Reborn as Murong Fu: This Time I'm the Protagonist

Chapter 487 He's a prince consort again?
Tong Guan squinted and said a few flattering words, his gaze settling on Abi's face.

"Huh? This lady looks very familiar."

Tong Guan blurted it out unconsciously.

Abi felt slightly uncomfortable being stared at by a eunuch. The eunuch's smile always gave people a sinister feeling, but out of respect for Murong Fu, she forced a smile and said, "This noble eunuch is joking. I have not lived in Tokyo since I was a child, so how could I have seen a noble eunuch before?"

Seeing Abi's embarrassment, Azhu smiled and came over to smooth things over: "Oh dear, little sister Abi, it's possible that some young lady from a wealthy family in the capital looks a bit like you. Alright, alright, since the young master is alright, we don't need to worry. Let's go back and wait."

Tong Guan smiled awkwardly, realizing that his behavior just now was indeed somewhat impolite. He cupped his hands in apology and said, "I'm sorry to have made you two sisters-in-law laugh at me. My memory has always been a bit bad."

The misunderstanding was cleared up, and everyone went their separate ways. Tong Guan had several imperial guards escort Eunuch Sun to the Imperial City Guard to await his fate, while he himself went into the palace with Murong Fu.

Throughout the journey, Tong Guan's doubts lingered in his mind, yet he couldn't quite put them into words, so he could only suppress them for the time being.

The group of people walked through corridors and alleys, and soon arrived at a small pavilion in the palace.

Tong Guan said, "Brother, this is the Imperial Study. It's where His Majesty usually works. He instructed me to let you go in alone. I'll wait here. Brother, remember, although His Majesty is young, he is very particular about his appearance. You must not be impolite."

Murong Fu felt a little strange: This Emperor Zhezong of Song is quite interesting. What is he up to with this whole thing?

Since it was the emperor who made this arrangement, Murong Fu didn't waste any words and pushed open the door to see what the young emperor was up to.

As soon as Murong Fu stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind him.

Murong Fu felt a slight chill, but he didn't care. Instead, he treated the place as his own home, leisurely looking around. After only a few glances, he felt rather dismissive.

Too crude.

If this were just an ordinary wealthy household, such furnishings would be barely acceptable, but this is His Majesty the Emperor's study.

Even the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were immediately recognized by Murong Fu as counterfeit.

The little emperor is having a hard time.

Murong Fu couldn't bear it and closed his eyes slightly. He even secretly began to consider whether he should send the young emperor a hundred thousand or twenty thousand taels of silver, since the child was suffering so much.

Just as Murong Fu was lost in thought, he suddenly and keenly sensed a faint killing intent.

Although this trace of killing intent was extremely weak, and the owner of this killing intent was extremely well hidden, Murong Fu's perception was now so sharp that how could this small room possibly hide someone who harbored murderous intent towards him?
In an instant, various thoughts flashed through Murong Fu's mind: What is this little emperor up to?
"Your Excellency is hiding in this imperial palace compound; isn't that the behavior of a coward? Please show yourself!"

Murong Fu chuckled and spoke calmly.

With a loud crash, a screen suddenly shattered, and a masked figure dressed in black followed by a flash of light slashed towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu laughed and said, "What a fine move, 'Lightning Through the Sky,' but it's a pity it's too slow and the force is too weak."

Murong Fu extended his right hand, gently touching his middle finger and thumb together, and then flicked it lightly with his middle finger.

With a "thud," the middle finger flicked the blade, and instantly the surface of the fine iron longsword was covered with a dense web of cracks, and the blade naturally tilted to one side.

However, the figure decisively abandoned his knife and immediately struck with a palm. Murong Fu felt a fragrant breeze on his face and subconsciously thought it was poison. He held his breath and then pointed out with his "Canhe Finger".

A soft cry rang out, and the figure fell to the ground with a thud. Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat, realizing how familiar the woman's voice sounded. He hurriedly stepped forward and lifted her veil, only to be immediately stunned.

A moment later, two exclamations rang out simultaneously.

"Abi, what are you doing here?"

"let me go!"

The moment Murong Fu lifted his veil, he saw a face that was the most unexpected thing to him.

Her delicate skin was like newly peeled edges, her two beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows were now raised in anger, her two bright eyes seemed to be both angry and resentful, and her rosy cherry lips seemed to want to say something but held back.

Isn't that Abi?
"Sister, what's wrong?"

With a few "thump-thump-thump" sounds, a young man wearing a moon-white soft gauze hat and a bright red robe descended from the attic of the Imperial Study.

The young man's appearance bore a striking resemblance to the woman in Murong Fu's arms.

"Minister Murong, you must not be rude! This is my elder sister, the Princess of Chu!"

Murong Fu understood the situation perfectly. In an instant, a huge amount of information rushed through his mind. After a brief pause, Murong Fu immediately stood up and bowed, saying, "Your subject Murong Fu greets Your Majesty."

At that time, kneeling was not yet a common form of greeting; ordinary officials would simply clasp their hands in greeting when they met the monarch in informal settings.

No wonder Abi has always been tight-lipped about her background.

However, this is not the time to talk about this kind of thing.

You can't exactly say that your concubine is a princess of the Song Dynasty.

The rights and wrongs of this matter are really not suitable to be discussed at this time.

Murong Fu was also in a real bind.

He showed absolutely no joy at suddenly becoming a prince consort again.

Wait, why did I say "again"?

Before Murong Fu could react, the Chu princess immediately stood up, scurried behind Zhao Xu, and glared at Murong Fu with a mixture of shyness and anger in her beautiful eyes. Her gaze was like an awl, as if she wanted to drill two holes in Murong Fu.

After all, she had slept in the same bed with the owner of an almost identical face last night.

I was still a little guilty.

Murong Fu decided to break the awkward silence first: "Your Majesty, what happened just now?"

Zhao Xu coughed lightly, his gaze shifting slightly. "My elder sister has loved martial arts since she was a child. She had long heard of the legendary figures of Qiao Feng in the North and Murong Fu in the South. Just now, she happened to hear that you were to be summoned to the palace, so she wanted to test your skills. But she didn't expect... cough cough."

Clearly, Zhao Xu didn't want to say much more on this topic.

Murong Fu couldn't help but smirk: the same face, but two completely different personalities. He'd offended someone right off the bat; things were probably going to get interesting.