"Ms. sir, do you know who that person is? Why does she want to be your enemy?"

"I don't know, but it's not surprising. The Murong family is in great glory nowadays. As the saying goes, a big tree attracts the wind. There will always be a few enemies jumping out of some nook and cranny. It's not surprising."

In fact, Murong Fu is not completely without speculation. There are countless masters in the world. In today's world, there are only a few people who can compete with him. Lianshuang is one of them, but he is far away in the Western Regions. Today, there are only a few people who can compete with him.

The man was a woman, so it was obviously impossible to be Padmasambhava, and A-Qing was also considered one, but A-Qing would not have done anything with him, otherwise Kublai Khan would not have died in his hands.

In addition, there may be other strangers in the world who are not famous and unknown, but whose skills are similar to or even stronger than his, but these people will never jump out to cause trouble for him for no reason.

, if it must be said, it is the hidden sect behind Ah Qing who barely has some issues with him.

They also hold ancient divine swords, they are also women, they also possess overwhelming inner strength, and they are also proficient in some extremely mysterious sword-driving skills. Could they be Ah Qing's fellow disciples?

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed possible. Murong Fu's face suddenly turned gloomy. This person came today with bad intentions. Obviously, the sect behind Ah Qing still did not choose Kublai Khan after losing the so-called "man of destiny"!

But from another perspective, the appearance of Ah Qing's fellow sect is also good news. Since Ah Qing left, he ordered the Crystal Palace to make every effort to find the whereabouts of this hidden sect, but so far there is no news. He is worried about where to find Ah Qing.

Now that Qing is back, there is no need to worry.

Of course, these are just speculations at the moment. Whether the mysterious master is Ah Qing's fellow sect or not remains to be further confirmed.

When Shuang'er saw the change in his husband's face, he knew that something must be wrong with him, and it was related to a woman. He felt a little sad, but he didn't ask any more questions. He just said worriedly, "My husband, this person is not good, and his martial arts is unfathomable. If you want to

Don’t you want Miss Xue’er and Miss Wang to send some people over?”

Murong Fu thought for a while and shook his head, "Forget it, with that person's martial arts, a master of my level would not be able to intervene, so it would be useless to ask them to come. What's more, the transshipment of grain and grass is of great importance, and they are probably very worried right now.

, it’s better not to disturb them with this little thing.”

Shuang'er was speechless for a moment, and after a while he sighed quietly and blamed himself, "Shuang'er is so useless, I can't help my husband with anything."

"Silly girl, you are responsible for my father-in-law's food and daily life, and you also shoulder the most important task of carrying on the Murong family lineage. How can it be useless?"

Shuang'er's face turned red when he said it, and then he glanced down at his belly, feeling a little frustrated, "It's just useless, Shuang'er has been with you for so long, and until now... I'm not pregnant, husband, you

Is there something wrong with Shuang'er's body?"

Murong Fu couldn't help but feel ashamed after hearing this. When he was in love with a woman, he would mostly avoid the dangerous period, or he would use the art of double cultivation to refine Yang Yuan, and his strength would grow to his current level.

The chance of getting pregnant is already low. For various reasons, it is difficult for his woman to get pregnant.

It was because Shuang'er was too naive that she doubted herself. If she were a serious-minded woman, she would have long suspected that Murong Fu had a physical problem. Thinking of what Luo Bing said in the morning, maybe it wasn't "I'm afraid" but "I'm afraid".

Some people have already begun to suspect, but they just didn't say it in person...

"It seems that we need to sow more seeds in the future and make them bigger one by one, so that they will not be idle and have random thoughts..." Murong Fu thought secretly in his heart, and said, "Shuang'er, don't talk nonsense, your body

Very good, it’s a matter of husband and wife.”

"Ah? Is there something wrong with your husband's health?" Shuang'er asked innocently.

"Where did you miss it? It's a problem with my practice." Murong Fu's face darkened slightly, and he immediately informed her about the sequelae of dual cultivation and the safe period.

Shuang'er suddenly understood, and then said shyly, "Ms. sir, next time... next time you bully Shuang'er, can you please not use that double cultivation technique..."

"Next time, why don't my husband bully you now?" Murong Fu said with a smile.

Shuang'er was so embarrassed, but she never knew how to refuse her husband's request. She glanced at him with watery eyes and said in a weak voice, "If your husband wants to, Shuang'er can do it with you."

Murong Fu has never been a person who knows how to be restrained. Even though he has experienced two battles from last night to this morning, he is still very energetic. But now is really not the time. He hugged Shuang'er and kissed the corner of her mouth, saying softly

, "Shuang'er, you still have other things on your mind. How could my husband bully you at this time?"

"Ms. sir..."

"Okay, go quickly and see if there are any casualties among the banker's people. If you need help, just go to Yuan Ziyi and say it's my order."

"Thank you, sir." Shuang'er gratefully took a sip of fragrance on his face and turned to leave.

As soon as she left, Murong Fu's face immediately darkened, and he said angrily toward the window, "Third Young Mistress, come in if you have something to say, it's not a good habit to listen to the corner."

With a creak, the window opened, and a white shadow swept in. It was Young Mistress Zhuang San, her face was slightly pale, and her eyes looked quite apologetic.

Murong Fu pulled up a chair and sat down, playing with the hilt of the Chunjun sword in his hand, and said indifferently, "Tell me, who is that person? Why do you want to conspire with her? What are your plans?"

After finishing speaking, before the third young lady could speak, he added, "You heard it too. For Shuang'er's sake, I won't care about this incident, but the premise is that you tell me the truth."

After hearing this, the Third Young Mistress showed a hint of resentment on her face, "Is it just for Shuang'er's sake?"

Murong Fu was stunned and remained silent.

The third young lady somehow changed the words she had prepared when she said, "I don't know who that person is, where he comes from, what his last name is, and you don't need to kill Shuang'er because of his face.

As you wish."

"Hmph, you think I won't kill you?" Murong Fu's anger that had calmed down suddenly surged out again. He opened his hand and sucked her whole body in front of him, pinching her neck, "I hate it the most.

I will not easily forgive the person who betrayed me, even if it is my woman. You'd better think carefully before speaking, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

The Third Young Mistress could feel death approaching, but she looked at him with a stubborn face and smiled sadly, "Am I your woman? Or am I just a plaything?"
Chapter completed!