The Song Dynasty was the king for thirteen years before he knew that he was Tianlong.

Chapter 194 Insight, Joy

Jiangnan, Taihu Lake, Chanhe Village.

Murong Longcheng walked into the hall angrily. His robe was torn, his belt was broken, and his shoes were cracked, revealing half of his feet.

"Murong Fu hasn't come back yet? It's been several months. Where has he gone?" He asked in a deep voice when he saw Qin Bo wiping the hibiscus vase in the corner.

Qin Bo turned his head and looked at him with a dull look in his eyes. He thought about it for a while and shook his head and said, "Young Master hasn't been back for several years..."

Murong Longcheng stared at Qin Bo with eyes as bright as torches: "You old fool, you are so perfunctory every time. Could it be that what I saw before was all fake? There were so many people at the farm that day, and you were still busy serving them diligently!"

Qin Bo thought for a moment and said, "Those people you mentioned, didn't Miss Azhu come that time? And the commander of the water camp, he must be treated well..."

Murong Longcheng's silver hair fluttered in the wind: "That young man in a white robe, isn't that Murong Fu!"

Qin Bo was stunned for a while, and then he said, "Isn't that Miss Ah Zhu's husband? He is not a young master."

Murong Longcheng took a deep breath, his eyes wide open: "How could it not be Murong Fu? You are really getting old and confused. Why don't you quickly get me a set of clothes to change into."

Qin Bo nodded and staggered out of the hall, muttering as he walked: "I go out to fight every day and come back in tatters every day. How can I have so many clothes for you to change into?"

Murong Longcheng asked: "What did you say?"

Qin Bo did not answer. Instead, he muttered to himself in a smaller voice that only he could hear: "Don't think I don't know. You are the dead person in the tomb. You said you have been dead for so many years, so you should just stay in the coffin and sleep honestly. Why do you come out to make trouble..."

After a while, Murong Longcheng changed into a new set of robes, ate the meal cooked by Qin Bo, and then went back to his room to practice martial arts.

During these days, he went to Mantuo Villa every day to fight with Xiaoyaozi. The fight would last at least a day. Sometimes, when he was excited, he would not stop for three days and three nights.

At first he just wanted to vent his anger on the Murong family, but gradually he became really angry. Murong Fu disappeared again, so he made looking for Xiaoyaozi a daily routine. He always felt that something was missing if he didn't fight with the other party.

The two fought back and forth, and it was unclear who would win or lose. Xiaoyaozi accepted all the attacks, and he would not give up either. Several months passed like this.

After practicing martial arts, Murong Longcheng looked at the night sky outside the window and frowned. He still couldn't think of the past. After thinking for a while, he stood up and walked towards the ancestral hall.

He wanted to take another look at the Murong family genealogy to see if it could bring back memories of the past.

He had never been to the ancestral hall before. He didn't want to see his spirit tablet placed there, which would be unpleasant to look at.

When we arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall, we saw lights flickering inside and Qin Bo was burning incense.

Murong Longcheng stepped in, Qin Bo turned around, his expression was stunned: "What are you doing here..."

Murong Longcheng said, "I came to see where the family tree is."

Qin Bo pointed to the side of the long altar and said, "It's in the box."

Murong Longcheng nodded, and then looked at the tablets on the niche, and was slightly surprised: "Why are there so many tablets?"

Qin Bo said: "It has always been this much."

When Murong Longcheng saw that his tablet was actually placed a few levels below, he felt something was wrong. When he was looking at the family tree, he was at the front of the book, so why was he placed so low on the shrine?
He looked carefully and found that there were many names of spirit tablets that he had never seen in the genealogy book before, which made him even more puzzled.

He said to Qin Bo: "Throw my tablet away. There is no need to keep it here anymore."

Qin Bo slowly took down the spirit tablet with Murong Longcheng's name on it and carried it out of the mourning hall upside down.

Murong Longcheng walked to the corner of the niche, where there was a box with the family tree stored inside.

He picked up the box and was about to leave when he saw a yellowed album next to the box. He wondered who left the genealogy book outside. He reached out to take it, opened the box and was about to put the book in, but then he saw another family tree in the box.

Murong Longcheng narrowed his eyes. The two books were of the same shape and there was not much difference between them. He pondered for a moment, wondering why there were two books?
At that time, the little girl only showed him one copy. Could it be that she didn't know that there were actually two copies of the family tree? But that didn't make sense. The young man Murong Fu was right next to him, so why didn't he remind him?
Murong Longcheng thought about it, took out the family tree from the box, and looked through it. It was the one he had seen before, and his name was indeed at the front.

He opened another book he had just found, but his expression changed after opening it.

This genealogy book placed on the niche is not only fully written, unlike the other one which is only half written, but also has a long string of text after some names, which are the temple name, posthumous title and reign title.

This is... Murong Longcheng flipped through the pages hurriedly, and found that several pages were like this.

He stood there in shock. What was going on? Could it be that the Murong family was an imperial family, and that their ancestors had produced an emperor?
He turned back to the first page and read carefully, not missing a single name.

Murong Huang, Murong Jun, Murong Chui, Murong Bao, Murong Hong, Murong Chong, Murong De, Murong Chao...

They look familiar, as if I have known these names for a long time, but I just can't remember them.

Why didn't the young Murong Fu tell me about this? The Murong family is a royal family, but the girl only showed me one genealogy book. Was it intentional, or did she really not know there were two genealogy books and didn't pay attention to the one on the niche?
Murong Longcheng's face was extremely confused and a little heavy. He stood for a moment, then went out holding the two family tree books...Dali Kingdom, Dali City, in a quiet and elegant courtyard.

Mu Wanqing sat at the table, lowering her head and talking about her experiences in Tokyo City, leaving Duan Zhengchun and Qin Hongmian stunned.

"It's actually that person?" Duan Zhengchun asked, his face full of disbelief.

Qin Hongmian was a little dumbfounded, and after a long while she said, "Wan'er, this...this prince won't just turn around and abandon you, right?"

Mu Wanqing raised her head and blushed, "Mother, what are you talking about? His Highness said that the palace is my home and asked me to come back and talk to my parents before going back."

"The palace is your home..." Qin Hongmian glanced at Duan Zhengchun subconsciously. Duan Zhengchun turned his head away quickly. She said, "Did His Highness really say that?"

Mu Wanqing nodded vigorously: "His Highness also said that he has the final say in the mansion, and told me... just tell me to stay here peacefully."

Qin Hongmian murmured, "He, he is so good to you, is there another woman in her house..."

Mu Wanqing thought for a moment and said, "There is only one Miss Ah Zhu, and it seems there is also a Miss Wang, but she was not there at the time. Miss Ah Zhu said... it's okay, Your Highness, Your Highness is a man who values friendship and loyalty."

Duan Zhengchun hurriedly coughed and said, "How can there be only one woman in the Yanwang Mansion of the Song Dynasty? She is the prince of the Song Dynasty."

Qin Hongmian said angrily, "There is only one person in the Prince of Zhennan's Mansion in Dali..."

Duan Zhengchun said awkwardly: "How can Dali be compared with the Song Dynasty? Dali is a small country, only about the same size as the Song Dynasty. It is incomparable, incomparable."

Qin Hongmian wanted to speak again, but Duan Zhengchun interrupted her and said, "Wan'er has entered the Prince of Yan's mansion. Her current status is not good. She must elevate her family to be a good match. I will go to the palace to discuss this matter and request a title for Wan'er."

Qin Hongmian was delighted when she heard this and said, "That's great. What title can you ask for, Duan Lang?"

Duan Zhengchun said, "If it's something else, I'm afraid it would be difficult to ask, but Wan'er is going to marry into the Yanwang Mansion of the Song Dynasty, so I think my brother will agree to give her the title of princess."

Mu Wanqing shook her head and said, "I don't want any title, and His Highness won't care about it. When they first met, I was just an ordinary woman in the martial arts world, and he never looked down on me. This time in Tokyo, he never mentioned my identity..."

Qin Hongmian said, "Wan'er, you are too young, what do you know? If it were your mother back then... Well, you should have listened to your father."

Duan Zhengchun nodded: "Wan'er, you are indeed young and ignorant, and you don't understand the world. Is the royal family's marriage as simple as you think? Listen to your father, you won't be wrong."

Mu Wanqing looked at her parents and disagreed. She felt that Zhao Ticai was not that kind of person. If he really valued those things, how could he care about her, a girl from the mountains who wielded swords and knives, and how could he say that the palace was her home.

"Wan'er, once your father gets you a title, you should hurry back to Tokyo."

Duan Zhengchun wondered, "Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you ask your daughter to stay for a few more days? Besides, if she really wants to get married, it's not a good idea for her to stay there too long in advance..."

"What's the big deal?" Qin Hongmian said, "Qiansui is willing, Wan'er is willing, so what does it matter if it's in Tokyo or Dali?"

Duan Zhengchun smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is not good. This is no longer a private matter between children. It involves the state system. It involves the state system."

Qin Hongmian said with a straight face: "Why didn't Duan Lang talk about the state system when he was with me? Is it because I am a commoner girl with a poor background and come from the underworld?"

Seeing this, Mu Wanqing said, "Mother, father, I can still stay for a few days. His Highness is on a diplomatic mission to Xixia, and it will take some time for him to return. I am not in a hurry to go back."

Qin Hongmian couldn't help but smile when she heard this: "I see, then I'll stay for a few more days, and then it won't be too late to go to Tokyo."

Mu Wanqing nodded: "I still have to go back to the mountains to pack up some common things... and take them away."

Duan Zhengchun said, "What's there to pack? Daddy can buy you anything you want. You don't have to go back to the mountains. Just stay in Dali. I'll take you around. I think your uncle will want to meet you, too."

Mu Wanqing said, "I still have to go back once. There are some old things that I can't bear to part with, so I'd better keep them with me."

Duan Zhengchun glanced at Qin Hongmian after hearing this and said, "Hongmian, why don't you go back and pack up, bring some of the things you don't want to leave with you, and live in Dali from now on?"

Qin Hongmian couldn't hide her joy and asked, "Duan Lang, why, why do you say that?"

Duan Zhengchun looked at Mu Wanqing and said with a smile: "Who told us to have a good daughter..."

The eastern foothills of Tianshan Mountain are covered with green grass and fragrant flowers.

Five miles down the mountain, there is a small town called Mumen.

Zhao Ti looked at Jiumozhi who was walking quickly towards the front of the town and nodded.

(End of this chapter)