"Young Master Wang, Mrs. Wang, I won't disturb you two from resting, please leave now!"
A maid bowed and exited the room, closing the door behind her.
Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng looked at each other and smiled, and the latter couldn't help but joked, "You are really good at climbing along the pole. People are obviously eager to drive us away quickly, but it's better for you, but you insist on letting us stay." "
Murong Fu stretched out his hand to hold Dao Baifeng in his arms, kissed her on the red lips, and said with a smile, "If we don't stay, how can we easily investigate the relationship between him and the Ming Cult?"
As for the Ming Cult, Murong Fu had already planned to eliminate it quickly and did not want to give this force a chance to rise. Now that he had determined that Fang La had a secret and was probably related to the Ming Cult, he was naturally reluctant to leave. ?.?????.???
Fortunately, Fang La did know how to be patient and did not kick them out in anger.
"How do you know that Fang La is related to Mingjiao?"
Dao Baifeng nestled in his arms, curious, and asked immediately.
Murong Fu said, "Didn't you just say that? That Fang La seemed to be hospitable, but in fact he wanted us to leave quickly. Even ghosts would be hard-pressed to say that he didn't have any secrets. As for whether this secret is related to the Ming Cult, we might as well leave." Take it one step at a time!"
After the two rested for a while, Fang La sent someone to invite them to the backyard to watch the scenery.
Murong Fu knew that Fang La wanted to test their identities. After all, the purpose of their coming here was to decorate their new house. If they wanted to know whether their identities were true or false, he would naturally find out by asking.
However, this is not a problem for Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng. One of them is from a down-and-out royal family and is knowledgeable, while the other is a former princess of Dali Kingdom with extraordinary knowledge. Faced with Fang La's various temptations, both of them can answer each other's questions. Revealing the flaws, this calm and unhurried demeanor is by no means comparable to that of ordinary people in the world. This also makes Fang La more convinced that the two of them were either born in merchants or from powerful families, and their origins are anything but ordinary.
At the same time, someone has already rushed to Suzhou to investigate the identities of the two people. News will come out in as little as two days or as slowly as three days.
If this young couple really came from a wealthy family in Suzhou, then he wouldn't mind making friends with them, but if their origins were unknown and they had other purposes, then the door of Fang's family would not be so easy to enter.
After a day of sightseeing, Murong Fu looked like he had gained a lot and said that when he returned, the garden he would build would be more unique than the one in Fang Mansion, and he would be invited to be a guest then.
Fang La agreed with a smile, and after hosting a banquet for the two of them in the evening, he ordered his servants to take them back to rest.
In the silent night, several black figures quietly came outside the courtyard where Murong Fu and Dao Baifeng were. Several rising and falling figures were hidden in various corners of the wall without making any sound.
When several people held their breath and went to investigate the situation in the house, they heard two gasps, one relaxed and one slow, one heavy and one light, intertwined together, accompanied by whispers that lingered around the ears, and everyone wrinkled. Frowning, he listened patiently for half an hour, then left one after another and disappeared into the dark night.
At this time in the room, Murong Fu also stopped moving, and made a hissing gesture when he looked at Dao Baifeng, who was in his arms with a dazed face and blurred eyes.
Dao Baifeng immediately gave her an angry look, and felt uncomfortable all over when he thought that someone else was listening outside the house just now.
Murong Fu was not a pervert, so he was naturally very unhappy with the behavior of outsiders listening to his bed, but in order to make Fang La feel at ease, he could only do this.
"Madam, thank you for your hard work!"
Murong Fu combed the black hair scattered around Dao Bai Feng's temples behind his ears, but he saw that the beauty was charming and charming, with a hint of resentment in her eyes, she was really unique.
Dao Baifeng couldn't help but snorted, turned away and said nothing.
Murong Fu felt a little sorry when he saw her like this. He slowly leaned down and asked, "How about...continue?"
Dao Baifeng was instantly ashamed, "You have the nerve to ask me now that you are touching someone else's body. It's really shameless."
Murong Fu laughed out loud, naturally unwilling to let this spring glory slip away. Under the grace of the beauty, he fought hard until midnight before falling asleep.
On the other hand, Fang La couldn't help but be amused after learning about the situation in Murong Fu's room.
"They are really a newlywed couple, that's all. From tomorrow on, you can just watch them outside the hospital without disturbing them."
Several assassins responded and then retreated.
At this time, Fang Zhong, the steward next to Fang La, asked, "Does the head of the family just believe them?"
Fang La said, "Believe it or not, everything will be known when the spies who go to Suzhou come back in two days."
Fang Zhong said, "If the Wang family behind this person really has a lot of assets, he may be able to help the family head in the future. It would be worth making friends with."
Fang La nodded slightly and then asked, "By the way, Baihua went to Quzhou for a few days, why haven't you come back yet?"
Fang Zhong said, "Miss sent a message that several counties in Quzhou have been captured by the rebels. They will be back tomorrow!"
After hearing this, Fang La looked at the thick night outside the window and stopped talking.
Early the next morning, a woman in smart clothes burst into the Fang Mansion in a flash, and directly hit Fang La who was drinking tea with Murong Fu in the hall. He was so shocked that he almost spit out a mouthful of tea.
"Brother, I'm back!"
The well-dressed woman has a very beautiful appearance, and her brows reveal a bit of heroism that only men can have. Judging from her attire, she is obviously a practicing artist.
Fang La quickly put down the tea cup in his hand and couldn't help but ask, "Baihua, didn't your letter say that you can't come back until the afternoon?"
The well-dressed woman smiled and said, "I thought those people's horses were slow, so I came back first!"
Fang La looked at her and didn't know what to say for a moment. He had no choice but to introduce to Murong Fu and the others beside him, "Baihua, brother, let me introduce to you. This Prince Wang Lang is the friend that brother made yesterday. This is Brother Wang’s good wife, Mrs. Bai.”
Immediately, he said to Murong Fu, "Brother Wang, this is my sister-in-law Fang Baihua. She has been practicing martial arts since she was a child. This temperament... is a bit reckless. Please don't take it off, Brother Wang."
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Brother Fang is serious!"
"Wang Lang, I have met Miss Fang!"
Fang Baihua looked at him curiously, but after seeing that the person in front of her was just a weak scholar, she lost interest and casually clasped her fists, "I have met Mr. Wang, Mrs. Wang!"
As soon as they sat down, Fang Baihua said to Fang La impatiently, "Brother, when I came back today, I had a fight with some beggars!"
Fang La's heart skipped a beat and he quickly asked, "Beggar? Why are you fighting with the beggar for no reason?"
"Who told them to speak rudely to me? I felt unhappy when I heard it, so naturally I wanted to teach them a lesson!"
When Fang Baihua talked about this matter, she still felt a little angry and felt quite unhappy.
