In the end, Yuan Chengzhi and the two agreed to Murong Fu's conditions. For them, although the position of deputy leader was important, it was reserved for the Tiandihui. Otherwise, they would not be able to suppress the world's heroes. But Ah Jiu's special status, the anti-Qing alliance
There must be a place in the alliance, and with Ah Jiu's great righteousness, they are more certain about the position of chief alliance leader.
Then the two sides agreed on some details, and it was not until an hour later that Murong Fu left the Golden Snake Camp.
"With you guys sheltering from the wind and rain, Shenlong Island can develop stably for a while." Murong Fu looked at the small courtyard behind him, his eyes flickering slightly, and he murmured to himself.
At first, he was afraid that the Golden Snake Battalion would become powerful, so he never agreed to the matter. In the past few days, he calmed down and thought about it carefully. The anti-Qing alliance was the east wind for the Golden Snake Battalion to break through the bottleneck, but it was not an opportunity for Shenlong Island.
In the past two years, Shenlong Island has tried to introduce chambers of commerce from various countries and civilians to settle there, but with little success. It will take at least several decades to develop into a behemoth that affects the hinterland of the Central Plains. In addition, Shenlong Island is too small after all, so it is not a long-term solution.
plan, not to mention that Kangxi was already focusing on dealing with Shenlong Island.
However, if the anti-Qing alliance had a great cause, a large part of the problem of troop sources could be solved immediately, and with the Golden Snake Camp, Tiandihui, etc. blocking Kangxi's sight, Shenlong Island could safely accumulate strength.
After weighing the pros and cons, Murong Fu decided to agree to the Golden Snake Camp's request and proposed the positions of two deputy leaders. One was for Shenlong Island, and the other was prepared for Ah Jiu. As a descendant of the Ming Dynasty's orthodox royal family, Ah Jiu
Originally a righteous person, once recognized by the anti-Qing organizations all over the world, the Wangwu faction could quickly regain its vitality and make a comeback.
Murong Fu's thoughts turned around and he carefully considered all aspects of the problem. However, at this moment, his eyes blurred, a figure bumped into his arms, and a faint fragrance passed into his nose.
Murong Fu hugged him instinctively, took a closer look, and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Ah Jiu, why are you doing this?"
The person in his arms turned out to be Ah Jiu.
It turned out that Ah Jiu had not seen Murong Fu for several days, and she missed him very much. These days, she was restrained and restrained from looking for Murong Fu. It was not until today that Cheng Qingzhu and others were preparing to leave to attend the turtle killing convention.
As an excuse, I came to the Golden Snake Camp station to look for him.
Just now, I was so far away that I didn't notice anyone in front of me. I didn't expect that I bumped into Murong Fu's arms. www.m.
Ah Jiu came back to her senses, her pretty face flushed, and she looked around hurriedly. Then she struggled violently again and shouted, "Master, stop doing this."
"What are you afraid of? There is no one here. We haven't seen her for so many years. Don't you want to be your teacher?" Murong Fu gave a bad smile, stretched out his mouth and kissed her snow-white cheek.
Ah Jiu was so ashamed that he couldn't help being startled when he heard the words, and thought, "Master, maybe his head is broken. We haven't seen him for only three days, how can we say it has been so many years?"
Murong Fu saw the confusion in his heart and laughed, "One day without seeing you is like three autumns. We haven't seen each other for three days, and nine years have passed."
After hearing this, Ah Jiu was extremely happy, but shyness still took over. She hurriedly struggled to get away from Murong Fu's arms and whispered, "There are many people here, you... you must not come here."
Murong Fu just teased a few words casually, but did not continue to pester him. He quickly stopped his frivolous attitude and asked, "How have you been these past few days? Has Mr. Cheng taken good care of you? If not, I will find you right now."
Let him reason."
Ah Jiu rolled her eyes at him, "Master, he treats me with great kindness and treats me as his own child. How could he treat me badly?"
Murong Fu naturally knew that what he said was true, so he smiled slightly and said, "You came at the right time. I have something to discuss with you, my master."
Then he told the whole story about the deal with the Golden Snake Camp. Of course, he didn't mention a word about the condition he had put forward for He Tieshou to sleep with him.
After hearing this, Ah Jiu was immediately moved and said immediately, "Ah Jiu makes all the decisions based on Master."
When she thought about it, Murong Fu did not hesitate to throw away his reputation and make such an unflattering deal with Yuan Chengzhi and others, just to pave the way for her to rebel against the Qing Dynasty. With such a teacher, what else could she ask for?
Murong Fu's old face turned red for a rare moment, and then he said seriously, "You have to think clearly. Once your identity is revealed, it will be beneficial for you to fight against the Qing Dynasty, but troubles will come one after another, and the pressure you will bear is not trivial. You must know that if you want to wear a crown,
We must bear its weight.”
Ah Jiu pondered for a long time and nodded firmly, "Ah Jiu has thought clearly. If he had not met the master, Ah Jiu would still be wandering in the world without knowing where he would end up. As long as it is beneficial to fight against the Qing Dynasty, Ah Jiu is willing to die."
Murong Fu frowned slightly. The last thing he wanted to see was Ah Jiu looking like he was ready to die for rebelling against the Qing Dynasty. But it seemed that this incident was caused by him, so he couldn't help but hesitate.
Seeing this, Ah Jiu pursed her lips and said, "Master, don't worry too much. Ah Jiu has only two wishes in life, one is the goal, the other..."
As she spoke, she suddenly fell silent, with two blushes on her pretty face.
Murong Fu's heart moved and he asked, "What is the other one?"
Ah Jiu's face became increasingly rosy and she said in a faint voice, "The other one is you."
Murong Fu felt a little warm in his heart. The iceberg was finally melted by him. He took a deep look at Ah Jiu and nodded, "Okay, but this is the last time. When the Wangwu Sect is on the right track, you will do it."
Return your princess."
Ah Jiu naturally understood the true meaning of the words "Be a princess again" and knew that the person in front of her cherished her, so she nodded solemnly, "I promise you."
Then Murong Fu took Ah Jiu back to Zhang Mansion outside the town.
Shuang'er was still waiting in front of the guest room. When he saw Murong Fu and the others coming back, his little face was filled with surprise, "Ms. sir, Sister Ah Jiu, you are back!"
"Is she awake yet?" Murong Fu smiled and asked, pointing to the guest room.
Shuang'er nodded, "Not yet, now Youshi is coming, I'm about to wake her up."
Suspicion flashed across Murong Fu's face. The sleeping point he selected was very measured and would allow Wen Qingqing to sleep for two hours at most. But now three hours have passed and she still hasn't woken up. She shouldn't have.
Suddenly something moved in his heart, and he said to the two girls, "Go and get ready. We'll set off for Shilipu immediately."
The two girls were stunned for a moment. They all arrived here alone. Apart from a baggage and a long sword, what else did they have to pack?
Then Shuang'er seemed to remember something and pulled Ah Jiu away to go elsewhere.
After the two girls left, Murong Fu stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Miss Wen, are you awake? The turtle killing convention is about to begin."
Ever since he found out that Wen Qingqing had a fake marriage with Yuan Chengzhi and had a crush on him, he couldn't say the word "Mrs. Yuan" anymore.
A long time passed without any movement in the house.
"Miss Wen, if you don't say anything, I'm going to come in." Murong Fu said in his mouth and directly opened the door and entered.
He had just stepped into the door with one foot, and at this moment, a green light flashed in front of his eyes, and the tip of a sword with a cold light pierced his throat at an extremely tricky angle.
Murong Fu seemed to have expected this scene a long time ago. There was no trace of emotion on his face. He stood motionless and showed no intention of dodge.
Soon a chill came from the throat, and the tip of the sword suddenly stopped when it touched the Adam's apple.
Murong Fu looked sideways and saw Wen Qingqing standing behind the door, holding a sword in one hand and his face covered with frost.
"Miss Wen, why is this? I have never offended you." Murong Fu asked pretending to be confused.
Wen Qingqing's expression became colder and colder. After a while, she said indifferently, "What exactly did you do to me?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse and her eye circles were slightly red, obviously she had cried.
Murong Fu knew in his heart that Wen Qingqing must have noticed something after waking up, but he didn't know how much she knew, so he asked tentatively, "Who in the world dares to do anything to the girl, why did the girl say such things?"
He really doesn't know much about the soul-moving method. Human emotions and desires are the most difficult things in the world to understand, let alone control. Therefore, like Wen Qingqing's situation, he doesn't know whether the other party can have the memory of the dream after waking up.
, and can you realize that you are not just dreaming?
Wen Qingqing's eyes flashed with confusion when he heard this, but soon returned to coldness. With a slight flick of his wrist, the tip of the sword moved forward a little, and said coldly, "Stop pretending, if you hadn't done something, how could I have done it?"
I would have such a dream, and...and I always feel that it doesn’t feel like a dream.”
Murong Fu suddenly felt a shiver in his heart. It seemed that she had really realized something. Her thoughts were turning rapidly and she said with a sneer on her face, "What does the girl mean by this? How can a mere mortal in the lower world still use the fairy magic that makes people fall into dreams?"
Can’t do it?”
Wen Qingqing snorted coldly, "I don't know if it's an immortal magic, but it must be evil. Otherwise, how could it be... how could it be..."
She didn't say what she was going to say, but the fleeting blush on her face already indicated what she was going to say next.
Seeing this, Murong Fu felt relieved and said calmly, "As the saying goes, you think about something every day and dream about it at night. If Miss Wen has any questions about dreams, you can go to Mr. Dream Interpreter. Although I am knowledgeable, I don't know how to interpret dreams.
Not very proficient.”
Wen Qingqing was stunned for a moment, then slowly put down the sword in her hand, with a confused look on her face. It was obvious that although she realized that the previous dream was not simple, she could not figure out the reason behind it, and seemed a little uncertain.
Murong Fu touched his neck, leaving a trail of blood on his fingers. He thought to himself that it was dangerous, and he pretended to be curious and asked, "What dream did Miss Wen have that she drew a sword at me?"
"I want you to take care of it!" Wen Qingqing glared at him fiercely, suddenly remembered something, raised her sword suddenly, and pressed it against his neck again, "Tell me, why am I lying on your bed? You can't tell me.
He's dead."
"This woman is really not easy to fool..." Murong Fu smiled bitterly in his heart, spread his hands, and said with a hint of resentment, "How do I know? You said you were sleepy and insisted on sleeping in my bed for a while. What can I do?
, this is not my home, I can only give you the room."
"Have I ever said such a thing? Why don't you remember it at all?" Wen Qingqing murmured, frowning, but no matter how she recalled it, she was still a little confused, and she was not sure whether she had said such words.