Chapter 113: Pick the flowers when they are ready to be picked, don’t wait until there are no flowers left to pluck!
After a while.

Murong Fufu.

Murong Fei heard the truth that Murong Fu told him.

"No, no, no!"

Murong Fei, who learned the truth, let out a heart-wrenching roar.

He was shaking all over, first putting on a mask of pain, then his face turned pale, and then expressionless.

The speed of expression changes and the richness of connotation surpass those of Brigitte Lin and Maggie Cheung.

It was because Brigitte Lin and Maggie Cheung performed exceptionally well, while he performed poorly.

Mu Wanqing vaguely heard the sound of something breaking and asked, "What broke?"

"A fragile young boy's heart." Murong Fu said.

"She...how could she be like this? Why? I was so sincere to her, but she just played with me." There was some glitter in Murong Fei's eyes, but he forced the glitter back.

Men don't shed tears easily, even if they are very sad.

"Come to the table and eat." Murong Fu pointed at Ning Xiu who was wrapped in the quilt, "You can deal with this woman as you see fit, but remember, don't let me look down on you."

After that, Murong Fu said to Mu Wanqing: "Let's go first. He has been mentally broken after what happened. He should be left alone to think it over."

Mu Wanqing didn't ask who Jingjing was, and silently left Kaibafei's residence with Murong Fuli.

……

Dark clouds cover the moon, and the night is as cool as water.

The two of them strolled in the courtyard.

Late at night, the flowers have fallen asleep.

People are not asleep yet.

"I've heard from my mother since I was a child that men are all heartless and unreliable, but I didn't expect women to be the same." Mu Wanqing said, "Such women are so hateful."

Murong Fu said: "It is indeed too abominable. She used men to climb up the ladder. Maybe she even thought it was her own ability. In fact, men and women are the same. There are good and bad people."

"Miss Mu, you are a good girl. You are a rose that stands out. Even if you admire your beauty, you don't bother to climb high branches."

"I just like your arrogance."

Mu Wanqing's lips curled up, and she felt that Murong Fu's words had touched her heart.

"My mother never met a good man." Mu Wanqing said, "A man like my father has harmed countless women..."

As she spoke, Mu Wanqing looked at Murong Fu: "You look like my father."

"In fact, your father really loves your mother. He loves every woman, but he is a prince, and he must marry Dao Baifeng. Dao Baifeng does not allow him to do so, so he can only reluctantly give up his love." Murong Fu said, "And I am different from your father. I will be responsible for everyone."

"Ridiculous." Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, as if she was disdainful, and soon fell silent.

Mu Wanqing is now a little confused about her own mentality. She clearly knows that Murong Fu is a bad man, but she just likes to stay with Murong Fu, even if it is secretly.

"Miss Mu, just wandering around is boring." Murong Fu suggested, "My mansion is very large and has a special wine cellar with many top-quality wines. Do you want to take a look?"

"Do you like drinking?"

"sometimes will."

"Why drink?"

“Because I am troubled.”

Although Mu Wanqing did not agree to Murong Fu, she did not object and followed Murong Fu into the wine cellar.

Murong Fu's mansion used to belong to Liang's maternal relatives and was extremely luxurious.

After Li Qiushui eliminated the Liang family's relatives, the mansion belonged to Li Qiushui. Li Qiushui actually loved drinking and collected famous wines from all over the world in the wine cellar.

As soon as I entered the wine cellar, I felt a chill and found that there were not only many fine wines but also a lot of ice cubes.

These fine wines include Xiangquan, Qiongsu, Meishou...

These were all famous wines that only the top dignitaries could afford in the Song Dynasty.

Murong Fu took down a bottle of Qiongsu and said with a smile: "There are also wine glasses here, would you like some?"

Mu Wanqing didn't know that Murong Fu was up to something bad: "When flowers are ready to be picked, pick them now; don't wait until there are no flowers left to pluck empty branches." She intuitively felt that Murong Fu seemed to want to do something bad, but subconsciously she hoped that Murong Fu would do something bad.

That's what women are like.

When a woman is really attracted to a man, she will take the initiative to create opportunities for the man she likes, and be willing to accept. "I have never drunk alcohol, what does alcohol taste like?" Mu Wanqing asked.

"It's very bitter when you drink it, but after the bitterness wears off, there's some sweetness." Murong Fu said, "It makes people feel very comfortable."

"is it?"

"With your icy intelligence, can I deceive you?"

"That's right, I'll have a drink."

So, Mu Wanqing started drinking with Murong Fu.

She was also a woman of the world, and she quickly adapted to this low-alcohol drink. But after a few drinks, her body began to warm up, and she felt especially comfortable near the ice.

Murong Fu, on the other hand, chatted with Mu Wanqing about everything under the sun, fully demonstrating a man's profound knowledge.

Especially when it comes to martial arts, Mu Wanqing is like a primary school student facing a professor. Murong Fu's casual pointers are enough to enlighten Mu Wanqing.

Gradually, a blush appeared on Mu Wanqing's face. This peerless beauty had reached her best condition.

One point less and there would be no charm.

One point more and she would lose her girlish look.

At this moment, it is perfect and just right.

"I'll teach you a martial art called Lingbo Weibu. It looks very beautiful when you walk." Murong Fu held Mu Wanqing's hand.

Mu Wanqing struggled symbolically, but failed to break free, so she resigned herself to her fate and said, "Okay!"

"Lingbo Weibu mainly follows the directions of the I Ching. The positions of the eight trigrams are..."

As Murong Fu continued to teach, his hands became restless.

Mu Wanqing was also getting drunk and her vision was hazy. Murong Fu's tall figure and jade-like face made her feel more comfortable than ever before.

"Why...why are you undressing me?"

"Because I'm good at understanding people's clothes, don't you feel hot?"

"Am I hot?"

"Of course you are hot. Look, your earlobes are red."

"Yeah, I'll help you untie it too, aren't you hot?"

"Kind of."

"what are you doing?"

"Your mouth is dry, let me help you get some water."

"Woooooooo..."

Soon, Mu Wanqing was speechless, and Murong Fu, as expected, entangled with Mu Wanqing like an octopus.

This situation is evidenced by the words:
The romance is at its best, with laughter and charm everywhere.

The amorous young man tastes the flavor.

…The beautiful woman frowned, intoxicated by the spring breeze.

……

The full moon on Yushan Mountain startled the Candle Dragon and it flew away.

…The sword energy is soaring, lightly picking the plum blossoms.

Where does the soul-stirring longing go?

He fell into a deep pool and never returned.

Do you remember?
Tonight's madness turns into tears on my face.

……

After a long time.

Mu Wanqing woke up and saw herself lying in Murong Fu's arms. However, she was not angry, but just sighed slightly.

"Sister Wan, what's wrong with you?" Murong Fu asked, running his hand through Mu Wanqing's messy hair.

"I knew clearly that you were a bad man and had no good intentions towards me, but I still fell into your trap. It wasn't foolish, but I was willing to do it." Mu Wanqing murmured, "Just like a moth flying into a flame. Do you think a moth is stupid? It clearly knows that the flame will hurt it."

(End of this chapter)