Temujin's face suddenly became a little complicated. He was stunned for a while and sighed, "At Ben Khan's age, life and death no longer matter. Whether you kill or not has no impact on Ben Khan or Dayuan. Even Ben Khan once thought about it.

, it would be better if I let you kill him."

"Oh?" Murong Fu couldn't help but was stunned. The first half of the sentence seemed to him nonsense, but only the last sentence made him confused. What's the point? Killing Temujin would be better for Dayuan?

Temujin grinned and did not explain, "I would like to have a drink with you now. How about it? Are you interested?"

"Want to poison me?" Murong Fu's eyes flickered, his face remained calm, "It's an honor to have a drink with a generation of geniuses."

"Can Ben Khan take your words as a compliment?"

"You can also think that I am boasting."

No, he calls people Tianjiao, so what is it that defeats Tianjiao?

Temujin was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize what he was doing. He smiled instead of getting angry, "Haha, I'm really unlucky to lose to you. From time to time, I have to be caught and hurt my feet."

As he said this, there was nothing strange between his eyebrows. I don't know if he was looking too openly or hiding it too well.

Murong Fu didn't mean to ridicule him. He smiled in agreement and said, "You are just talking nonsense. Brother Tie, don't take it to heart. To tell the truth, in the battle at Xiangyang, I was lucky to win, but you were disappointed to lose. If we do it again, I will do it again."

I dare not say that I will definitely beat you."

He is still somewhat self-aware, and he can clearly understand how many pounds he is carrying. It is not an exaggeration to call a person like Temujin a "military god", and he, Murong Fu, only relied on his knowledge that was hundreds of years ahead of his time.

Forget it, if the two of them stand on the same starting line, he will definitely lose completely.

After hearing these words, Temujin's eyes flashed with surprise. He looked at him again and nodded with a smile. "You are young and you are very open-minded. Based on this, I will not lose unjustly. If I do it again, I may not be able to do it again."

win."

After a wave of business exchanges, the relationship between the two inexplicably became closer, and there was a sense of mutual sympathy.

Then Temujin proposed to unlock Princess Huazheng's acupuncture points and let her prepare wine and food.

Murong Fu's first reaction was to disagree, but when he met Hua Zheng's sad eyes, he couldn't help but soften his heart. Just now he was trampling someone else on his sedan chair, and then he turned his back and refused to recognize him in the blink of an eye. It was too cruel and cruel.

Quite a bit.

It was rare for his conscience to realize that he finally used his fingers to release a burst of energy and unlocked Hua Zheng's acupuncture points.

Hua Zheng stumbled and almost fell down, but immediately stood up stubbornly and glared at Murong Fu fiercely.

"Zheng'er, if Father Khan wants to have a drink with little brother Murong, there is no need to alarm others. Do you understand?"

"Father Khan..."

"Okay, listen."

Hua Zheng nodded helplessly, turned and left.

Murong Fu didn't know if this was a secret message from the father and daughter, but even if Hua Zheng mobilized an army to come, he had nothing to regret and should return her favor.

Hua Zheng moved very quickly, and soon came back with a few side dishes and two large jars of wine, as if she was afraid that Murong Fu would eat her father Khan.

This made Murong Fu even more curious. She actually listened to Temujin and didn't mobilize the army? So what kind of medicine was Temujin selling in his gourd?

At this time, Temujin glanced at Jinlun Dharma King who was standing still, "Little brother Murong, the national master..."

With the Hua Zheng untied, there was no point in fixing a Jinlun Dharma King, so Murong Fu took advantage of the situation to untie his acupuncture points.

Huazheng sent someone to bring in a table and two chairs. Murong Fu and Temujin sat on either side. Jinlun Dharma King and Princess Huazheng stood behind Temujin. Temujin lifted the wine jar and scratched the seal.

, a spicy smell suddenly filled the air.

Murong Fu couldn't help but frown. Any good wine, no matter how strong or spicy it is, will always smell good. But the wine in front of him, judging from the smell alone, is not really a good wine.

Temujin seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and smiled heartily, "This is a tribute sent by a small country in the Western Regions. It smells bad, but tastes good. Little brother Murong is a man of literary skills and martial arts, but he doesn't know how much he can drink."

How about, come on, I’ll give you a toast!”

He said it was a glass, grabbed the wine jar and took a big gulp into his mouth.

Murong Fu rolled his eyes secretly and did not move.

Temujin took a sip of wine and saw that he was indifferent. He couldn't help but think of something, "Little brother, are you worried that Ben Khan has poisoned the wine?"

After saying that, he stood up and walked to Murong Fu's side, reaching out to grab his jar of wine. It was obvious that he wanted to test the poison himself.

How could Murong Fu really let him do that, and he was not afraid even if it was poisonous. He immediately grabbed the wine jar and said, "Brother Tie, there's no need for this, I'll just drink it."

After speaking, he opened the sealing mud and spread his palms. The wine jar automatically flew up. It tilted slightly in the air and the wine automatically overflowed.

Murong Fu opened his mouth and took a sip. It tasted delicious, and then the wine turned into a ball of fire. It first traveled around in his stomach, and then went straight to his forehead. In an instant, the blood in his body boiled, as if his soul was trembling.

This feeling came and went quickly, and soon it subsided and was replaced by a sense of ease and comfort.

"How about it? Is it a good bar?" Temujin asked with a smile.

"It's good wine." Murong Fu's tone suddenly became a little indifferent. He thought of a poison, Wu Shi Powder (the oldest poison).

Although he has never taken Wushisan, he has read medical books and the feeling just now is very similar to the description in the book. He doesn't know whether Temujin knows or not. If he doesn't know, someone is trying to harm him. If he knows, that is

He wants to control himself.

Thinking about it, it's not impossible. Wu Shi Powder is highly addictive, and the toxicity penetrates slowly. It will gradually destroy the mental will. Once you get it, it will be difficult to get rid of it. If you can control Murong Fu with this, it will not only take a while.

If the soldiers recapture Xiangyang City, they can also gain all the power of the Murong family for nothing.

"It's a pity that it's useless to me..." Murong Fu sneered secretly, took up his true energy to wrap up the wine he just drank, and said lightly, "Brother Tie, this wine is indeed good, but I'm afraid it will hurt your body, so you should drink less.

That’s wonderful.”

Temujin was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "The more I drink, the stronger I get. How can it hurt me?"

After speaking, he shook his head with some regret, "It's a pity that the quantity of this wine is too rare. These two jars are the last two jars. If I hadn't met Little Brother Murong today, I wouldn't be willing to take it out."

Murong Fu had a half-smile on his face, "In that case, I won't win anyone's love. I'd better keep this place for Brother Tie and drink slowly."

With a wave of his hand, the wine jar flew back.

Only then did Temujin realize the change in his attitude, and looked slightly startled, "Do you think Ben Khan has poisoned the wine?"

Murong Fu shook his head and said nothing more, "Brother Tie said earlier that it would be better for Dayuan to kill you. I am stupid, so I hope Brother Tie can teach me something."

The murderous intention that had subsided before surged up again at this moment.

Hua Zheng's face changed slightly when he heard this, and she stepped forward and pointed at his nose and asked, "Murong Fu, my father is always polite to you, why are you so aggressive? Are you ready to kill him at every turn?"

Murong Fu spread his hands, "I didn't say I wanted to kill him, I just asked him to clarify his doubts."

"Zheng'er, please step aside," Temujin said calmly and sat back across the table.

Hua Zheng bit her lip and stood next to Murong Fu instead, staring at him closely. Her intention was very clear. As long as this man made any move, she would be the first to trip him up and buy time for her father.

Murong Fu smiled and said nothing. If he really wanted to take action, ten Huazheng would not be able to stop him.

Temujin was silent for a moment, "It just so happens that I also have a question that I would like to ask little brother Murong. How about you and I making an exchange?"

Murong Fu nodded, "Okay."

Temujin raised the wine jar and took another sip. He looked a little lonely and said slowly, "Since the defeat of Xiangyang City, the morale of our army and people in the Yuan Dynasty has plummeted. Various conflicts have become increasingly prominent, such as the Khitan people, the Han people, and the people of the Western Regions.

The country and even the royal family are not at peace. If I die in your hands at this time, all problems will be solved."

Murong Fu was stunned, but he still didn't quite understand. As soon as Temujin died, wouldn't he immediately fall apart? How could Dayuan still get better?

Temujin smiled mysteriously, without any explanation.

At this time, Hua Zheng said, "Idiot, if you dare to kill my father Khan, my brothers and my people will immediately unite and fight to the Song Dynasty to avenge you!"

The words awakened the dreamer, and Murong Fu suddenly realized: What is the best way to resolve internal conflicts? Of course, it is to transfer the conflicts to the outside; What is the best way to improve morale? Of course, it is hatred.

After all, Temujin is the god in the eyes of the Mongols. Even though he was defeated, he still has a high status. Once he is killed, it will inevitably arouse the determination of the whole people to take revenge. Then the morale issue will no longer be an issue. His sons,

Sun Tzu, such as Tuo Lei, Wokuotai, and even Kublai Khan and Ali Buge will unite to attack the Song Dynasty, and internal conflicts will no longer be conflicts.

Murong Fu really didn't think of this before. He was used to thinking from the perspective of the Central Plains people, and he underestimated the unity of the nomadic people. I remember Zhao Min once said that the reason why the Yuan army was so arrogant was that they were invincible.

The most fundamental reason for their defeat was that they were united. He didn't think much of it at the time, but now that he thinks about it, it does make sense.

After thinking about the joints and what happened today, Murong Fu couldn't help but ask, "So you invited me here today, neither to protect me nor to mobilize the army, just to create conditions for me to lure me to kill."

you?"

If this was really the case, he had to express his admiration for his courage and broad mind!

Unexpectedly, Temujin laughed and said calmly, "That's not true. Who would be willing to die if he could live? I am not immune to this. I invite you here today. One is to see with your own eyes what my opponent looks like. If you can hurt

It would be best if I have a few drinks, and secondly, I want to ask you a question."

What he said made Murong Fu a little embarrassed. He had just suspected that the other party had poisoned the wine, and it seemed that he was a bit of a villain and was trying to judge a gentleman.

After pondering for a long time, he said, "You want to ask why Xiangyang City was defeated?"
Chapter completed!