Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

The journey from Shenhe Village to Mantuo Mountain Villa was only 49 waterways, and the dumb servant was very clever, and he stopped the boat at the shore in just half an hour.

Murong Fu nodded slightly and ordered the mute servant to wait where he was. The mute servant bowed his head submissively, tied the boat to the shore, and stepped aside to wait.

In the past, Aju Abi was responsible for supporting the boat to Mantuo Mountain Villa, but now Murong Fu assigned this task to the mute servants.

The reason is very simple, because she is afraid that Wang Yuyan will be jealous.

Yes, I was really afraid that Wang Yuyan would be jealous. Women are instinctively hostile to women who are close to their lover, no matter in which time and space they are. Even the fairy sister is no exception to this, because it is the innate nature of human beings. Although A'Zhu A'bi is his maid, it is impossible for her to compete with Wang Yuyan for the title of mistress of the Murong family in the future. But after all, Murong Fu's thinking did not belong to this era, and he could not treat a living person as an object, especially after Abi confessed his feelings.

But Murong Fu was not so noble as to want to implement the Enlightenment thinkers' concept of "all men are created equal" in this era. First, due to human nature, when a person enjoys the wonderful taste of power, he should voluntarily give up and return to all living beings. Disaster.

Furthermore, in an era when the special quan is in power, the act of individuals from the special quan class voluntarily giving up the power in their hands not only has no practical significance, but will instead be regarded as a traitor. Although Murong Fu said he considered himself a good person, he could never reach the level of a saint - not to mention that the so-called saints did not see them transcend their own era.

This is the truest thought in Murong Fu's heart when he came to this era - hypocrisy and reality.

Putting aside these seemingly heavy topics, who can resist the temptation of having a beautiful maid and a fairy sister at the same time?

You don't know how blessed you are when you are in the midst of blessings, Brother Murong.

A meaningful smile twitched at the corner of Murong Fu's mouth. I'm afraid I can't even explain the meaning contained in this smile.

Maybe he is mocking this era, maybe he is mocking himself.

With his hands behind his back and no entourage around him, he walked slowly towards Mantuo Villa alone.

It was already mid-July, the time when the leaves were singing and the breeze was blowing. At this moment, Murong Fu was more like an ordinary person outing in the mountains and fields, rather than the contemporary head of the Murong family who was intrigued by the swords and shadows of the rivers and lakes.

However, Murong Fu's good mood was immediately interrupted.

Murong Fu's reverie was interrupted by a shout: "Stop, who is it?"

In the blink of an eye, a group of people emerged from the mountain road. There are people of all ages, and judging from their clothing, they are all servants of Mantuo Villa. The leader was quite unfamiliar, but this was not surprising. Although there were only Mrs. Wang and her daughter in Mantuo Villa, there were hundreds of maids and servants. Murong Fu had to be able to remember them all.

Not to mention that Murong Fu didn't know him, most of the servants at Mantuo Villa had no impression of Murong Fu, his young cousin. After all, due to the feud between the two families, Murong Fu might not visit him once in a year or two.

Although he was slightly surprised, Murong Fu was not angry and smiled silently in his heart: Was he stopped by the Song Dynasty version of security?

Murong Fu was not angry and didn't bother to argue with these people. After all, firstly, these people really didn't know him, and secondly, he didn't bring an entourage with him when he went out, so he was inferior in appearance.

He immediately raised his hands politely and said, "Thank you for your hard work, everyone. Please tell me that Murong Fu is here to visit my aunt."

He originally thought that the other party would know what to do when he said this, but who would have thought that after hearing this, the other party just waved his hand impatiently: "What Murong Fu, I don't know you, and there is no aunt of yours here, so hurry up! Don't come here. Begging for wildfire!"

At this time, Murong Fu, who was well-educated himself, couldn't help but frown: What's going on with these slaves?

Although Murong Fu was not a member of the royal family, he was still half of the royal family. In this era where distinction between superiority and inferiority was emphasized and orderliness was emphasized, this kind of behavior was tantamount to an affront to the majesty of the royal family.

Only then did Murong Fu pay attention to the leading slave. I saw that he had a skinny figure, and his horse face seemed to be artificially elongated. Together with the skinny figure, he looked particularly out of place and had a funny feeling. On the dry face, a pair of small eyes shot out a cold light, staring at Murong Fu motionlessly, with a trace of vigilance in his eyes?

In fact, Murong Fu had already noticed the existence of this group of people before, but he just didn't take it to heart. After all, there were only Mrs. Wang and her daughter in Mantuo Villa, so it was normal to be on guard. Although there were no such people when I came to the villa last time, my aunt, who was moody and would cut off people's hands and feet to make flowers, had a whim and asked her subordinates to arrange an extra shift. Is it normal?

But now it seems that things that were normal are no longer normal.

Even if you don't know yourself, who should know the name of your young cousin, right? You must have heard of Nan Murong’s name, right? Even if you step back 10,000 steps and don’t know these things, when a guest comes to your door, you should still ask for his identity and then deal with it, right? Why are you so anxious, as if you are chasing people away?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes and looked at these healthy servants carefully. If you don't look at it, you will be slightly surprised when you look at it. The few people in front of me have long and long auras and strong muscles and bones. They are at the level of third-rate players in the world. The horse-faced man in the lead was the strongest person in the group. Although he looked thin and sickly, as if a gust of wind could make him turn over, his eyes were shining brightly and he was full of energy. His feet are slightly bulging, and his temples are slightly bulging. He is actually a master who has practiced internal martial arts to a certain level.

Although Mantuo Villa is said to be richer than a prince, generally speaking, masters who have reached a certain level cannot be moved by wealth. Masters at the level of the four ministers can be loyal to the Murong family, partly because the treatment given to them by the Murong family is really generous. The four major estates, including Jinfeng and Xuanshuang, are secretly the property of the Murong family. On the surface, the Murong family doesn't care about them at all. The income earned over the years is only symbolically handed over to the owner's family, and the rest is entirely at the disposal of the four estate owners. However, this alone is not enough. What is more important is that these people's families have been retainers of the Murong family for generations. Murong Bojia treated these people well before his death, which earned them their loyalty to the Murong family.

But even so, it cannot be said to be absolutely loyal. After Murong Fu went crazy in the original work, Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan ignored the former young master! Let a little Abi accompany Murong Fu to the grave to continue her dream of becoming an emperor. Although Murong Fu's killing of Bao Bubu was unjust, the two considered themselves as retainers of the Murong family, so this was an overstep.

All this shows that masters who have practiced martial arts to a certain level cannot be bought with money. Unless you have some ability that convinces him, or you are unparalleled in wisdom, or you are righteous, or you can directly defeat them, otherwise, don't even think about it. As for asking them to be loyal to their subordinates like domestic slaves, usually don't even think about it.

This is why the Wang family has vast wealth, with tens of thousands of hectares of land under their name, but those with the highest martial arts skills are only a few third-rate characters such as Granny Ping and Granny Rui. As for what specific level? Several people joined forces and brought a group of subordinates, and they couldn't handle Mu Wanqing.

It has only been a few days, where did my aunt find such masters?

Any one of these people in front of me is better than Granny Ping or Granny Rui.

In just a short moment, countless thoughts flashed through Murong Fu's mind. In this situation, according to Murong Fu's experience, only one situation was the most likely. When he thought of this possibility, Murong Fu felt worried and angry at the same time, and the energy in his body was activated, ready to take action at any time.

But Murong Fu still had to make final confirmations to avoid accidental injury.

Then the gloomy look on Murong Fu's face quickly disappeared, he cupped his hands and said with a smile: "I was rude and didn't explain clearly. My aunt Li is now the nun in charge of the Mantuo Villa. Granny Tongrui and Granny Heping, etc. She is a good friend, so please pass the news on her behalf and say that her nephew is coming to visit her from afar."

As soon as these words came out, a trace of hesitation suddenly flashed in the eyes of the leading man with a horse face, but that hesitation did not stay long. There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he put on a slightly more relaxed look, and said to Murong Fu: "Mama Li retired and returned to her hometown some time ago. Didn't she tell you?"

"Oh, that's it. I really don't know this. It seems that this trip from thousands of miles away is destined to be in vain. I have been bothering you guys for a long time, so I have to take my leave."

Murong Fu's face showed an expression of sudden realization, and then a trace of regret came to his eyebrows, like a poor boy who couldn't find relatives.

Immediately, Murong Fu cupped his hands in front of several people, said "discuss", then turned around and left, as if he believed what they said.

The moment Murong Fu turned around, the leading horse-faced man winked at his subordinates, with a stern look in his eyes. Several subordinates understood and took out the hidden weapons from their bodies. Under the sunlight, the sharp blades were glowing with a faint light, which was obviously poisonous.

The leading horse-faced man had a stern look on his face, and he fired all kinds of hidden weapons at Murong Fu's back.

At the moment when the hidden weapon was about to hit Murong Fu, Murong Fu's robe automatically moved without any wind. All kinds of hidden weapons fell down one after another as if they had encountered some kind of barrier before they even got within a foot of Murong Fu's body.

The sudden change shocked everyone. Several people who threw concealed weapons were considered experts in the world, but Murong Fu's skills were unheard of.

For a moment, several people were stunned and forgot their movements.

Murong Fu turned around slowly with a smile on his face: "I knew there was a ghost, so will you tell it all next? Or should I let you suffer a little before I tell you?"