Chapter 7 Murong Bo faked his death

"Ahem." Murong Ji felt that he still had some strength, but he didn't want to get up. He didn't know where Murong Bo was at the moment, what if?
[The Murong family has undergone a shocking change. I think Monk Xuanci has discovered Murong Bo's scam.]

Murong Bo is faking his own death to escape.

But he was sure that before he faked his death, he would definitely help Murong Fu solve some problems, such as the Wang family!

Maybe he is now in some corner watching the brothers killing each other!
Don't disbelieve it, he can definitely do it.

Murong Ji wanted to laugh, he found it very ridiculous, the country hasn't even been restored yet, but they were already learning the imperial family's method of raising Gu to train an heir.

No wonder, since Murong Fu, there has been no one left in the Murong family.

Who is Murong Fu? An extremely conceited person. Thinking of this, Murong Ji had a plan in mind.

"Kill me now, let me see how you can restore the Great Yan with the reputation of killing your brothers, hahahaha."

Murong Fu paused, and became more interested. "Haha, do you think I will kill you? My dear brother, I told you that it is your honor to have the surname Murong. When I become the emperor, you will also be a relative."

Murong Fu's face changed, and he stepped on Murong Ji's back, "At that time, I want you to kowtow three times and nine times. I want you to watch how I become the emperor of Dayan!"

He kicked Murong Ji hard, sending him flying and hitting the wardrobe.

Murong Ji gasped heavily, leaning against the wardrobe, watching Murong Fu turn around and leave.

At this moment, he suddenly changed his mind. Originally, he just wanted to stay away from these psychopaths. Now, he wanted Murong Fu to die! No, death was too easy for him.

He should lose everything and then die with a clear mind!

After staying up all night, when the Wang family's servant came to find him the next day, Murong Ji was still in Ah Qing's room.

He asked the servant to help him bury Ah Qing, and then boarded the Wang family's boat.

Back at Mantuo Villa, Murong Ji fell ill. He was a child and his body was very fragile. His cheap aunt Li Qingluo seemed to have become a different person.

He invited various famous doctors to treat him, and his condition improved, but Murong Ji felt sad.

After all, his foundation was injured, and his achievements in martial arts were limited. It was as if someone had instructed Murong Fu to beat him up like this on purpose.

My uncle Wang Shen is very open-minded. The Song Dynasty was founded on culture, and scholars and officials are more popular in the Song Dynasty.

Fearing that Murong Ji was in distress, she often brought four-year-old Wang Yuyan to see him. Over time, he helped the couple take care of the child.

Murong Ji was somewhat helpless. He could only take care of the child. He practiced martial arts, read books, and took care of the child every day.

After wandering around for a while, he turned nine years old. At the beginning of the Yuanfeng period of the Song Dynasty, Murong Ji was called back to Yanziwu.

Murong Ji's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling. He guessed that Murong Bo must have faked his own death!
That myself...

Looking at Wang Yuyan who was reciting the Three Character Classic in her arms, Murong Ji came up with an idea.

As he boarded the boat to Yanziwu, Murong Ji turned his head and glanced at Mantuo Villa. [Cousin, my life is in your hands.]

"Second Master, we're here."

Murong Ji glanced at Feng Boye, who was about the same size as himself, and said, "Back then, he and Murong Fu bullied me a lot!"

He could understand. After all, in the eyes of the Murong family, he was not a member of the Murong family, so they would naturally stand united against external enemies.

After getting off the boat, I followed him to Chanhe Village, but it was completely quiet inside.

Feng Bo smiled evilly and bowed: "Second Young Master, please come in, the master is waiting for you inside."

Murong Ji walked in and went straight into the house. He saw the father and son, Murong Bo and Murong Fu, sitting at the table.

"Father, brother." Murong Ji bowed respectfully and meticulously.

"Well, I called you here today to talk about the big things happening in our Murong family."

Murong Ji listened with his head bowed, expressionless, knowing in his heart what he was called here for.

Seeing Murong Ji's expression, Murong Bo felt a little uncomfortable. It wasn't that he felt sorry for his son, but his son's indifferent attitude made him feel unhappy. "Let's have a fight with your elder brother! Fists and feet have no eyes, so we'll have to fight until we win."

Murong Ji raised his head suddenly, feeling shocked and terrified. He knew that he was really no match for Murong Fu.

But didn't Murong Bo's words imply that Murong Fu had killed him? !
Murong Ji looked at Murong Fu with a sneer on his face, sweat oozing from his forehead. He thought about a countermeasure in his mind and his eyes moved.

He said in a deep voice: "Father, I heard something in the Wang family about mother. There are some bad rumors."

"Son, I think this is ridiculous."

"Oh? What rumor?"

Murong Ji secretly exhaled and continued, "I think my father has heard some of the rumors. What I think is absurd is that my mother is the wife of the head of the Gusu Murong family."

"Who dares to force my mother to bow her head? At the very least, she is still the legitimate daughter of the Wang family. No matter how high her position is, would she dare to offend the Wang family?"

"Hey, if the mother is really that kind of person, then whose child is that..."

Murong Ji glanced at Murong Fu vaguely, and as if he had just realized something, he immediately fell silent.

Murong Bo's face turned ashen and frighteningly gloomy, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"Let's compete!"

"It's father." Murong Fu sneered and walked forward, looking at Murong Ji and said with a smile: "Second brother, why don't you come forward."

Murong Ji sighed and went forward to fight. He didn't know anything except Dou Zhuan Xing Yi. He couldn't use the sword technique inherited from Murong family, as he was afraid of being killed by Murong Bo with one palm.

After just a few moves, he was deliberately knocked to the ground by Murong Fu, and then he struck Murong Ji in the face with a palm, which was extremely cruel!

Murong Ji’s face turned pale and he stared at Murong Bo. His life and death depended on him!
"Okay." Murong Bo directly resolved Murong Fu's killing move.

Seeing that Murong Fu stopped attacking, he walked out of the house.

Murong Ji let out a long breath. A life was saved! When he came to his senses, he found a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.

"Humph! You're lucky! Someone, throw him to the woodshed!"

After Murong Ji was thrown into the woodshed, he breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that his life was saved.

It was cold and damp in Yanziwu at night, which was very uncomfortable. There were no charcoal basins in the woodshed to absorb moisture.

The clothes became damp and it was even colder.

While he was half asleep, he heard a loud noise. Murong wanted to wake up, but his eyelids felt heavy.

In a daze, he heard Li Qingluo cursing, her coldness in killing people, and her servants begging for mercy.

When I woke up again, I was at Wang's house.

Murong Ji said nothing, because there was nothing to say.

early july

Bad news came from the Murong family again. The martial arts master Murong Bo died!

It is said that he was competing with someone in a martial arts competition to avenge his wife. After killing the man, he returned to Yanziwu to arrange his funeral, and then he died.

He died in Chanhe Village, Yanziwu.

He arranged for four ministers to assist Murong Fu in reorganizing the Murong family business, and asked Wang Shen to find a teacher for Murong Fu.

Murong Ji knew that he was faking his death and was still secretly controlling the Murong family. For example, the various manor owners under the Murong family could not be controlled by Murong Fu.

Just as he thought life would go on like this, his step-aunt Li Qingluo took him and five-year-old Wang Yuyan out for a trip.

(End of this chapter)