Proud of the rivers and lakes

Thinking of this, Fu Jinghong couldn't help but smile.

Shen Bishui on the opposite side raised his eyebrows.

"Then how are you testing Murong Wu now?" Fu Jinghong changed the subject.

Shen Bishui raised his eyebrows and said: "There is no progress, we didn't get much from Murong Wu's mouth... If it's not that she is hiding something, it is that she really doesn't know anything."

Fu Jinghong's heart turned around. Although Murong Wu is aggressive, she doesn't look like a person with a deep heart at all... It seems that she really doesn't know anything about the affairs of Murong's mansion.

"Then did you get anything from Murong Lin's side tap?" Fu Jinghong asked again.

Shen Bishui smiled, and said: "What kind of character is Murong Lin, how could we get something out of his scheming old fox..."

Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows.

"However, Murong Lin has been in seclusion for the past few days, and he probably can't hold back anymore..." Shen Bishui said suddenly, he raised his lips slightly, his eyebrows and eyes turned, as if he was romantic.

"Why can't he hold back?" Fu Jinghong frowned, "If it's for the position of the leader of the martial arts, his prestige can be regarded as popular..." Murong Lin's reputation in the martial arts is quite high, and he has accumulated a lot of prestige. Deep, it is only a few steps away from the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"Why does he want to practice magic skills again? If someone finds out, his reputation will be ruined..." This is what Fu Jinghong has been unable to figure out.Although Murong Lin's martial arts are not high for him, looking at the world, it is rare to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Murong Lin. Why does Murong Lin risk the world's dissatisfaction and secretly practice those martial arts that the righteous way has always sneered at? magic power?

Shen Bishui smiled, and said: "Just like no one thinks money is too much, naturally the higher the martial arts, the better... Murong Lin's martial arts is probably at its limit, and he is unwilling to stop when he has no progress. Here, it is also reasonable to take some heresy ways..."

Fu Jinghong was a little surprised. He thought that people in the martial arts would be very disdainful of Murong Lin's practice of magic attack. He didn't expect Shen Bishui to say that it was reasonable... But he thought about it, Shen Bishui He is a member of Wanlixie, so he is naturally neutral between the evil and middle ways, and he is probably not as pedantic as those martial arts orthodox people.

"His goal is really to be the leader of the martial arts?" Fu Jinghong wondered.

The position of the leader of the martial arts alliance... is nothing more than a title at best.

A hundred years later, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, who else will remember the title.

Maybe he didn't understand Murong Lin's persistence, but he really didn't care about the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

"How do I know?" Shen Bishui shook his head with a smile, and said again, "But it can be seen that the guards in Murong Mansion have become more stringent recently, you'd better be careful."

"Naturally." Fu Jinghong nodded.But in this Murong Mansion, apart from the unpredictable man in yellow, probably there is no other opponent... Thinking of the man in yellow, Fu Jinghong's heart sank again.

After Shen Bishui left, Fu Jinghong sat in front of the window and pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

The matter of Murong Mansion shrouded his mind like a dark cloud.

The man in yellow...

Looking out the window all the time, Fu Jinghong was suddenly startled and jumped up.

In the night, a figure disappeared and flashed.

Although the shadow was fleeting, Fu Jinghong recognized at a glance that the figure was Murong Lin.

Fu Jinghong didn't think otherwise, jumped out of the window quickly, and followed quietly.

Murong Lin's movements were very quick and careful, he practiced lightness kung fu all the way, and looked around all the way.

Fu Jinghong held his breath and concentrated, hiding his figure.

When Murong Lin was finally relieved, he finally walked into a small courtyard.

Fu Jinghong followed carefully.

Since Murong Lin spotted him last time, Murong Lin never walked through the tunnel under the Huxin Pavilion. When he went to check before, he found that the tunnel under the Huxin Pavilion had been sealed.

But Murong Lin naturally wouldn't seal his secret room, he must have other ways to go down.

Fu Jinghong held his breath and followed behind Muronglin.

Murong Lin was very careful this time, after stepping into the small courtyard, he still checked around, and after confirming that there were no suspicious traces, he quickly walked to the main house in the middle of the courtyard.

Fu Jinghong followed inexplicably.

Murong Lin walked for a while along the path behind the house.

After turning a few turns, it finally stopped.

In the center of a wall, there is a small mahogany door inlaid.

Murong Lin pushed the door open and entered.

Fu Jinghong followed quietly, and after entering, he realized that there was another courtyard behind.

And that yard, he had actually been here before.

Here, it is the courtyard where the beauty picture is located.

Fu Jinghong was even more inexplicable.

At this time Murong Lin had already entered the house, Fu Jinghong could not have followed in, so he quietly jumped up to the roof, found a place where the tiles were uneven, and looked in.

After Murong Lin entered the room, he first took out a peach blossom from his sleeve and gently placed it on the table.

Fu Jinghong suddenly realized that Murong Lin was the one who released the flowers.

It seems that he really has such deep affection for the fourth lady.

After Murong Lin put the flowers away, he set his sights on the picture of beauty.

He looked at it for a long time, as if nostalgic, as if lost in thought.

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the person in the painting, but he stretched out his hand in mid-air, but slowly put it down as if afraid of startling the person in the painting.

The beauties in the painting are as beautiful as before, and they are so glamorous.

Fu Jinghong waited a little impatiently, Murong Lin didn't move for a long time, could it be that he wanted to stare at it all night?

However, at this moment, Fu Jinghong suddenly felt the aura of someone behind him, and his whole body froze.

Before he could turn his head, a hand was placed against his mouth.

He froze for a moment, but saw Wen Ruyu suddenly appear in front of him.

This time it's not a fake in leather.

"Shut up." Wen Ruyu mouthed silently.

Feeling the warmth from Wen Ruyu's hand, Fu Jinghong suddenly felt relieved.

Wen Ruyu still has the style of a gentleman, gentle as jade.

Even when peeping at other people's roofs, he still looks awe-inspiring.

Fu Jinghong thought about it, and suddenly stuck out his tongue, and licked Wen Ruyu's palm gently.

Wen Ruyu's body trembled inaudibly, but her expression remained calm.

Fu Jinghong became more aggressive, using his tongue to slide slowly up and down on Wen Ruyu's palm.

Wen Ruyu paused, then withdrew her hand.

Fu Jinghong also stopped teasing Wen Ruyu, but raised his eyebrows at him and smiled.

Wen Ruyu stared at him blankly for a moment, then turned her head.

Fu Jinghong smiled quietly, lowered his head and continued to look into the room.

However, Murong Lin remained motionless, staring straight at the picture of beauties on the wall.

Fu Jinghong looked a little impatiently, but when he turned his head, he saw Wen Ruyu staring at the room carefully, as if he didn't want to miss Muronglin's every move.

Fu Jinghong suddenly stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ruyu's hand, and began to write in the palm of his hand - "That beauty is really a beauty."

Wen Ruyu froze for a moment, and then learned to write in Fu Jinghong's hand - "That must be the Fourth Madam."

Fu Jinghong made his palms itch, and wanted to laugh, but finally held back.

He went on to write - "Probably so."

Wen Ruyu seemed to hesitate for a moment, and wrote—"It seems that Senior Murong has a deep affection for this fourth lady."

Passionate?

Fu Jinghong sneered in his heart.

If Murong Lin was really affectionate, why would he marry the wives in the next few rooms?

Murong Yi is already 27 or 20 years old, so Mrs. Murong must be her first wife. If this fourth wife is really the Buddha Heart Liuli, the saint of the Demon Sect, then she should have entered the Murong Mansion 20 years ago.Her disappearance [-] years ago may be because she fell in love with Murong Lin, so she gave up her status as a saint and hid in Murong's mansion, which was unknown to outsiders...

Doing so would be considered a humiliation for the Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect. She let go of her pride and dignity and was willing to be a Mrs. Murong who would never be able to stand on the stage. However, Murong Lin later married Mrs. Erfang .

He may not love the two wives, but it doesn't mean that he really loves the Buddha Heart Liuli... The secret of the Demon Sect in the secret path was probably given to him by the Buddha Heart Liuli.

Judging by his attitude towards the bereaved son of Buddha Heart Liuli, he is neither hot nor cold, and even a bit venomous.

Since the Buddha Heart Liuli is dead, why does Murong Lin act like this?I'm afraid it's just a disturbed conscience.

Fu Jinghong shook his head and stopped looking into the room.

He found a place and was about to step down when he suddenly felt a wave of heat churning in his abdomen.

His expression changed immediately, he knew that the Gu poison had broken out.

Previously he was busy with the matter of the man in yellow, but he forgot to calculate the time when the poisonous poison would attack. This sudden attack caught him off guard.

Fearing that Murong Lin would find out again, he hurriedly ran towards the guest room regardless of Wen Ruyu.

He didn't think about who to ask for detoxification, but he just knew that he couldn't disturb Murong Lin anymore.

But this time the Gu poison was stronger than the previous ones. When he walked to the garden, his legs were already shaking, and he couldn't stand anymore.

A wave of heat in his abdomen was better than another wave of heat, and his rear seemed to be a little itchy and unbearable.

Sweat slowly oozes from the corner of his forehead, and he can't help but clenched his hands tightly, pinching his palms with his nails to keep awake.

But the feeling was getting stronger and stronger, so that he could hardly take a step anymore.

Hot...he only felt hot all over his body...

"Brother Fu..."

There was a soft cry from behind.

"Why did you leave suddenly?"

Wen Ruyu's voice came gradually.

It's so clear and moist, like pearls falling on a jade plate.

Fu Jinghong let out a long sigh of relief.

Consciousness seems to be less chaotic than before.

But the hotness in the abdomen is even worse.

"Brother Fu?"

As if sensing that something was wrong with Fu Jinghong, Wen Ruyu's voice was tinged with worry.

Fu Jinghong took a long breath and turned around abruptly.

Wen Ruyu's white clothes Shengxue behind him made him stand out from the dust, unlike ordinary people.

Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled, and slowly moved closer.

"Brother Fu?" Wen Ruyu called again.

Fu Jinghong slowly stretched out his hand and covered his mouth.

Wen Ruyu was taken aback for a moment, with a puzzled look on her face.

The hand covering his mouth suddenly moved down slowly, from his chin to his neck, and continued down.

Feeling the warmth from the palm of his hand, Fu Jinghong sighed comfortably.

When his hand slipped into his underwear, Wen Ruyu pressed Fu Jinghong's restless hand.

Fu Jinghong frowned dissatisfied, stretched out his other hand, and touched

The other side.

With some helplessness, Wen Ruyu grabbed Fu Jinghong's hand with both hands and stopped him.

At this time, Fu Jinghong raised his eyebrows and smiled, and moved closer to Wen Ruyu.

Wen Ruyu was startled for a moment, then felt Fu Jinghong's leg squeezed between his legs, and then slowly went up...

Wen Ruyu trembled, and reached out to push Fu Jinghong away, but Fu Jinghong grabbed the palm of his hand and licked it gently.

He couldn't help being stunned, he just felt itchy in his palms, as if being scratched by a feather, but he felt soft and powerless.

The moment Wen Ruyu lost his mind, Fu Jinghong bent his legs slightly, and rubbed against Wen Ruyu's place through the gown gently.

Wen Ruyu's fair face was stained with a blush.

Not long after, Fu Jinghong noticed a reaction there with satisfaction.

He raised his eyebrows, slowly approached Wen Ruyu, and said in a soft voice: "I want to share with you, can you break your sleeves with me?"