Murong Gongzi's surname is Yu, Yu Murong, the first minister of the dynasty, the son of Yu Shen, the prime minister of Zuo.

It was the thirty-second year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, when it was in its prime.

He is an all-rounder, but also a genius among geniuses. After the sword in all arts, it is also self-taught, a sword to ask the heart, to the invincible. Murong Gongzi has more than three numbers in his life: more silver, more women, and more friends. People are all good, and there are thousands of wonders, the kings and nobles in the capital are all proud to meet Murong Gongzi, and they are eager to worship him as the leader, and they all call him Murong Gongzi, and everyone in the world knows it.

It's a pity that I have no confidant in my life!

Not to mention Murong Gongzi, Murong Gongzi's affairs can't be finished for three days and three nights, just talk about Daoist Fang. At this time, the Taoist priest, from head to toe, did not have the appearance of a Taoist priest on his whole body, wearing a thin cotton gray cloth robe, scribbled hair and a ponytail, the person had a vegetable face, and his face was not washed for three days. It's just that I've grown up by the first number. Plus it's a little more decent. This is an extremely sharp contrast with Murong Gongzi, and an extremely strong contrast!

The beauty and ugliness of people are not seen by the outside world, but measured by the eyes and hearts, and the likes and dislikes are different.

But a person who is extremely beautiful can transcend the boundaries of region, race, era, and even gender, just like Murong Gongzi.

When Fang Yin first saw him, his first thought was: How can there be such a person in the world?

The second thought was: demons!

The third thought was: Wrong! It's a shemale.

But seeing that the clothes are white and the snow is better, there is nothing left over, no dust is stained, and the long hair like an ink waterfall is not combed at the back of the head, and it sets off the full forehead that is as white as jade. But seeing that the eyebrows are like willows, very daughter-like. His eyes are as deep as the stars, and he has returned to the true body of a man. The nose is lonely and tall, the lips are light and thin water chestnut, the lips do not have half a beard, the handsome chin is smooth and slippery, the face shape has a lot of feminine beauty, but the contours are angular, just right to match into a beautiful man, twelve points of strange charm.

It's the elves, it's the Shura. Mythological figures, no more than mundane.

In Daoist Fang's limited life and even more limited cognition, he has also seen several wonderful characters. In terms of beauty, when it comes to men alone, the chief of the road is counted as one. Lingxiu is one, one is handsome and one is beautiful. But it's not as good as this Murong Gongzi. He laughed to himself. Looking at Fang Yin, smiling like a demon, Fang Yin finally saw those two silver pupils, both sparkling like a galaxy, shining for thousands of years-

Murong Gongzi's mother is a Xianbei clan, and her surname is Murong. Therefore, Murong Gongzi is called Murong.

Just like Fang Yin.

This is the first similarity between the two, and of course it is not the only one, the two are of average size and similar body shape. forced Fang Yin to lose his mind. Even what was speechless was not Murong Gongzi's outstanding appearance and strange silver pupils, but his demeanor, but his bearing. Unique charm, fatal attraction, in fact, Fang Yin didn't find Murong Gongzi outside the door, it was completely a divine induction: "Yuanli, Yuanbao, you two go together." Murong Gongzi gave a faint order, as if he was assigning two subordinates, it was Murong Gongzi's voice, light and lazy, slightly magnetic: "Brother Fang, take a look at it with a sword." ”

Yuanli Yuanbao obediently went out, and he didn't dare to let go of a fart, and Brother Fang had been completely suppressed, so that Jun Tian didn't know when he left his hand: "Brother Fang?

In short, he is ashamed of himself, and he has no face to live: "You're polite!

Murong Gongzi held Jun Tian in his hand, danced a few gracefully in a few postures, and praised: "Good sword, it's too heavy, I can't move it." ”

Xuan handed over the sword, and pointed to himself calmly: "There is another one, take it to the envoy." ”

Fang Yin didn't know what he meant, but he didn't care either, so he handed Mo Lian to him without saying a word.

Murong Gongzi took out the ink practice, danced a few times gracefully, and praised: "Good sword, it's too light, I can't make it." ”

"Good sword, good sword!" This is definitely an interesting person, but in a few words, it is an understatement, and Daoist Fang is on guard, applauding and praised: "Good poetry!

"It is said that it is courtesy, affection and righteousness, and it is not in vain to send goose feathers. Murong Gongzi returned Mo Lian, gave a slight salute, and said lightly: "Brother Fang, Murong is here empty-handed, and he hasn't brought a goose feather, it is rude to make trouble, and I hope Brother Fang Haihan." ”

"Don't dare! Don't dare!" Fang Yin gave a deep salute, sincere and fearful: "The son deigns to take care of him, the cold house is full of brilliance, and the younger brother is rude first, and I ask the son to forgive me." ”

The two worship each other, bow and worship, a fake politeness, a hypocrite.

Murong Gongzi said with a smile: "Murong has long admired the name of Brother Fang, and the day before yesterday, he finally saw Brother Fang's demeanor, and he was shocked for a while. ”

Fang Yin generally smiled: "The little brother is an ordinary man, how can he be so favored by the son, he knows that he is unkempt, and he feels shameless to go to the banquet, and he also accepts the son's good intentions, and I ask the son to forgive me for the rudeness." ”

Murong Gongzi slapped his palms and smiled: "The cloth does not hide the gold and jade, the scribble does not lose the posture of the dragon and the phoenix, Brother Fang is not more ordinary, Murong is ashamed of himself, I can see it today, fortunately!"

Fang Yin generally has the same example: "The difference between Gongzi and my cloud and mud, one is in the sky and the other is on the ground, how can ants compare with dragons and phoenixes, it is a great luck to see Gongzi Fang Yin today, ten thousand, ten thousand! The two of them looked at each other for tat, but in fact, Fang Yin only felt that he was a head short of him everywhere, his demeanor was like this, his words were like this, and he seemed to be dealing with it decently, but he was sweating profusely, Fang Yin was fighting against him and fighting against himself at the same time, but in a few words, he was about to collapse at this time: "Childe!"

It was a wonderful feeling, that kind of feeling that Fang Yin had never had, just like a magnet, cathode, anode, fatal attraction, so Fang Yin would guess that Murong Gongzi was hiding outside the door, it was a kind of induction. There is yin and yang, everything is the same, they are also in each other, just like no matter how strong a man is, there is a fragile side, just like a weak woman has a strong side. And the attraction between people has always been genderless, not only the relationship between men and women: "Don't!" To put it simply, Daoist Fang has a feeling of love at first sight for Murong Gongzi, even more Miss Yuan, even more Fairy Lin, he can't wait to kneel down and take the initiative to lick his feet, he can't wait to throw himself into his arms and beg him to caress him, Daoist Fang can't accept this cruel fact, he can't accept it at all: "Ah!"

Murong Gongzi, sent his lips up, his starry eyes were half-closed, and he was close at hand.

He is affectionate, and people are also interested, and attraction has always been two-sided, which must be another love story that can be sung and cried.

Daoist Fang finally collapsed, flew back seven feet, took a sip, and said stupidly: "Count you ruthless!

Murong Gongzi shook his head and sighed, "It's a pity!"

"Bah, baba, vomit—" It's a pity that I didn't kiss, fortunately I didn't kiss, this is the first kiss of Daoist Fang, and the gold is generally very precious: "The surname is Yu, if you are sick, you will be sick!"

"I'm sick, and I'm sick. Yu Murong hasn't played enough, Yu Murong is playing really: "Since I saw you on the day I beat you, I fell in love with you, I thought of it, and it was difficult to sleep and eat, so I ......"

"Stop, stop!" "Stop!" Daoist Fang gasped, and for a moment he felt ashamed and angry: "Enough!

The top dodged, and the bottom was tricked, and Murong Gongzi provoked the mundane roots of ordinary people with one finger, which is really shameful!

What's even more shameful is that Daoist Fang actually reacted: "If you have something to say, let it go, let it go, say human words!"

Murong Gongzi smiled and stared, still as calm as when he came: "Ji Zhi, hello." ”

Fang Yin was speechless.

Since the beginning of the victory, Fang Yin has already lost.

Since the beginning of resistance, Fang Yin has already loved.

Fang Yin only has brothers, no real friends, real friends are confidants: "No matter the son, call me Murong." (To be continued......)