Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

A few days later, everyone finally arrived in Luoyang.

Murong Fu was almost driven crazy by the beef soup.

The little girl was quite normal during the day. Except for the occasional frivolous words towards Murong Fu, she didn't do anything excessive.

But one night after Sima Lan fell asleep.

She was like a cat, her eyes gleaming as she crawled into Murong Fu's arms, constantly asking for kisses.

Murong Fu had no choice but to respond passively.

However, it has no effect at all.

It wasn't until he taught the little girl an ancient trick that she became honest.

Mengmu Garden.

The honest monk clasped his hands together and said with a smile: Good name, good name.

Fu Lang, are you here?

A few days ago, Murong Fu asked Bai Zhantang to deliver a letter to inform Hua Jing Yin Meng of his itinerary.

She had been missing her dearly these past few days, and when she heard the sound of a carriage, she hurriedly ran down.

Sure enough, the moment he saw Ai Lang, he didn't care about anything else and immediately got into his arms.

Because of a dream.

Murong Fu kissed his beloved wife in his arms and introduced her to everyone with a smile.

The Honest Monk and the others did not dare to neglect, and they saluted and called Mrs. Hua one after another.

Fulang, I know you arrived early and have emptied all the guest rooms. You guys have a good rest today. Hua Jingyin Meng said with a smile.

Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction. This beloved wife of his was indeed a talented woman who had presided over the affairs of Sanxian Island back then. She had arranged everything clearly in advance.

Everyone, put your things away. If you need anything, tell the waiter. We are all members of your family. No need to be polite.

Everyone was overjoyed and praised him repeatedly for getting along after these days.

They all also knew that Murong Fu was extremely kind-hearted on weekdays and was by no means as vicious as they imagined.

Li Dazui came forward and said with a naive smile: Master, can you tell Mrs. Hua and let me help in the kitchen? You also know that I feel uncomfortable if I don't cook for a few days!

You are Li Dazui, right? Bai Zhantang told me about you. You guys stay here for now. In the future, I will ask Fulang to open a Tongfu Inn for you. Hua Jingyin Meng said with an elegant smile.

When Tong Xiangyu heard that he was going to open an inn for her, he rushed to Hua Jingyinmeng.

That speed is not much slower than Bai Zhantang's Qing Gong.

Madam, you are such a good person!

Seeing this, Bai Zhantang quickly pulled away from Tong Xiangyu and whispered:

Look at your worthless look. Let's go quickly. The young master and Mrs. Hua haven't seen each other for a long time, and they are still whispering about it. M..

Ah, I get it. Tong Xiangyu opened her mouth wide, showing a look of sudden realization.

Murong Fu smiled, said a few words, and then walked to the top floor of Mengmu Garden with Hua Jingyin.

Beef Soup rolled his eyes and wanted to follow, but was stopped by Gongsun Lan: The couple has something to talk about, what are you going to do?

Hey, we are also husband and wife. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep together, share the bed, and serve Fu Lang together. Beef Soup was not angry and said with a smile.

Gongsun Lan shook his head, there was really nothing he could do about his sister.

On the top floor, Hua Jing slowly closed the door due to her dream, came to Murong Fu's side, and said with a smile:

The hearts of those two sisters are probably captured by our Mr. Murong.

Murong Fu blushed and hugged him: Yin Meng, please listen to my explanation.

Hua Jing shook her head because of her dream and joked: Haha, no need, Yu Yan told me that our young master Murong should marry more and have more children.

We sisters will give you our full support. If you can't give birth to three children within three years...

Murong Fu asked curiously: What should we do if we give birth to three children?

Of course, I will introduce you to a few more, so that you can be an old farmer sowing seeds at home. Hua Jing covered her mouth in her dream and chuckled.

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and pretended to be angry:

Okay, if you guys dare to study this kind of thing behind my back, see if I don't hit you with hundreds of sticks today to show you how powerful you are.

Hua Jing dreamed that Murong Fu was coming, so she quickly begged for mercy: Fu Lang, spare your life, please wait a moment before beating me. I have ordered someone to boil water for you and will come in a moment.

Hehe, that's fine. Murong Fu swept his dirty clothes and nodded.

Hua Jingyin Meng said seriously: Fu Lang, can that honest monk and Gongsun Wulong be trusted?

Haha, have you already inquired about these two people? Murong Fu said with a smile.

Well, although I just opened Mengmu Garden not long ago, I have also gathered a group of tooth masters.

With the help of the Shadow Secret Guard and Murong Mansion, the news network has been initially established. Hua Jingyinmeng said seriously.

Murong Fu was a little surprised. He didn't expect Hua Jingyin Meng to be able to integrate the two parties so quickly. He admired him: Madam, you are indeed a talent in this field.

The main thing is that the people under your command, Fu Lang, are harmonious and there is no struggle for power. Hua Jing said with a smile in his dream.

Murong Fu smiled and said nothing more.

People are complex, and there are many people who share joys and sorrows.

But I'm afraid there are not many people who can share the joys and sorrows.

After a while, the waiter brought the hot water and let Murong Fu take a comfortable bath.

Hua Jingyin Meng used her soft and boneless hands to caress Murong Fu's body: By the way, in a few days, the Beggar Clan will hold a Beggar Clan Conference, and countless heroes from the world have been invited.

A meeting of the Beggar Clan? Murong Fu was stunned, then he remembered that Luoyang is the headquarters of the Beggar Clan: Qiao Feng is back?

Hua Jing smiled in his dream: As the leader of the Beggar Clan, how could he not come back?

Haha, interesting.

The actual combat power of the beggar gang in this world is not much weaker than that of Shaolin.

Especially after Hong Qigong abdicated and passed the position of gang leader to Qiao Feng.

The cohesion of the beggar gang has reached an unprecedented level of terror.

With Qiao Feng's words, it only takes half a month for the beggars from the north and south to gather together.

But compared to being the leader of the Southern Martial Arts Alliance for nothing, he is not even the slightest bit better.

Moreover, the most powerful thing about the Beggar Clan is that he has terrifying sources of information and methods of delivering them.

To put it bluntly, beggars, if you want to find someone, as long as he doesn't hide in the mountains and forests and become a god, you can find him within half a month no matter which country he is in.

Thinking of this, a beautiful figure appeared in Murong Fu's mind, wondering if she would come over.

What do you think of Fu Lang? Hua Jingyin Meng asked curiously.

Murong Fu touched Hua Jingyin Meng's hand and slowly stood up and walked out of the bucket.

Water droplets fell on the ground tick-tock and tick-tock across his well-defined muscles.

Hua Jing's cheeks turned red with embarrassment when she dreamed about this, and reminded her in a low voice: Fulang, it's still early, otherwise...

In the past few days, Murong Fu's kidney fire had been strong due to the beef soup.

Now, thinking of that beautiful woman again, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I hugged my beloved wife's waist and kissed her.

Hua Jingyin Meng tried to resist, but she was no match for Murong Fu.

Soon, his body went limp and fell into the other person's arms.

From time to time, a sweet and charming voice sounded on the top floor of Mengmu Garden.