[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

A'Zhu and A'bi were sleepy, so they didn't find out that their young master had been kneeling in the courtyard all night until early in the morning of the second day.Seeing the two maids cowering at his side like frightened birds, Murong Fu laughed even though his knees were tingling, he stroked their braids and comforted them: "Young Master has done something wrong and deserves to be punished. This matter has nothing to do with You have nothing to do, go and freshen up."

Girls in Gusu are always talkative, but Abi can't speak when she sees Murong Fu, she just tugs on Murong Fu's sleeve with tears in her eyes and refuses to leave.Although A'Zhu is only a month older than A'Bi, she is much calmer, knowing that even crying and wiping away her tears will not help, so she suggested: "Master, go and make up for Madam!"

"Let's change into clothes first," Abi choked up and added, "The dew is heavy at night, and the young master's clothes are all wet..."

Hearing this, A'Zhu gave her a dissatisfied look, as if laughing at her innocence. "It's useless to say anything, madam!"

"Then, then..." Abi was confused, murmured for a while and finally gritted his teeth, "I'll go beg Madam!" After saying that, she got up and went to see Madam Murong.God is pitiful, she was beaten severely by Mrs. Murong's order when she first entered Murong's house. Seeing Mrs. Murong is like seeing a cat when a mouse meets a cat.

But A'Zhu was also very loyal, and immediately responded: "I'll go with you!"

How could Murong Fu let the two maids touch this bad luck, he immediately stretched out his hand to grab them, and told him: "The maidservant should not interfere with the master's affairs, just do her own duty."

But Abi is stubborn and hard to persuade. "Madam bought Abi to serve the young master, and it is Abi's duty to take care of the young master!"

"Well said, your young master didn't love you for nothing!" Just as Abi finished speaking, Bao Budong's voice came from the courtyard again.I saw him walking towards them unhurriedly, waving a folding fan in his hand, and when he got in front of Murong Fu, he closed the folding fan in his hand and bowed in a pretentious and unrestrained manner. "I've seen you, son!"

Murong Fu was still kneeling on the ground at this moment, he was not embarrassed, he nodded slightly and said: "Brother Bao, don't be too polite."

Behind Bao BuTong, Deng BaiChuan hugged a little girl in a goose yellow skirt but with disheveled hair and pink make-up. He frowned and said, "Master, there is no overnight feud between mother and child."

The little girl in his arms struggled when she saw Murong Fu, patted Deng Baichuan's arm and said, "Put me down, put me down quickly! I want my cousin, cousin!" This little girl who was only four years old was It's Wang Yuyan.

Deng Baichuan naturally knew that Wang Yuyan was very attached to Murong Fu, so he had no choice but to let her go.As soon as Wang Yuyan got out of trouble, she plunged into Murong Fu's arms, and shouted in multiple voices: "Cousin, mother won't let me see you, even Uncle Deng bullied me!"

Deng Baichuan had no choice but to smile wryly when he heard the words, but Bao BuTong hurriedly complained that he was wronged. "Miss Biao, if it wasn't for you, Uncle Deng, your ship would have sunk long ago, and you would be a drowned rat by then..."

Before Bao Budong finished speaking, Murong Fu's face darkened, and he asked sharply, "What's the matter?" Bao Butong raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and was about to speak, but Murong Fu stopped him, "Brother Bao, you don't have to talk too much." words." He lifted Wang Yuyan from his arms, looked straight into her eyes, and said seriously, "Yuyan, tell me."

Murong Fu was so solemn, Wang Yuyan was suffocated immediately.After a while, she flattened her mouth aggrievedly, and said in a low voice: "Mother doesn't allow me to see my cousin, Yuyan is bored at home alone, so I asked the girl to find someone to bring me here... Cousin, Yuyan I didn't mean to be disobedient..."

Murong Fu gasped when he heard the words, the Wang family is still one or nine boats away from Yanziwu, and they have to travel by boat on weekdays.The girl Youcao next to Wang Yuyan is only eight years old, what kind of help can she find?Thinking of Bao BuTong saying that Wang Yuyan almost fell into the water just now, his hands and feet couldn't stop being icy, and after a long time, he burst out: "You are too courageous!"

Others were afraid of Murong Fu's ability to stand in the cold, but Wang Yuyan was not afraid, she just kept pushing into Murong Fu's arms like a squirrel with red eyes. "Cousin, Yuyan won't dare in the future..."

Murong Fu pushed her with a sullen face, but she hugged Murong Fu's neck and did not let go, begging softly: "Yu Yan will be obedient in the future, cousin, don't be angry..."

Murong Fu lost his temper after being worn out by her, so he sighed helplessly: "It seems that it's time to find time to teach you how to shui." Then he touched the top of her hair, "Why don't you comb your hair?"

When Murong Fu asked this question, Wang Yuyan immediately regained her spirits and complained to him angrily. "Mother is good or bad! I have to lock Yuyan up early in the morning..."

"...So you ran away with the girl without even combing your hair." Murong Fu said calmly.

Wang Yuyan nodded vigorously, and said plausibly: "Just as the saying goes, Yuyan is also filial to her mother." While speaking, she took out a comb from her bosom and stuffed it into Murong Fu's hand.

Murong Fu couldn't help being speechless when he heard the words. He clearly remembered Wang Yuyan in the original book, the fairy sister who was dignified, well-behaved and ignorant of worldly affairs. She was the goddess of men's dreams. Why is she so eccentric now?He was full of thoughts, but he had already spontaneously combed Wang Yuyan's hair with his hands. After a while, he finished the double-horned bun, and his gestures seemed extremely skillful.

Murong Fu and Wang Yuyan are so close, Deng Baichuan and Bao BuTong are happy to see their success, Li Qingluo's Langhuan Fudi has a rich collection of books, if Wang Yuyan marries Murong Fu, Langhuan Fudi will enter the Murong family's name, and it will be easier to compete for the world Another guarantee.A'Zhu and A'bi are simple-minded, they don't understand their plans, they just look at them hot-eyed.But in Murong Fu's heart, these girls are not different, seeing Azhu Abi feeling sad, he said: "Young master will help you comb some other day!"

It was only then that Wang Yuyan noticed Azhu and Abi, she had a generous personality and smiled immediately: "Are you two sisters, Azhu and Abi? Cousin combs his hair much more carefully than Youcao."

A'Zhu and A'Bi know the difference between superiority and inferiority, they dare not even say it.Murong Fu is familiar with the original work, seeing the two half-sisters, one master and the other servant, and their subsequent life experiences are even more completely different, so he can't help but think to himself: Stallion scum like Duan Zhengchun really does a lot of harm !

Murong Fu was lost in thought when Wang Yuyan suddenly asked: "Cousin, why are you kneeling here?" Before Murong Fu could answer, she had already thrown out a series of questions. "Where is the trick my cousin promised me? Is it in the study? I'll get it!" After speaking, he broke away from Murong Fu and rushed towards the study.

"Yu Yan!" Murong Fu couldn't stop her, and only sighed softly behind her.Apart from Murong Fu's homework, all that was in the study room was the paper that Mrs. Murong had shredded into pieces. As expected, Wang Yuyan's crying came from the study room after a while.Murong Fu said helplessly, "Please trouble Third Brother Bao to bring Yu Yan out."

Bao BuTong glanced at Murong Fu jokingly, answered "Yes" with a drawn out voice, and carried Wang YuYan out again.

Wang Yuyan was holding those scraps of paper in her hands, her face was flushed from crying.Seeing Murong Fu looking at her worriedly, she called out aggrievedly: "Cousin...my chick...cousin..."

Murong Fu slowly wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and coaxed her patiently: "It's my cousin, isn't it, my cousin can draw another picture for you?"

With tears in her eyes, Wang Yuyan lowered her head and fiddled with the scraps of paper for a while, and when she was sure she couldn't put them together, she asked sobbingly, "Now?"

Murong was stunned for a while, and then he said decisively: "Draw now!" Then he turned his head and told A'Zhu, "A'Zhu, go get a pen, ink, pad and paper."

Although A'Zhu didn't know what happened, she instinctively realized that Murong Fu's punishment had something to do with this note.Hearing Murong Fu's order at this moment, she couldn't help calling out with all hesitation: "Master..."

Before A'Zhu finished speaking, Madam Murong shouted angrily from the courtyard: "Enough!" Everyone looked around, only to see Madam Murong striding towards them with a livid face supporting Mama Gui's hand.

Deng Baichuan and others hastily bowed to Mrs. Murong to salute, but Mrs. Murong turned a blind eye and only pointed to Murong Fu and ordered to Deng Baichuan: "Deng Baichuan, go get the stick and whip him!"

Deng Baichuan and Bao Budong knelt down at the same time when they heard the words, and said in unison: "Mistress, calm down!"

Wang Yuyan also yelled loudly: "Auntie, why did you hit my cousin?"

Mrs. Murong hated Wang Yuyan the most, so she pinched Mama Gui's wrist and shouted loudly, "Hurry up!"

Mrs. Murong was so furious that Deng Baichuan was startled immediately.He hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't help looking at Murong Fu, and called out tentatively: "Master?"

Murong Fu hugged Wang Yuyan tightly in his arms, lowered his head, not looking at him or anyone, as if what happened in front of him had nothing to do with him.

"Ai!" Deng Baichuan knew Murong Fu's temperament, he sighed helplessly, got up to get his staff.

A'Zhu and A'bi saw that Deng Baichuan was leaving under orders, they were scared out of their wits immediately, they hurriedly knelt in front of Mrs. Murong and pulled the corner of her clothes to beg for mercy: "Madam, please calm down, please spare your son!"

Mrs. Murong ignored them and did not speak, she just looked at Murong Fu deeply and coldly.At this moment, the obsession and cruelty shown by Mrs. Murong are so similar to Murong Fu's indifference and resistance that no one can ignore the blood inheritance between their mother and child.

Deng Baichuan quickly took the wooden staff and turned back, but he didn't move, he still fell on his knees and begged: "Mistress, calm down!"

Before Mrs. Murong could answer, Wang Yuyan, who was in Murong Fu's arms, suddenly murmured indistinctly: "Cousin...I'm sleepy..." Gradually fell into a coma.Murong Fu embraced Wang Yuyan and said to Bao BuTong: "Brother Bao, please take the girls away."

Bao BuTong took over Wang YuYan, who was put to sleep by Murong Fu's method of rubbing the acupuncture points, looked at him complicatedly, and said softly, "Master..." Why can he be so considerate to his cousin and two girls, but not Would you like to speak softly to your mother?

Murong Fu's expression was as calm as deep water, the cold light was cold and unfathomable.

Bao BuTong also sighed helplessly, and turned to lead A'Zhu and A'Bi.But the two girls were crying endlessly, struggling and shouting: "I won't go, I won't go! I beg Madam to be merciful, please spare the young master! Madam, please be merciful!"

Murong Fu seemed to be unable to bear the noisy crying, and suddenly glanced sideways at the two girls.That glance seemed to be an understatement, but the cold and stern look that fell from his eyes was so cruel and harsh, it instantly shocked the two young girls into silence, so that the two couldn't help covering their lips. mouth, just stared at Murong Fu with wide eyes, and forgot to respond.

Seeing this situation, Mrs. Murong knew it immediately: the tone in her son's heart was not aimed at A'Zhu and Abi, but clearly at her, the mother!He never thought he was wrong!Thinking of this, Mrs. Murong couldn't bear it any longer, she snatched the wooden staff that Deng Baichuan was holding firmly in her hand, strode forward, and swung it down viciously at her son's back.The heavy wooden staff whistled sharply in mid-air, and slammed into Murong Fu's shoulder fiercely.

There was a terrible crisp sound, foretelling to everyone present the incomparable power of the wooden stick, so that Murong Fu's staunch and upright body trembled slightly under its lustful power.He slowly clenched his left fist, exhaled slowly, let go of the eyebrows that were unconsciously frowned due to the pain, and calmly waited for its next round of ravages.That was what he couldn't escape, what he couldn't refuse—fate.

When Murong Fu was not ready, the second heavy blow came suddenly, it was the cruelty and ruthlessness of hitting Jinshan broken jade, every fall of the stick must be exhausted without leaving any room.The plain silk outer shirt was overwhelmed by the heavy responsibility, and it first let out a wail that it was broken inch by inch. The numerous scars were deeply embedded in Murong Fu's back like knives and axes. So profound and stern.

The other two of the four great ministers, Gongye Gan and Feng Bo'e, together with Mrs. Deng, had already rushed to the courtyard, and the two maids, A'Zhu and A'bi, hugged each other helplessly, suppressing their sobbing.I don't know when, there was no sound in the entire courtyard, and everyone knelt down in silence, listening to the unscrupulous roar of the torture tools in surprise, helplessness, or sadness.

Murong Fu, who was under severe reprimand, never said a word. He closed his eyes tightly, and the cold sweat on his forehead kept slipping into his temples, but he almost stubbornly maintained his kneeling figure. In addition to the consistent upbringing etiquette, more is the innate self-esteem and pride.

The wooden stick in Mrs. Murong's hand died before the weak Mrs. Murong died, and after about twenty sticks, it snapped into two pieces.Madam Murong let out a breath of embarrassment, put aside the half of the stick in her hand, and asked coldly, "Do you know your mistake?"

Everyone's hearts were lifted because of this simple question, but Murong Fu didn't make a sound.

"Where do you put your ancestor's inheritance?" Mrs. Murong asked again, this time, the harsh voice already implied a bit of sadness.

Murong Fu was finally moved. He opened his eyes and looked at his mother. There was perseverance and coldness in his calm eyes, but more of them were a kind of self-mockery and powerlessness that were so strange that people could hardly distinguish them. "Mother, it's been ten years since Xining."

Mrs. Murong was startled suddenly. After 14 years, she finally touched her son's true heart.She only felt dizzy for a while, her mind was instantly withdrawn, and her body fell limply.

"lady!"

"Mistress!"

Just when everyone's panicked cries sounded, Murong Fu jumped up and firmly put Mrs. Murong into his arms.He picked up Mrs. Murong, strode towards her bedroom, and said in his mouth: "Brother Deng, go get the doctor!" Wherever he stepped, dripping blood spilled all over the ground——his blood .

The author has something to say:

Mrs. Murong: Father and mother are not as good as daughter-in-law!

Murong Fu: Wipe!

Mrs. Murong: Hit!