Chapter 1 I am Gusu Murong

(The author is new, so I can't control it well. I apologize to everyone in advance.

The early plot is to pave the way for the future confrontation with Murong Bo and his son. Dear readers, please forgive me for the time being. Sorry)

In the Northern Song Dynasty, there was Yanziwu on Taihu Lake, thirty miles west of Gusu City.

"Bah! Who the hell are you? How dare you compete with the eldest son? If it weren't for the patriarch's mercy, you would have been thrown into the lake to feed the fish!"

Chen Ji, oh no, now he should be called Murong Ji, wiped the saliva from his face and looked at the nanny in front of him expressionlessly.

She is an elder in the Murong family and is said to be her father's wet nurse.

Turning his head to look at the man in white, Sheng Xue, was his brother, Murong Fu, who was four years older than him.

He didn't want to use the last name Murong and wanted to continue calling himself by his previous life's name.

"Snapped!"

Nanny Cheng slapped Murong Ji on the face, "What are you looking at! You can't look directly at the face of the Supreme, do you know that? I really don't know how you learned this etiquette!"

"The head of the family is really a fool. He still keeps a waste like you! It is a disgrace to the Murong family."

"When the eldest son becomes the emperor of Dayan, I will definitely give you five horses..."

"shut up!!"

Murong Fu directly scolded her and looked at Nanny Cheng with a gloomy face.

"It's true that we are descendants of Great Yan, and we have never thought about becoming emperors. Now the world is peaceful and the wise king is on the throne. Madam Cheng, watch your mouth!"

"Oh, yes, yes, it's all my fault for being so mean." Two slaps hit his face with great force, and it became red and swollen instantly.

Murong Fu frowned, looking unhappy, put his hands behind his back, and pretended to be an adult, "You can go down!"

"Old slave, please retire."

Murong Ji pulled at his grabbed arm, but he couldn't break free with his current strength.

Fight back? He was only six years old, how could he be a match for that old poisonous woman? Besides, that Cheng Ma's kung fu was not low.

He has now entered the realm of martial arts, and over the past six years, he has become accustomed to the sarcasm, beatings and insults.

"Little brother, I'm sorry that big brother is late and made you suffer." The ten-year-old Murong Fu looked concerned and slapped the maid who grabbed his arm to the ground.

"Brother Deng, sink these treacherous servants into the lake!"

The three maids were horrified and kept knelt down to beg for mercy, but Deng Baichuan kicked them one by one, severely injuring them and throwing them into the pond nearby.

Murong Ji's face was calm. This scene had happened many times since he could remember.

Based on his understanding of Murong Fu, he was probably trying to kill him under the pretext of "accidental action". There was no doubt that he had experienced it himself.

Why? Because he wanted to get rid of someone who was competing with him for the throne.

The Murong family established five dynasties. Which one did not fail due to internal clan strife?

They seem to have no memory, and killing their own kind is engraved in their genes.

Murong Ji's face darkened. Perhaps there was another reason. He might not be Murong Bo's child. His mother Wang Zhixian did not have a very good reputation.

But even so, he would not fall to the point of being bullied by a stupid woman who was 'suspected' to be Murong Bo's wet nurse.

Unless, this is a test, a test of the Murong family against the Wang family. I had this idea a long time ago, as my own experience became worse and worse.

His parents turning a blind eye made him feel even more desperate.

He glanced at the four people surrounding him.

Deng Baichuan, Gongye Qian, Bao Bu Tong, and the storm were terrible.

The four great ministers of the Murong family.

Murong Ji felt a chill in his heart and thought it was a little ridiculous. Looking at Murong Fu trying to imitate the calmness of an adult, he felt a sense of humor, like a monkey in human clothing.

[You are so young and yet you are dreaming of becoming an emperor.] With your brows lowered and your eyes gloomy, you might as well give it a try.

It has been six years since he traveled to the Northern Song Dynasty. Since he was born in the second year of Xining, he has had memories of his previous life. He originally thought that the Murong family was also a prominent family and his life was stable.

Who would have thought that it was because of his mother's past romantic affairs.

His status in the Murong family was only slightly better than that of a low-level servant. Fortunately, he was a legitimate son, otherwise he would have been beaten to death at will.

Therefore, it became a bargaining chip between Murong Ji and the Wang family, and it was not even a bargaining chip.

Murong Ji exhaled slowly, without much anger in his heart. In his opinion, the Murong family was just that, and his best choice was to get away from them as soon as possible.

"Brother, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Murong Ji rubbed his wrists, turned the bracelet on his left wrist, and suddenly laughed, "If it weren't for my father's consent and my eldest brother's instructions, how could a woman dare to lay a hand on the eldest son of the Murong family?"

"Brother, you acted so badly!"

Murong Fu's face gradually darkened. He did not refute and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Your existence is a shame to my mother, me, and the Murong family."

"I'm afraid that my father will adopt someone from the Murong family's side branch to inherit the family business. You can go with peace of mind. I will give my second son to you in the future. You don't have to worry about no one to worship you."

He had the intention to kill, but he couldn't do it before he accomplished his great cause. Killing his brother would be bad for his reputation, so he had to use some other means.

Murong Ji smiled, as if he hadn't heard anything: "Haha, why don't you go talk to my father and let me take my mother's surname, Wang?"

When he caught a glimpse of a figure flashing in the distance, Murong Ji felt relieved. The maid A Qing went to call her mother.

Murong Fu's face suddenly turned gloomy, and he secretly hated her in his heart. Why was she so stubborn? ! "What's the matter? Did the name Murong make you feel wronged?!"

Murong Ji looked down at the ground. He just wanted to escape from here quickly. None of these people had a normal mind.

"I'm talking to you! You uneducated thing!" Murong Fu shouted. Murong Ji looked up at him and said, "What are you talking about? My mother's reputation has been humiliated, and it's not just me who is implicated, you are also implicated. My today is your tomorrow!"

"bump!"

Murong Fu kicked Murong Ji in the chest, almost knocking him out. When he reacted, he was already flying backwards in the air.

"Pfft!"

Murong Ji fell directly into the water. Most of Yanziwu inside and outside was covered with water. Murong Ji did not know how to swim, so he subconsciously grabbed everything he wanted to grab around him.

I forced myself to calm down, and struggled to the surface of the water, wanting to take a deep breath, but I choked on the water.

The pain and itchiness in his trachea and the fishy-sweet taste in his mouth made him feel very uncomfortable.

His strength gradually depleted. He gathered his breath and climbed out of the water to take a look. His mother was scolding Murong Fu and didn't care at all that he had fallen into the water. She didn't even glance at him.

Murong Ji was very calm, as he had expected this. He was sure that he would not die. If he died and the rumors became true, the Murong family would completely lose face.

The Murong family is cold-hearted by nature, and Murong Ji has known this since he could remember.

My consciousness gradually fell into darkness, just like myself sinking to the bottom of the water.

In the bottom of his heart, there was still a ray of light, which was the only remaining warmth. Murong Ji wanted to see clearly what it was.

He tried to look at the light with his conscious mind, and as his vision widened, a bracelet appeared before his eyes. No, it should be said that it was a golden hoop. There were four words engraved on the golden hoop: "Empty, Quiet, and Deep."

[It is this!] The antique I bought before I traveled through time!
He regained consciousness in an instant and felt someone grabbing his hand and floating upwards. Murong Ji opened his eyes and saw a beautiful face, like a fairy who had descended to earth.

When I woke up again, I was frozen.

After a quick glance, I saw that this was Ah Qing's room.

I felt somewhat fortunate in my heart that I was not dead after all. I had traveled through time once, but had not experienced the beauty of martial arts, nor had I seen how beautiful the fairy sister in the Langhuan Jade Cave was.

How can you bear to die?
Thinking of the person who saved me, I felt a little warm in my heart. Li Qingluo! My aunt. If it weren't for her help over the years, I would have had a hard time.

Mainly, she is beautiful.

[You must leave the Murong family as soon as possible, or you will die at the hands of Murong Fu sooner or later. ]

He had already thought it through, and it would be reasonable for him to go abroad to study through the Wang family's connections.

In my current situation where my father and mother don't love me, even if I die one day, it won't cause any waves.

He is not a fool. He will find a way to take revenge later. A cold light flashed in his eyes. The most important thing now is to survive!
Murong Ji lifted the clothes on his chest and looked at an obvious purple footprint. The pain was as if he had just remembered him.

The pain was so piercing that he almost cried out.

"Cough cough!"

He just coughed twice and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He collapsed on the bed, powerless and breathing was very laborious.

Murong Ji knew that Murong Fu really wanted him to die, and that kick was because his power was not strong enough, otherwise, he would have been killed with that kick.

[Practice martial arts! You must practice martial arts.]

Murong Ji was extremely eager, if for no other reason, even for self-protection! He had to practice! But now, he seemed to be dying, and he felt his body temperature dropping.

He was getting more and more sleepy, but he couldn't sleep. He must not sleep. Murong Ji kept comforting himself that once he fell asleep, maybe everything would be over.

"Doctor, this way, quickly!" Ah Qing's voice came from outside the house.

Murong Ji looked at three blurry figures coming in from the door, one of them was Li Qingluo in jade silk shirt.

I don’t know how long it took, but after Ah Qing gave him the medicine, Murong Ji fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, it was five days later.

Murong Ji stared at the diamond bracelet on his left wrist, somewhat confused. He had no idea when he put on the bracelet.

Quickly turning over the inner wall of the bracelet, the four words "empty and quiet" were extremely clear.

She exhaled slowly, feeling that the bracelet was somewhat mysterious. She heard laughter coming from outside and hurriedly covered the bracelet.

Touching my chest, the pain has eased a lot and I can walk around, but I need someone to support me.

I feel extremely lucky that I am still alive.

"Second Master, you're up."

Ah Qing put the water aside and helped Murong Ji wash and dress. Then he made the bed and cleaned the room.

Murong Ji looked at the back of the girl. She was the maid assigned to him by his mother. After all, she was the legitimate son. If she did not behave properly, it would bring shame to the Murong family.

When the maid brought the meal, Ah Qing served him.

"Second Young Master, the Master invites you."

Murong Ji paused while eating, his face calm, "I got it."

　As a side note, the setting of the Murong family has a lot of flaws.

　　But this is really not something I wrote randomly.

　　For some families, killing each other is almost ingrained in their bones.

　　For example, what would you do when you meet a fellow villager?

　　I will subconsciously be on guard, but they will stab you without mercy.

　　Just like brothers, let's pit...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)