Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Hehe, my father-in-law is always strong and powerful." Murong Fu stood on the tree and watched with great interest.

joked:

"Can we get in now?"

"No... no, let's go." Mu Wanqing shook her head and rejected Murong Fu's proposal.

"Hehe, it's a pity that I can't learn from my father-in-law." Murong Fu said with a smile.

Mu Wanqing stretched out her hand and pinched Murong Fu's waist hard: "Okay, let's leave quickly."

Murong Fu's heart was also burning at this time, and he hugged Mu Wanqing: "Hold me tight!"

"Slower."

Mu Wanqing could clearly sense the masculine energy emanating from Murong Fu's body.

You know clearly that the other party will definitely eat you next.

However, she was already prepared and buried her blushing smile in Murong Fu's arms.

Murong Fu smiled "hehe" and walked around the big tree until he came to Mu Wanqing's room.

The latter was shocked when he saw this: "Fulang, didn't we leave? Why did we come back?" M..

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let them hear." Murong Fu said deliberately.

According to his estimation, the two rooms were separated by a hall, as long as he didn't shout at the top of his lungs.

They won't hear each other's breathing.

"this…"

Mu Wanqing wanted to retort, but Murong Fu had already placed her on the bed.

Before she could open her mouth, Murong Fu kissed her on the mouth.

After a while, another soft little thing got in.

Bad...bad guy!

Mu Wanqing was not bullied by Murong Fu for the first time, so she quickly responded.

After a few breaths, a wonderful smell filled the room.

After the two met frankly, Mu Wanqing was surprised and ashamed and said:

"Fulang, you...your body?"

Murong Fu was also very surprised and said: "I don't know, my body changed after taking the Dahuan Dan."

It stands to reason that he is twenty-eight years old and has long passed the age of physical growth.

I don’t know what is hidden in Dahuan Dan.

It actually made his physique more than double, as if he had become a ferocious beast.

Mu Wanqing gritted her teeth. If she had known this, she would have obeyed him... back then.

"Okay, Wan'er, let's hurry up, otherwise my father-in-law's side is over and we will be discovered."

Mu Wanqing's shy little face was almost wet with tears.

He begged softly: "Fu Lang, I love you, please have mercy on me."

Murong Fu looked at the woman beneath him affectionately and said seriously: "Don't worry, Wan'er."

Then, the tense breathing became rhythmic.

A small competition between father-in-law and son-in-law began.

…

A few hours later.

Duan Zhengchun stood under the moonlight with a helpless expression.

People who didn't know better thought he was admiring the moonlight.

In fact, I was waiting anxiously.

"Murong Fu, that bastard, went too far. I spent three bowls of tea in total."

"How are you? It's been a few hours, but you've finally come out."

What do scumbags fear most?

What I fear most is giving birth to a daughter.

He now wanted to rush into the room and pull Murong Fu off his daughter's bed.

"God, if I make a mistake, please retaliate on me and don't embarrass my daughter."

Soon, the whole room was followed by a rising tone that changed to a falling tone.

Murong Fu slowly walked out of Mu Wanqing's room. He looked at his father-in-law with a "laughing" and said:

"Prince Duan, have you been waiting for a long time?"

Pooh!

Not only was it a long wait, it was almost like waiting to death.

"Ahem, no, I just came out." Duan Zhengchun forced himself to put on a calm face and said.

Murong Fu asked knowingly, "Prince Duan, do you have a problem with me?"

"I..." Duan Zhengchun was about to say the words, but he swallowed them back. Changed his words:

"I have just received information. It seems that Yuan Ren will make another big move soon."

"The big operation? Is it because of the competition between me and King Jinlun?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

"No, the target is the Ming Dynasty." Duan Zhengchun said.

Murong Fu's face darkened. The last time the Yuan people destroyed the Ming Dynasty's 300,000-strong army.

This time, I am afraid that they are planning to take advantage of Ming Guo's weakened vitality to seize their hinterland in one fell swoop.

In this way, the territory of the Yuan Kingdom doubled again, and it would form a posture to surround the Song capital.

He said in a deep voice:

"If Ming Dynasty loses, our Majesty may have to move the capital."

Duan Zhengchun smiled contemptuously and said: "Kaifeng has long been unsuitable as the capital of the Song Dynasty."

"If you, Prime Minister Qin, hadn't insisted on leaving, I'm afraid Zhao Huan would have gone to Luoyang long ago."

Murong Fu nodded, but the relationship between Song and Ming had always been good.

Zhao Huan should be able to send troops to help and not let the Yuan Kingdom succeed easily.

"Well, it's getting late, you should go to bed early." Duan Zhengchun said with some embarrassment when Murong Fu didn't speak, his expression resembled that of a worried old father.

Murong Fu smiled when he saw this and asked the other party to walk slowly. For some reason, since his body became stronger, he also became more willing to fight.

I always want to find someone to fight with!

"Is it because of the strong qi and blood?"

Murong Fu muttered, listening to Mu Wanqing's snoring coming from the room.

I feel a little ashamed. I use too much strength when I get things done.

Looking up at the sky, the cold moonlight made him quiet.

Suddenly, a palm-sized bird fell from the sky.

Seeing this, Murong Fu raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the bird, and deftly took off a piece of paper from its leg.

Then, he smiled and said: "King Jinlun is finally here!"

The hour of the second day.

Murong Fu touched Mu Wanqing's beautiful face and said, "Okay, it's time to get up. Your mother has come to remind you several times."

"No, my legs are still hurting now. I need to sleep a little longer." Mu Wanqing gave Murong Fu a rare coquettish look.

"Didn't I already give you exercise to heal your injury? Why does it still hurt?" Murong Fu said with a helpless smile.

"Humph, I don't blame you for keeping your word! Otherwise I would have gotten up early." Mu Wanqing protested in a low voice.

Murong Fu smiled helplessly: "Haha, then you should have a good rest. Recently, just stay with your father."

"Huh? Where are you going?" Mu Wanqing asked in surprise.

"I got news that Jinlun Dharma King has arrived. In four days' time, I will compete with him on the Tianzhong Festival. I need to find a place to retreat for a few days first," Murong Fu said.

"Don't you need me to accompany you?" Mu Wanqing put Murong Fu's hand on her face and asked with concern.

Murong Fu looked at Mu Wan's delicate white and tender body and said with a smile: "Forget it, you are here, how can I still think about retreating."

"It's so bad!" Mu Wanqing was so embarrassed that she added, "I will cheer you on on the day of the competition."

"Okay!" Murong Fu gently touched Mu Wanqing's hair.

After pondering for a moment, he stood up and left, walking aimlessly on the streets of Songdu alone.

Not long after, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang in his ears.

"Amitabha, little friend Murong, long time no see. How are you doing?"