Proud of the rivers and lakes

Fu Jinghong was taken aback for a moment, but when he took a closer look, Murong Si had already lowered his head, and a cowardly expression appeared on his undressed face again.

Other people at the table were chatting and laughing happily, and no one noticed what happened in this small corner.

Murong Si lowered her head, her drooping hair covered her face.

As if that smile just now was just an illusion.

Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows, reached out and squeezed a cup in front of him.

The cup noodles are sparkling.

Murong Lin seemed to be extremely satisfied with Wen Ruyu, and there was a sense of appreciation in his words.

"Nephew Wen Xian, you are young, but you are not as irritable as other young people. You are calm and down-to-earth, not bad, not bad." Murong Lin reached out and stroked his beard with a smile on his face.

Murong Wu smiled charmingly, and looked at Wen Ruyu with a girly shyness.

She is dressed very carefully today, with a gilt ruyi hairpin pinned to her head, and a hibiscus-colored peony flower gauze dress, delicate makeup on her face, cinnabar on her lips, she looks like a lady, the previous aggressive and savage look is gone no deposit.

Mrs. Murong also smiled gratifiedly, looking at Wen Ruyu with satisfaction.

The other two wives are as silent as Murong Si, although they are wearing good things, not the kind of coarse linen clothes that ordinary people wear, but they are much worse than Mrs Murong and Murong Wu.

Although the two ladies were still in their thirties, their charm was still there, but their humble and cowardly expressions made them lose their luster like fish eyes.

Murong Liu lowered her head like Murong Si.

Tao Zhihua turned her head away, looking out of the window as if in deep thought, her brows slightly frowned.

Leng Qixuan sat on the guest seat, expressionless.

Bai Lianhua seemed to be aware of the atmosphere on the table, and there was no expression on his face.

But Wen Ruyu just smiled slightly, as if she was just an outsider.

Fu Jinghong picked up the cup and took a sip.

The moment he lowered his head, he hid the smile on his lips.

Butler Murong appeared at the right time.

"Master, Wan Lixie and Shen Bishui are asking to see you."

"Oh? Wan Lixie Shen Bishui? Let him come in."

Murong Lin nodded.

After finishing the order, he turned his head to Wen Ruyu and said, "Nephew Wen Xian, have you ever heard of Wan Lixie's Peach Blossom Fan Shen Bishui?"

Wen Ruyu said: "Peach Blossom Fan Shen Bishui...Of course I've heard of it."

Murong Lin nodded and said: "Shen Shaoxia can be regarded as a hero born young, you can have a good communication."

Wen Ruyu nodded.

Fu Jinghong's thoughts changed.

Wanlixie Peach Blossom Fan Shen Bishui...

He had a little impression of the name.

Wan Lixie does not belong to the White Dao of the Martial Arts League, nor is it some kind of evil heretic, but a neutral sect.

Although Wan Lixie is not a great sect, he should not be underestimated, especially Shen Bishui, the eldest disciple of Wan Lixie's generation, is quite famous in the Jianghu.

It is said that his weapon is a fan made of black iron supplemented with fine steel. It can cut iron like mud, and can break stones into gold. There are hidden secrets in the fan. It is said that Shen Bishui used the blood of many demons to worship this fan. But the name of the fan is very charming, it is called Peach Blossom Fan.

In addition to this fan, Shen Bishui himself is also quite famous, people say that he is elegant and romantic, and he is called Mr. Xue.

Fu Jinghong was thinking about it, but Butler Murong had already led people in.

"Senior Murong, I have been admiring you for a long time." The man first cupped his hands towards Murong Lin who was sitting in the center.

The voice is like pearls falling on a jade plate, warm and clear.

Fu Jinghong raised his head, and saw a man about seventeen or eighteen, dressed in a dark green robe embroidered with gold brocade, with elegant eyebrows and good looks.

He held a folding fan in his hand, presumably it was the peach blossom fan.

Murong Lin smiled and nodded at him, praised him a few times for being a hero, and then led him to recognize him.

Fu Jinghong looked at Shen Bishui from the corner of his eye. Although this Shen Bishui spoke respectfully, his expression was calm and a bit arrogant.Looking at his delicate eyebrows and eyes, hidden romantic, his eyes are like peach blossoms, his eyes are romantic and charming, his thin lips are slightly raised, he must be a figure with more than a thousand people in the romantic field... But even so, Shen Bishui has a frank face, a pair of Peach Blossom is flirtatious but not obscene, and looks frivolous but not frivolous, unlike those individuals in the sex-soaked court who make people feel obscene and obscene.

Generally speaking, he is a romantic man with a bit of character.

Fu Jinghong was looking around, but he happened to meet Shen Bishui's eyes, and Murong Lin just introduced: "This is Fu Jinghong, Fu Shaoxia, a friend of Nephew Wen Xian..."

Fu Jinghong had no choice but to smile at Shen Bishui.

Shen Bishui also smiled back, those peach blossom eyes were even more romantic.

Fu Jinghong almost couldn't resist, he lowered his head and watched his heart after laughing.

Murong Lin didn't care, and continued to introduce other people to him.

Fu Jinghong was immersed in his own thoughts.

He didn't remember seeing someone like Shen Bishui in his previous life at this time...

Although he had heard of Shen Bishui's name before, he had never seen Shen Bishui at the martial arts league in his previous life.

Wan Lixie stands between the pros and cons of the martial arts, and has always stayed away from these martial arts struggles, but why does Shen Bishui appear here?

Could it be that because his pawn took a wrong step, the whole chess game was messed up?

After Murong Lin and Shen Bishui exchanged polite greetings, they began to eat.

Fu Jinghong ate a few mouthfuls of food absent-mindedly, listening to Murong Lin continue to drink Shen Bishui politely, but his mind was drifting away.

He looked at Wen Ruyu, then at Shen Bishui.

One is better than snow in white clothes, and the other is romantic in green clothes.

These two were given names by idlers in the rivers and lakes. They are Mr. Liufeng, Mr. Huixue... They are called the Fourth Mr. Fenghua, and there are two others, Mr. Qingyun and Mr. Biyue. How elegant is it?

At this moment, Fu Jinghong ate a small steamed dumpling and was swallowing, but suddenly saw Murong Si's face turn pale and cough continuously.

Murong Lin's face suddenly became displeased.

Murong Si coughed for a while, lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Father, Si'er is not feeling well, I want to leave first..."

Murong Lin responded with a dark complexion.

Murongsi got up and walked towards the inner hall weakly.

She walked a few times, as if she couldn't stand firmly, as if she was soft and boneless.

Fu Jinghong looked at Murongsi's back, thought about Murongsi's ambiguous smile just now, he suddenly had a thought, got up too, presumed that he was going to the toilet, and walked outside.

Fu Jinghong walked a few steps, and after walking out of the courtyard, he immediately turned around and walked towards the inner hall along another path.

He had already thoroughly explored the roads of Murong Mansion before, so he naturally knew the shortcuts to get there.

He turned over and entered the inner hall from the roof, just in time to see a yellow figure.

Fu Jinghong immediately caught up without thinking.

The yellow figure flashed a few times and disappeared from the corner.

When Fu Jinghong approached, he frowned.

The yellow figure disappeared again.

Why on earth...

If it was to lure him out, why did he disappear?

Fu Jinghong shook his head, but wherever he looked, he saw a handkerchief falling on the ground.

Fu Jinghong was taken aback, and picked it up.

It was an old handkerchief that seemed to be old. Although it was washed very clean, it was slightly yellowed.

The old handkerchief, which is very old, has been washed meticulously, which shows that its owner is extremely careful, but if this handkerchief is so precious, why is it thrown away here?

Fu Jinghong turned over the handkerchief, and saw a few delicate small characters embroidered on the upper right corner of the handkerchief.

The heart is like glass, and I can get Bodhi.

...Buddhist language?

Fu Jinghong was taken aback for a moment, apparently he did not expect that a Buddhist saying would be embroidered on this handkerchief which was obviously used by a woman.

Fu Jinghong was about to take a closer look, but suddenly felt someone in front of him.

He raised his head suddenly, and sure enough, he saw the yellow figure flash past again.

Fu Jinghong was indignant and a little annoyed, he quickly raised his breath and chased after that figure.

He used all his internal strength and chased after that figure with all his strength.

That yellow figure had excellent lightness skills, Fu Jinghong tried his best not to lose track of him, but he was far away.

Fu Jinghong was concentrating on it, but saw that yellow figure leaping into a side courtyard a few times.

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a moment... That side courtyard is exactly where the Fourth Young Master Murong is.

At this moment, the Murong Mansion is brightly lit, but only the courtyard of the Fourth Young Master Murong is dimly lit.

Without thinking too much, Fu Jinghong also jumped in.

He followed the yellow figure and came to a hut.

Seeing the yellow figure turn over and enter from the window, Fu Jinghong followed suit.

Entering the house, Fu Jinghong once again found that the yellow figure had disappeared.

Fu Jinghong was annoyed, but he had no choice but to see that yellow figure was playing tricks on him.

He looked around the room curiously, but saw a picture of a beauty hanging on the wall inside the room.