When Murphy returned to Rongzhen Mansion, it was past dinner time. Since she came to this era, she has not been as relaxed as she is today. After Wu Yue left alone, she stopped and walked all the way, admiring the scenery and strolling leisurely. Unknowingly, it was late into the evening.

"Young Master, you're finally back." As soon as he brought the horse to the stable, Murphy saw Mu Xi hurried over.

"What's wrong?" Mo Fei asked casually while touching "Xiayu"'s mane.

Mu Xi said in a low voice, "The master sent someone to ask a few times just now."

Mo Fei was stunned: "Did you say anything?"

"That's not true, just asking if you're back."

"Didn't you tell me to go see him?"

"no."

"Oh." Murphy patted "Xiayu" on the head, then turned and walked towards his residence, "Since you didn't say anything, then don't care. I'm very hungry, Mu Xi, go and prepare the food for me first. Okay."

Mu Xi trotted away with a "hey" sound.

Murphy rubbed his aching shoulders as he walked. Although riding like this was very enjoyable, his untrained body would suffer.

While walking absentmindedly, he suddenly bumped into someone while turning a corner.

Murphy stumbled back a few steps, and just stood still and said, "I'm sorry."

The other party looked tall and big, but was knocked back several steps.

"Don't you have eyes?" The man said in a bad tone, "How do you walk?"

Mo Fei frowned slightly. In front of him was a middle-aged scribe in his forties. His facial features were still decent, but his eyes were cloudy, his clothes were disheveled, and there was a strong smell of alcohol on his body.

It was a drunk. Murphy didn't want to bother with him, so he turned sideways to bypass him and leave.

Who would have thought that the man suddenly grabbed her arm and said in a vicious voice, "You want to leave like this when you bumped into my lord?"

Murphy wanted to free his hand, but he didn't want the other party to be so drunk, but his strength was so great that it hurt her.

"Let go! You are so rude!" Murphy scolded coldly.

"Haha, I'm rude?" The man laughed. "Do you know who my lord is? I'm a first-class diners of King Rong Zhen, can you afford to offend me?"

Mo Fei sneered in his heart, but he was just a diners, so his tone was so big? How could Wu Yue leave such a person behind?

"I repeat, let it go!"

Not only did the man not let go, but he pulled Murphy even tighter, and looked at her wantonly, and then a strange smile appeared on his face: "Are you a new servant? You look really good, come to my master's room tonight, Take good care of me, my lord."

"You!" This person looks like a human being, but he is also a person with a dirty mind. Although masculinity prevailed in this era, it was still criticized and despised by literati. Only martial artists would ignore the precepts and act recklessly.

"Let go!" Murphy held back his anger and tried hard to break free from the shackles of the other party.

Who would have thought that this man would have to go so far as to pull Murphy's hand close to his nose, with a wretched smile on his face: "The skin is really good."

It was the first time that Murphy was so angry. Although her face was still as flat as ever, her eyes flashed with anger, but her struggling movements stopped. She said coldly, "You better let it go, or you will be at your own risk."

"Haha, I want to see how you make me bear the consequences! Go, go back with my lord now!"

"Are you sure?" Murphy looked at the drunken man and started thinking about how to deal with him. You must know that the status of diners is lower than that of Keqing. If you commit the following crimes, you will have to have a few board meals. In serious cases, you will even be directly expelled from the house...

Just when Murphy was entangled with that person, Wu Yue was walking here with Yan Qiao, and when he was about to turn into the study, he suddenly heard a familiar voice over there: "Give you one more chance, As long as you let go now, I can let it go."

Another male voice laughed: "You? Just your little servant?"

"I am Futu, the guest of the Rongzhen Mansion."

"Fu Tu?" The man was stunned for a moment, as if he was wondering who "Fu Tu" was, but he sneered a few times, "I've never heard of it!"

Mo Fei is dumbfounded, is this person drunk and confused, or is he really not famous at all? I can't, anyway, I was in the limelight a few days ago. Does this person care about the past?

"Little slave, if you want to stand out and follow my lord, I will take good care of you!"

"Damn!" A cold voice came suddenly.

Then I saw a flash of white light, the knife rose and fell, the arm that was holding Murphy's arm snapped, and blood sprayed instantly.

Everything happened too fast, before Murphy could make any action, he saw a broken arm hanging on his own arm, and then the arm lightened, and the broken arm was quickly taken away. And the middle-aged scribe didn't react at first, staring blankly at his half-missed right arm, until someone smashed the amputated arm on him, he suddenly woke up and let out a piercing howl.

"Throw him out of the house to this king." Wu Yue took his sword and stood still, not even looking at the man who was carried away by the guards.

"Are you OK?"

"No...it's fine." Murphy replied with a blank expression.

"That's good." Wu Yue looked at the blood-stained clothes on her body and frowned slightly, "After you go back to wash, throw away the clothes, it's dirty."

"...Well."

"It seems that the diners in this palace also need to be properly groomed." Wu Yue's eyes were cold, and he was not happy when he saw Fu Tu being teased and teased. That man dared to speak frivolously, and dared to think unreasonably about Futu? Does he fit?

Such a madman, it is not a pity to die!

Mo Fei looked at Wu Yue, his lips moved slightly, he wanted to say that the man was just a drunk, even if he wanted to punish him, he didn't have to be so violent. But when the words came to her mouth, she didn't say it. What's the use of her saying that this is the end? This is the era of power, and life and death are only between the thoughts of the superior.

Wu Yue didn't know what Mo Fei was thinking, but he just warned: "Fu Tu should be tired today, rest well!" Yan Qiao and the others left with a surprised expression.

It wasn't until Wu Yue's figure disappeared that Murphy took a deep breath. Although there was no expression on her face, the hand in her sleeve was trembling slightly.

very scary!

Murphy returned to her residence in a daze. She was very hungry and lost her appetite after only a few bites of food.

He asked Mu Xi to bring hot water and scrubbed himself all over. Mu Xi also threw away the clothes he was wearing. Not because of Wu Yue's order, but because seeing it, Murphy would think of the severed arm.

Tossing and turning at night, as soon as closed eyes, heard the man's screams and the bloody arm that appeared in brain from time to time.

Perhaps the past few days of getting along made her feel that Wu Yue was not as ruthless as rumored, and only showed decisiveness when facing the enemy. However, seeing such a bloody scene with her own eyes now, she was really frightened.

The happy mood during the day disappeared in an instant, and this ups and downs was really hard to adapt to. Can she really live peacefully in such a world? Murphy gently stroked the pulled arm, which seemed to be wrapped in cold air, stiff and numb.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, when he practiced deep prajna-paramita, he saw that the five aggregates were all empty, and all sufferings were eliminated. Sariputra, form is not different from emptiness, and emptiness is not different from form. Son, it is the emptiness of all dharmas, neither arising nor perishing, neither dirty nor pure, neither increasing nor decreasing..." Subconsciously, Mo Fei recited the Heart Sutra again, and as he recited the scriptures, his heart gradually calmed down.

Murphy didn't notice that when she was chanting the scriptures, the jade talisman hanging around her neck emitted a faint light, seeping into her body little by little. Murphy felt as if the whole person was relaxed, and finally fell asleep slowly...

After being stimulated by that day, Murphy became more low-key. Wu Yue asked her to play chess several times, but she refused because of her physical discomfort. If she couldn't refuse, she would be much more cautious than before when facing Wu Yue.

With Wu Yue's keenness, he naturally sensed his change, but he didn't say it. But there was a fire in his heart, and he was very dissatisfied with the changes in the floating map, just waiting for it to erupt.

And Wu Yue's increasingly cold aura also made Rong Zhen's house shudder. The news that he slashed the arm of the diners for Shangqing Futu quickly spread, and the name of Futu became more popular, but this time it brought a little ambiguous color.

In this strange atmosphere, Wan Han's strategy finally succeeded, and the second prince Li Xiao took the initiative to ask Ying to go to Yuan'an instead of Wu Yue.

In the late summer of the forty-fifth year of Qixu, the second prince was sent to guard Yuan'an and commanded fifty thousand soldiers. At the same time, Wu Yue, the king of Rongzhen, led the black iron cavalry to return to the fief, and he was not allowed to enter the royal city lightly.

On the way, Murphy turned back to look in the direction of Gu Xi, this time, don't know what it will be like to come back again, hope she is still alive at that time.

This time Wu Yue only brought Murphy with him. As for Wan Han and Yan Qiao, one should continue to pay attention to the situation of Wangcheng in order to make a better layout. It is precisely because he is the only one, Murphy's existence is very conspicuous, especially in a group of black armored knights such a light-clothed young scribe, it is difficult not to be noticed.

The other black iron cavalry were also very curious about him, but Wu Yue seemed to show attention to him intentionally or unintentionally, so that no one dared to disrespect him. Wu Yue was like a god to these knights, and the people he valued were naturally not ordinary people. It's just that Mo Fei's handsome appearance is different from Wu Yue's closeness, which also makes many knights have strange guesses...

The group kept on their way in this slightly silent atmosphere, traveling day and night for several days, and finally arrived at the fief of Wu Yue - Rong Zhen.

Murphy's future will also start from here.

Success, failure, life, death... all are hard to predict.