Jiangnan.
Outside the inn, Murong Fu stood with his hands behind his back. His moon-white robe complemented his otherworldly aura.
Anyone who saw it would have to praise him. A stranger was like jade, and a young master was unparalleled in the world.
All the young ladies and women who passed by on the long street had their eyes on him.
If it wasn't for Feng Poliu standing next to Murong Fu, who looked like a fiendish man, there might have been a young lady who came up to strike up a conversation.
"Young master, why hasn't Prince Xiaoming come to welcome us yet?”
The person who said this was a two-meter-tall man holding a huge toothed blade. He looked evil and did not look like a good person.
This person was Feng Poliu E.
Feng Bo evil, Bao Butong, Deng Baichuan, Gong Yeqian these four people are Murong's retainer.
They followed Murong Fu in an attempt to restore the old Yan, and they were both martial arts experts.
Among them, Gongyeqian's martial arts were the highest and his palm technique was second in Jiangnan. There was naturally no need to say who was first.
"Big Brother Feng, be careful with your words. That Prince Xiaoming is temperamental.”
The one who spoke was a green-clothed woman. She was one of the two maids who saw Mandala Manor being burned on Lake Tai that day, Abby.
Delicate and flawless, her skin as white as jade, and her delicate hands that reflected the blue waves were full of gentleness and innocence. This was how to describe Abby.
Abby did not look absolutely beautiful, but 80% of her looks and 120% of her gentleness made her not inferior to a very talented beauty.
Ah Bi's beauty was not in her appearance, but in her temperament. She was elegant and beautiful, and it was unforgettable.
"That's right. Since we're paying a visit according to etiquette, there's no harm in waiting a little.”
Murong Fu nodded.
This visit to Prince Xiaoming meant a lot to Murong Fu. He had already found out that Mantuo Villa had been massacred by Prince Xiaoming through A'Zhu and A'Bi.
He also knew that Jiang Bie He had been slaughtered.
Both of them were allies that he had secretly contacted and were prepared to discuss a grand plan together, but now they had been destroyed by Prince Xiaoming one after another.
How could Murong Fu not panic?
However, in Murong Fu's heart, these were just small matters. It was good that the incompetent people were killed, so as not to drag down his grand plan to restore the country.
What Murong Fu wanted to do the most now was to build a relationship with Prince Xiaoming.
Prince Xiaoming was able to eradicate the two martial arts forces in Jiangnan with lightning speed.
What he envied the most was Prince Xiaoming's power.
Whether it was Mantuo Villa or Jiang Bie He, neither of them was easy to deal with, yet Prince Xiaoming could turn the tables and destroy them.
What did this mean? It meant that Prince Xiaoming had an expert by his side, and it was very likely that he was a grandmaster expert worshiped by the Great Ming Imperial Court.
With Prince Xiaoming's status, it was reasonable for him to ask Emperor Ming for protection from some grandmasters.
However, what made Murong Fu unhappy was why he didn't have any Grandmasters under him.
Prince Xiaoming had a great reputation, and even that kind of person could command a grandmaster to work for him. He was also a descendant of Great Yan, but he only had a handful of them.
If he had such a subordinate, he would have long unified Jiangnan's martial arts world.
The dream of restoring Great Yan was no longer in the distant future. He hated that everything that he should have enjoyed was actually enjoyed by a useless Prince Xiaoming.
Murong Fu was envious, jealous, and hateful in his heart, but his expression was always calm.
This time, he had brought A'Zhu, A'Bi, Bao Butong, and Feng Poliu to pay a visit to Prince Xiaoming in order to befriend him and see if he could borrow his strength.
As for his cousin who Prince Xiaoming brought with him, Murong Fu didn't have any thoughts about it. He didn't plan to rescue her, nor did he plan to explain anything.
If Prince Xiaoming liked it better, then he would be a nail in Prince Xiaoming's side.
When he had the chance to contact his cousin, the siblings could work together from the inside and outside. Perhaps it would have a miraculous effect.
Murong Fu waited until the sun was high up in the sky. Half a day had passed, and Murong Fu, who was standing at the entrance of the inn, was no longer convinced by the bearing of an elegant young master.
No matter who stood under the crowded sun, they would not be able to maintain their demeanor. Moreover, Murong Fu had to maintain his upright posture and the bearing of a noble young master. One could imagine how offended he was.
Murong Fu stroked his greasy sideburns once again, and he was already impatient.
If Prince Xiaoming did not receive him, would he still have to wait? Would it be wise to befriend such a rude person?
Just as Murong Fu was calculating in his heart, a call for an audience finally came from the inn.
A young eunuch announced loudly. Murong Fu cupped his hands and followed him into the inn.
This was a flower hall in the inn. Now, tables and chairs were set up and incense was lit as Prince Xiaoming's daily pastime.
"Gusu Murong Fu greets Prince Xiaoming!”
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat when he came to the flower hall upstairs and felt the cold air blowing in the corridor.
Prince Xiaoming was really enjoying himself. He could actually get ice to cool down on such a hot day.
Thinking that as long as he could convince Prince Xiaoming, he could also enjoy these things, he couldn't help but be swayed. Then, he pretended to be unrestrained and cupped his hands in greeting to Prince Xiaoming, who was paying attention to the audience.
Zhu Houwei didn't seem to notice him. He just sat on the chair lazily and couldn't be bothered with him.
"How dare you! How dare you not kneel when you see your highness!"
Gu Dayong was waiting beside Zhu Houwei. He naturally knew what was going on and shouted.
This shout stunned Murong Fu. He had come here to pay his respects based on his identity in the pugilistic world. Why was he asking him to kneel? This was simply preposterous.
"No, no. My young master was born in Gusu Murong, and the Murong family was once the imperial family of Great Yan.”
"Moreover, we are guests. There is no reason for a guest to kneel to the master.”
Murong Fu naturally couldn't say such words due to his status. However, Bao Butong beside him did this.
He quickly caught Gu Dayong's words so that his young master wouldn't lose face.
"Oh? Gusu Murong, a descendant of the imperial family? Then I wonder what kind of title Master Murong inherited? He held a post in the Imperial Court? Was it an official of the second rank or above, or a Juren with an official rank?”
Zhu Houwei's words once again made Murong Fu feel extremely awkward.
In the Ming Dynasty, there were only two kinds of people who could not kneel before the king. One was an old man, and the other was a scholar with a reputation.
Other than that, if you reached a certain level of official position, you could not kneel. Prince Xiaoming might even have to bow to you instead, such as the prime minister.
It was obvious that Murong Fu did not have any fame or culture. He had spent all his energy practicing martial arts since he was young, and he disdained to learn Han Chinese books, thinking that they were useless.
As a result, Murong Fu was already in his twenties, but he was illiterate. Not only had he never read Han Chinese articles, but he also did not know Chinese characters.
Murong Fu's awkwardness made Zhu Houwei laugh in disdain.
He had seen many such idiots. They thought that their status was extraordinary, but in reality, they were nothing.
Wearing the hat of the old Yan royal family, he really thought that he was a royal family.
It was only because the imperial courts of the various countries ignored him that they would have destroyed him long ago.
A Xianbei with Hu blood wanted to restore the old country in the Central Plains? What a fool.
"Kneel down! Do you want to die?”
Gu Dayong's eyes flashed fiercely when he saw that this guy was still playing with his sleeves.
"No…Ah…"
Bao Butong looked at his young master, who was about to die, and knew that he had no choice but to speak.
He wanted to use words to change the situation for his young master, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Gu Da had already used his knife to crush his teeth and tongue.
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