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

Chapter 312 The Death of Qiu Du

In the original novel, Li Xunhuan coughs frequently when he's not doing anything, so it's safe to assume he has tuberculosis.

But what's amazing is that Li Xunhuan never coughed once during a serious battle.

In Murong Fu's view, the main cause of this was only one thing: excessive drinking. Li Xunhuan had reached new heights in his drinking; he could drink continuously from morning till night, day and night, for many days in a row.

The three men reacted differently to Murong Fu's reasons.

A shadow fell over Long Xiaoyun's heart; the phrase "lovesickness" deeply stung him.

Lin Xian'er was disappointed that Li Xunhuan didn't give her any deeper answers.

Li Xunhuan, however, was grateful, though he was actually quite resistant to the reason he wanted to come to Guanzhong.

In his early years, he did not realize how deep and enduring his love for Lin Shiyin was.

I thought that after I left, time and alcohol would wash everything away.

But alas, trying to cut water with a knife only makes it flow more, and raising a cup to drown sorrows only makes them more intense...

More than a decade of longing drove him mad.

He knew he had come for Lin Shiyin, and he always felt he was about to die, so he wanted to die somewhere not too far from Lin Shiyin.

He wanted to see Lin Shiyin again, to confirm that his brainless decision back then could actually bring her happiness.

Long Xiaoyun said, "I didn't expect Young Master Murong to know so much about my brother's condition. May I ask Young Master Murong to treat my brother's lung ailment?"

Murong Fu nodded. Long Xiaoyun was really good at disguising himself. Ordinary people would not be able to see that beneath his seemingly sincere words lay a vicious heart that wished his brother dead.

Murong Fu said, "As expected, Hero Long has remembered my title of the Ten Perfect Hero. That's right, I am indeed the best doctor in the world."

But my dear brother... Li Tanhua, can you give up drinking?

Li Xunhuan seemed to have heard the most ridiculous question in the world, as if the sun were rising in the west: Could time be turned back ten years?

He shook his head, his curly hair swaying with each swing: "Of course not, without wine, I'd be dead."

There's no need to worry about this mere lung disease.

Most people would have died long ago from drinking like that, but in the original novel, Li Xunhuan drank like that until he married Sun Xiaohong, had a son, and even after Sun Xiaohong passed away, he could still keep drinking.

It can only be said that he does indeed possess some extraordinary talent.

The bottle spun again, this time pointing at Murong Fu.

Lin Xian'er said innocently, "Uncle Long, Brother Li, I'd also like to ask Young Master Murong, is it alright?"

Since Lin Xian'er had said so, the two naturally agreed.

Lin Xian'er asked, "Young Master Murong, is what you just said true? You went to my room not to find me?"

Murong Fu smiled and nodded: "It's true, I really did wander in by mistake."

Lin Xian'er then asked, "So where did you originally intend to go?"

Long Xiaotian and Li Xunhuan narrowed their eyes, and Murong Fu said, "That's the next question."

Lin Xian'er pouted and said, "It's my fault for being stupid. I should have just asked."

Murong Fu took a sip of wine, a smile on his face as if he were looking at an idiot, and said nothing.

The next time, however, it was Lin Xian'er's turn. Murong Fu said:

"Miss Xian'er just asked me a question, so let me ask Miss Xian'er a question in return."

Lin Xian'er nodded in agreement.

Murong Fu asked, "How many lovers has Miss Xian'er had?"

Lin Xian'er was taken aback, feeling extremely displeased, but outwardly she adopted a pitiful posture:

"Young Master Murong, I... I am a weak woman, wandering in this martial world."

Naturally, some people coveted my plain looks, but thankfully I had the care of Uncle Long and Sister Lin. Being able to live in the former house of the third-ranked scholar meant that no one bothered me.

Many people may want to be my friend, but there is only one person in my heart...

As she spoke, Lin Xian'er's eyes were fixed on Li Xunhuan.

The three men present all knew that she was actually a slut, so naturally they wouldn't fall for her act.

Only You Longsheng, who couldn't get to the table, stood to the side, gazing at Lin Xian'er's somewhat blurry figure, lost in his fantasies.

.....

The game ended quickly. Everyone present was shrewd; what they said was either half true and half false, or nine parts false and one part true.

Even when they are telling the truth, they completely steer the conversation in the opposite direction.

Murong Fu sighed inwardly: "Alas, this game is truly unplayable."

He had just asked about Li Xunhuan's most beloved woman and whether Long Xiaoyun was really sick back then, but to no avail.

But perhaps these questions were unnecessary. Seeing that Li Xunhuan had eaten all the snacks on the table, even the sauce on the plate, it was clear that he still deeply loved Lin Shiyin.

Afterwards, Lin Xian'er returned to Lengxiang Xiaozhu, while Li Xunhuan and Murong Fu moved into rooms that were far apart.

Murong Fu immediately guessed that it was Long Xiaoyun who arranged it.

But he didn't say anything; he knew what was going to happen next.

The next morning.

The wind has died down, and the snow has stopped.

Murong Fu pushed open the window and saw a white world and the garden path that had been swept clean by the servants.

While these high-ranking officials and martial arts heroes were still fast asleep, burning precious charcoal as valuable as silver for warmth, the servants of Xingyun Manor had to constantly clear away the accumulated snow before dawn.

Furthermore, the snow cannot be piled up on the roadside, on the grass, or under the trees.

One reason is the fear that the snow will melt and the roads will freeze over.

Secondly, they were afraid of spoiling the nobles' enjoyment of the snow scene.

The vegetation and the soft snowflakes covering the trees are the best scenery in winter.

Therefore, they had to transport the excess snowflakes from the road to outside the village and dump them.

We also cannot get too close to Zhuangzi, lest it damage his image.

Murong Fu shook his head. Alas, even in the Great Hua, which he had managed for many years, only a preliminary equality had been achieved on the surface.

He abolished slavery, and everyone had land.

During the off-season, some people would work as laborers or servants in wealthy households. Unlike before, they wouldn't be beaten to death by their masters. Once inside someone's house, they had to be humble and subservient, but it was still much better than here.

While Murong Fu was eating his rebellion food in his room, he overheard people outside talking about how Li Xunhuan had killed Qiu Du the night before.

Murong Fu was stunned, and muttered, "No way, he died too?"

Qiu Du is the only disciple of Qingmo Shou Yi Ku, and is actually his son.

Yi Ku didn't trust anyone, so naturally he didn't take on any disciples, except for his son Qiu Du.

Even when he was traveling the world, Yi Ku gave him a Green Demon Hand for self-defense.

This Azure Demon Hand is a metal glove forged from refined iron, and it ranks ninth in the weapon rankings compiled by Bai Xiaosheng.

It is bulky in appearance but agile in its moves and is known for its great power.

However, Qiu Du gave it to Lin Xian'er, just like You Longsheng gave her the Fish Intestine Sword, which allowed him to climb onto Lin Xian'er's fungal bed.

"I heard that Qiu Du admired Miss Xian'er. Last night, Qiu Du got jealous and caused trouble for Li Tanhua. He was killed by Li Tanhua's flying knife." Murong Fu was stunned. Well, the simp died because of his licking.

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