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

Mu Wanqing had finished eating long ago, but out of consideration for the other party who had saved her today, she didn't leave early, thinking she would go back and get a good night's sleep later.

Unexpectedly, the other party also wanted to visit the night market.

In the early Northern Song Dynasty, the Tang system of curfew was continued, but with the development of commerce, the curfew in major cities in the Jiangnan region, such as Suzhou, gradually became a mere formality.

Seeing the burning gaze in Zhong Ling's eyes, Mu Wanqing realized she was smitten and immediately said, "Young Master Murong, let's go to sleep early. We need to get up early tomorrow to pick up my brother from Yanziwu."

Murong Fu looked at her with a strange expression: "Why do you have to get up early tomorrow?"

Don't worry about saving money for me; I've already paid for three days' accommodation, so I'll just stay here for three days.

"Three days?" Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing asked in unison.

Mu Wanqing frowned and said, "Then my brother might have been killed by that big monk!"

After taking a sip of the chilled plum wine, Murong Fu said leisurely, "Who knows, maybe your brother is quite happy right now."

You worry about your brother, but your brother may not care about you.

.......

Meanwhile, in an open space outside the garden of Mantuo Villa, Duan Yu, covered in mud, stared at a pile of manure in front of him with unusual excitement.

"This is a secret composting method that my gardener taught me. I never thought I'd ever need it, but it's come in very handy today!"

Then Duan Yu stepped through the mud and used a hoe to dig open the manure pile, and Xiao Wei'er immediately came up with a whiff.

I've gotten used to the scent over the past few days, so it feels like it's ready to use.

Suddenly, he sneezed several times in a row, the sneezes going straight through his lungs.

Duan Yu's internal organs churned, then he thought: Who's thinking of me? Could it be the Fairy Sister?!

Duan Yu suddenly perked up and started daydreaming again. He imagined using fertilizer to cultivate camellias into stunningly beautiful blooms, hoping that the fairy maiden, upon seeing them, would smile and perhaps remember his common name, Duan Yu...

.......

Hearing Murong Fu's words, Mu Wanqing felt inexplicably panicked: "That's impossible, Duan... my brother isn't that kind of person."

Murong Fu found it amusing. How could I not know who Duan Yu was? Just a lovesick simp.

Murong Fu frowned as he thought to himself: Is Duan Yu at Yanziwu now?

I've been having so much fun lately that I've completely forgotten about this simp.

Duan Yu was unimportant; Murong Fu suddenly had the image of Kumārajīva in his mind.

"Then we'll have to see how much you're worth!"

It seems that Kumārajīva was indeed a martial arts genius, or even a polymath.

Not only was his martial arts skill ranked among the top four, but he was also proficient in Buddhism, fluent in Sanskrit, and even accomplished in political struggles, making grand entrances.

Even so, he was still not satisfied. Whenever he encountered a profound martial art, he would try to master it and claim it as his own. He was like a gluttonous beast opening its mouth to devour the heavens.

In the end, he suffered an internal energy conflict and went into qi deviation.

Only after losing all his martial arts skills did he achieve a profound enlightenment and see through the illusions of the world, thus becoming a true master.

But the other party is still a fake master. If they come to my Yanziwu Canhe Manor... I guess Shishui Pavilion won't let them go.

But Murong Fu was not worried. Although Master Kumārajīva seemed to have a bad temper, he had never committed any murders and was only interested in advanced martial arts. However, there were no advanced martial arts in his own manor.

The "Shifting Stars" technique is inherited from the Murong family head. Without the relevant texts, the Murong sword technique and the Murong mental cultivation method would probably be beneath the other party's notice. As for the second- or third-rate martial arts in the Water Pavilion, they are even less worth mentioning. Although Kumārajīva is a martial arts glutton, he only covets top-tier martial arts, unlike Murong Fu in the first twenty years, who would practice any third-rate martial arts, making him a complete trash-monger.

The only advanced martial art he possessed was the Lesser Formless Skill, which Murong Fu passed down to Abi and a few others, but Kumārajīva himself knew this skill.

The only thing to fear is arguing with Bao Butong. Bao Butong is a fully automatic argument machine and might make Kumārajīva so angry that he beat him up.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu couldn't help but laugh.

Seeing him suddenly laugh, Mu Wanqing thought he was mocking her and frowned, saying:

"Murong Fu, are you making fun of me?"

"Huh?" Murong Fu saw her beautiful eyes widen as she glared at him angrily.

She thought to herself that Mu Wanqing was actually quite cute when she was angry, and then said:

"I suddenly remembered something funny. Why do you always take everything upon yourself? Don't forget I'm your brother-in-law."

Then Kuaishou gave Mu Wanqing a sharp rap on the head.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch, you!"

Mu Wanqing covered her head and screamed, pointing at Murong Fu. But seeing that Murong Fu had raised his hand again, she knew she couldn't escape and that she needed his help. She felt extremely wronged.

Zhong Ling watched from the side and chuckled.

Although Mu Wanqing treated her well, she always treated her like a child and scolded her all the way, and she didn't dare to resist.

She had already acknowledged A'Zhu as her elder sister and Murong Fu as her brother-in-law, so it was naturally interesting for her to watch her handsome brother-in-law teach her fierce and domineering second sister a lesson.

Mu Wanqing noticed that Zhong Ling was laughing at her, so she glared at her. The latter stuck out her tongue and pretended to be innocent.

Seeing this scene, A'Zhu also laughed. Having spent a long time with Murong Fu, she was no longer as reserved as before and dared to laugh out loud in public.

Mu Wanqing knew

Murong Fu found it amusing, but said seriously, "I suddenly remembered..."

The young master's words were drawn out, and A'Zhu knew he was teasing her sister on purpose. She quietly awaited what he would say next.

Zhong Ling tilted her head curiously, while Mu Wanqing frowned, wondering what trick the other party was going to play on her this time.

"...Remembering that I still have things to do at home, I'll spend half an hour at the night market tonight and set off tomorrow morning. I'll drive the boat, and we'll arrive at the manor in time for lunch."

Then Murong Fu threw a silver ingot onto the table and walked out.

Although Zhong Ling was also worried about Duan Yu, since her brother-in-law said there was no problem, she wouldn't cause herself any trouble. Moreover, the person who came to capture Duan Yu was a high-ranking monk, and since she was from Dali, she naturally felt that monks were kind people.

Besides, she is, after all, a young girl, and naturally wants to go and see anything fun she hears about.

A'Zhu, along with the haughty Mu Wanqing, led the four of them into the vast crowd downstairs.

The night market is divided into civilian and commercial sections. They naturally visited the civilian section of Leqiao Market, which mainly features snacks and acrobatics, creating a scene of "bright lights and a variety of performances".

Murong Fu and A'Zhu had visited many times, but Zhong Ling and Mu Wanqing had never seen such a sight before, and their eyes were full of curiosity.

One is bolder, and the other is more restrained.

Not long after, Zhong Ling sampled crab roe soup dumplings, plum blossom cakes, and pickled duck, which were completely different from the dishes she had just eaten at the restaurant, but had a unique flavor.

Murong Fu also bought her Tiger Hill clay figurines, Kunshan bamboo carvings, round fans, hairpins...

Murong Fu would buy Zhong Ling whatever she was looking at with a smile.

Zhong Ling's hair was covered with hairpins of various materials.

The various carvings were held by Mu Wanqing, who had a cold expression.

What, I'll bully you!

Murong Fu knew the personalities of each woman. Wang Yuyan, Azhu, and Abi were all devoted to him, so he could never be too good to them.

Zhong Ling, being so cute and innocent, naturally needed to be coaxed.

But someone like Mu Wanqing, with her strong desire for control, is completely different...