Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Chapter 37
In desperation, Mu Wanqing heard this familiar voice, just like the rain after a long drought, she was overjoyed, and shouted in the direction of the voice in the midst of her haste: "Brother Zhu, I am here!"

As soon as the words were finished, a middle-aged literati dressed as a strong man and a Confucian scholar floated over.

The big man used a wrought copper stick, tied a long rope to the stick, and the middle-aged scribe held a pair of judge pens with both hands. They were Zhu Danchen and Chu Wanli, two of the four great officials under Duan Zhengchun, the Southern King of Dali Town.

The two jumped out from the eaves at the corner of the street, and within a few seconds they were close to Mu Wanqing's battle group.

Chu Wanli brandished a long stick to beat the crowd, knocking down several people in a few strokes, wherever Zhu Danchen's judge's pen went, all the people had their acupoints pricked one after another, and they fell to the ground. More than a dozen people fell down, and broke through a path surrounded by hundreds of people. Although the two attacked fiercely, they deliberately restrained their strength when they shot, so the slaves who surrounded Mu Wanqing were only affected by someone. injured, but no one died.

Zhu Danchen waved the judge's pen to protect the two of them.

With a wave of Chu Wanli's copper stick, the long rope was thrown out, and the originally soft long rope circled in the air as if it had life, and wrapped itself around Mu Wanqing's waist. With great effort, Mu Wanqing's body rose from the middle of the battle group and flew away from the battle circle. Then Chu Wanli jumped onto the nearby beams in one step. As soon as his feet landed and his wrists exerted force again, Mu Wanqing was caught by him. He completely left the encirclement and stood firmly on the eaves.

His long copper stick evolved from a fishing rod, and what he is best at is saving people and getting things. A long stick is like a finger, and the group of evil slaves surrounding Mu Wanqing below are shown by Chu Wanli. Wu Gong was stunned, for a moment he forgot what he was here for, he just stared blankly at Mu Wanqing's body drawing a beautiful arc in the air, and then stood still on the eaves

Seeing that the two of them were out of trouble, Zhu Danchen didn't want to fight, so he slapped the servant who was closest to him flying with his palm, taking advantage of the short period of confusion, he tipped his toes, flew out backwards, then jumped and landed on the eaves .

Mu Wanqing narrowly escaped death, full of pleasant surprises, and was about to speak to each other, Zhu Danchen stopped Mu Wanqing with a wave of his hand, and then said something in a voice that only the two of them could hear, Mu Wanqing's face suddenly revealed Shocked, he immediately forgot to be full of doubts, followed Zhu Danchen and Chu Wanli and left, leaving a group of people below stunned.

Granny Ping asked: "Mrs. Rui, do you want to chase after me?"

Granny Rui gritted her teeth, a stern look appeared on her face, and then she seemed to think of something, her expression relaxed again, and she said bitterly: "Those two people are too skilled in martial arts, we are not opponents, chasing them is just to get what we want Disgrace, although there are many slaves in this group, none of them can help!"

As she spoke, she glared fiercely at the group of people under her. After being stared at by her, everyone lowered their heads and did not dare to look at her. Granny Ping secretly heaved a sigh of relief: "In that case, let's hurry back, after all This time we took the initiative to bring people out.”

When Granny Rui thought about it, a trace of fear appeared on her face, and then she restrained her expression, and shouted at her subordinates: "You slaves! Keep your mouth tight when you go back, and don't bark! Otherwise, hmph, the camellia planted by the madam is terrible. There is still a shortage of flower fertilizer!"

Everyone hurriedly said that they would not confide a word, and Granny Rui ordered people to take the injured and hurried back.

"Brother Zhu, why are you here?"

After running all the way, Mu Wanqing finally couldn't hold back the inner doubts and asked.

Zhu Danchen hesitated for a moment, then replied: "The emperor is not far ahead, and I will tell you everything later."

Mu Wanqing was shocked: "Your Majesty? You mean, Uncle is here?"

Zhu Danchen nodded: "Girl Mu, be careful, all our whereabouts this time are kept secret."

Originally, Zhu Danchen was a retainer of the Duan family, and Mu Wanqing was Duan Zhengchun's biological daughter, so he should be called Master Mu Wanqing, but the identity of Mu Wanqing's illegitimate daughter was really embarrassing, so he had to still be called Miss Qi Mu, but fortunately the other party I don't care either.

Seeing the other party's serious expression, Mu Wanqing knew that the situation was serious, so she kept her mouth shut.

The three of them drove twenty or thirty miles away, and came to an inn, Zhu Danchen led the two of them to an upper room, knocked on the door lightly three times, and then patted it again, someone in the room opened the door Seeing that it was Zhu Chu and Mu Wanqing, there was a hint of surprise in their eyes, but they didn't ask, but let the three of them into the room.

Mu Wanqing followed the two into the room.

At this time, the originally spacious room seemed a little crowded because it was full of people.

Mu Wanqing was surprised to find that all the masters she had met in Dali before were here at this time, and there were two old monks she didn't know, and an old man in a long gown was sitting in the middle of the room. Low-key, but the elegant and luxurious air of the king is still revealed unconsciously. It is the Dali Emperor Baoding Emperor Duan Zhengming!And the one who opened the door for the three of them earlier was Gao Shengtai, an important minister of Dali.

Seeing the three of them returning, everyone in the room was overjoyed. When Emperor Baoding saw Mu Wanqing, he immediately remembered that Mu Wanqing met his kind and gentle uncle, and thought of all the things in his heart during this period. Aggrieved, his nose suddenly became sour, and he threw himself into Emperor Baoding's arms and began to cry. Emperor Baoding spoke kindly, so as to comfort him.

When Mu Wanqing calmed down, she asked, "Uncle, why did you come to Gusu?"

Gao Shengtai, the Marquis of Shanchan, explained: "Since the son of the Prince of Zhennan was kidnapped by those monks, the emperor has been in trouble for a long time. After discussing with Master Ku Rong and a group of important court officials, he decided to resolve the matter according to the rules of the world. Therefore, I brought a group of masters from Dali and two eminent monks from Tianlong Temple to Gusu."

It turned out that the two old monks in the room were the two eminent monks of the same generation in Tianlong Temple, Benxiang and Benguan, and the rest were Dali Sangong, Ba Tianshi, Hua Hexu, and Fan He.Adding Gao Shengtai, Zhu Danchen, Chu Wanli and Emperor Baoding himself, most of the masters of the Dali royal family except Master Ku Rong are here.

After Duan Yu was kidnapped that night, Emperor Baoding quickly held an imperial meeting, and finally decided that Zhennan King Duan Zhengchun would temporarily supervise the country, and he would bring a group of experts to Gusu.

He expected that this time Jiumozhi would definitely bring Duan Yu to Murong's house in Gusu to fulfill his so-called old friend's will. This matter can only be resolved according to the rules of the world. There will inevitably be wars everywhere, and the lives will be ruined. Therefore, knowing that it is a disaster, we can only take this risk.

What's more, when Murong Fu expressed his support for Dali last time, the other party dared to directly attack Murong's family, he must have been well prepared, and this time there must be a hard fight!
Earlier, he ordered Zhu and Chu to visit the paths leading to Yanziwu and Shenhezhuang. It was this chance that they rescued Mu Wanqing.

After Mu Wanqing's listeners finished introducing the situation, she also felt that the situation was serious, and asked worriedly: "That Nan Murong, is Mr. Murong reliable? If the other party and Jiumozhi are in collusion, aren't you very dangerous, uncle?"

Emperor Baoding shook his head: "There is absolutely no such possibility. The Murong family and I are now in the same spirit, and we are each other's arms. I am only worried that this incident will harm Mr. Murong, if that is the case."

After all, he let out a long sigh.

Everyone also felt that a cloud was hanging over their heads.

Mu Wanqing asked curiously: "What kind of person is that Mr. Murong? Uncle, why do you have such confidence in him?"

Emperor Baoding explained: "Mr. Murong is anxious for justice, does not avoid life and death, has the style of an ancient benevolent man, coupled with a clear mind and strong martial arts. There has always been North Qiaofeng in the Jianghu. Nan Murong said that I can get to know Murong in Dali. Young master, it is also a blessing."

Mu Wanqing was fascinated by the deeds of Mr. Murong, and suddenly a strange thought came to his mind: Mr. Xiuqing whose sleeve was ruined by himself in the teahouse today, could it be Mr. Murong?

Together with this idea, even she herself felt absurd: how could there be so many coincidences?
What Mu Wanqing didn't know was that the Young Master Xiu Qing in her mind, the famous Nan Murong in the mouth of Emperor Baoding, was facing the biggest trouble she had in a while.

Murong Fu was smiling, fiddling with the teacup in his hands, Abi and Azhu stood behind him with his hands down, with a solemn expression, on the ground beside him, Bao BuTong and Feng BoE fell into a coma.

On the opposite side of the table, Jiumozhi was wearing a bright yellow robe, with a kind face, reciting Buddhist scriptures, followed by three lamas in red robes, all of them were not weak, their temples were bulging, and their eyes were shining brightly. Like a first-class player.

On the other side, a young man dressed as a Confucian scholar was sandwiched between two barefoot men. The young man was tied up all over, with a handful of hemp walnuts stuffed in his mouth, and looked at Jiumozhi angrily.

After a long time, Murong Fu put down the teacup in his hand: "Master, this time, the reason why he came here is not just to chant scriptures for my subordinates, right? If you have something to say, please speak up!"

(End of this chapter)