Luoyang, the chief helmsman of the Beggar Clan.
The Beggar Gang experienced a sudden change and the position of gang leader became vacant. With the support of Elder Xu and a group of nine-bag elders, Ma Dayuan successfully inherited the position of gang leader. However, there were differences with the selection of the deputy gang leader.
Originally, based on seniority, Elder Song would succeed him as deputy gang leader, but there are also branch leaders headed by Quan Guanqing who are willing to recommend Zhuang Juxian as deputy gang leader.
One is a veteran in the gang, and the other is a rookie in the gang. For a while, Ma Dayuan could not make a choice.
In the end, there was a stalemate, and the conflict between the two factions in the gang intensified. In desperation, Ma Dayuan could only let the two compete to win or lose.
Elder Song is the senior member of the gang and the head of the four elders. His martial arts skills are very strong and should not be underestimated.
But after all, he is old, and with You Tanzhi diligently practicing the Divine Foot Sutra and Xuanming Divine Palm, his martial arts has long been different from what it used to be. Even in the world, he is still a top-notch expert, and he only used less than fifty moves. , defeated the opponent and successfully succeeded as the deputy leader of the Beggar Clan.
Although Elder Song competed with him, his skills were not as good as others, and he had no complaints. In addition, the two of them were the same four elders and had been through life and death many times, so there was no reason to hate each other because of this.
Besides, he is not young anymore. It is estimated that in a few years, he will be able to abdicate his throne like Chen Guyan and Xu Chongxiao to take care of his old age.
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Early the next morning after returning to Yanziwu, Murong Fu went to Mantuo Villa to visit his aunt.
Seeing Murong Fu's arrival, Li Qingluo also had a smile on her face.
"Fu'er, you're here!"
"Nephew meets aunt!"
Murong Fu bowed and saluted.
"As a family, there is no need to be so polite. Come and sit!"
As she spoke, Li Qingluo pointed to a location below.
Not long after Murong Fu sat down, Wang Yuyan heard the sound and came over.
Seeing the intimate and ambiguous expressions of the two of them, Li Qingluo was very pleased and said: "Fu'er, I see that you and Yan'er are not young anymore. If nothing happens recently, it's time to put your marriage on the agenda. ?”
Murong Fu thought that the plot would have to settle for a while, so he happily said: "It's all up to my aunt!"
Li Qingluo looked at her daughter, and Wang Yuyan blushed and said, "My mother alone has the final say in matters of marriage."
"Seeing that you two are in love with each other, I, as an elder, can feel relieved. In two days, I will choose an auspicious day to arrange your marriage!"
Li Qingluo was smiling, and her face was a little joyful.
After that, Li Qingluo and Murong Fu discussed some marriage matters. Murong Fu didn't understand much about these matters, so he asked Li Qingluo to worry about it.
Of course, Murong Fu was also unambiguous about the betrothal gifts.
Li Qingluo knew that his family had a great business, so she didn't care about these things, and she didn't choose to avoid them because of the relationship between the two families. After all, this was the front of her Wang family, and she couldn't just deal with it.
After the preliminary agreement, Murong Fu stayed with Wang Yuyan for a while and then hurriedly returned to Yanziwu to prepare.
Although Li Qingluo said it in detail, he still didn't understand some of the customs and rules, so he planned to call Deng Baichuan and others back to discuss it together.
After all, this is also a major event in his life. Not only this is the only time, but it is also the first time. It is better to be more rigorous.
Among the four great ministers, except for Feng BoEi, they were all married, but among the three, only Bao BuTong had a daughter, Bao BuLiang.
The three of them are all people who have been there and have some experience.
The Deng family's sister-in-law went out a few days ago, and it is said that she will be back in a few days. By then, Murong Fu will have to ask her for advice.
But before that, he still had one more thing on his mind.
At night.
Murong Fu pushed Ah Zi away and came to the Pavilion by himself.
In a small courtyard filled with the fragrance of flowers, A'Zhu was sitting in the house wearing a light crimson gauze shirt, holding a fine pen in his hand and drawing.
As if she sensed someone approaching, she raised her head and glanced out the window. When she saw Murong Fu standing in the yard, she immediately put down the pen in her hand and ran out briskly.
I saw a hint of joy on her pretty face, and her snow-white and tender skin, illuminated by the bright moon, looked smooth and crystal-clear, better than a spring flower blooming.
There was no one else around, so A'Zhu threw herself into Murong Fu's arms without any hesitation. Feeling the other's warm embrace, a seductive blush appeared on her face.
Murong Fu hugged her soft and slender waist, smiled and joked: "You are still not resting at this late hour, but are you waiting for me?"
A'Zhu looked shy, but there was a hint of slyness in his eyes: "Aren't you very disappointed to see that A'Zhu didn't fall asleep?"
Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, then he heard the hidden meaning in her words, pinched her pink cheeks and said, "Do you really think that I can't cure you?"
A'Zhu took away Murong Fu's hand, hugged him tightly, buried her face on his chest, and said softly: "You are the one who can't bear to let go? If you were willing to let go, you would have come... a long time ago .”
When she spoke later, her voice was as low as a mosquito or a fly. Thanks to Murong Fu's profound skills, he could hear clearly what she was saying.
"In fact, it's not too late!"
After understanding the other party's intention, he immediately took the girl's slender waist and held her in his arms.
A'Zhu's cheeks were flushed, her beautiful eyes were gleaming, and she was indescribably charming. Her heart was full of joy and expectation, and she muttered with a hint of resentment: "A'Zhu just doesn't want to lose to the other sisters..."
Murong Fu glanced down at her, his eyes full of tenderness, and then he leaned over and kissed A'Zhu's lips gently, saying: "I only hate myself for being a playboy, and I can't give my heart to just one person, A'Zhu, I... "
Before he could finish speaking, a slender white finger touched his lips, and A'Zhu said softly: "Young Master has shouldered the mission of being the head of the Murong family for generations. He will definitely make a vigorous career in the future, with three wives and four children." Concubine, nothing more than ordinary..."
"Besides, if the young master doesn't have a romantic interest, how can A'Zhu have a chance?"
Speaking of this, it was no longer possible for her to conceal the love and shyness in her heart, and she lowered her head in embarrassment.
Murong Fu only felt that A'Zhu's body was very light, exquisite and soft. He could smell the faint and elegant fragrance of his daughter when he held it in his arms, which made him feel relaxed and happy. He listened to the girl's shy words lingering in his ears. My heart can't help but be filled with tenderness.
"A'Zhu..."
Murong Fu glanced at her with deep emotion, and then he carried her into a boudoir filled with decorations from his daughter's home. The air was filled with the fragrance of flowers that was unique to A'Zhu, and the whole person felt like he was in a sea of flowers. generally.
When she gently placed A'Zhu on the bed, she heard her shy voice: "Master, put out the candle..."
Murong Fu smiled slightly, extinguished the candle with the wind of his hand, and then leaned forward to kiss the shy girl.
After a while, feelings are like the sea, love is like the tide, and the room is filled with spring.
