Chapter three hundred and ninety-ninth marriage proposal
Huo Ayi's face was blank, and he scratched his head without knowing what he meant. Then he stared at Murong Fu with his eyes burning, as if he would not be willing to become a disciple.
"Ahem!" Mu Zhuolun coughed twice, glared at Huo Ayi, and then said to Yuan Shixiao: "How is Mr. Yuan?"
"Humph, I'm fine!" Yuan Shixiao snorted coldly, looking at Murong Fu with complicated eyes. After a long while, he sighed sadly and slightly cupped his hands, "Master Murong, please untie my useless disciple's acupuncture points.
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In fact, he had just discovered that Chen Jialuo was just tapped on the acupoints by Murong Fu. He just couldn't stand Murong Fu, so he wanted to teach him a lesson, but he didn't want to but was taught a lesson by him.
As for Chen Jialuo's acupuncture points, he had just checked them. Not to mention the technique was extremely special, and the energy penetrated the acupoints. If the acupoints were forcibly removed, it would probably paralyze Chen Jialuo's meridians. Therefore, he did not dare to act rashly and asked in a low voice.
Murong Fu took action.
"If this had been the case, nothing would have happened!" Murong Fu said lightly, stretched out his right index finger, drew two circles on his chest, and pointed out with one finger.
With a "pop" sound, Chen Jialuo spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp and he fell to the ground.
Yuan Shixiao hurriedly stepped forward to check Chen Jialuo's pulse. It was okay, but he was just short of breath and heart attack, and the force he used too much caused his body to lose some strength.
"Come here, send Mr. Chen down for treatment!" Mu Zhuolun shouted outside the palace.
"No need!" Yuan Shixiao waved his hand, "Luo'er's injury is not serious, I will heal it myself."
Then he reached out and tapped Chen Jialuo's chest a few times, then took out a small white porcelain bottle, poured out a thumb-sized pill, white with a hint of purple, and fed it to him.
"This is... Xueshen Yuchan Pill?" Huo Qingtong took a closer look at the pill and asked with some uncertainty.
Yuan Shixiao glanced at Huo Qingtong unexpectedly and said nothing, concentrating on his own luck to help Chen Jialuo dissolve the medicine.
Murong Fu's heart moved. He had heard of this Snow Ginseng and Jade Chan Pill. Although it could not revive human flesh and bones, it could revive people who had been injured internally as long as they still had breath. It was a martial arts
China's famous healing elixir.
But what puzzled him was that this Snow Ginseng and Jade Chan Pill was different from the one in the rumors. It had an extra streak of white. "Maybe the old man added some auxiliary medicine to it!" Murong Fu thought secretly.
In less than a moment, Chen Jialuo's face had recovered and turned quite rosy, as if he had received a lot of help.
Chen Jialuo knew how precious the master's medicine was. He was moved and hurriedly stood up and bowed to Yuan Shixiao, "Master's great kindness and virtue, my disciple cannot repay it!"
Yuan Shixiao waved his hand, "Most of the medicine's power has not yet been resolved. After you go back, you should adjust your breath as soon as possible!"
"yes!"
After saying that, the two people actually sat back down.
Mu Zhuolun couldn't help but stayed for a moment. Based on his understanding of Yuan Shixiao, if something like this happened, he would definitely leave without a trace. Unexpectedly, not only did he not leave, but he sat back down automatically for the first time, as if nothing had happened just now.
Normal life.
However, some people will not pretend that nothing has happened. Murong Fu suddenly said: "I wonder when Mr. Chen's one million taels of silver will be delivered to Yanziwu?"
"This..." Chen Jialuo's face suddenly turned extremely pale. Although the Red Flower Club claims to be on par with the Tiandi Club, it is much worse than the Tiandi Club in terms of management. Most of its money comes from robbing corrupt officials and Prince Bao secretly
Support, there is no way we can afford so much money.
And even if he could get it, he couldn't take it privately and give it to Murong Fu. Although he was the chief rudder of the Red Flower Society, his actual power was not great, and money was the top priority. It was left to his adoptive father Yu Wan
Ting is in charge personally.
"Why, you want to default on your debt, Mr. Chen!" Murong Fu said leisurely.
"Huh, don't worry, it's just one million taels. I'll send them all to your house soon!" Chen Jialuo snorted coldly and said with a somewhat unnatural look on his face.
Murong Fu, on the other hand, refused to give up, "I wonder how many days this 'no day' is? Mr. Chen, please make it clearer!"
"You..." Chen Jialuo glared at Murong Fu fiercely. If eyes could kill, Murong Fu would have been killed by him so many times.
"Haha, you guys are just taking action. You should be so hungry that your chest is touching your back now. Why don't we have a drink first and talk while drinking!" But it was Mu Zhuolun who spoke up.
Murong Fu smiled and nodded, "Since Old Hero Mu has spoken, I have to give you this face, but Mr. Chen must not forget it, otherwise, I will come to collect debts!"
In his heart, he was even more happy. It was only one million taels. Murong Fu didn't care, but he had long wanted to find an excuse to go to the Red Flower Club, because since the last time he saw the charming Luo girl in the Forbidden City, he had not
He still remembers it.
"If Mr. Murong comes to our meeting, I will certainly welcome him!" Chen Jialuo replied pointedly.
"Come here, take Mr. Chen to change into clean clothes!" Mu Zhuolun ordered the servants, and at the same time asked people to clean up the palace and replace Murong Fu with a stove.
After a while, the maids came in carrying whole sheep that had been cleaned and seasoned one by one.
Murong Fu was not surprised by this. Looking at this posture, he must be preparing to eat barbecue, and as a member of the grassland, Huibu was undoubtedly roasting a whole lamb.
However, because of what happened before, the atmosphere in the palace was quite subtle, and the atmosphere of the banquet was not very good, especially between Chen Jialuo and Yuan Shixiao, who were just chewing wax and tasteless.
Mu Zhuolun could see the mood of the two of them, and he became even more curious. What on earth did Yuan Shixiao do?
Looking at Murong Fu again, I saw that he was holding the lamb leg with one hand and putting the meat into his mouth with the other hand. He had no image of a master at all. His mouth was full of oil and he was eating with relish.
However, in this way, the people who returned to the tribe felt quite friendly, and even wanted to compare with him. If they couldn't beat him, couldn't they be better than him?
Among the crowd, Huo Qingtong was the only one who chewed slowly and behaved like a lady, causing Mu Zhuolun to look at her frequently.
After the banquet, Mu Zhuolun could no longer bear the curiosity in his heart and asked Yuan Shixiao: "I wonder why Mr. Yuan came here this time?"
After eating and drinking, Murong Fu, who was about to stand up and say goodbye, heard this. He paused slightly and sat back down.
"I really have an unkind invitation to come here this time!" Yuan Shixiao's face turned slightly red and he hesitated for a while, "Hey, I'll just tell you the truth!"
"But it doesn't matter!" Mu Zhuolun smiled slightly.
"That's right, I want to propose marriage for my disciple!"
"Propose marriage!"
Hearing this, everyone in the hall was shocked, and they all turned to look at Huo Qingtong.
There was anger on the faces of some of the Hui tribe generals. To them, Huo Qingtong was not only the Hui tribe's princess, but also the soul core of hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the Hui tribe. How could she marry an outsider.
Huo Qingtong's expression changed slightly, and he glanced at Murong Fu involuntarily, but immediately lowered his head and continued eating the mutton on the plate.
Mu Zhuolun's expression did not change at all. Although he was upright, he still had the magnanimity and magnanimity he should have after being a leader for so many years. He turned his eyes and looked at Chen Jialuo.
Chen Jialuo knew that it was his turn to speak, so he immediately stepped forward and bowed, "This junior has been in love with Miss Huo, the daughter of the rich family, for a long time. I only hope to get married with her, and we hope that the old hero will be able to fulfill her wish."
Huo Qingtong still ate the mutton carefully, looking indifferent, as if the person proposing marriage had nothing to do with him.
Yuan Shixiao watched for a while and saw that the father and daughter were not moved at all. He couldn't help but feel his heart sinking and said: "Luo'er is the chief helmsman of the Central Plains Red Flower Club, and Qingtong is the princess of the Hui tribe, so they are well matched.
If they can become a couple, the two families will always be friends with Qin and Jin. I wonder what He Zhuo thinks?"
Mu Zhuolun pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Mr. Yuan must also know what the little girl Qingtong means to Huibu. This matter is of great importance, so let me think about it."
Yuan Shixiao's cloudy eyes flashed slightly and he nodded, "Okay, I don't think it's better to just let the young disciple and your lady get along with each other for a few days. Maybe they will see the right thing on their own, so we two old guys don't have to worry about it.
Got it!"
"This..." Mu Zhuolun was at a loss for words and couldn't help but glance at Huo Qingtong with a questioning look in his eyes.
But Huo Qingtong seemed as if he hadn't seen him before.
Mu Zhuolun had no choice but to say: "I will give Mr. Yuan an answer in three days!" without mentioning anything about the few days we spent together.
Murong Fu looked at the changes in the expressions of these people, his face was calm, but he cursed secretly in his heart, you little bastard, you dare to steal a woman from me, you must die!
However, he is not too worried, because he believes that if the Red Flower Society can give Mu Zhuolun, the Murong family will definitely be able to give it to him. If the Red Flower Society cannot give it to Mu Zhuolun, the Murong family can also give it to him. If he is pressed for help, he will be kidnapped by force at worst.
Let's go, no one in the whole team can stop him.
After everyone dispersed, Mu Zhuolun sent Huo Ayi away, leaving Huo Qingtong alone in the palace and asked: "Daughter, what do you think?"
Huo Qingtong smiled slightly and said, "My father's words are so confusing. What do you think?"
"What else could it be?" Mu Zhuolun rolled his eyes at her and blamed her for pretending to be confused, "Of course it's Mr. Chen's marriage proposal."
"Father, do you think that now that you have returned to the Ministry, your daughter can still marry somewhere else?" Huo Qingtong sighed and replied faintly. He couldn't help but think of the question Murong Fu asked that day, "What if you fall in love with someone?"
People from the Central Plains, are you willing to let go of everything and follow him?"
"Oh, it's really hard on you!" Mu Zhuolun's eyes were full of love, "But as long as you are willing, daughter, your father will definitely not stop you!"
"Father!" Huo Qingtong was stunned for a moment, then looked at his father in surprise.
"Do you think that my father only wants to return to the tribe and doesn't care about the happiness of your sisters?" Mu Zhuolun shook his head and sighed.
"My father has spent his whole life in the tribe and has lost too much, including your mother. I don't want to see your sisters live in a bad life again. I think God should be able to forgive me for being selfish!