Marry Wang Yuyan at the beginning

In front of Murong's old house.

Deng Baichuan and Gongyegan are welcoming the guests.

Seeing that the time was almost up, but Murong Fu's figure had not yet been seen, he was a little anxious.

Just as I was about to ask, I saw a group of officers and soldiers walking towards the old house, embracing others.

Taking a closer look, the officers and soldiers hugging each other are exactly Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan, they hurried forward to greet them:

"Master, are you here?"

"Big Brother, Second Brother, are you all here?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.

Deng Baichuan nodded, took out the guest list, and compared them one by one: "Except for a few people who have not yet arrived, the rest are all here."

"Hehe, let's go!" Murong Fu nodded and didn't care.

However, just as he took a step into the mansion door, a soft voice came to his ears:

"The head of the house is the head of the house, and the ostentation is extraordinary. Even walking requires officers and soldiers to open the way, admiration, admiration."

Murong Fu raised his eyes and glanced at the person who was speaking, seeing that he was about 25 or [-] years old and looked unfamiliar, he asked, "Who is he?"

"He is Murong Feipeng, the eldest son of Murong Xingguo, the owner of Bailongshan Yunhe Village." Gong Yegan said after looking through the guest list.

Murong Fu was speechless, the more rubbish the person, the longer the name.

Like him, as long as you say the word Nan Murong, everyone in the world will know it, and everyone will know it.

I wanted to use him as a prestige, but when I heard the name, I was disgusted, so I ignored him and went straight to the old house hall.

"Murong Fu, you..."

Murong Feipeng wanted to yell, but he saw Murong Fu's eyes glowing black, and he looked over.

In an instant, he felt a mountain pressing down, sending chills down his back.

The miscellaneous words that I wanted to utter were swallowed back into my stomach.

It wasn't until Murong Fu completely disappeared that he felt relieved and whispered something.

"Made! Why is this guy so wicked?"

Murong Fu came to the entrance of the hall and scanned the left and right, the originally noisy environment.

Suddenly quiet down.

Everyone's breath became clearly visible.

"Haha, everyone, uncle, long time no see."

Seeing Murong Fu's smiling face, everyone in the hall breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter who it is, they immediately stood up to greet them.

"My lord, you are welcome."

"Young master's complexion is getting more rosy, and his skills must be more refined."

"Young master is imposing, young and promising, I can't wait."

...

Hearing everyone's praise, Murong Fu waved his hands indifferently.

"You are all elders, you don't have to be polite."

"Please sit down."

After finishing speaking, he was not polite, and sat in the first place openly.

Turning around, I really found a few people I knew.

Such as Murong Jiu, Zhang Jing, Gu Renyu, Duan Hefei and so on.

"Please~" "Please~" "Please~"

When everyone saw Murong Fu sit down, they also sat down one after another.

Murong Fu said: "Unexpectedly, I, Murong, can come back this year with so many people from separated families. It's really not easy."

"Haha, not bad." Murong Zheng followed with a smile and said, "If the previous Patriarch hadn't been headstrong and conceited, the families wouldn't have been separated, and they could only be reunited today."

When everyone heard this, they fell silent for a moment.

This old thing is slandering Murong Bo, isn't it, is this the rhythm of tearing faces?

Deng Baichuan stood in front of Murong Fu and shouted: "Murong Zheng, what are you doing?"

Murong Fu scratched his head, looked at the white clouds outside the hall along the window, and said calmly:

"What kind of enmity is there, what kind of grievance is there, can we talk about it after the ancestor worship?"

Murong was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect Murong Fu to be so calm when he suddenly made trouble.

Song Siyuan, who was at the side, saw that the atmosphere was not good, and persuaded him: "Everyone, you are all famous people in the Jianghu. It is still important to pay attention to ancestor worship, and it is okay to talk about other things later."

"Master Song, this is not allowed! Today, you just came here, and I want to report that Murong Fu deliberately arranged for his clansmen to poison the city of Gusu in order to gain fame, causing the whole city to be in danger."

Murong stood up and said righteously.

"This..." Song Yongsi glanced at Murong Fu, seeing his indifferent face, boldly asked: "Do you have evidence?"

The corner of Murong Zheng's mouth raised, and he called a few servants from the old house, and said:

"These are the people who poisoned Murong Fu."

Then, he took out a notepad from his pocket and said:

"This is the notebook of Murong Jingyue of our family. In it, he personally recorded Murong Fu's crimes. Please read it."

Song Yongsi reached out to take the notepad that Murong Zheng handed over.

Following the other party's prompt, they turned to the page that recorded Murong Fu instigating Murong Jingyue to poison him.

"Mr. Murong, this?"

Murong Fu drank a cup of tea indifferently, and said, "Hehe, it's not surprising that these evidences can be forged."