Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Huh~"

A spring breeze blew by.

Murong Fu knew that this was another mating season.

Since you are the father-in-law, I will give you this chance.

"Okay, I'll take Wan'er to relax."

Murong Fu said, holding Mu Wanqing's hand and walking outside.

This time Qin Hongmian was sensible and didn't say a word.

It seems she still has feelings for her father.

"Fulang, tell me, my teacher, will my mother be okay?" Mu Wanqing asked worriedly.

Murong Fu pinched Mu Wanqing's little nose and said, "My father-in-law is quite gentle towards women, so don't worry."

Mu Wanqing's face turned shy, and she lowered her forehead and said, "We haven't even gotten married yet, and you changed your tune so quickly, are you more anxious than me?"

Murong Fu smiled awkwardly and did not explain. Wang Yuyan's biological father was also Duan Zhengchun, and they were half-sisters.

"Pa~"

Murong Fu hit himself on the forehead again. It seemed that A'Zhu's father was also Duan Zhengchun.

I wipe it!

Doesn't it mean that as long as you find a wife in this world, it will be difficult to get past Duan Zhengchun?

The best father-in-law is none other than him!

"Fulang, what's wrong with you?"

"Haha, it's okay, I just think your father has more relatives."

"The Duan family in Dali? There are indeed many." Mu Wanqing said seriously.

Murong Fu shook his head, Wan'er was really silly and sweet, and asked with a smile:

"My dear Wan'er, do you have a place you want to go? If not, how about we live in Fugui?"

Mu Wanqing thought for a while and asked softly: "Fu Lang, I want to go to Jianguo Temple."

"Huh? Okay." Murong Fu replied with a smile.

Jianguo Temple is the most famous temple in the capital of the Song Dynasty. The history of the entire temple can be traced back to the pre-Qin Dynasty.

Naturally, more people came.

"Have you heard that the Yuan Kingdom's envoy has arrived in the capital?"

"Is he the one who wants to compete with Mr. Murong?"

"Yes, I heard that the princess of Yuan Dynasty is also here."

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Listening to the buzzing comments of everyone around him, Murong Fu smiled and said that his own information was not as fast as theirs.

However, he was somewhat surprised that Zhao Min, that little girl, would come to watch the competition in person.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, don't you see that the Imperial Master is leaving?"

When Murong Fu was thinking, Zhao Min came to see him.

A group of soldiers walked from above and directly separated the people who were offering incense.

A man with a humble appearance and a hint of righteousness was placed in the middle to protect him.

It is the so-called national master——Guo Jing.

At this time, one of the soldiers pushed Mu Wanqing's body without any politeness.

Murong Fu frowned and kicked him away.

"touch~"

The soldier instantly flew three feet away with huge inertia, even taking the surrounding soldiers flying with him.

"Assassin, assassin, protect the national master, protect the national master!"

A group of soldiers cheered and gathered around.

Another group of soldiers ran out and confronted Murong Fu.

"Are you blind? Didn't you see that you met my wife?" Murong Fu said unhappily.

"You are so brave. If you dare to attack officers and soldiers, no matter who your wife is, arrest her." A team leader directly ordered.

Murong Fu came up with a big mouth and slapped the leader away. Cursed:

"You won't open your dog eyes to see who I am?"

"Who are you?" the leader asked, covering half of his face that was swollen. ..

"Listen up, I am Murong Fu, the governor of Pingjiang Prefecture. If you have nothing to do, get away from me." Murong Fu said domineeringly.

Mu Wanqing took Murong Fu's hand and whispered, "Fu Lang, I think it's better to forget it. He didn't touch me."

Murong Fu patted Mu Wanqing's hand and smiled bitterly in his heart.

Normally, he wouldn't be so angry.

But as soon as he saw Guo Jing's cunning face and the anger hidden in his bones, he couldn't help but burst out.

There is no way, who knows that he was once an angry young man.

When the soldiers heard Murong Fu's name, they were also stunned.

They looked at each other, no one dared to take a step forward.

Guo Jing was standing not far away and was shocked when he heard Murong Fu's name.

This is a bold Lord.

The key is that he kills without blinking an eye, even killing Prime Minister Qin's disciples when asked.

If something goes wrong and he really slaps himself to death, I'm afraid he won't even have room to talk about it.

"Ahem, it turns out it's Murong Jiedushi. Guo Jing is right!"

Just when the soldier was at a loss for ideas, Guo Jing cleared his throat and took the initiative to approach Murong Fu.

"Oh? It turns out that the Imperial Master is here. Why did you end up in the temple when you weren't watching the sky at night in the Qintian Prison?" Murong Fu said rudely.

Guo Jing smiled and said very politely:

"I'm here to pray for the Song Dynasty. I hope that Murong Jiedushi can win a great victory in the competition in a few days."

"A complete victory?" Murong Fu said coldly in his heart.

You are all of Qin Hui's lineage, you will hope that I win, so go ahead and fool the ghosts.

However, after being slapped in the face and relieved, he felt much better and said smoothly, "Thank you, Imperial Master."

Guo Jing was stunned. He didn't expect Murong Fu to be so easy to talk to. He quickly smiled and said:

"Haha, it should be, it should be. Murong Jieduzhi, I have something to do, so I won't talk to you any more. I will be your host another day, so please come and get together."

Murong Fu smiled slightly: "Haha, easy to say."

Guo Jing then said goodbye and hurried away with the soldiers.

"National Master, are you going to let him go just like that?" the soldier captain who had been slapped in the face asked in confusion.

He has been following Guo Jing since he was named the national master. He is a master who never suffers.

Except for the Eight Wise Kings and the Prime Minister of Qin, the entire court.

Whoever sees him should respectfully call him "National Master"?

Guo Jing rolled his eyes at the soldier captain and said with disdain: "Hmph, now the whole country is waiting for Murong Fu to compete with King Jinlun."

"Don't say I can't touch him now, even if Prime Minister Qin comes, he will betray him."

"Is this... so powerful? Doesn't it mean that no one can cure him?" the soldier captain asked in shock.

"Haha, I can, of course I can. As long as the competition is over, he, a small military commander, can't he just let me and the Prime Minister of Qin rub him into a ball?" Guo Jing said proudly.

The soldier captain smiled furtively and said with admiration: "The national teacher is still wise."

"Hmph, you should learn more from my wisdom." Guo Jing said disdainfully.

"National Preceptor, will we be in charge of the Heavenly Prison now?" the soldier captain asked.

Guo Jing thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, let them leave first. I want to go to the Qin Mansion."

"Is this? I'm afraid it's not safe?" the soldier captain asked worriedly.

"Huh, this is the capital of Song Dynasty. Who dares to do anything to me? Go quickly. Prime Minister Qin will have something important to discuss with me." Guo Jing waved his hand to drive away the soldiers and walked towards Qin Hui's mansion.