, there are some things that are destined not to be changed by you and me."

Seeing that Li Qingzhao was suffering from some gains and losses, Murong Fu held her soft and said gently: "I said, I will handle everything, you can rest assured!" When you wake up tomorrow morning, everything will be fine. ”

As if to get this promise, and as if to get some comfort, after hearing Murong Fu's words, Li Qingzhao couldn't hold on to sleep anymore.

Looking at the sleeping Li Qingzhao, a cold glint flashed in Murong Fu's eyes.

He quickly dressed and left the Li Mansion and rushed straight to the palace.

In Murong Fu's eyes, the so-called inner guards are just a group of decorations, and their martial arts have reached the point where he is, unless they walk in front of this group of guards, even if they stand beside them, they can't feel the slightest breath on Murong Fu's body.

Not long after, Murong Fu came to the emperor's dormitory, "Funing Palace".

There are maps of the imperial palaces of various countries in the Shadow Building, among which the Murong family in the Song Imperial Palace has penetrated the deepest, and it is very easy to know the movements of Emperor Zhezong.

Outside the Funing Palace, Murong Fu did not hide his figure, and appeared directly in front of the hall.

When the chief attendant saw the token on his waist, he immediately bowed, slowly opened the door of the temple, and let him in.

Murong Fu came straight to the palace, only to see that the palace was resplendent and brilliant, with red candles reflecting each other, a royal atmosphere, compared to the queen mother and the concubine's bedroom, it was like a different scene.

And on the dragon couch, a figure was screaming uncontrollably.

Murong Fu recognized at a glance that the other party was Emperor Zhezong Zhao Xu, who had met in the Western Xia Mission that day, and at this time, looking at his complexion, it was as if he was terminally ill, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and there was a faint sense of death between his eyebrows.

When he came to the bedside, Emperor Zhezong looked abrupt, but when he suddenly saw a stranger appear in front of him, he subconsciously wanted to call for help.

Murong Fu had an extra silver needle in his hand, stabbing it on the acupoint behind his ear, and before Emperor Zhezong's voice could be issued, he only felt dizzy in his head, Murong Fu immediately launched the Soul Transfer Dafa to control the other party, and with a few orders, he pulled out the silver needle and left the hall.

When the chamberlain outside the house saw him come out, he hurriedly bowed respectfully and saluted.

When Murong Fu passed by him, he said, "Take care of him, don't let him die!" ”

"The old slave understands!"

The chief official smiled knowingly and said in his throat.

Murong Fu, who left the palace, also began to review the whole thing.

When he left Tokyo with the Western Xia Division that day, he taught Li Qingzhao the Washing Sutra and asked her to be responsible for regulating the body of Emperor Zhu.

And under the conditioning of the marrow washing meridian and those medicinal diets, Emperor Zhu's complexion really improved a lot, which made Emperor Zhu and the eldest princess extremely grateful to Li Qingzhao.

Therefore, Li Qingzhao went to the palace more frequently, and Emperor Zhu's concubine was the biological mother of Emperor Zhezong, so the two naturally met often.