[Comprehensive] Feasibility report on the restoration of the country

After that day, Mrs. Murong's condition took a turn for the worse, and in August she finally became seriously ill.The four great ministers knew that the mistress probably wouldn't be able to survive this autumn, so they all temporarily moved to Yanziwu to take care of them.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Mrs. Murong, who had been in a drowsy sleep for two days, suddenly woke up.Seeing Murong Fu standing beside her bed with red eyes, she smiled suddenly, took his hand and slowly rubbed it, and murmured: "Since you were young, I felt that you were not close to me. Holding you will feel cold and stinging in my heart..."

Murong Fu didn't speak, he had been guarding Madam Murong's side for two days and two nights without closing his eyes.Now seeing Mrs. Murong's cheeks glowing red, he knew in his heart that it was a flashback.

"I thought you were young and old, and you would never act like a baby. No matter how much homework you have, you don't need me to worry about it, and you can arrange it in an orderly manner. Until the day I heard you talking to Yuyan, I turned out to have missed so much... Fuguan For my mother, I remember a few years ago on my birthday, you wrote a picture of a hundred years of life, the writing is very good, really good...do you remember where I put it away?"

It was torn apart by your own hands, you blamed me for wasting time on things that have nothing to do with the restoration of the country.Murong Fu turned his face away, stretched out his hands, pressed his eyes, sobbed for a while, then turned back and said softly: "If mother likes it, I will write another picture when I return to office on my mother's birthday this year."

Mrs. Murong didn't respond, she finally understood that everything was different, everything was over, when she didn't realize it.Since ancient times, those who achieve great things must have extraordinary features. She once thought that her husband would be the one to achieve great things, but he worked hard all his life and ended up depressed with nothing.But it turned out that it was her son who was able to achieve great things. He was decisive and tolerant. How well Gongye said it!He is so resolute that he can abandon all people and feelings that hinder him without hesitation.He can also judge the situation and bear it all into gold. In order to maintain the superficial peace, he has endured for so many years without making a move, watching his mother exhaust the mother-child bond between them bit by bit.Mrs. Murong felt a chill in her body again, this coldness has been lingering in her heart ever since she saw the lights in Murong Fu's study that night, it made her often wake up in the middle of the night, and could not fall asleep all night.Well, that too is almost over.Mrs. Murong sighed calmly, and said: "Are Deng Baichuan and the others outside? Let them in."

Mama Gui, who was also accompanying Mrs. Murong's bedside, hurriedly tiptoed out, beckoning Deng Baichuan and others to enter.The four nobles and Mrs. Deng had already guarded the door, and when they heard Mrs. Murong's call, they rushed in impatiently, saying in unison, "I have met mistress, take care, mistress!"

Mrs. Murong shook her head helplessly, her eyes glanced at the five people one by one, and after a long time she said: "Sister-in-law Deng, I entrusted my son to you. Fuguan was born lonely, in the future, you will take good care of him on my behalf."

Mrs. Deng hurriedly lowered her head, let her tears fall directly to the ground, and said with a choked voice, "Mistress, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of your son."

Mrs. Murong nodded, and then said to Deng Baichuan: "Brother Deng, from now on the burden of restoring the Murong family to Dayan will be on your shoulders and Fuguan's shoulders. I hope you will help Fuguan not to burden the Murong family. The expectations of the ancestors..."

Deng Baichuan is a sincere and honest person, he is clumsy with words, although he has thousands of words in his heart, he can only utter one sentence in a low voice at this moment: "Mistress, don't worry, even if Deng Baichuan gives up his life, he will help the young master achieve great success !"

"Return to office..." Mrs. Murong stretched out her hand to her son with difficulty.

Murong Fu hastily caught her cold palm and stuck it to his cheek, saying repeatedly: "Mother, my son is here, Fuguan is here!"

Mrs. Murong caressed his cheek and said softly: "You Murong family, Murong Hao, Murong Ke, Murong Chui, and Murong De are such heroes. As a descendant of the Murong family, you must never forget the glory of your ancestors. The great cause can only rely on you..."

Murong Fu finally couldn't bear it anymore, he cried, "Mother, besides these, do you have anything else to tell Fuguan?"

Mrs. Murong was startled, and after a while, she revealed a difficult smile.The glory of the Murong clan made her breathe her last breath, and said with great difficulty: "Fuguan, you can blame me, but you can't... I'm sorry, your father!" After saying this, she closed her eyes and passed away.

"Mother? Mother!" Murong Fu supported Mrs. Murong's arm and shook it twice, but Mrs. Murong never responded. "Mother, answer me! Why...why?"

Mrs. Deng saw Murong Fu's heartbroken almost going mad, she hurriedly stepped forward to hug him, and said loudly: "My lord, the mistress has gone! The deceased is gone, you take care of him!"

These two words were like a bucket of cold water in his head, Murong Fu finally calmed down, he only felt a dull pain in his heart again, this kind of pain is so familiar, from the last life to this life, it is like a pain attached to the bone Gangrene goes hand in hand.He couldn't breathe in the pain, and he slipped and knelt on the ground in pain. "Why?" He still murmured to himself, why is the restoration of the country so important?Why is a husband who is full of emperor's dream so important?Why am I always the one to be sacrificed?His eyes twitched for a while, and he fainted.

"A Zheng, A Zheng..." In a daze, Murong Fu seemed to hear someone calling him.It was an extremely familiar voice, the closest person to him.His mother, the mother of the previous life.

She sat on the head of his bed with a sad face, dignified and beautiful, as beautiful as a painting.However, the words that came out of her mouth were so chilling, she said: "Your father... wants a liver transplant, only you... your disease can't be cured anyway, mother can't live without father. Ah Zheng, don't blame me..."

The last touch of color seen in the previous life was a piece of pure white that made people feel empty.He just doesn't understand, why is she still so gentle at this moment?

Murong Fu suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

"My lord!" Ah Zhu Abi, who was guarding his bed, saw Murong Fu awake, crying and shouting, "My lord, I'm awake! My lord, I'm awake!"

After a while, the four great officials and Mrs. Deng broke in at the same time, crowded at the head of his bed and looked at him anxiously, asking in repeated voices: "Is the young master safe?"

Murong Fu supported his forehead and shook his drowsy head vigorously, and asked in a low voice, "How long have I been asleep?"

A'Zhu looked back at the meter leak in the room, and replied: "It's only an hour. Young master, you haven't rested for a few days, you should sleep for a while first."

Murong Fu had already pushed away the thin quilt covering his body and stood up. "Abi, go get my mourning clothes."

Seeing Murong Fu staggering and unable to stand still, even Deng Baichuan couldn't bear it this time and stopped him. "My lord, let's take a rest first, the mistress still has us."

Murong Fu still shook his head, took the sackcloth from Abi and dressed neatly. "I am the only child of my mother, and my mother has had a hard life, and I will always be with her on this last journey." After finishing speaking, she opened the door and walked out.

The death of the mistress of the Murong Clan in Gusu is not a big news in Jianghu.Murong Fu stayed in Yanziwu for seven days to receive worship from people from all walks of life.Just because Murong's family had a great business in Suzhou, even local officials came here a lot.However, the person Murong Fu has been waiting for has never appeared.

In the blink of an eye, it was the night of the sixth day. The bleak autumn wind passed through the empty and deserted mourning hall, gently rolled up a few pieces of ghost paper scattered on the mourning hall, and swirled slightly in mid-air.The servant guarding the entrance of the mourning hall had already fallen asleep exhaustedly, and Murong Fu was the only one in the mourning hall who was still kneeling upright, sending copper coins and ingots made of ghost paper into the brazier.The continuous days of vigil made Murong Fu even more skinny, the rough linen clothes covering his body seemed to be covering an empty skeleton, but his eyes became more and more cold and seductive.

After a while, Gongye Gan walked in with a cold air.He knelt down beside Murong Fu, picked up a piece of ghost paper and put it into the brazier, and said in a low voice: "As expected, Brother Deng and I caught several thieves, and they all came to beat us. It's also Shi Shuige's idea!"

Murong Fu didn't move his brows, he only ordered softly: "Repeal their martial arts and drive them out of Yanziwu."

Gong Yegan was obviously dissatisfied with Murong Fu's somewhat benevolent decision, and immediately suggested: "My lord, if they spread the news, why not..." He flipped his wrist and made a movement of cutting grass and roots.

"No need." Murong Fu said indifferently, "The treasures left by the ancestors, if the children and grandchildren are capable, they can carry them forward; if they are incompetent, no matter how secret they are, they will eventually be snatched away by tyrants. Letting them go, it is considered to be for the sake of it." Good luck, mother."

Seeing that Murong Fu carried out Mrs. Murong, Gong Yegan had no choice but to bow his head and say yes.After a pause, he said again: "The mistress has passed away. Mother Gui asked the sister-in-law to resign. I don't know the son-in-law..."

"Give her silver taels and let her go back to her hometown." Murong Fu said casually, apparently never caring about Mama Gui, who once slandered Mrs. Murong.

But Gongye was in a hurry, and hurriedly tried to persuade him: "My lord, this mother Gui knows a lot about the Murong family. Just in case you talk nonsense outside..."

Now that I know that conspiracy to rebel against the country cannot be spread outside the six ears, why did I speak so vigorously at the beginning that even an irrelevant old woman knew about it?Murong Fu sighed helplessly, and said in a cold voice: "Mother Gui has served in my Murong's family for several years, if she tells her, she will not be able to please her. Ask Mrs. Deng to pay more money, clarify her words, and seal her mouth."

Gong Yegan still disagreed with Murong Fu's actions, but he saw that Murong Fu's face showed impatience, and immediately knew that this topic could not be brought up again, so he answered "Yes" vaguely, and hurried out.

The next day was the funeral.

Early in the morning, Murong Fu was offering incense for his mother in the mourning hall, when Bao BuTong hurried in and whispered in his ear: "My lord, my uncle and madam have arrived, but their clothes..."

Murong Fu nodded knowingly, walked out quickly, blocking Li Qingluo and Wang Yuyan outside the mourning hall.Li Qingluo is Mrs. Murong's sister-in-law, and she and Murong Fu are relatives who have not left the fifth service.Mrs. Murong passed away, so Li Qingluo should have come to Yanziwu to watch the coffin with Murong Fu on the first day.However, not only did she not arrive, she even didn't even change into mourning clothes when she came here today.Li Qingluo was born beautiful, and now she and her daughter are wearing pink skirts, like a pair of sisters, and they look more and more charming, which has attracted many people in the mourning hall to probe their heads.

Murong Fu was angry when he saw this aunt's attire, but there was a difference in seniority and inferiority, so he still had to calm down and said in a deep voice: "Auntie, Yuyan is still young, there may be conflicts in the mourning hall, how about Go drink a bowl of sedative medicine first, and then offer incense to Xianci."

Li Qingluo naturally understood the implication of Murong Fu's words, drinking the tranquilizing medicine was a fake, and it was true that they asked their mother and daughter to change into mourning clothes.It's just that she had no choice but to marry Mrs. Murong's younger brother back then. Her husband passed away shortly after the marriage. Mrs. Murong often accused Sang and scolded Huai that she was unruly and that Wang Yuyan was a bastard.Hearing what Murong Fu said, she immediately replied: "Seniors are in order, wait until I bring Yu Yan to kowtow to my sister."

Unexpectedly, just as she took a step forward, Murong Fu suddenly stepped in front of her and stopped her.

Li Qingluo has lived for more than 20 years and has always done as she pleases, except for Duan Zhengchun, no man has ever dared to make her unhappy.Now seeing Murong Fu, a young man who is not even considered a man, looking at her coldly, his face like an ice sculpture is obviously expressionless, but for some reason, she faintly shows some sarcasm.Li Qingluo couldn't help feeling annoyed, and immediately said sharply: "How dare you stop me?"

"Don't dare to return to office." Murong Fu still had a calm face, his indifferent expression was like that of an old monk who had been in meditation for seven or eighty years. "Since my aunt knows that the elders and young are in order, she should understand that Xianci and my aunt were originally the elders of Xianci, and my aunt was the youngest. Since my aunt came to kowtow with words, why didn't she follow the rules? This is the meaning of respecting Xianci, and also It's my aunt who respects me. In the mourning hall, the eyebrows are high and the eyes are low, gossip is gossip, is it true that my aunt is very useful?"

Li Qingluo naturally saw the lewd eyes of those dubious people in the mourning hall, but she never expected that Murong Fu would speak out without restraint.She should have turned into anger and cut off Murong Fu's hands and feet to use as fertilizer for flowers, but for some reason, she lost her confidence when she touched Murong Fu's cold and heartless eyes.Not knowing what to do with herself, Mrs. Deng stepped forward and said, "Uncle Madam, the sedative medicine has been warmed up, this way please."

Li Qingluo glared at Murong Fu, hugged Wang Yuyan and turned to the next room.

Then, there is the holding of the spirit, the funeral, and the burial.The blessed land of mountains and rivers had been selected long ago, and the wooden coffin had already landed, but without Murong Fu's order, none of the servants dared to break the ground.Murong Fu stood silently in front of the tomb for a long time, until Mrs. Deng stepped forward to remind him in a low voice, then he came to his senses, picked up a pinch of loess with his own hands and slowly sprinkled it on his mother's wooden coffin, trying his best to restrain the trembling of his body, Calmly said: "Bury it!"

After the funeral was over, the funeral crowd slowly dispersed, but Murong Fu still stayed here to pay his respects.Wang Yuyan hadn't seen Murong Fu for a long time, clamoring to stay with her cousin.Li Qingluo couldn't screw her up, so she had to follow Mrs. Deng's persuasion and go back to Yanziwu to drink tea and rest.

Wang Yuyan bounced around looking inside and out of the thatched cottage where Murong Fu would live for three years, ran up to Murong Fu and patted his knee, pouted and said, "It's so rough here! Cousin is still here How long do you live here?"

Murong Fu hugged Wang Yuyan to his knees, and said softly: "Father is dead and mother is mourning, and both are in decline for three years." After saying that, a sneer suddenly appeared in his heart, and he thought: Father is in mother's death, and Qi is in decline.Mother, he didn't come after all, is it worth it?

"Three years, so long!" Wang Yuyan sighed with her head down like a little adult, and reached out to touch the sackcloth on Murong Fu's body. "The fabric is so thin, cousin, are you cold?"

"Cousin is not cold, cousin is used to it." Murong Fu's heart softened, he slowly hugged Wang Yuyan tightly, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head twice. "Three years are coming soon. Cousin still has a lot of things to do. When Yuyan grows up, cousin will prepare a lot of red makeup for you. Choose a prince and grandson, not that kid Duan Yu, he can't be trusted with his flamboyance! We have to choose You are the only one in your life, tell him to go east and dare not go west, and to be by your side every day to make you happy. Okay?"

Wang Yuyan was still young, so naturally she didn't understand, so she just nodded ignorantly.

"So cute!" Murong Fu lowered his head and gently touched her pink cheek, whispering. "Yuyan, girls are not born easily, don't, don't be like my mother..."

Wang Yuyan didn't understand Murong Fu's mood, but she clearly felt a hot tear falling on her cheek.She turned her head, wiped the tears off Murong Fu's face with her hand, and whispered: "Cousin, don't be sad."

Murong Fu shook his head, and said firmly: "Cousin will never be sad again. Yuyan, cousin will teach you to recite a poem. The young woman in the boudoir is not worried, and she puts on makeup and goes to Cuilou in spring. Suddenly she sees the color of willows on the street, Regret to teach my husband and son-in-law to find a Marquis..."

The author has something to say:

Director: Mr. Murong, my condolences!This martial arts male protagonist is standard, with both parents dead, a gay friend, and a harem in groups.Although the latter two have not been seen yet, at least the first step has been achieved.

Murong: I think you are courting death!

Director: Ouch!Be careful with your little heart!

Murong: ...