Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu sighed quietly in his heart.

Looking at the whole world, the leader of Dali Kingdom should be the most aggrieved.

There are big families in the country who are constraining them everywhere, the place is not big, and the various forces are complicated. It is already quite difficult to balance the forces of all parties. If one is walking on thin ice and the other is not handled well, it will also lead to a rebellion among the big families in the country and directly replace the emperor. . Duan Yanqing's father Duan Lianyi was killed in such a rebellion.

So as far as Murong Fu is concerned, it is not impossible for Duan Yanqing to restore the country. If Boss Duan can use his half-human, half-ghost appearance to convince Dao Baifeng to gain the support of the big family behind him, the country can be restored. It's also entirely possible. But in terms of probability, it is probably about the same as the probability of a team from a certain eastern country winning the Hercules Cup in later generations. After all, sometimes, the difference between ideal and reality is really a bit far.

In this case, the conventional operation method should be to divert internal conflicts by establishing an external enemy to achieve the purpose of uniting people's hearts and taking action. The most typical operation is that Zhuge Wuhou marched out of Qishan in six months, and Jiang Wei made nine expeditions in the Central Plains. But with the size of Dali, looking around, well, harmony is the most important thing.

Therefore, unable to act internally or externally, and with the government in turmoil, all the kings of Dali appeared to be extremely "Buddhist", either practicing martial arts or studying Buddhist scriptures. Of course they know that as a lord, managing the country well and making the country rich and powerful is more powerful than any martial arts, but they have no choice. Instead of being melancholy, it is better to cut off three thousand worries and accompany the old monk Ku Rong to chant sutras.

Look, Duan Zhengchun, the emperor's younger brother who is nominally in charge of Dali's civil and military affairs, has to be so determined to recognize his own daughter. What does it mean to be an emperor?

There is even less motivation to do any tricks to revive Dayan, okay?

The atmosphere suddenly became a little subtle.

After all, Duan Zhengchun has been in a high position for a long time, so he can handle this situation easily. After smiling awkwardly, he immediately returned to his original demeanor: "So Mr. Murong has already fallen in love with someone? But I don't know which family's daughter he is?"

By coincidence, she is still your daughter.

Murong Fu said this silently in his heart, but did not say it out loud.

"She is the daughter of Uncle Murong Fu's family. Her surname is Wang. I believe that the prince must have met her that day in the Deaf and Mute Valley."

Murong Fu smiled.

"It turns out that Miss Wang at that time was the sweetheart of Mr. Murong. Mr. Murong killed Ding Chunqiu in front of the world's heroes, which eliminated a major disaster for the martial arts in the Central Plains. Now he has found a good match. It is really gratifying. Mr. Murong will be like this in the future. When they get married, Dali will definitely prepare a generous gift to congratulate the young master."

Duan Zhengchun was also a person who had experienced strong winds and waves, so he moved the embarrassing topic elsewhere in just a few words.

But as Duan Zhengchun spoke, his heart couldn't help but jump twice: the pretty girl who looked like Li Qingluo that day had left such a profound impression on him that he couldn't help but doubt her.

Suddenly, Duan Zhengchun asked again: "I wonder where Mr. Murong's uncle lives now? Does he hold any position?"

Murong Fu said: "My uncle passed away many years ago, and now only my aunt Wang is a widow. My cousin has lived with my aunt at Mantuo Mountain Villa on the 49th Water Road, which is far away from here since she was a child. It just so happened that Murong Fu wanted to visit my aunt. If King Nan doesn’t mind being presumptuous, why don’t you go together?”

Please, old father-in-law, it’s up to you whether you can get your mother-in-law to let go!

After all, now that I have martial arts and status, all I need is a beautiful girl as beautiful as a fairy to be the mistress of Yanziwu. What's more, as Murong Fu, he didn't even pursue the pursuit of winning Wang Yuyan, so he was no different from a salted fish.

As for what kind of Shura field Prince Duan will encounter in the future and how to resolve it, Murong Fu said: He must believe in the wisdom of his father-in-law.

Duan Zhengchun thought for a moment, and he wanted to change the topic quickly. Moreover, he really wanted to clear up his doubts, so he agreed.

So, Abi prepared a boat, took a small boat, and took Murong Fu and Duan Zhengchun in the direction of Mantuo Villa without any entourage, leaving Ruan Xingzhu behind to comfort her orphaned daughter.

Along the way, there were vast mist and picturesque scenery, with trees singing in the leaves, and fish playing with lotuses. Murong Fu had seen this scenery many times, but Duan Zhengchun had not seen much of it since he had lived in Dali for a long time, and he was amazed all the way.

Not long after, they arrived in front of Mantuo Villa.

The stewards of Mantuo Villa are still the same wives as before, but now everyone knows that the Murong family and the Wang family have reconciled, and there is a high probability that the uncle of the Wang family will still be Murong Fu in the future. The master's attitude changed. Naturally, their servants would not be so blind, so Murong Fu and others were welcomed in very politely.

A few people took a rest in the front hall, and a woman went down to report.

Not long after, Mrs. Wang's voice came from the back hall: "Fu Guan, you little devil, it's been a few months since you last took Yuyan out, and you came here again so soon. Do you regard our Wang family as your own?" "

Although her words were not polite, she was full of smiles and did not look angry at all. She was dressed in light yellow palace clothes and had a head full of pearls. She looked like a concubine and a fairy. She came to the crowd surrounded by maids and women. .

However, as soon as she came in front of everyone and saw who was coming, Mrs. Wang stayed where she was.

"You, it's you?!"

The moment she saw Duan Zhengchun's face clearly, Mrs. Wang felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and all the past events came to her mind like wisps of smoke.

Her heart felt like a ball of cotton. It was hard to describe the complicated feeling. She was both happy to see the lover she had longed for, and also resentful that she had not heard from him for so many years.

She originally heard that Murong Fu brought his friends over, and she only thought it was some strange person and strange thing in the world. Originally, based on her usual behavior, she would never meet these people, but after all, she was the prospective son-in-law who had already acquiesced, so she still had to give them some face.

But I didn't want this to come out, and it would be a surprise from heaven.

"A'luo, A'luo, it's really you. How have you been all these years?"

In the end, it was Duan Zhengchun who spoke first, feeling a mixture of sadness and joy.

At this moment, Duan Zhengchun also had tears in his eyes.

Among his lovers, Mrs. Wang is the most difficult one. Other women, such as Qin Hongmian, Ruan Xingzhu, etc., either want to take him to live in seclusion and fly together, or they just want to stay with him forever. However, Mrs. Wang was extremely violent. Knowing that Duan Zhengchun already had a wife, she forced him to kill his wife and marry her again. It was precisely because of this that Duan Zhengchun couldn't bear the disturbance and finally left without saying goodbye. Seeing each other again after many years, all the past affections came to mind, all the bad things were left behind, and only the tenderness of the past was remembered.