Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

In a dark secret room in Wushuang City, several Guishara disciples wearing iron masks were surrounding a stone table. On the table was a dense piece of parchment, filled with information.

"The name Murong Fu appears more and more in various news."

A figure said, the voice coming out through the mask, looking particularly cold and hard.

"Indeed, he rose to prominence in just a few months. Not only did he defeat Dugu Yifang, the lord of Wushuang City, but he also made Mingyue of the Ming family surrender."

"This man is no small matter."

Another figure added.

"So, how should we act?" asked the third Guishara disciple.

“Stay on the sidelines.

But at the same time, spies were sent to gather more information. "

The first disciple of Guishara made a decision.

And soon.

On the streets of Wushuang City, a young woman was holding a porcelain bottle, seemingly walking casually, but in fact she was looking at everything around her with keen eyes.

She is the spy sent by Guishara's disciples.

Suddenly, her eyes were fixed in front of a restaurant, where some people gathered and were discussing the recent events.

"I heard that Murong Fu took control of Wushuang City in just a few months."

said a middle-aged man.

"Hey, that man is not simple. I heard that he has super strong martial arts and can transmit sounds thousands of miles!" A young man responded enthusiastically.

The woman quickly wrote down this information and quickly left the restaurant.

And the other side.

In Murong Fu's kitchen.

The heat in the kitchen was steaming, and the pig lung soup in the iron pot was steaming. You Ruo watched the fire flickering slightly, but her heart was spinning a thousand times.

She gently stirred the soup in the pot with a thin-handled wooden spoon, and couldn't help thinking: "Why does Mr. Murong like this seemingly ordinary pig lung soup so much?"

"Girl, are you making pig lung soup again?" A chef came over and asked with a smile.

Youruo smiled slightly and said nothing.

These chefs looked at her somewhat strangely because she was not a chef, but Murong Fu particularly liked the food she cooked, especially the pig lung soup.

When the chef saw that she was silent, he stopped talking and turned around to do his own work.

And soon.

In Murong Fu's dining room.

Murong Fu sat on the main seat, with steaming pig lung soup in an exquisite jade porcelain bowl.

He picked up the soup bowl and took a slow sip.

There was no expression on the surface, but his eyes trembled slightly, and it was obvious that the taste of the soup did not meet his expectations.

Youruo stood aside, holding a tray in his hand, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

She noticed Murong Fu's subtle reaction after drinking the soup and thought to herself: "It seems that the pig lung soup this time has not reached the standards of a young master."

Murong Fu put down the bowl, glanced at Youruo, and said with a smile: "Youruo, is there anything special about the pig lung soup you made today?"

Youruo was startled for a moment, and then replied softly: "To tell you the truth, sir, I specially added a few slices of angelica today to harmonize the taste of pig lungs."

When Murong Fu heard this, his eyes moved slightly, as if he was weighing something, "The combination of angelica root and pig lung is indeed a good attempt, but it seems there are still some shortcomings."

When You Ruo heard this, her heart tightened.

Although she remained calm on the surface, she knew deep down that every time she cooked food for Murong Fu, she was an opportunity to assassinate him.

But now, she was more concerned about how to make food that satisfied Murong Fu.

“Even if it’s not perfect, it’s done with care.”

Murong Fu smiled, "Food made with care is always unforgettable."

A trace of surprise appeared on Youruo's face, and then a little bit of relief.

She lowered her head slightly and said softly: "Thank you for the compliment, Master."

Murong Fu looked at her and suddenly had a plan in his mind.

He felt that this seemingly weak woman had an indescribable hardness and hidden loneliness in her heart.

"You don't seem to enjoy being here."

Murong Fu suddenly spoke, his tone slightly tentative.

Youruo's heart moved, but her expression did not change at all, "It doesn't matter where I am, what matters is what I can do for the young master."

Murong Fu smiled: "Your words are always so polite, but I can feel that you are a little uncomfortable."

Youruo was silent for a moment, and finally chose to respond: "Perhaps my previous life has made me accustomed to wrapping myself very tightly to prevent others from seeing the weakness in my heart."

Hearing this, Murong Fu's eyes flashed with deep thought, "Weakness is not a shortcoming, everyone is weak sometimes.

What matters is how we face it. "

After hearing these words, You Ruo felt as if she had been hit in the vital point, and couldn't help but be speechless.

Murong Fu smiled slightly and then changed the topic. "

What kind of flowers do you like? "he asked suddenly.

You Ruo was relieved by this relaxed question and smiled slightly, "I like Qiangwei."

"Rose?" Murong Fu raised his eyebrows, "She looks soft, but she is actually strong and thorny inside.

Very similar to you. "

"Young Master, you've been rewarded."

You Ruo blushed slightly, but there was a hint of warmth in her heart.

"No, I'm telling the truth."

"I think you are the kind of person who has been through a lot of hardships but is still resilient, just like Rose."

Murong Fu said seriously.

Youruo's heart moved. No one had ever interpreted her so seriously, even if it was just related to her favorite flower.

Suddenly there was a complex emotion in her heart.

When Murong Fu saw this, he knew that this was a good opportunity.

He stood up, walked to Youruo, and took out a white peony from the vase, "Do you know the meaning of this flower?"

"Noble, gorgeous.".

You Ruo replied.

“Not only that, but it also represents a unique emotion – a beautiful vision for the future.”

Murong Fu slowly handed the peony to You Ruo.

Youruo took the flower and felt mixed emotions in her heart.

This was the first time she felt that she was not alone.

soon.

The time comes at night.

In the study, Murong Fu stood in front of the rosewood desk, holding a jade slip in one hand and looking deeply into his eyes.

The dark carpet covers the ground tightly, forming a solemn and quiet atmosphere with the surrounding carved wooden screens.

The god-level selection system suddenly rang: "The host can choose the following options. Option one is to stay in the study to observe the situation.

Plan two is to go to the Chenghuang Temple to find Rong Po, the domineering enemy, to check and balance the Tianxiahui.

Plan three is to secretly send people to investigate the developments in Dugu Mansion. "

Murong Fu raised his brows and thought: "The domineering world will gradually emerge. If it is not checked and balanced early, it will become a big trouble in the future."

So he chose the second option.

"The selection is completed, and the host receives a Yuan Gathering Pill."

The system prompt beeped.

Then, Murong Fu picked up a dark cloak, put it on his body, and then walked out of the study slowly.

He planned to go to the Chenghuang Temple to find the person called Rong Po.