Transmigrating into Murong Fu, may you have many children and much happiness.

Chapter 182 Murong Fu got married yet again.

Coincidentally, Lu Wushuang said the same thing to Murong Fu.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's offer to marry her, Lu Wushuang scrambled onto him like an octopus, laughing and crying at the same time.

"My husband, I have long recognized you as my husband."

But you're such a womanizer, surrounded by so many beautiful women, including my cousin... At first, she advised me not to be with a playboy like you.

But as I continued to persuade her, I saw her say: "...Adding Little Dragon Girl and Wanyan Ping... Husband, you'll have five wives!"

You have two more children.

Sigh, I swore before that I would kill any slutty man I saw.

You're the most dissolute man I've ever met... but I've fallen in love with you anyway, what can I do...?

Murong Fu thought to himself, "Actually, there are more than ten others in other worlds. Four children have been born, and four more are still unborn..."

However, Murong Fu would never say such a thing aloud. Instead, he gently stroked Lu Wushuang's back and said:

"Wushuang, my love for you is pure and sincere, without any blemish."

Murong Fu knew that women were susceptible to this kind of thing; there was no need to mention anything about being the only one, but it was essential to reiterate his love for her.

Murong Fu indeed thought so; he was sincere towards every woman, but his heart was rather large, and each woman occupied a part of his being...

Lu Wushuang nodded and said, "I know."

Murong Fu then asked, "But... Wushuang, Pingping just said that we're getting married tonight, what about your schedule...?"

Lu Wushuang punched Murong Fu in the chest. With her current strength as a third-rate expert, she could easily shatter a table, but when she punched Murong Fu's chest, it really felt like a small, soft fist hitting his chest. As she punched, she said:

"I don't want to be later than her. At worst, we can both get married together!"

"How about... we get married right now!"

As she spoke, she got off Murong Fu, then grabbed him and jumped to stand beside him.

With a solemn expression, he said, "First, I bow to Heaven and Earth!"

Seeing her like this, Murong Fu naturally smiled and cooperated.

Lu Wushuang and he bowed deeply towards the window.

"Bowing to the parents a second time!"

After saying this, Lu Wushuang didn't rush to bow, but said with red eyes, "Father, Mother, your daughter is getting married."

He's a very good person, a great hero... Don't worry.

Murong Fu cupped Lu Wushuang's face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb, and said tenderly:

"Honey, it's a joyous occasion, don't cry in front of your parents."

And we're about to enter the bridal chamber, so let's be serious.

Lu Wushuang burst into laughter through her tears and said, "You..."

Come, bow to your parents a second time.

Murong Fu and Lu Wushuang bowed deeply in respect.

Then Lu Wushuang added, "Husband and wife bow to each other."

The two exchanged a smile. Murong Fu smiled openly, while Lu Wushuang covered her mouth, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

After the two bowed three times, Murong Fu activated the storage function of his personal space, then embraced the snow-white Lu Wushuang, saying:

"Time to lead them to the bridal chamber~"

The plan to hold a wedding ceremony that evening ultimately did not materialize, because Murong Fu had never been married in this world, unlike the Canhe Manor in the Tianlong world, where the warehouse was piled with enough materials for Murong Fu to get married ten more times.

Here, the Murong family is not a century-old family with so many businesses that they can simply send someone to gather and deliver the wedding clothes and candles with a single word.

After asking Yelü Yan, Murong Fu indeed wanted to hold the event in Xiangyang and wanted his father and brother to be present as witnesses.

When Cheng Ying heard Murong Fu's question, she blushed and said:

"Who would want to marry you?!"

Murong Fu pulled her into his arms and asked!

"Didn't you say you wanted to keep an eye on your cousin Wushuang? If she marries me, and you don't marry me, how can you expect me to stop her from bullying her?"

Cheng Ying weakly pushed and rubbed Murong Fu a few times, but couldn't break free from his embrace, and said:

"I believe that Young Master Murong is good to my cousin."

"And what about you?"

"It's good for me too."

"Not enough yet..."

During their deep kiss, Murong Fu touched the camel-hump-like structure on Cheng Ying's chest, leaving her powerless.

She suddenly remembered what her cousin Lu Wushuang had told her during a late-night chat—about the feeling of having lost all her powers.

A feeling that is hard to describe.

But with her remaining rationality, Cheng Ying still pushed Murong Fu away.

She said timidly, "Wait...wait until after our wedding ceremony."

Murong Fu stroked her head, smoothed her hair, and said:

"Then I'll propose marriage to your master."

Murong Fu knew that the proper relationships between ruler and subject, father and son, and teacher and student were extremely important in this era.

As the saying goes, if the ruler commands the subject to die, the subject has no choice but to die; if the father commands the son to die, the son dares not disobey. Similarly, in the martial arts world, the distinction between master and disciple, superior and inferior, cannot be compromised in the slightest.

In this era, a master is like a parent. Cheng Ying lost her parents at a young age and was rescued and taken in by Huang Yaoshi, who taught her martial arts and knowledge.

Huang Yaoshi was his father.

Hearing Murong Fu say this, Cheng Ying felt an overwhelming sweetness in her heart. Compared to Lu Wushuang, she was much more gentle, and compared to Xiaolongnu, she was bound by many worldly etiquette and rules.

But Cheng Ying is Cheng Ying—gentle, optimistic, and a little bit rigid.

Murong Fu loved Cheng Ying as much as he loved all his wives.

The next morning, Murong Fu took Wanyan Ping, Lu Wushuang, and Cheng Ying on his small boat to Suzhou to prepare for the wedding.

Meanwhile, the old steward at Zhufeng Manor had already begun preparing for the midday wedding banquet.

The women arrived in the city and saw a bustling market with people everywhere. Flower vendors lined the riverbank, their baskets a vibrant array of colors. Young women and wives strolled side by side in front of the silk shops, laughing and joking. The sounds of Suzhou storytelling drifted from the riverside teahouses, and the boatmen's calls echoed from the covered boats. This lively atmosphere, which had been absent for some time, delighted Lu Wushuang and Wanyan Ping.

Cheng Ying, however, walked slowly behind her younger sisters, observing them. Only occasionally, when they passed an interesting stall, would she glance at the handicrafts and ornaments.

Murong Fu said to Lu Wushuang and Cheng Ying, "Don't wander around. You told me at the manor that you wanted to get married at noon today. Even if I sail as fast as I can, it will still take me half an hour to get back!"

"Don't be late."

The Canhe Manor is located very deep in the mountains. It would take an ordinary person two or three hours to row there, but Murong Fu could reach it in half an hour, which was indeed very fast.

He unleashed his full inner energy, stirring up high waves on the sides and back of his wooden boat. The boatman, unaware of the situation, thought it was the Water Dragon King on patrol.

Upon hearing that it concerned the wedding, Lu Wushuang and Wanyan Ping stopped their aimless wandering.

Instead, they carefully followed their pre-planned search for shops.

Within an hour, everyone had purchased everything needed for the wedding.

Everything else was fine, but the new clothes were a bit of a hassle. Actually, there were shops in the clothing market that specialized in all seasons' crowns and hats, as well as wedding and auspicious clothes, and you could pick them up immediately. But choosing the right style took a long time.

Murong Fu would urge people elsewhere, but here he said nothing. After choosing his auspicious attire, he stood aside and quietly admired it.

The two women had good figures, neither too fat nor too thin, so there were many options to choose from, which is why they were torn between them.

I know that time is tight, but I just don't know which one to choose.

In the end, both of them wanted Murong Fu to make the decision.

Murong Fu waved his hand and bought everything he liked and was hesitant about, planning to pick out more along the way. The shopkeeper was overjoyed, as each item cost at least twenty taels of silver.

But Murong Fu lacked nothing, let alone money.

After paying, the two women each carried several items, with the auspicious robes following behind Murong Fu, while the three women chattered and laughed.

Murong Fu then took them home by boat.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Zhufeng Manor, where the old steward and several servants greeted them on the shore.

The servant stepped forward to take the auspicious robe from the mistress's hands, but both refused, smiling and saying they wanted to take it themselves.

Murong Fu strode into the mansion, took out all the wedding materials from his personal space, and instructed his servants to begin the preparations.

The servants had become accustomed to Murong Fu's miraculous abilities these days and privately called him a god. All twenty-odd servants on the estate were mobilized.

A hundred-foot-long red ribbon was hung from the main gate to the auditorium, creating a festive atmosphere; ram's horn lanterns were hung every five steps, lit even during the day to add to the brilliance; pots of peonies were placed in front of the steps, their fragrance lingering.

At the wedding banquet, large red tablecloths were laid out, and the newlyweds were seated in carved ivory chairs with cloud patterns, the backs of which were covered with brocade handkerchiefs embroidered with the character "囍" (double happiness) in gold thread.

Pearl tassels hang from the four corners, dazzling the eye.

Inside the bridal chamber, every table was covered with red cloth adorned with gold-embroidered double happiness symbols; dragon and phoenix candles were lit, and incense burned in a brass incense burner; a red silk canopy with gold embroidery hung above the canopy bed, its surface embroidered with a hundred children playing; the silk quilt cover featured mandarin ducks playing in water, embroidered in Suzhou style, and was filled with fine cotton from the Western Regions.

Adorned with shimmering beads at the four corners.

Meanwhile, a few quick-witted servants who had finished their work picked up gongs and drums and began to make some noise.

However, playing the suona and the erhu was too difficult; it was impossible to force someone to do it like that.

Murong Fu, however, instructed the old steward to start looking for a theatrical troupe to be housed on the estate, so that he would have many more opportunities to get married in the future.

It will come in handy.

Everything was ready before the auspicious time.

Murong Fu got married again.

On the stage, Wanyan Ping felt extremely happy. Murong Fu had helped her avenge the extermination of her Mongol clan, and now she could marry him as his wife.

Lu Wushuang was also glad that she had already gone through the wedding ceremony with Murong Fu and met with these women, including Wanyan Ping.

Cheng Ying, sitting in the audience, was happy for her cousin, but seeing that her future husband would also be her husband, she felt a little strange.

I just keep thinking about that kiss from yesterday.

Xiaolongnu also had a strange feeling, but she was genuinely happy for the three of them.

Yelü Yan was resentful that Wanyan Ping, that little girl, had married Murong Gongzi before her, and began to wonder if it would have been better for her to choose today to marry Murong Fu.

The old butler thought to himself, "Young Master has bought far too many supplies; it's a waste. Even if he gets married ten times, he still won't use them all..."