Fast time travel: the heartthrob villain wants to die

Chapter 47 Murong Fu'an's Bureau
In the cold main hall, the emperor who controls life and death in the world sits upright in the bright hall, quietly looking at his highness's general.

Murong Fu'an stood in front of the palace neither humble nor overbearing. This time he repelled Xidi and returned to the capital triumphantly. He immediately went to the palace to report on his duties, just to let the Ninth Five-Year Lord in front of him fulfill his promise.

The two of them have been stalemate like this for a stick of incense, and finally Feng Wujiang couldn't help but sighed and said: "Aiqing, you have made great achievements this time, and you can find any reward you want. Why do you bother with old things?"

Murong Fu'an shook his head, his tone was firm: "I don't want rewards, I just ask His Majesty to fulfill the promise I made before I left for the expedition: If I can return triumphantly, Your Majesty will definitely investigate the case of the Lin clan back then."

Seeing that Feng Wujiang seemed to be fooling around again, Murong Fuan didn't give him a chance to speak, and knelt down directly, and said loudly: "Your Majesty speaks well, I just want to ask Your Majesty to give the Lin clan justice! Your Majesty, please forgive me!"

Feng Wujiang silently looked at the general in front of him who had been single-handedly promoted by himself. He had changed from a stunned young man to a powerful official who spoke in the court almost as much as him, and he no longer let himself control it.

Hmph, maybe he wasn't just a simple fool at the beginning, but an ambitious wolf.

Feng Wujiang said calmly: "Aiqing, let's live in peace, this matter involves a lot, let Gu think about it for a few more days."

Murong Fu'an wanted to say more, but saw that Feng Wujiang who was seated had already stood up and walked towards the back hall.

His fists were clenched tightly, knowing that today was a waste of time, he was about to turn around and leave.

"Gu remember, Aiqing is almost old, don't you have a woman you like? Gu can propose a marriage for you." Feng Wujiang walked halfway, and suddenly asked.

Murong Fu'an was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I still have a long-cherished wish, getting married and marrying a wife is just a drag, thank you Your Majesty for your kindness."

Feng Wujiang didn't mention it again.

Murong Fuan left the palace, did not go back to his mansion in Beijing, but went straight to a store, outside the store there were three large characters - it was the treasure house that Ling Zhongli Che Feng Qiwu returned empty-handed: Ju'an Pavilion.

The young man who was calling for people to take down the box containing the "No. [-] Wonderful Jade in the World" saw Murong Fu'an come back, and greeted him happily: "Master, you have returned safely! You are so good!"

Murong Fu'an nodded towards him, and then caught a glimpse of the box that the boy was about to take down, he frowned, and asked: "What? Does anyone want this piece of jade?"

The young man nodded: "Yes, not long after you came in, the two begging jade left. It must be because they couldn't get what you wanted."

Murong Fuan looked towards the wall in the courtyard where the words were carved with swords, and said in a low voice: "Luo Xingyuehua reappeared, it proves that Lin Siyan is still alive, and now I can only use this method to find her."

The boy didn't hear clearly: "What are you talking about?"

Murong Fu'an quickly adjusted his mood: "It's nothing. Has anyone come to ask about a piece of jade recently?"

The boy's expression became serious all of a sudden, he leaned close to him and said in a low voice, "Official."

Murong Fuan frowned: "What use does he want this piece of jade?"

At the end, he suddenly thought that the former owner of this piece of jade was Qi Yun Xianzun, and Qi Yun Xianzun was the one who took away Lin Siyan's body after the mutiny that year, on the grounds of burying his brother's only blood, and was probably the only one who saw Lin Siyan for the last time. Linsiyan people.

For so many years, Feng Wujiang has been deceiving himself and others to search for Lin Siyan's trace everywhere, unwilling to believe that she is dead, although he has found nothing.

It is conceivable why he is so blatantly inquiring about this piece of jade now.

Murong Fu'an just thought it was extremely ridiculous, the Feng family was always good at pretending to be affectionate, from the first emperor to the current sage.But when is it not for your own benefit to push your loved one into the abyss?
Dingguo Anbang, the loyal Lin family, from the old prince Lin to Lin Siyan, have become victims of the Feng family's imperial power.

Now Feng Wujiang is afraid to thoroughly investigate the incidents of the sudden death of the old prince Lin in the frontier, the death of the Princess Jinse depressed, and the death of the eldest princess Lin Siyan in the military chaos. I am afraid that it is also to protect his grandfather and father. That's all.

He would rather use the death of Dugu's family as a consolation to Lin's family than to admit his Feng family's mistakes.

Murong Fu'an only felt extremely sad, what was he still counting on?

He shook his head in a self-deprecating manner, and said to the young man: "Keep waiting, the exchange must be made with the whereabouts of the Luo Xing Yue Hua swords, and no matter what rare treasures other people exchange, they will not agree. If there is any difficult person you Then come to my house and look for me." After explaining this, Murong Fu'an was about to leave.

The boy hurriedly said: "Master! Wait!"

Murong Fu'an turned around: "What's wrong?"

The young man spoke hastily: "You said last time, next time you come back to see if I manage the Ju'an Pavilion properly, and then decide whether to let me go to the battlefield... Does that still count?"

Murong Fu'an's expression was calm: "You have done a good job, you are very suitable for this business status."

The boy became anxious when he heard this: "No, master... General Murong, I don't want to be in business, I want to go to the battlefield! I'm going to kill the Sidi people, and I want to avenge my parents!"

Murong Fu'an shook his head, and said: "The battlefield is not a good place, hatred will not let you out, but will make you lose yourself in the blood. You should think about it again."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the pleas of the young man behind him, and left Ju'an Pavilion without looking back.

Today is the annual Flower God Festival in Dongyue Kingdom. The grand night parades on the street, lanterns at temple fairs...all of which are very attractive to couples.

When he returned to Beijing just now, the sky was still early and it was still a bustling scene.But when he came out of the palace and went to Ju'an Pavilion again, it was already a sparsely populated scene.

When he was young, he also liked to join in the excitement, having fun with the common people and enjoying the lanterns.But as he grows older, his heart also grows old, and he only feels that this kind of festival is a vanity and prosperity, which will break at the touch of a touch.

In this way, he walked through the bustling streets, and walked slowly to his former mansion. Since he lived in seclusion last time and was ordered to go to the battlefield in danger, he has not returned to this "home" for almost eight years.

There was only a little boy who was cleaning at the door. When he looked up and saw him, his eyes were wide open: "General, General! You are back!"

Murong Fu'an nodded, and wanted to say a few words to tell the boy to keep his voice down, so as not to disturb the rest of the people in the house...

But the little boy seemed very annoyed: "General, it would be great if you came back earlier for a stick of incense. Just now, Miss Jiarou came and sent a lot of handmade flower cakes to the housekeepers and servants. By the way, she also asked us when you will come back!"

Murong Fu'an was stunned for a moment: "She still lives in the capital all these years? Didn't I tell you to give her some money and send her to Jiangnan?"

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he was. He came back this time to solve the old case. If her identity was revealed, he would be in a dilemma, and he might not be able to keep her.

Xiaotong sighed: "She must have said that she must wait until you come back. It's not like you don't know Miss Jiarou's temperament. How can we persuade you?"

After finishing speaking, he secretly glanced at Murong Fu'an who was in a daze with some regrets: "Besides, Miss Jiarou has always been interested in you, and she is almost 25 years old, and she refuses to marry... General, what are you talking about... Oh, General! Where are you going at this late hour? General!"

Murong Fu'an walked quickly all the way, along the very familiar path that he hadn't stepped on for eight years, but was deeply engraved in his mind, until he reached the embroidery workshop at the end.

This embroidery workshop was the one ten years ago when Murong Fu'an rescued the little girl from the chaos of Dugu's family, he paid her to build it to conceal her identity and earn a living. The years have stained the mottled traces.

Murong Fu'an took a deep breath, controlled his rough strength, and knocked on the door as lightly as possible——

"Who?" The voice in the room was gentle and cautious.

Murong Fu'an whispered: "It's me."

The room was silent for a while, and there was a sound of hurrying, almost running.As soon as the door was opened, a delicate and pleasant girl appeared in front of Murong Fu'an with surprise on her face. It was the girl Lin Siyan met under the wishing tree!

"You're finally back!" The girl was clearly smiling, but her voice was choked with sobs.

Murong Fu'an asked her, "Shall we go in and talk?"

The two entered the house, the girl quickly poured a cup of tea for Murong Fu'an, the water splashed out a few times, she seemed to be in a hurry.

Murong Fu'an interrupted her: "Jia Rou, you must leave the capital as soon as possible. I will send you to the south of the Yangtze River in disguise."

Jiarou was stunned for a moment, her voice trembling: "We just met, and you want to drive me away?"

Murong Fu'an didn't seem to respond, he was silent for a while, and then said: "The government may investigate the old case of the Lin family in a few days, and the Dugu family was involved at that time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to be alone..."

When Dugu Jiarou heard this, she smiled bleakly: "Sure enough, you still refuse to let the Dugu family go, and you won't forgive me..."

Murong Fu'an's expression turned serious immediately: "This is not a question of whether to let the Dugu family go or not, I just want the Lin family to rest in peace!"

Dugu Jiarou said sadly: "But what does this have to do with me? The old prince Lin was killed because Taizong was afraid of the great power of the Lin family and my ancestors who were still in charge of food and grass transportation at that time. Forced to lose the will to survive and die with hatred, Princess Linchang was killed by her cousin who provoked a mutiny due to jealousy... You have told me all this, and I know it all!"

"But, Fu'an, you're treating me so unfairly! Why should I bear your anger? You even went to live in that small village back then, but you refused to see me, and now it's like this again..."

Murong Fu'an clenched his fists fiercely, and growled, "Don't be arrogant now! I'm afraid there will be a big change in the capital after a while, and it will be safe for you to go to the south of the Yangtze River!"

Dugu Jiarou was taken aback by his tone, and after a while, she seemed to compromise, and smiled sadly: "Go to Jiangnan... Okay, I promise you. As long as you want me to do it, I promise you. "

(End of this chapter)