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Chapter 89 Ding Chunqiu and Li Qiushui

The terraces and pavilions of Gusu are shrouded in mist, while the mountains and waters of Taihu Lake are filled with clear light.

Chanhe Village is located deep in the reed pond thirty miles west of Gusu City. It occupies several islands and is located in a hidden place, so ordinary people cannot know where it is.

The lake is full of waves, fish are jumping up from time to time, the island is lush with trees and flowers. The scenery of the villa is plain, innocent, sparse and natural, with pavilions and terraces leaning against the pool and across the water, like a distant and tranquil painting.

The Murong family has lived here for a long time, without the inconvenience of being truly isolated from the world, while enjoying the tranquility away from the hustle and bustle.

The word "Chanhe" in Chanhe Manor comes from the "Battle of Chanhe Pond" between the Later Yan and the Northern Wei. The Murong family was deeply ashamed of this battle, so when the villa was built, it was named "Chanhe" with the intention of inspiring people to avenge their shame.

However, this war happened more than 600 years ago, and the humiliation has not been avenged for six centuries...

Hong Chen couldn't help but mourn for the unborn Murong Fu, and his eyes turned to the woman on the main seat.

Her black hair is tied up, she is well-dressed, has a beautiful face and a dignified temperament.

She is Murong Bo's wife, Murong Fu's mother, Li Qingluo's elder sister-in-law, and Wang Yuyan's nominal aunt: Murong Wang.

At this moment, Mrs. Murong's eyes were red and her expression was sad: "To be honest, Master, my husband returned home seriously injured. He has been bedridden since he came back. Every time he talks to me, he just regrets and cries. When I asked him why, he always shook his head. I searched all over Jiangnan for doctors, but in the end I failed to cure him." At this point, she lowered her head silently and shed tears secretly.

Xuan Ku had been a monk since he was young and had lived in the temple for a long time. How could he have seen such a situation? For a moment, the speech he had prepared on the road was instantly shattered. He opened his mouth slightly but could not speak.

Xuan Cheng sat aside drinking tea by himself, seemingly not caring about the matter at all.

Hong Chen secretly glanced at Mrs. Murong's belly.

Logically speaking, Murong Fu is several years younger than Qiao Feng.

If Murong Bo faked his death now, and Mrs. Murong had not gotten pregnant yet, then when she did get pregnant in the future, wouldn't Mrs. Murong be branded as an adulterer? Obviously, there would be no such saying in the future.

At this time, the maidservant beside her quickly came to Madam Murong and nervously comforted her: "Madam, you are pregnant, you dare not cry anymore."

Hong Chen's eyebrows twitched when he saw this, then he lowered his head and chuckled: The Murong family is quite powerful, and it is indeed easy for them to replace the prince with a cat in their own territory. Now pretending to be pregnant is probably also for the consideration of the real origin of future offspring. After all, there are always a few years when a child grows up and it looks like a huge change to outsiders.

I guess Murong Bo will make up his mind to go to Shaolin only after Mrs. Murong becomes really pregnant?
"Master, you have come all the way from Shaolin, so you must know what he did. Can you tell me?" Madam Murong suddenly looked up and looked at Xuan Ku with tears in her eyes.

"Amitabha, Madam Murong, please accept my condolences!" Xuan Ku stood up and comforted her, and then said, "I don't know the details, but this matter is very strict. Since Benefactor Murong has not been strict, I should not interfere. I hope Madam will understand."

Hearing this, Madam Murong did not force it, but just sobbed again.

Xuan Ku was helpless and could only bow his head and said, "I wonder where Donor Murong is buried. Can I go there to pay my respects?"

Madam Murong wiped away her tears and nodded: "Of course."

As she was about to stand up, Xuan Ku quickly said, "Madam Murong is pregnant, so she shouldn't move rashly. Madam, just send someone to lead the way for me."

Madam Murong cried a few more times, and then asked the maid to lead the way for Xuan Ku and the other two.

After a while, they arrived at a green forest behind Chanhe Manor. The maid stood far away and did not dare to get close.

Xuan Ku looked at the tombstone so close to him and let out a long sigh.

Xuan Cheng also shook his head slightly, "Brother, when a person dies, all light goes out. What should we do now?"

“What else can we do? We should go back to the temple and report to the abbot, and let him decide!” On the way here, Xuan Ci had already succeeded as the abbot of Shaolin, and the news had already spread all over the country.

Hong Chen looked at them with a strange expression, and suddenly felt that the moral level of the ancients was really high.

If you build a grave and erect a tombstone, does that mean you are really dead?

After all, it was because this scam was not worth a direct fallout between Shaolin Temple and the Murong family, and Shaolin was the ancestral home of Zen Buddhism, and many things were inconvenient and could not be done. If it were someone else, they might open the coffin and whip the corpse, grind the bones and scatter the ashes, and Murong Bo's plan of faking his death would be exposed.

Xuan Ku and Xuan Cheng stood in front of the tomb and recited scriptures for Murong Bo for a quarter of an hour before leaving.

When she returned to the manor, there was a young man beside Madam Murong. He looked 60% similar to Madam Murong and was dressed very luxuriously. However, he had a pale face, tired eyes, and looked rather sick.

He squatted in front of Madam Murong, held her hand, and said sincerely: "Sister, you must take care of yourself, not only for yourself, but also for the fetus in your belly. You must not neglect your daily diet."

"I understand, but I just can't control myself when I think about it." Madam Murong saw Xuan Ku and the other two and stood up to introduce them, "Three masters, this is my younger brother, and he is currently the owner of Mantuo Villa."

The three of them put their hands together and said, "Greetings, Master Wang."

"Thank you for your courtesy, three masters. Please take a seat." Master Wang said with a smile.

Hong Chen just felt that he looked very weak.

After sitting down, Madam Murong said to her brother, "Don't worry too much. Your health is worse than mine. How have you been these days?"

"I've been feeling much better lately, don't worry, sister."

"How can I not worry? Besides, you haven't married yet. But I have found a lot of Jiangnan women for you. I am very satisfied with one of them. You should be prepared."

Upon hearing this, Master Wang smiled shyly.

Afterwards, everyone chatted for a while, and Xuan Ku stood up to leave. Madam Murong tried to persuade him to stay, but Xuan Ku insisted on leaving, so she had no choice but to send someone to see him off.

Board a boat to cross the lake and go ashore into the city.

In the inn, Xuan Ku once again disappeared, leaving only Xuan Cheng and Hong Chen in the room. The noisy sounds from the street were still audible even with the windows closed, so Hong Chen simply gave up practicing martial arts for the time being, opened the window, and lay on the windowsill to look around.

Although he was not a child, he was still curious about this ancient street market.

Many things he was familiar with were not here, but many things that were here would not be there in the future.

New is strange.

"Want to go for a walk?" Xuan Cheng, who was meditating, suddenly spoke.

"think."

Xuan Cheng nodded and reached into his pocket to pull out a handful of copper coins.

"Give."

"You're not going?"

Xuan Cheng shook his head, and Hong Chen took the copper coins and went out.

When he came to the street, he looked around curiously. In addition to the things sold on the stalls, he was very interested in the clothes, decorations and even the speech and behavior of these ancient people.

It is now the Jiayou period of Emperor Renzong of the Northern Song Dynasty, the heyday of the entire Song Dynasty, also known as the Golden Age of the Medieval World, with unprecedented cultural and economic prosperity.

Of course, many people were not aware of the deep crisis hidden under this prosperous scene. Even though Ouyang Xiu, Bao Zheng and others spoke out, the Song Dynasty did not change. Gusu is a prosperous place in the south of the Yangtze River. What you see and hear here is not enough to represent the whole world.

Just as he was lost in thought, Hong Chen suddenly heard a cry of surprise from the crowd in front of him. As soon as he looked up, he saw a white shadow flying towards him from the distant sky, as swift as a jade swallow and as light as a fairy.

The white shadow was extremely fast and flew over the head in the blink of an eye.

Hong Chen also saw that this was a woman with an extremely beautiful face, but there was a fierce look between her eyebrows and eyes. Her figure was slender and graceful, and she looked like a fairy from heaven.

Following closely behind, another figure flew over.

Hong Chen focused his eyes on him and saw that he was well-dressed and had a handsome appearance, but his face looked very anxious.

The two men ignored the exclamations and gazes of the people below, and flew away one after the other.

Hong Chen blinked, glanced around, and immediately started running. After a few steps, he stepped on the Taiping jar on the street to gain leverage, stimulated his internal force, and his body instantly jumped high as if it was free from gravity. After landing on the roof, he did not stop for a moment and chased the two people in front.

The small figure quickly shuttled between the rooftops, quickly attracting shouts of surprise.

However, Hong Chen only had eyes for the two people in front of him. Even though their figures were getting smaller and smaller in his eyes and the distance between them was getting farther and farther, he did not want to give up.

I don't want to find out the other person's identity, I just want this opportunity to climb walls and fly.

Suddenly, a voice came from the front.

"Are you really going to abandon me and my daughter?" The man's speed suddenly slowed down. He must have been unable to keep up, so his words were sad and unwilling.

When Hong Chen heard this, he felt strange. Was it a story about abandoning husband and daughter?

Unexpectedly, the next moment, I heard a gentle female voice saying, "I'm tired of you. If you want to, take good care of her for me. If you don't want to, then find your own way. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other!"

Hong Chen: What a heartless woman.

When the man heard this, his speed, which had been decreasing sharply, suddenly increased dramatically, and he actually closed the distance a little.

But unexpectedly, the woman suddenly turned around and slapped him.

When she turned around, she also caught a glimpse of Hong Chen chasing after her from behind. Even though they were far apart, Hong Chen's hair stood on end at the sight of him.

The power of her palm was even more powerful. A faintly visible palm in the air appeared in front of the man in the blink of an eye. The man was startled and dodged quickly, but fell from mid-air as a result.

The woman flew away without looking back, and only the ethereal and resolute voice was heard.

"Ding Chunqiu, if you dare to chase me again, I will kill you immediately!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the man who was about to leap up stopped immediately.

Hong Chen behind was also horrified. He stopped immediately and jumped off the roof.

Ding Chunqiu!
Then the person he is chasing after isn’t... Li Qiu Shui?

The so-called daughter must be Li Qingluo.

However, it is clear that Li Qingluo is the daughter of Wuyazi and Li Qiushui. Could it be that Ding Chunqiu is also a bootlicker?
That's not right, at least I've licked it, even though I was kicked away mercilessly now...

I have to say, this trip to the south of the Yangtze River was really interesting.

Hong Chen paused, then immediately ran towards the inn.

　The previous chapter has been modified: Chanhe Village should be in Taihu Lake instead of Dongting Lake.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)