Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Murong Fu felt happy and walked in immediately.

The secret room was about five square meters in size, with the walls sealed with thick stone slabs and only a small ventilation opening.

He couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed that this secret room was an excellent place for hiding something or hiding.

There is a stone table in the middle of the secret room. On the table are an oil lamp and several rolls of parchment.

Murong Fu stepped forward and lit the oil lamp, then sat down.

"This secret room will be the beginning of my plan." He whispered to himself.

He took out a dip pen and a bottle of ink and began drawing and recording on parchment.

After a while, a preliminary plan gradually took shape on paper.

At this time, Duan Lang's voice came from outside: "Master, everything has been arranged. Do you need me to do anything?"

Murong Fu put away the paper and pen and ink, blew out the oil lamp, then opened the door of the secret room and walked out.

Murong Fu walked out of the secret room and saw Duan Lang standing at the door of the study, seeming to have something to say.

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?" Murong Fu asked, with a trace of unquestionable majesty on his face.

"Master, the few people just now have settled down. I asked them to wait for your orders in the front yard."

"Okay, take me there."

Duan Lang turned around and walked in front, followed closely by Murong Fu.

When the two walked to the front yard, they saw the two maids, two boys and a middle-aged man standing aside. All five of them had their heads lowered, obviously waiting for orders.

Murong Fu looked around and then said: "You two will be responsible for the daily affairs of this courtyard from now on.

"Especially you," Murong Fu soon pointed to the middle-aged man Qian Tongtong: "You are the housekeeper. I hope you can do a good job in coordinating the internal and external affairs. Do you understand?"

The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly: "Yes, Master, everything will be done according to your instructions."

"That's good. You first find a suitable craftsman and order a plaque for 'Murong Mansion'. It should be made more delicate and not too ostentatious."

"Understood, Master."

Butler Qian Tong immediately accepted the order and hurriedly left.

Murong Fu turned to Duan Lang and said, "You don't have to worry about such daily chores from now on. Just let the housekeeper handle it."

"You have more important tasks to do."

Duanlang responded immediately: "Yes, Master, you are right, these small things should be handled by dedicated personnel."

"I will focus my energy on more important matters."

"very good."

Murong Fu nodded, then turned and walked towards his study.

Duan Lang looked at Murong Fu's back, feeling a surge of admiration in his heart.

He knew that Murong Fu was a person who paid attention to details but could grasp the overall situation. With such a master, he was willing to go all out. .

At this moment, the butler hurriedly walked out, holding a piece of paper: "Master, here is a list of several suitable craftsmen. Please see if there are any that need to be specially designated."

Murong Fu took the note and glanced at it briefly: "Look for carpenter Zhang San. I have heard about his craftsmanship and it is relatively reliable."

"Yes, Master."

The housekeeper received the list and prepared to make arrangements.

Murong Fu walked back to his study, closed the door, and sat at the desk again.

He took out the plan map he had drawn in the secret room, stared at it for a while, and then took a deep breath.

at the same time.

On the other side, in the main palace of Dugu City.

Dugu Fang stood in the center of the lobby, waiting anxiously.

The moon is already hanging high outside the window, but Dugu Ming has not returned yet.

It was already the third day since Dugu Ming took the order and left.

He held on to the stone table and frowned. Every time he heard the sound of the door opening and closing, he would turn his head to look expectantly, but every time it was in vain.

Finally, the door creaked open, and Dugu Ming staggered in. He smelled of alcohol, his face was rosy, and there were mud stains on his sleeves.

"Why are you coming back now? Do you know how worried I am about you!" Dugu Fang's voice was filled with blame, but he couldn't hide the feeling of heartache.

Dugu Ming did not respond to his question, but pushed the servant beside him away.

Dugu Ming walked to the center of the hall, and then almost shouted: "I tell you, that guy Murong Fu, I am no match for him! I almost came back with my life."

After that, he walked over to the table and punched the wooden table hard, making a loud "thud" sound on the tabletop.

Dugu Fang narrowed his eyes. He felt more angry, but he suppressed the emotion, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "Now is not the time to blame you. First, you have to wake yourself up."

Dugu Ming looked at Dugu Fang with eyes blurred by drunkenness, but at that moment, he thought he saw the disappointment and worry that could not be hidden in his father's eyes.

He suddenly felt ashamed, but the alcohol made his mood even more unstable.

"Sober? What's the use of being sober? Can you defeat Murong Fu?" Dugu Ming sneered.

After hearing this, Dugu Fang was speechless for a moment. He felt that he was not only angry at his son, but also blamed himself for his own incompetence.

But he knew that now was not the time to indulge his emotions.

"Now that you know you are no match, you should work harder to improve yourself instead of indulging in alcohol."

Dugu Yifang finally suppressed his anger and spoke calmly.

Dugu Ming was stunned for a moment, then nodded. Although he didn't say anything, there was a hint of recognition in his eyes.

"Go ahead and wake up first. Starting tomorrow, we have to reconsider how to deal with Murong Fu."

Dugu Fang sighed, turned around and walked back to his study.

Dugu Ming stood in the hall, watching his father's back fade away. He suddenly felt a little regretful, regretting his immaturity and impulsiveness.

Dugu Fang walked into the study and closed the door heavily.

He walked to the rosewood desk and sat down tiredly.

This space always made him feel a little peaceful, but tonight, even here there was a depressing atmosphere.

He was thinking about his relationship with Murong Fu, thinking that it had reached an irreconcilable point.

"After all, Murong Fu shouldn't dare to do anything to me casually."

"He also has to worry about his reputation."

Dugu Yifang murmured to himself, his hand unconsciously stroking the long sword inlaid with gold and jade on the table.

But at the same time, Dugu Yifang didn't know.

From Murong Fu's perspective, Dugu Fang was almost not worth mentioning.

In his eyes, the existence of Wushuang City or his own reputation are not used to fight against people like Dugu Yifang.

He just feels that being alone is not worth his time.

now.

Dugu Yifang looked at the bookshelf, his eyes fell on a copy of "The Art of War", and he smiled bitterly.

He opened the drawer, took out a piece of parchment and a brush dipped in water, and began to sort out his thoughts and next plan.

He drafted some action plans on paper, including how to strengthen his own force and how to contact other forces that might become allies.

We even considered various scenarios of possible conflict with Murong Fu...