After seeing Xuan Ci away, Murong Fu knocked on a wall in the secret room a few times. Soon, a secret door opened and Azhu slowly walked out of it.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "I heard what I said just now? My princess and lady?"
Azhu was adopted by Emperor Baoding as his adopted daughter and was named Princess Yankang. Therefore, he was often used by Murong Fu to tease this girl in private.
Azhu said coquettishly: "Hate, the young master is fooling others again."
After some teasing, Azhu's face turned dark: "Young Master, do you really want to attack the master?"
Murong Fu's face froze and shook his head and said, "Although he has no kindness to raise me, he has a bloody heart after all. I will not kill him, but I cannot let him continue to do whatever he wants in the outside world. Continue to take the name of the Murong family
I will give him a stable old age, but I will also strip him of his freedom.”
Azhu breathed a sigh of relief, and Azhu was more or less grateful to the old master who lived in the shadow.
"In the future, Azhu will be able to do your own things freely, and your destiny will be dominated by you."
Murong Fu said softly.
"Azhu just wants to be with the young master forever, like Sister Abi..."
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Three days later.
The night is as cool as water, and crows are terrified from time to time, and the frost is everywhere outside Gusu City, and the sound of bells ringing from time to time. The wandering people who are wandering outside adds a bit of nostalgia. However, although the wandering people wandering outside like kites, there is one.
The thread named hometown is firmly tied to the destination of the soul.
Where should the wandering souls wandering around the world return?
Just after the fourth update, the entire Gusu City was immersed in a dreamland. A wandering soul who had been wandering in the world for nearly 30 years quietly explored his familiar hometown during the moonlit night.
The man wrapped himself in a moon-white robe from head to toe tightly. However, on such a moonlit night, a man in white clothes was like a dot on a white board under the moonlight, which was obvious at a glance.
The man came to the edge of Taihu Lake, looked at it for a few minutes, and then found the small black-sailed boat hidden in the reed marsh. He skillfully untied the boat rope, put the boat into the lake, and pointed the bamboo pole a few times.
As he got off the boat, he sailed towards the center of the lake like an arrow leaving the string.
Everything is still so familiar. Although I came back a year ago, I had a quick glance, not to mention that I had a fierce fight with the unfilial son, and almost lost my life on the spot. I still feel scared when I think about it.
But then I thought about it, I had been away from home for many years, and that kid practiced by himself, and his martial arts were so diligent. It really did not insult the Murong family's family. In time, it might be a relief to recreate the scene of his ancestor Longcheng Gong back then.
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Thinking of this, and with the news that he had arranged for his loyal servant in Yanziwu, Murong Bo decided to show up to find his son who had not seen for many years and jointly plan to restore Yan.
Over the years, Murong Bo has been running around and has launched countless black swallow flags. Although he has made many enemies, he has laid a solid foundation for the future great cause of restoration of Yan. He just waited for the world to change one day and then climbed the high school.
Huh, the four responses in the country can be restored by the great cause of the ancestors of the Murong family.
Thinking of this, Murong Bo couldn't help but become a little confused.
It is said that "the love of being close to home" is timid, but Murong Bo is now full of energy: Fu'er, he will definitely understand my good intentions.
There was fog on the lake surface, but it did not affect Murong Bo's touch of Yanziwu based on his memory.
There was silence in the Swallow Dock, and there was not even a single light.
Murong Bo was slightly stunned, as if there was an unusual atmosphere in the air, it was too quiet. It was said that dozens of servants in Yanziwu should not be so quiet. The whole Yanziwu was like a huge grave, unable to see through.
A trace of sound.
"Let's find that boy Fu'er first."
Suddenly, Murong Bo felt a gust of cold wind sweeping by, and a flute sound was like resentment and admiration, and it was heard quietly. Murong Bo suddenly shivered: The sound of the flute sound made people feel uncomfortable.
Murong Bo looked up and saw that at some point in the distance, a light was on. The lonely star was cold and the moon was scared by the cold night. A little spark was like a little ghost fire wandering in the wilderness.
Murong Fu shivered unconsciously.
"The guests come without invitation, why not come in and talk?"
The sound of the flute stopped, and a sound without emotion came from afar.
Murong Bo was slightly stunned: This sound seemed to be Fu'er? He had already noticed it. Good boy, he seemed to have improved his skills.
Since he had already revealed his whereabouts, Murong Bo no longer covered his journey and came to the house openly.
The door was not closed, Murong Bo pushed it and entered directly.
A young man in his thirties supported his forehead with his right hand and sat next to a few tables. On top of the tables, two freshly brewed teas were emitting a hint of heat.
The green robe was slow, and her black hair was casually worn with a jade hairpin. When the person came pushed the door and entered, the young man did not look up, but just casually made a gesture: "Please sit down."
Last night, Murong Bo did not carefully observe his son who had not seen him for many years. Now, with the lights, Murong Bo couldn't help but sigh that the years passed, and the saplings of that year have become zhilan orchids and can be presented in the courtyard.
It's already level.
"The distinguished guest is visiting late at night, I don't know what to do?"
Murong Fu glanced at the other party casually, his tone as plain as a cup of boiled water.
Murong Bo said: "I heard that the Murong family's Qilin son is one year old, and all the heroes and heroes all went to Murong's mansion to ask for a glass of water and wine. I had an old friend with Murong Gong thirty years ago, so I came from another place, but I didn't expect it to be a step late."
Murong Fu picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip, saying, "I don't know that my father had a friend like his husband during his lifetime, but he just didn't know why the husband was visiting late at night?"
Murong Bo did not answer, stood up and looked around: "This is the quiet room where Murong Gong practiced the qigong back then. It has been almost thirty years, and the furnishings here have not changed."
Murong Fu said: "My father has been abandoned for a long time, and he doesn't come here often. He just ordered people to clean it on weekdays, so he has never moved the things."
Murong Bo smiled and said, "Okay, Mr. Murong will not forget his father's ambition. If Mr. Murong knows him under the spring, he should be pleased with him."
He covered his whole body tightly and deliberately changed his voice. Not to mention Murong Fu, even his old friend back then, I am afraid he would not recognize him.
Murong Fu said: "From the words and deeds of the husband, it seems that he is very familiar with his father during his lifetime, so I don't know what to call him?"
Murong Bo smiled and said, "The name below is not important. I came here tonight because I wanted to ask the young master, what are his plans in the future? But still remember the will of the ancestors of the Murong family?"