Chapter 6: Ah Qing is Dead
Murong pinched his thigh very hard, and his little face could no longer maintain its expression. He sobbed and choked, trying his best to suppress his cries. He kept thinking about all the sad things in his life.

[My own beautiful boss! It will be a bargain for others! ]

[I haven’t spent all my money yet! I just traveled through time like this! ]

[My VIP of Heaven and Earth…]

Try hard to create the suppressed sadness and heart-wrenching feeling of blood connection and heart connection between mother and child.

Li Qingluo held him in her arms, and then she touched the book on his waist, but she ignored it calmly.

She could think of many things, and it turned out that she had entrusted her trust to the wrong person, Wang Zhixian, who had a good family background, good looks, and good vision.

You must be blind to fall in love with Murong Bo.

Thinking of this, Li Qingluo felt sad again. Wasn't she the same? !
Holding Murong Ji, he walked out of the room and said lightly, "Xian'er is gone."

When Murong Ji woke up, Yanziwu had become quiet.

Getting off the bed, Murong Ji took out the book in his arms, flipped through it and found that this was the Murong family's inherited sword technique, the most core family knowledge.

I sighed softly and felt a little uncomfortable looking at my mother's beautiful handwriting.

Then he was stunned. There was one move in the sword technique that was incompatible with the whole set of sword techniques! It was as if the other sword techniques were just to match this one move.

After putting the book away, Murong Ji walked out and followed the flow of people until he found the mourning hall.

Murong Ji was stunned. Where was the coffin? There was only an empty memorial tablet. He slowly exhaled, knelt beside Murong Fu, and burned paper for his mother.

Murong Fu glared at him fiercely, but did not get angry as he saw that there were many guests outside.

Murong Ji had no expression on his face, and murmured, "From now on, I can only depend on Ah Qing for my life."

Normally, the body needs to be kept for three days. This person has just died and entered the Murong family's ancestral spirit realm. What is Murong Bo worried about? !

This is already completely disregarding the Wang family.

Before the funeral was over, Murong Bo disappeared, leaving only the brothers Murong Fu and Murong Ji to take care of it.

Murong Ji glanced at Uncle Wang Xin, who was frowning, and his dissatisfaction was no longer tolerable.

But what could he do? Get angry at his two nephews?

"This Murong family! Don't they even have an elder to take care of things? They have to let these two kids support them here!"

Hearing Wang Xin's roar, the two brothers said nothing.

The elders of the Murong family are all distant relatives, and the direct line of the Murong family seems to have always been weak.

Murong Ji lowered his head in thought. It was possible that the orthodox lineage of the sect was killed by Murong Bo. Judging from Murong Fu's actions and Murong Bo's tacit attitude, it was indeed possible.

Murong Ji's heart was pounding, and he had to remind his uncle.

"Uncle, can I still go to your house to study?"

Murong Ji's voice was soft and sounded pitiful. Wang Xin sighed lightly, glanced at the two brothers of the Murong family, and was about to speak.

Murong Fu said directly: "What are you studying for? Your mother is dead, and you are still thinking about your future! You should have given you..."

Seeing his uncle Wang Shen's face turn pale, Murong Fu immediately shut up.

Murong Ji squeezed out a few tears and thought to himself, [What a great assist! ]

Wang Xin exhaled. He thought of something and his face turned a little greener. "Ji'er, let's move to Wang Family Villa tomorrow. The Murong family is a famous family. How can we survive without someone in the court?"

"Thank you uncle."

After all the guests who came to pay their respects left, Murong Ji returned to the bedroom with a tired look. He took a quick look and was not seeing Ah Qing, which made him feel a little surprised.

In the past, whenever I came back, Ah Qing would come to serve me. Why is he nowhere to be seen today?
After waiting for a while, Ah Qing still didn't come back. I put on my shoes and walked outside. I came to Ah Qing's room and saw that the door was ajar.

I pushed the door open and was stunned for a moment.

Ah Qing was naked, her body was covered with bruises, and there was a slap mark on her face, which made half of her face swollen. Her eyes were wide open as she stared blankly at the roof.

The surroundings were in a mess. Murong Ji's eyelids drooped. He already had internal strength, and his ears and eyes were sharp. He could clearly distinguish the breathing sounds of several people in the room.

The best thing to do is to withdraw now and call for help. Suddenly, Murong Ji's pupils shrank, [Murong Fu!] He lowered his eyelids and gently stroked the diamond cutter on his wrist.

"Ah, Ah Qing~" Murong Ji's voice was trembling. He staggered forward a few steps and pushed her, but there was no response.

I checked her breathing and pulse, but there was still no sound.

Ah Qing, dead! Really dead!

I pinched my thigh secretly and tears couldn't stop falling.

I keep reminding myself of the person who takes care of me like a sister.

"Someone come, someone come! Someone come quickly!" The crying voice became louder and louder, wanting someone to help, to treat the disease!

"Ah? The Second Young Master is here."

A voice was heard in the room. Murong Ji's heart sank. He turned around and saw Deng Baichuan standing naked beside the screen, looking at Murong Ji with a smile.

Murong Ji's eyes were red as he stared at him intently, "Y-you did it?!"

Deng Baichuan poured a pot of water and said with some disappointment: "I just wanted to taste her, not to kill her. Who would have thought that she would be so...unbearable."

"She is just a maid. Don't be sad, Second Young Master. I will find you a few more beautiful ones from Qingyun Manor."

Murong Ji was trembling all over. She was just a maid, just a maid!
Yes, as the head of the four great generals of the Murong family, Qingyun Villa, what does it matter if a maid is killed? ! Even if my mother is here, what can I do?

The servants and maids all knew how to choose.

Murong Ji was also very clear that he was very happy about Ah Qing's death. Wasn't it worth being happy that his dog's legs were broken?

But if you want to put on a full show, [it would be more reasonable to pounce on him at this time. 】

Murong Ji gritted his teeth, jumped up suddenly, and punched Deng Baichuan, his red eyes full of murderous intent.

Deng Baichuan was somewhat surprised and tried to defend himself hastily. He was very familiar with the art of fighting and changing the stars, and he was able to dissolve Murong Ji's strength directly and withstand his palm strike.

Apart from some redness on the skin on my chest, there was nothing wrong.

Murong Ji was stunned for a moment, and stood there in shock. At the age of eight, he really couldn't do anything...

"Hehe, Second Young Master, now that I've vented my anger, I'm leaving." Deng Baichuan picked up his clothes, put them on and walked out of the house.

Murong Ji heard the footsteps fading away, came to his senses, picked up the torn clothes on the ground, and pretended to throw them down angrily again.

He took out a new piece of clothing from Ah Qing's closet, helped her wipe her body clean, put them on one by one, and then just sat there blankly.

When he came to his senses, Murong Fu, still in mourning clothes, was already standing in front of Murong Ji, chuckling.

"You look so miserable, haha. You are such a loser, you are willing to die for a maid."

Murong Fu bent down and said softly, "This time, the person who could finally protect you is dead. What are you going to do? My little brother, hahahaha."

Murong Ji laughed, "Yes, I am a waste. I can't even protect my own people. But, Murong Fu, you will never become an emperor in this life."

Murong Fu's face froze, and then turned gloomy: "What did you say?!"

Murong Ji chuckled: "Emperors throughout history were all tolerant in the early days of their careers. Look at your own behavior. You can't even tolerate your own brother. Are you worthy of being an emperor?! Haha!"

"Everything you do is seen by your subordinates. They will think, if you treat your own brother like this, they will be even more miserable, right?"

"How dare you!" Murong Fu slapped Murong Ji with his palm, ruthlessly. Murong Ji was prepared for it, and he slapped back directly.

Murong Fu's moves were continuous and his internal strength was much deeper than Murong Ji's, but Murong Ji was mature and took a few moves calmly, and for a while they were evenly matched.

[As time goes by, the magic skill of 55 is revealed! ]

Suddenly, Murong Ji's mind moved, [I deserve to lose, I must lose! ]

In just a few hits, Murong Ji was knocked flying backwards.

He bumped into the cabinet and fell to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

(End of this chapter)