Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 448 Homecoming

"Brother Aguda, just send us here. If we continue walking, we will soon reach the territory of the Song Dynasty."

At the Liao-Song border, Murong Fu once again said goodbye to the Wanyan people who had accompanied him for hundreds of miles and were still reluctant to leave.

Aguda sighed and said, "Well, just like what you people in the Central Plains say, after sending you a thousand miles away, we must finally say goodbye. I don't know when we will see each other again after this separation."

Murong Fu patted Aguda's broad shoulders and said comfortingly, "I think we will see each other again soon."

The two looked at each other and smiled, saying nothing.

After thinking for a while, Murong Fu reminded again: "Remember to keep the small black flag I gave you. It will be of great use later."

Aguda laughed and said, "I know. You have reminded me many times along the way. I have nothing to say. Yingge, do you have anything else to say? Eh, Yingge?"

Aguda looked back, but did not see his younger sister who had been following him all the way, and sighed in his heart.

Murong Fuyi bowed and said: "We will meet again someday."

After saying that, he leaped up, used his light Kung Fu skills and disappeared into the vast snow.

When Murong Fu's figure could no longer be seen, Aguda sighed, without looking back, and said softly: "Everyone has gone far away, don't hide anymore."

There were a few crunching sounds of footsteps on the snow, and Wanyan Yingge's pretty figure appeared next to Aguda. Aguda turned around to look at his sister and was immediately startled.

Yingge's pretty face was now covered with tears. Aguda sighed and said, "Why are you doing this?"

Yingge said quietly, "He belongs to Jiangnan, not here."

Murong Fu is very fast.

He was already quite skilled, and after mastering the skill of free and unrestrained wind, his lightness skill reached an astonishing level. Riding a horse was too useless for Murong Fu now. In addition, he was worried about Wang Yuyan, who was already six months pregnant, and he was eager to go home, so he rushed back day and night. It only took him three days to get from Yanmen Pass, from Liao territory to Song Dynasty, and then to Gusu.

Suzhou, Taihu Lake.

Spring in the south of the Yangtze River comes much earlier than in the north of the Great Wall. Although it is still cold, the willows on the lakeside have quietly sprouted new buds. The water is still clear and the mountains are still green, as if there is no difference from when I left.

But everything changed again.

When he first arrived two years ago, he was a young man from an aristocratic family with no martial arts skills and a life in danger. Now he controls the most powerful force in the martial arts world, has unparalleled martial arts skills, and more importantly, has a beautiful woman to spend his life with.

However, at the moment, a very realistic problem lies before him: how should he get home?

It's funny to say that the world-famous Nan Murong couldn't get in at the door of his house. Because the Murong family had been secretive for many years, the location of Yanziwu was unknown to outsiders, and no boatman knew how to get to Yanziwu. In order to keep things quiet in the future, Murong Fu couldn't give directions to a boatman.

Just when Murong Fu was thinking about buying a boat and rowing back by himself, melodious piano music came from afar, and a smile appeared on Murong Fu's lips.

From a distance, on the painted boat, a beautiful lady in green clothes sat alone at the bow, gently stroking the zither with her bare hands, her eyebrows like spring mountains, and a smile on her lips. The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan, the picturesque lake and mountains in front of you, seems to be specially designed for the beauty in front of you.

Murong Fu couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and couldn't help but call out softly: "Abi."

The person on the painting boat seemed to sense something, and raised her beautiful eyes slightly, just in time to meet the gaze of Murong Fu on the shore.

"Ah, sir!"

Surprised, A-Bi hurriedly ordered the woman rowing the boat to speed up and reach the shore.

"Abi, how did you know I would come back today?" Murong Fu asked with a smile.

Ah Bi was still as gentle as ever, and said softly, "Since the young master left, my cousin has missed him every day and hoped that he would return soon, so she ordered me to sail to the lake every day to wait for him. I didn't expect that I would finally see the young master today."

Even though they were married, Ah Bi was still used to calling Wang Yuyan "cousin", and nothing seemed to have changed. Murong Fu was slightly startled, and then a mischievous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Oh? It's just that the cousin misses me, Ah Bi, don't you miss me at all?"

Two red clouds flew up her jade cheeks. Although the window paper had been broken long ago, facing Murong Fu's teasing, Ah Bi's gentle personality still made her instinctively feel shy. She lowered her head and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Ah Bi also misses you, every day."

Murong Fu couldn't help but hold the beauty in his arms.

Yanziwu sounds mysterious, but in fact it can be reached very quickly by water route.

"Sister Ah Zhu, go tell Miss Biao that the young master is back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ah Zhu disappeared and Wang Yuyan's figure flashed to the door.

Although she is six months pregnant, her pregnancy is not obvious.

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Murong Fu laughed heartily, feeling that all the hardships of traveling during the past few months had turned into willow catkins blowing in the wind.

"Yuyan, I'm back."

A few months later.

Outside the delivery room, a group of people were waiting anxiously.

Madam Wang took small steps and walked around in circles for who knows how many times: "Why isn't it healed yet? It didn't take this long when I gave birth to Yuyan!"

Duan Zhengchun had set out from Dali half a year ago to come to Gusu to witness the birth of his first grandson. Although Dao Baifeng was very jealous, she was forced by the situation and she had her own guilty conscience, so she could only accept the fact.

Duan Zhengchun's brothers intended to let Duan Yu take over, and gradually let Duan Yu take care of some routine government affairs. In this way, Duan Zhengchun had more free time. He, the King of Zhennan in Dali, was happy and comfortable. He stayed in Gusu for a year or so, and seemed to be reluctant to leave.

Duan Zhengchun comforted her: "A Luo, Yu Yan will be fine. Don't worry too much."

Unexpectedly, Li Qingluo rolled her almond-shaped eyes and glared at Duan Zhengchun fiercely: "Humph, you are good at talking cheap words. When I was pregnant with Yuyan, where were you, a heartless person, having fun? Humph!"

Duan Zhengchun didn't expect that his well-intentioned comfort would actually cause trouble for his ex-lover and cause him to bring up old grudges. He had never encountered such a situation before and was dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

Murong Fu glanced at the old lovers and ignored them. He wanted to get into the delivery room. However, due to the old rules of this era, it was unlucky for a man to enter the delivery room, so he could only stay outside anxiously. Fortunately, with his extraordinary hearing, he heard his beloved wife's breathing was even and calm, and knew that she was fine, so he felt relieved.

Finally, the door of the delivery room opened, and Ah Zhu and Ah Bi came out, each holding a swaddling cloth, with smiles on their faces: "Congratulations, young master, it's a pair of twins. The Murong family welcomes a young master and a young lady, it's a great joy."