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

Li Qingluo's feelings for Duan Zhengchun have become somewhat abnormal.

With years of experience in committing crimes, they have trained a group of skilled workers, forming an assembly line for killing men in Dali, using their flesh and blood as organic fertilizer to supplement nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, and cultivating the datura flowers that are abundant in Dali.

She was a beautiful widow, well-known in the surrounding villages of Suzhou, but all she cared about was how black fertilizer would turn gray and volatilize; and how gray fertilizer would turn black after volatilizing.

This seemed like some kind of evil ritual, using flesh and blood to bind the lover one could not have.

Wang Yuyan naturally wouldn't see the murder or the body. Madam Wang built a special fertilizer room for the murders, which was managed by Granny Yan, a woman with a fierce face and a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

Even if you can't see it, how could you possibly feel comfortable living in such an environment?

Murong Fu was very concerned about his cousin's growth.

Mantuo Villa, a perfectly good scenic villa, has been turned into a ghost town.

Fortunately, Murong Fu's own Canhe Manor was some distance away, so it wasn't considered a neighbor.

Or I should also file a complaint about this stupid behavior that will crash housing prices.

Upon hearing Murong Fu's words, Wang Yuyan's face showed a troubled expression.

She naturally disliked Li Qingluo's indiscriminate killing, but she was gentle by nature and, apart from the matter of Murong Fu, was not a stubborn person in other matters.

Li Qingluo's control over her became increasingly strict; in earlier years, she had even allowed her to study at Huanshi Water Pavilion.

However, in recent years, the rules have become increasingly strict, and she is not allowed to leave the manor at all. Even if she wants to see Murong Fu, she can only wait for her cousin to come to her.

How could she possibly control who her mother killed?

However, since her cousin didn't like it, she simply stopped going to the tea garden.

"Okay, cousin. I'll never go to that garden again."

After hearing this, Murong Fu smiled and patted her head, saying, "My cousin is so obedient, so how should I reward her?"

"I'm perfectly content just having my cousin come and talk to me, no need for any reward."

What Wang Yuyan didn't say was that she didn't understand Murong Fu's grand ambitions, and she wanted Murong Fu to talk to her about the latest happenings in the world and ask her about her feelings as a young lady.

But now that her cousin is willing to come and keep her company and tell her stories, she is already incredibly happy.

"Now that you've said your piece, should I go?"

Murong Fu pretended to get up, and Wang Yuyan quickly grabbed his sleeve. Murong Fu laughed and then pulled Wang Yuyan into his arms.

"Cousin~"

Wang Yuyan was clever from a young age, so how could she not understand that Murong Fu was just teasing her?

Being in the arms of the one you love is the best thing in the world. Just now in the garden, she was afraid of being seen, so her body was stiff and she didn't react much.

At this moment, in her study, she was finally able to fully feel the warmth of her lover, experience the strength of his arms, and smell the pure masculine scent emanating from his body.

He immediately felt weak all over, as if all the muscles and bones in his body had been removed, and collapsed into Murong Fu's arms.

With a soft moan, she was powerless to resist any longer.

All the etiquette a young lady should have, and all the manners taught by her mother-in-law, were melted away by this hug.

After a long while, Wang Yuyan said, still dizzy, "Cousin, my mom said... my mom said it's dangerous for you to rebel, so maybe you shouldn't..."

Taking this opportunity, Wang Yuyan expressed her long-held concerns.

"Did your aunt really say that?"

"yes."

"Hehe, cousin, I know my aunt, that's definitely what she said:"

Murong Fu is a scoundrel with ambitions far exceeding his abilities. He's been acting like a madman, constantly plotting rebellion. He'll be executed along with his entire family sooner or later. Stay away from him, lest you implicate us. Being related to him is the worst luck imaginable.

Cousin, what do you think? Haha!

Wang Yuyan was shocked, wondering how her cousin knew what her mother had said before.

"Cousin, don't be surprised, and I'm not angry. Our Murong family was indeed living a dream that had no future."

Now I've woken up from my dream. All that talk of restoring the country and becoming emperor was just a pipe dream.

Besides, what's so great about being an emperor? It's much better to be a carefree couple with my cousin, living a life of leisure and happiness.

Wang Yuyan had never heard Murong Fu speak such sweet words before. Her phoenix eyes sparkled as she looked at Murong Fu and said:

"Cousin, I... I've been looking forward to this day every day, but I never dared to dream of a carefree life in the martial world. In my spare time while memorizing the martial arts manuals, I would think about the day you would be there to help me raise chickens, listen to me play the zither, and watch me write... If it were a dream, perhaps I could dream of you taking me boating on Taihu Lake..."

Murong Fu pulled Wang Yuyan up and said casually, "What's so difficult about that? Let's go boating on Taihu Lake today."

He then rolled up his sleeves, picked up the rabbit-hair Xuan brush on the table, dipped it in ink, and wrote a few words on the Xuan paper with a flourish.

'I'm taking you out boating, Miss. Don't worry.'

Murong Fu

After reading it, Wang Yuyan smiled, then took the pen from Murong Fu's hand and wrote on the side:

My cousin took me boating, so don't worry.

Wang Yuyan

Since arriving in this world, Murong Fu has practiced calligraphy and painting every day in his spare time.

Furthermore, due to his own superb martial arts and swordsmanship, he was able to learn very quickly, and now his calligraphy has become a style of its own, with even a hint of sword intent visible.

Wang Yuyan's handwriting is beautiful and elegant, and although it is quite different from Murong Fu's handwriting, they complement each other perfectly when placed together.

After exchanging a glance, Murong Fu grabbed Wang Yuyan and used his lightness skill to leave.

......

The two arrived at the shore outside the manor in the blink of an eye and found the small boat that Murong Fu had brought.

After boarding the boat, Wang Yuyan looked around. Although it was only a step away, she felt that the mountains, rivers and sky outside Mantuo Villa were different and everything was new and exciting.

"Come here, cousin." Murong Fu said, taking out a porcelain pot from the sealed wooden barrel in the small boat. This was the chilled plum wine that he had asked A'Zhu to prepare.

"Wow, it's so cold!" Wang Yuyan only realized after she picked it up that the small pot was icy cold all over, even colder than a flowerpot outdoors in winter.

Because Suzhou is located in the south, the temperature is not low in winter and it has never snowed. So I never expected that there would be something so cold in August.

Then, peeking into the wooden tub, they discovered that it contained a cotton quilt.

"what?"

Murong Fu chuckled as he closed the wooden bucket, saying, "Hehe, the warm body inside the quilt keeps you warm, while the cool plum wine inside keeps you cold."

Wang Yuyan pondered for a moment and nodded. She was intelligent from a young age and naturally understood quickly.

"Cousin, drink up, it won't be cold in a bit."

Wang Yuyan nodded, took a sip and found it was indeed icy and refreshing, with a sweet taste.

After drinking several more sips, his cheeks turned red.

She was strictly disciplined from a young age and never drank alcohol.

Even though this plum wine would only be one or two degrees strong in later generations, it still caused him to blush.

Seeing that her flushed face was not due to an allergic reaction, but only slightly red, Murong Fu used his internal energy to propel the boat away.