[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

The summer of the tenth year of Xining in the Northern Song Dynasty came earlier than in previous years, and the weather in May was already dull and disturbing.After noon, the originally green and lovely shade of vegetation and flowers outside Yanziwu seemed listless due to the high hanging sun.However, under the scorching sun that everyone avoids, there is still a young man standing with a sword and practicing hard.

The boy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and at this moment, he was stabbing the long sword in his hand repeatedly at a jade ring hanging in front of him without distraction.The jade ring is about the size of a baby's palm, and the hollow part can only accommodate two fingers to penetrate it. However, the sword edge stabbed by the young man did not touch the jade ring at all. One hundred swords, two hundred swords, there is no difference in strength and speed.

"Ahem... Fuguan's swordsmanship has improved a lot." In a bedroom not far from the boy, a slightly sick woman leaned on the couch and sighed softly.Listening to her voice seemed to be gratifying, but there was no joy on her face, instead she looked full of melancholy that could not be resolved.

Accompanying the woman was a middle-aged servant woman in her 50s. Although she never wore silk or brocade, she was neatly dressed, with two silver hairpins on her head, which looked very decent.Hearing what the hostess said, she immediately praised with a smile all over her face: "Young master is talented and hardworking, he will become a master in the future!"

After hearing this, the woman only smiled wryly, and murmured in a low voice: "The Murong family has only one bloodline left now, and the burden of great achievements for thousands of years falls on his shoulders... It's a pity, I can't see that day... ..."

Hearing such ominous words from the hostess, the maid hurriedly apologized and persuaded, "Why did Madam say this? It's just a minor illness, and it will be cured when the autumn is clear. In the future, the son will be famous, and the days when Madam can enjoy it are still here." What's behind!"

However, the mistress of the Murong family obviously lost interest in this topic, and asked again: "Mother Gui, the little girl I asked you to find the day before yesterday..."

Gui's mother heard the hostess mentioning the things she asked her to do the day before yesterday, and she immediately became overjoyed. She bowed and said, "Go back to Madam, I've found it. Madam, would you like to take a look?" Know the details of Murong's family.The Murong family in Gusu has a rich family but a small family. Mrs. Murong has been a widow for many years and has only one son at her knees. He is fourteen years old and his name is "Fu".This time Mrs. Murong chose a girl to serve her only son. If she could win her favor, she would be able to enjoy all the glory and wealth.

Mrs. Murong shook her head and said: "Since you are serving Fuguan, let Fuguan choose himself."

Mother Gui has served the mistress of Murong's family for many years, and knows that she has a strong nature, no matter how big or small, she is arbitrary, and she has always controlled the posthumous child like a puppet.Now that she heard that the hostess wanted her son to make decisions on his own this time, she felt a slight shock in her heart.The only remaining blood of Murong's family is at ease with all the strict arrangements of his mother in schoolwork and life; His cold eyes always make people tremble with fear, as if all the secrets and treachery are hidden in front of him.

About an hour later, Murong Fu finished his day's martial arts homework, changed his clothes and went to Mrs. Murong's bedroom to visit his mother.I saw him standing at the gate in a seedling-colored robe with dark patterns behind his back. He was tall and tall, with a nose job and deep eyes, and his skin was whiter than snow. Picturesque, beautiful and unparalleled.

The moment her son stepped into the room, Mrs. Murong subconsciously turned her head and glanced at the lotus flower outside the house. The lotus petals standing on the water waves were slowly opening their third petals, just like every time in the past two months. .Even what he said did not change, he said: "The son has seen his mother, is the mother's health better today?"

As soon as Murong Fu's words fell, Mama Gui brought up the decoction with precision.

"Mother Laogui." Murong Fu skillfully took the medicine bowl, took a sip, and brought it to Mrs. Murong, saying in a warm voice: "Mother, it's time to take the medicine."

This same sentence that had been said for two months suddenly made Mrs. Murong feel disgusted, instead of taking the medicine bowl as usual, she pushed the medicine bowl full of medicine juice hard.

Murong Fu's arm trembled slightly due to the force of this push, and then stabilized quickly, the full medicinal juice shook twice in the bowl, only one or two drops splashed on his jade-like fingers.He lowered his eyes calmly, and slightly raised his sharp eyebrows.Murong Fuyuan is a descendant of the Xianbei ethnic group. Compared with the gentle appearance of the people from the Central Plains, Murong Fuyuan is more stern. At this time, his calm and solemn demeanor shows a cold and coercive temperament, which makes people quite awed.Madam Gui, who was standing by the side, had long been afraid to speak, and even Mrs. Murong, who was Murong Fu's mother, was heartbroken when she saw her son's expression of imitating a husband.Murong Fu didn't know that his mother would always be afraid of certain actions and expressions he inadvertently showed, that quiet reservedness and arrogance, that kind of condescending indifference, which made people feel uncomfortable. close.After a while, Murong Fu put the medicine bowl in his hand aside, and said nonchalantly: "Mother's illness has been going on for a long time and hasn't improved, it must be a mistake by a quack doctor, why don't you ask Brother Deng to find another good doctor to diagnose my mother's pulse tomorrow."

It was as if the episode that had been paused started playing again. This unplanned sentence obviously eased Mrs. Murong's mood a little. She shook her head and said, "No need, this medicine is fine for me." After a pause , and seemed to point out dissatisfied. "You should put your studies first, and don't fail the expectations of your ancestors."

When Mrs. Murong said such words, Murong Fu immediately got up and bowed his head, and stood up and said yes.

They are clearly close relatives, mother and son, but they get along so politely, the atmosphere in the room can't help but stagnate again.Until Mother Gui stepped forward to break the silence: "Madam, those girls..."

Mrs. Murong breathed a sigh of relief, gave Mama Gui a look of approval, calmed down and said calmly, "Bring it up."

Murong Fu immediately said: "Son, don't disturb..."

How did he know that Mrs. Murong interrupted him before he finished speaking. "Just stay and have a look."

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows in surprise, Mrs. Murong never liked him being distracted by anyone or anything other than his studies.Just when he had no idea, Mother Gui had already stepped forward to explain his doubts. "My lord, what Madam means is that this girl was bought to serve my lord, so I want my lord to be sympathetic." According to the rules of the Song Dynasty, the master's family took the slave's contract of sale to control the servant's life and death. Whether she came to serve as a maidservant or a concubine is only a matter of the master's thought.

Murong Fu obviously understood what Gui's mother meant, and just bowed and said, "Thank you mother for taking care of my son." He originally wanted to show embarrassment or gratitude in line with his age, but his skill points were not added to his acting skills. On the floor, the voice is still calm and flat, with a clean look, no change in mood can be seen.

After a while, three little girls about five or six years old stood in the room.Mrs. Murong asked them what their names were and what they would do when they were old.Among the three, the girl in the peach red short jacket is the most beautiful, she stepped forward with a smile on the corner of her mouth and answered: "Mrs. Hui, the maidservant's name is Huan'er, she is six years old this year, she can plan, grind and sing."

Mrs. Murong nodded with a smile, and turned her eyes to the girl in the purple short skirt.The girl's brows were bright but her expression was dull, she stepped forward as if she was being frightened and answered in a low voice: "My name is A'Zhu, I am five years old this year."

Mrs. Murong was already dissatisfied seeing her being so indifferent and rude, she didn't want the third girl wearing a brown short jacket to be even more unbearable, her expression was frightened and her speech was slurred, and she cried out of fear before she even said her name.

Mrs. Murong's expression turned cold, and she was about to reprimand, when Murong Fu suddenly said: "Mother, let her and A'Zhu stay." Mrs. Murong was feeling surprised, but Murong Fu turned to Mama Gui and said, " Mother Gui is an old man by her mother's side, and she is considered half a close relative after so many years of ups and downs. Sister Huan'er is her mother's niece. Even if the Murong family is poor, she can still protect her future as a wife. How can she use this tea The water-handling slut?"

Mother Gui was startled when Murong Fu said that she had a relationship with Po Huan'er, she hurriedly knelt down and defended: "Ma'am, my brother's family suffered a disaster, and he really can't afford to support this child. She didn't intend to deceive Madam, please learn from Madam!"

Mrs. Murong glanced at the fabric of Huan'er's body calmly, and sighed, "I have been in love with Mama Gui for so many years, why didn't Mama tell you earlier? Get up quickly and go to the account to withdraw five pennies. For my son to teach you how to separate your brothers?"

Mother Gui felt a pain in her heart. She had been in the Murong family for many years and knew its extravagance.Mother Gui opened her eyes by being with Mrs. Murong, and the poor life in her hometown was no longer unbearable.Now seeing Mrs. Murong's long-term illness is difficult to recover, she fears that she will not live long, and she has tried to curry favor with the little master Murong Fu to no avail.It was inevitable that after Mrs. Murong's death, she would be sent home, so she had no choice but to take a slant and try to make up her mind about Murong Fu's inner life.In order to please Mrs. Murong, she spent no less than five guan on grooming and dressing up her niece, but at this moment, she could only kowtow to thank her, not daring to make more troubles.

After Huan'er stepped back, Mrs. Murong took another look at the No. 3 girl who was still sobbing, and said casually, "Her name is Azhu, so you can call her Abi." Then she told Mama Gui, "Take them down to teach them a lesson." Rules, I'm tired."

Mother Gui hurriedly said yes, and Murong Fu also said, "Son resigns." After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Murong Fu walked so swiftly, Mrs. Murong couldn't help being startled again, her eyes were slightly red.

Gui's mother suffered a secret loss just now, and she didn't care about the estrangement between mother and child, so she dragged the two little girls and hurried out.

Abi is the daughter of a farmer in the countryside. Her younger brother is seriously ill and has no money to treat her, so her father sells her.She had never seen such a rich family when she grew up, she was frightened for a moment and couldn't answer, she didn't want the little master to buy her despite her clumsiness.Thinking of her younger brother being able to have money to buy medicine, she was already full of gratitude, and secretly felt that the little master was a good person.After going out, she secretly went to look at the little master standing under a willow tree, and she was dazed by just one glance.

I saw Murong Fu looking up at the sky with his hands behind his back, just standing there quietly, he has already stepped out of Juechen and Gao Yi as if they are in a fairyland.The bright and light sunlight fell on his cheeks, making them more and more white and handsome.He silently watched the Swallows circling above his head for a while, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Yanyan Wuxin, on the west side of Taihu Lake, follow the clouds. The peaks are clear and bitter, and it rains at dusk." His voice was deep and magnetic, like a sanskrit bell ringing.After a while, Murong Fu suddenly smiled to himself, and thought to himself: Even Wang Yuyan has appeared, so what does it matter to have A'Zhu and A'Bi?

Murong Fu was originally not Murong Fu, he came from modern society, an accident made him travel through thousands of years to the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Northern Song Dynasty.The family lives in Yanziwu, Gusu, his father's name is Murong Bo, and his own name is Murong Fu. He told himself that it was a coincidence; he was originally a descendant of the Xianbei royal family, and the Murong family was determined to restore the country for generations. until four years ago when her cousin was born and named Wang Yuyan, all thoughts were lost in the end.

From the founding of Qianyan in 334 A.D. to the demise of Nanyan in 409 A.D., the Murong family of Xianbei established four Yan dynasties successively in just 75 years, but in the end they could not escape the fate of death.Until the year of his birth, the first year of Zhiping in the Northern Song Dynasty, 1064 A.D., more than [-] years of Murong's glory have passed.Today, the world is peaceful and people are peaceful, and Murong's Dayan Kingdom, as a separatist regime established by Xianbei aliens during the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms period, no one even misses it after its fall.Murong Fu really didn't understand why even in such a bleak situation, his physical parents and retainers still couldn't forget this vain emperor's dream. For this reason, they could even annihilate family affection and humanity, fanatically like joining a pyramid scheme.Regarding the struggles of the Murong family through the ages, he didn't know whether he should say "admiration" or "sickness"!

However, no matter what Murong Fu thinks in his heart, he still has no self-control for his current destiny.Mrs. Murong should be the good wife that all men in the world dream of. After her husband "passes away", she can still uphold his last wish and raise her posthumous child carefully, hoping that one day her son can complete the unfinished business of Lao Tzu.Perhaps it is precisely because of her deep love for her husband, relatively, the mother's love that can be distributed to her son is much less.For these years, Mrs. Murong has been strict with Murong Fu, to the point where the two have nothing to say when they get along with each other except for their martial arts lessons and their plans to restore the country.But no matter how complicated Murong Fu's emotions are about his biological mother, after reading the original book, he already knows that his mother probably won't make it through this year.

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Note: Regarding the origin of Azhu Abi, ahem... It is different from the original setting.The development of this article will focus on Murong Fu, and as needed, many people's roles will be added, and many people's roles will be reduced.And some less important clues in the original work may be changed due to the needs of the service plot, please forgive me! O(∩_∩)O~

Director: Murong, the newcomer is here, do you have anything to say to everyone?

Murong: Can I swear?

Director: No!

Murong: Then there is nothing to say!