[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

Early the next morning, A'Zhu came to kowtow to Murong Fu before leaving, thanking him for his ten years of nurturing.A'Zhu knew in his heart that if we parted today, maybe we would never see each other again in this life.She looked at Murong Fu's cold face, tears rolling down uncontrollably. "My lord, do you have anything else to say to A'Zhu? My lord, do you still remember that we were in the capital at that time, and my lord and brother Xiao had a drinking competition and chatted about state affairs..."

Murong Fu stayed up all night, his temples on both sides especially felt throbbing pain.Hearing A'Zhu's mention of the past at this time, he was even more impetuous, he couldn't help waving his hands and said: "A'Zhu, don't say any more..." He opened his mouth, trying to explain something.However, when the words came to his lips, he felt that thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to say them, so he only sighed heavily in the end.

A'Zhu immediately burst into tears, all the people around her were full of blessings for her and Xiao Feng's success.But overnight, she had to choose between Xiao Feng and the son who raised her, and there was no turning back. "My lord, you and Brother Xiao are good brothers who are bound together in Jinlan. Don't you have anything else to say to Brother Xiao?"

what can I say?Murong Fu was just at a loss in his heart.After a few breaths, he said slowly: "A'Zhu, if... Xiao Feng asks about Murong's family in the future..." Murong Fu couldn't help but smile.He has been with Xiao Feng for ten years and knows his temper well.This person is very proud, knowing that he has mistakenly made an enemy with a villain, and this villain dare not even show up on the day of the engagement, fearing that he will never look down on him again in this life, let alone mention him again. "...If he happens to ask, you will know that there is nothing to say. Don't cause a rift between you and your husband because of such a trivial matter."

Seeing that Murong Fu was planning for her at this moment, Azhu threw herself on Murong Fu's knee and wailed loudly. "My lord, why?... Why is this all?"

Murong Fu was so tired that he couldn't even muster up the energy to comfort Ah Zhu. "Let's go... just live well... that's enough."

"...Yes! A'Zhu, farewell to my son. In the future, A'Zhu will no longer be able to serve you. I only wish you good health and a long life." A'Zhu bowed three times with tears in her eyes, and then hugged Abi and cried for a long time. After a while, he finally left with Ah Zi in tears.

Murong Fu didn't prepare the boat until the third day after A'Zhu left, and shipped out the dowry that he had prepared for A'Zhu early in the morning.Back then Murong Fu once said that he had prepared ten miles of red makeup for Ah Zhu and Abi. It was by no means boastful. Gong Yegan saw that the boatloads of gold, silver, jewellery, silk satins, household furnishings, and even land deeds, store deeds, and collections of Buddha statues were about to be sold. The side of the boat was also pressed into the water, and there was a twitch between the brows, he couldn't help but walked to Murong Bo's side and said in a low voice: "My lord, this move is too bold, even if the royal family married a princess, it's nothing more than that." !"

When Murong Bo heard that Gongye's general Murong remarried Azhu, he couldn't help being overjoyed compared with the royal family marrying a princess, he stroked his beard and said: "The so-called mountains and rivers meet each other, now that Azhu married Xiao Feng, in the future I will be Murong's family." There may not be a chance to reconcile with Xiao Feng! Gongye, don't worry about such small profits. Compared with my Murong family's great cause of restoration, what is this dowry?" Murong Bo has no means of making money, and he once thought about it. He wanted to kill Ke Baisui, the head of the Funiu sect, just to covet his wealth.If it wasn't for the fact that the six sects had not pursued him closely after he killed Xuan Bei, the head of the Funiu faction might have been murdered.But when he met his son, Bao BuTong vaguely revealed to him the current family background of the Murong family... The so-called big man can't be without power for a day, and the young man can't be without money for a day, Murong Bo is very high-spirited now!

Gong Yeqian choked when he heard the words, and asked for a while, seemingly unintentionally, "I don't know when those dead men of the young master will come to greet the lord?" It's a big loss, I don't know why, this time when I heard that Murong Fu is going to arrange for these dead men to visit Murong Bo, my heart beats wildly, I always feel that something big will happen.But what it was, he couldn't say.

Murong Bo casually said with a smile: "The Fuguan said that these dowries are given to those dead men. I heard that although these dead men are not skilled in martial arts, but the formation of five people is very powerful. This old man is about to experience it!"

Murong Bo's words made it even more difficult to open which pot to lift, Gongye was so depressed that he quietly backed away.

Murong Fu really kept his word, that night ten dead men went to Yanziwu to visit Murong Bo and demonstrate the formation to him.This five-man formation is composed of a rattan card player, two spearmen and a short sword player. They are both long and short, both offensive and defensive, and their combat power is very impressive.Murong Bo has practiced martial arts for many years, but he also fought with these five people for more than ten moves before he escaped embarrassingly.He tried this formation and praised Murong Fu: "Good! Very good! This 'Five Elements Formation' is really amazing! It is more than enough to fight against the enemy on the battlefield! You have done a good job!"

"Thank you, daddy!" Murong Fu immediately cupped his fists and saluted, his expression still calm, apparently not taking credit for it.I only thought in my heart: This "five elements formation" was born out of the mandarin duck formation of the military god Qi Jiguang, and it has to be improved. How could a mere quack be able to pick out the faults?

"Father, I heard that there are hundreds of dead men?" Murong Bo asked again.

"Exactly!" Murong Fu's expression remained unchanged, "The rest of the 90 people have their own errands. If Daddy wants to see them, my son will send the order..."

"No need, it's more important." Murong Bo didn't understand the language of these people, and the dark skin of those dead men didn't look much different in appearance, how could Murong Bo be interested in meeting them?The reason why I asked this question was because I didn't want Murong Fu to hide something from him.

Murong Fu nodded, his face was tired.

Murong Bo saw this and said: "You are not recovering from your illness, go down and rest."

"Thank you, daddy!" Murong Fu didn't refuse, got up and bowed to Murong Bo, then Abi helped him down.

Back in the study, Murong Fu couldn't help but sighed heavily while supporting his knees.

Abi expertly set the white sandalwood on fire, turned around and said softly to Murong Fu: "My lord, why don't you take a rest tonight!" Murong Fu ignored his illness and concentrated on meditating for the past few days. Really worried.

"It doesn't matter." Murong Fu shook his head and took a deep breath. "This Yanziwu is really boring, fortunately... fortunately..." Fortunately, what?He didn't say anything more.All he knew was that the remaining ninety dead men, together with a thousand spears, would be transported to an island one nine waterways away from Yanziwu tonight.

Abi saw that Murong Fu was already sitting cross-legged, his hands were forming a mudra and gradually settled down, so she quietly backed away.

After a while, a hot flow rose from the dantian and circulated to the main points of the limbs and bones, as if the holy water of the spiritual spring moistened the meridians of the whole body, making it gradually stronger and more powerful, just like a dead tree that is full of vitality in spring.After a while, Murong Fu's breathing became longer and his expression became calmer. The bright candle shadows in the study were falling on him, making his complexion more crystal clear and jade-like, as if a candle was burning in his body. The Buddha lamp and the candlelight reflect each other, revealing a calm and quiet light.As time went on, Murong Fu's thoughts gradually penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness. He could feel the wind, constantly rotating around him, changing from cold to hot; he could feel the light falling silently on his body, standing still A moment goes by; he can feel everything in the world, birds soaring in the air and finally landing, fish jumping in the river and gradually sinking, flowers blooming on the bank and withering leisurely, life and death, prosperity and decay.This is the cycle of life, he blends in, feels, complies...

No!I can't comply, I should do my best to continue this prosperity!Murong Fu's eyebrows that were originally stretched suddenly twisted, his heart suddenly became angry, and his heart was full of demons!In a trance, a cold and proud voice said loudly: "Xiao is such a good man, to be with someone like you..."

Murong Fu only felt his heart sink, as if hit by a heavy hammer, his breath became chaotic, and his whole body felt like falling into a fire pit.The raging fire scorched his body, like scorching like boiling, like thousands of red-hot iron nails piercing his limbs and bones and scorching his body.The endless fire soon made him sweat profusely and his face was vermilion.Murong Fu knew that his thoughts could not be restrained, it was at a critical moment of life and death.Hastily discarded all thoughts and thoughts, endured the pain and practiced kung fu again.Unexpectedly, at this moment, a fishy and sweet smell wafted from the study, like a poisonous insect crawling in his heart, biting down on his weakest place!

In just a split second, the world is spinning.Countless voices sounded in his ears:

"Murong Fu swore to the Tianmeng today that he must bear in mind the expectations of the Murong clan's ancestors and that he will never change the Fuxing Dayan until death. If I break the oath, I will be ruined, lose my love forever, and die without a whole body!"

"Fuguan, you can blame me, but you can't... I'm sorry, your father!"

"Mencius has a saying: I don't shrink when I turn back, even though I am brown and broad, I don't worry about it; I shrink when I turn back, even if there are tens of thousands of people, I will go. If you return to office, it's okay if you can't write poems. Why can't you even read books? ?”

"My lord, take care..."

"Murong, you and I have known each other for many years and love brotherhood, how about we become Jinlan brothers?"

In an instant, Murong Fu couldn't suppress the out-of-control breath anymore, he suddenly opened his eyes and spurted out blood.He felt a throbbing pain in his heart, he couldn't help but reached out and grabbed the skirt of his clothes, and looked angrily at the incense burner on the table. "This fragrance..." He Fang groaned in a low voice, and immediately vomited blood again.He hastily stretched out his hand to cover it, but the poison in the incense came out along with the internal injury, like a flood, how could he cover it?In just an instant, half of his palm was already covered with blood, but even so, more blood still gushed out from his body.

Murong Fu struggled and threw himself on the table, but he couldn't even control his own body.He only heard a "clang" sound, and he rolled to the ground together with the incense burner.

Abi, who had been guarding not far from the door, heard the voice and hurried in, and saw Murong Fu lying on the ground with a pale complexion, struggling to push away the incense ash with her fingers.

"My lord!" Abi suddenly lost her mind and rushed forward to help him up. "My lord, what's the matter with you?" Murong Fu's clothes were drenched, but the skin of his body was hot, obviously he was insane.

"This fragrance..." Murong Fu shook his head in pain, and vomited blood again.The dripping blood not only soaked the front of his chest, but even the floor was covered with his blood.

"My lord!" Abi was startled and frightened and couldn't help crying loudly, yelling out loud. "Come here! Come here! My lord!"

Murong Fu didn't care about Abi, he just pointed at the incense ash and gasped, "AhZi...it's AZi..."

Weeping, Abi looked along Murong Fu's fingers, and saw that among the ashes of the incense, there were still a few pieces of white sandalwood that had not been burnt out, and at this moment they were emitting a strange purple awn. "This incense... this incense is poisonous!" Abi's mind went blank instantly. "Sister Ah Zhu! This incense has always been taken care of by sister Ah Zhu...how come?"

Murong Fu's sanity was about to collapse, but upon hearing Abi's words, he suddenly produced a huge force, grabbed Abi's skirt suddenly, hissed: "Don't...don't, say it..." The words didn't finish When he fell, his arms loosened and he passed out completely.

The author has something to say:

Murong: Director, this incense is poisonous!

Director: Mr. Murong, can your reflex arc be longer?