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

Chapter 282 Young Master Murong's wedding was even held in a Taoist temple?!

Prince Ruyang and Wang Baobao were taken off the eagle by Murong Fu and placed on the training ground.

Looking at the scene before him, Wang Baobao saw a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with fresh blood still flowing continuously from each fresh body.

Just then, it started snowing. The pure white snowflakes fell on this red-stained land, just like his mood, sinking and melting quickly.

Prince Ruyang had seen many grand scenes, witnessing the battles and deaths of tens of thousands of soldiers on the battlefield.

But how long would that take? It would be a protracted battle, a bloody conflict where banners blotted out the sky and the heavens and earth seemed to darken...

But in just a few breaths, they wiped out more than 10,000 elite troops of the Great Yuan Dynasty.

With tears in his eyes, the Prince of Ruyang looked at the surviving soldiers and laborers, covered in blood, kneeling, roaring, and struggling on this blood-red land.

Watching the giant eagle repeatedly lift its feet, complaining of the thick blood and feeling uncomfortable.

Look at the white-robed nobleman who floats above the blood lake, not touching the ground.

These images struck him as absurd and bizarre.

Training troops, leading troops, suppressing rebellions... The Prince of Ruyang, who had devoted his entire life to this, discovered that everything he had once been proud of was nothing more than something that Murong Fu could destroy with a wave of his hand.

Murong Fu said to the remaining people:

"Dispose of these people's bodies properly, and you can divide the money and provisions in the military camp among yourselves."

Those who want to join the army can come to Wudang Mountain and say that Murong Fu sent them.

They then captured the Prince of Ruyang and his son, and rode away swiftly on a giant eagle.

He had just used the sound techniques of soul magic to say what he said. He believed that most of them would follow his instructions to dispose of the bodies properly before dividing the spoils. As for whether anyone would go to Wudang, that was not important. He had just mentioned it casually. When the father and son realized that they had returned to Wudang Mountain, they found themselves sitting in the same spot where they had come from, with a cup of steaming green tea in front of them.

Murong Fu was still brewing tea when he saw that the Prince of Ruyang and his companion seemed to have come to their senses, so he said calmly:

"Have you... made up your minds?"

Prince Ruyang swallowed hard, his once bright and fierce eyes now dulled, and he even became somewhat cautious in front of Murong Fu.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's question, the Prince of Ruyang knelt and bowed, saying:

"I am willing to serve Your Majesty like a dog or a horse."

Wang Baobao, who was standing to the side, immediately followed his father's example and bowed to Murong Fu.

Murong Fu nodded, helped the two up, and said, "Get up. Since that's the case, we're family now. Let's eat first."

The two were somewhat mistaken, thinking that they would immediately discuss some important national affairs, but naturally they dared not question Murong Fu's decision in any way.

Thus, the Temur family has finally found a shortcut to success, with three members of the family becoming traitors.

During the meal, Prince Ruyang looked at the children at the table and privately asked his daughter about their origins. Unexpectedly, Zhao Min casually replied:

"They are all Murong Gongzi's children, oh, except for that strangely shaped Zhang Junbao, Guo Xiang next to him, and Guo Polu. The two behind him are Guo Jing's children."

Zhang Junbao is Murong Gongzi's disciple.

At that moment, Zhang Sanfeng, who was sitting across the table, heard Zhao Min's way of addressing him when he was a child and also curled his lip in disapproval.

I thought to myself that Mongolian girls have no sense of aesthetics, and I shouldn't take it personally...

Prince Ruyang was startled. Were all the remaining children Murong Fu's?

He had long suspected that Murong Fu and his daughter Zhao Min were having an affair. When he agreed, besides being afraid of and admiring Murong Fu's extraordinary abilities, he also had the expectation that he could become the father-in-law of the emperor and that his grandson might become the next ruler. But now there were so many children, all of whom seemed very clever. How could they compete?

After the meal, Chahantemur pulled Zhao Min and Wang Baobao to a secluded spot and asked:

"Minmin, Murong Fu has so many children, what will happen to your children in the future?"

A mother's status rises with her son's. You might not be able to give Murong Fu a son in the future, but he already has several...

Zhao Min naturally understood her father's meaning, and waved her hand, saying:

"Father, there's no need to worry about that."

He... told me there would be no succession. He is the eternal sun of this world.

Seeing that her father and brother didn't quite understand, Zhao Min explained:

"Young Master Murong said that his martial arts skills have transcended the mundane, unlike those of ordinary people who live for no more than a hundred years."

After he became emperor, he was like the sun that never sets, and there was no longer any trouble in the palace with intrigues and scheming to install a new emperor.

He even told me that he would support me if I wanted to become an empress.

but..."

"But what?" Prince Ruyang hurriedly asked Zhao Min.

Zhao Min said, "But he said there was a paradise on earth, and after he went there, he would no longer want to be an emperor. Being an emperor is not a good job."

Wang Baobao, however, disagreed, saying, "Everyone in the world wants to be emperor, so why isn't that a good job?"

Zhao Min said, "Brother, I asked him that too, and he said... people are just shameless."

There's also greed...: Riding a donkey, one suddenly longs for a fine horse; holding the position of prime minister, one seeks a title and honors.

Many people, even if they become emperors, are still insecure and restless; no matter what position they hold, they cannot live a good life.

"Hahahaha!" After hearing this, the Prince of Ruyang laughed heartily, patted his son on the shoulder, and said, "My son-in-law is right, alas."

Young Master Murong is truly talented. I'm not even thinking about becoming the Crown Prince... but...

That evening, Prince Ruyang made his only request: that Murong Fu marry his daughter Zhao Min.

Murong Fu agreed without hesitation.

Three days later, the wedding was held.

They didn't invite any extra people; it was just the three of them on Zhao Min's side. Zhao Min's mother died early, and she didn't have any other particularly close relatives.

Members of the Ming Cult and Taoist priests of the Wudang School can attend the wedding, as long as they sit at separate tables.

Zhang Sanfeng's Wudang sect were originally monks who wouldn't normally participate in such mundane celebrations. But how could the matter of Young Master Murong be considered a mundane affair?

Murong Fu thought that having this group of people alone was not enough; the wedding needed someone to handle it, but it would be too much of a challenge to have these professional Taoists and professional rebels organize the wedding.

Murong Fu made a special trip to the Tianlong World and brought over the wedding team he had previously trained.

This team has witnessed Murong Fu's weddings over the years, and they have done an excellent job in organizing them.

These past two years have been without business, and all I can do is work in a theatrical troupe. Although the pay is good, I still feel a bit empty because I can't pursue my dream career.

Receiving this notification was truly unexpected.

After passing through the portal, they arrived at Wudang Mountain and were greatly surprised to see a mountain full of Taoist priests.

Young Master Murong's wedding is getting bigger and bigger; it's even being held in a Taoist temple now.

They thought that many Taoist priests also accepted similar weddings and funerals, but Young Master Murong trusted them more, which made them feel exceptionally trusted.

You treat me like a national hero, and I will repay you with the same devotion!

The group of people playing music and drums made it even more strenuous, enveloping the entire Wudang Mountain in a joyful atmosphere.