Zongwu: Murong Fu! I want both the beauty and the kingdom

"Then I'll tell you, I've asked around, Murong Fu is rich enough to rival a country, I heard that the Hundred Flowers Soap was made by him, and remember that Hesi, he also made it!"

"What, he was the one who made Heysilk?!" Ma Zi's eyes were full of excitement, and the other people had the same expression. Obviously, to these people, Heysilk was more interesting to them than Baihua Soap.

"What we are saying is that the Dali Kingdom used to give us rewards every year, but now they are at war among themselves. For the past few years, let alone rewards, there has not even been any reward!"

"Lao Guang, do you have any? Not even a single one." As he said this, he looked at Lao Guang.

"Lao Dao, just say it, why are you asking me?!" Lao Guang's face was full of black lines. His nickname Lao Guang came from the bald man. If Lao Dao said this on normal days, he would definitely be anxious, but Lao Dao was talking about serious matters, so he didn't want to make a fuss.

"Hehe, a few years ago they came to our village to recruit people to serve as soldiers. Now many of their troops are our young men. Let's work together and bring out an emperor to rule the country!"

"Our people can be emperors?! But our people can't do that. Can you, Lao Dao? If you could, you would have been the emperor long ago. Why would you have to eat dirt here?!" Lao Guang found a topic this time and attacked Lao Dao without hesitation.

"I can't do it, but do you think this person who created Baihua Soap and Heysi can do it?!" Lao Dao finally revealed his true intentions. It turned out that Lao Dao wanted Murong Fu to be the emperor.

"Lao Dao, are you stupid? Why should he be the emperor? If he is the emperor, what is the difference between him and the people down there? "

"Now, he can make money, and everyone can see it. All of us in our village are poor but happy. Apart from being poor, we are happy.

Let me put it this way, how many of our villages have not had people starve to death? ! Our village is the richest, but people have also starved to death when the harvest is bad, am I right? "Lao Dao looked around at everyone, and everyone felt a little embarrassed.

After all, as a chief, it would not be glorious to tell others that people had starved to death in his village.

Seeing that no one spoke, Lao Dao continued: "Secondly, this man is very skilled in martial arts, otherwise he would not be able to kill the tiger." Everyone nodded again.

“This is the most valuable thing. Have you ever seen a hero with such high martial arts skills who would care about us and help people like us?!” When Lao Dao said this, tears welled up in his eyes.

It turned out that Lao Dao had a son, but one day a martial artist passed by the village, and all the able-bodied men in the village were out hunting down wild beasts in the mountains.

The martial artist took the food on his own. Mountain people can be hospitable, but they cannot take food without asking. Lao Dao's wife just cursed a few words and was killed.

The people in the martial arts world are arrogant and domineering, and it is not just talk that knights break the law with force.

Ma Zi patted Lao Dao's shoulder, sighed, and said nothing.

Lao Dao collected his thoughts and continued, "Thirdly, this Master Murong is a descendant of the State of Yan. There is a word 'Fu' in his name, which means he wants to restore his country, so he will definitely agree to our request. We want to get rich, and he wants to restore his country, so we each get what we want!"

"How do you know? Isn't it said that Murong Fu is a Han Chinese?" Lao Guang said, patting his head.

"Lao Guang, if you can speak, just speak. If you can't speak, just shut up. You interrupted me before I finished speaking!" Lao Dao glared at him. This Lao Guang was holding a grudge and always interrupting him.

"This is what my youngest sister, who is now a princess, said. It is of course true. The Murong clan has lived in the Central Plains for hundreds of years. It can be said that they are already Han people. But the incident that Murong Longcheng caused was not small. People with background in the martial arts world naturally know that the Murong clan is a descendant of the Yan State."

"Oh, I was wondering why you let 'Lan Fenghuang' help Murong Fu in. It turns out that you want to be the father-in-law of the emperor. I thought you were stupid. You gave your daughter away when you saw this boy." Old Ma is rough but meticulous and observant.

"Of course. Everyone in your family has a son. Daughters are treated as money-losing goods and are married off early. So what's wrong with me letting Lan Feng go?" Lao Dao glared again and spoke with confidence.

"Cheers!" The youngest chief among them smashed the wine bowl and said.

Let’s not talk about the specific conspiracy and the sleepless night they had, but when Murong Fu woke up the next day, he felt a severe headache.

When I touched my body, I felt it was smooth.

When he opened his eyes, he found a woman on top of him. A pretty face appeared in front of him. The woman had yellowish skin and the fitness of a mountain girl. Her eyes were huge and black as ink. She looked at him with a smile, full of joy.

"Um, you this, me this, us this~~~" Murong Fu suddenly became incoherent and his tongue began to rub against each other.

"My name is Dao Lanfeng, and people call me 'Lan Fenghuang'. From now on, you are my man." The woman chuckled and said openly.

As she said this, she put on her clothes in front of Murong Fu. Halfway through, she took a peek and thought, wow, it’s great that her man is full of energy again.

Lan Fenghuang put her arms around Murong Fu's neck and supported him... Some words omitted here

Murong Fu was a little embarrassed. He was only 16 years old and had just become an adult, but he had already started Murong Kong's life? !