"Director Murong knows the national teacher?" Eunuch Hua asked curiously.

Murong Fu smiled "hehe" and said that he didn't know him. Knowing this kind of dog thing will only defile his holy name.

"Your location is in front, come with me." Seeing that Murong Fu was reluctant to say more, Eunuch Hua did not ask again.

Soon, he took Murong Fu to a place and sat down in a relatively straight position.

Many talented and beautiful women around him all looked curiously.

"Who is this person? What's the etiquette in wearing armor and getting on the mat!"

"Is this necessary to think about it? Don't look at him with a handsome face, he is probably a martial artist."

"Hehe, he wants to marry a princess?"

…

Murong Fu's face was calm, and he felt ridiculous when he listened to the words of these idiots.

There are only countries like Song that value culture over military affairs and are afraid of rebellion by generals.

Only then will this group of white-faced scholars whose minds are full of feces.

Without soldiers, they defend their country. They are nothing and have long become slaves to other countries.

Especially there were a few disgusting girls inside, and they were swaying, hoping to call the soldiers a beggar.

If this is not Zhao Huan's back garden, Murong Fu must come forward and give each of them a big mouth.

I sent it to the brothel to let them experience the consequences of being humble.

"Please be quiet, princesses, please come." A father-in-law walked out and heard his sharp voice in everyone's ears.

Everyone present stood up to greet him.

Murong Fu looked up and saw Zhao Huan wearing casual clothes.

He was holding a woman in his arms, and his daughters appeared behind him from time to time.

"Strange, why is that person so familiar, a bit like Fujin?"

"Haha, friend, did you say you know the princess?" At this time, a white-faced scholar came to Murong Fu and joked.

Murong Fu frowned. The man was obviously uneasy and deliberately made his voice louder.

Sure enough, as soon as the words came to an end, everyone around them said curiously:

"Oh, this young general, do you really know the princess?"

"Yes, let's talk about it, what official position are you? My dad is a bachelor's degree from the Hanlin Academy."

"Hmph, my dad is still a consultant to the Ministry of War."

“…”

Murong Fu listened to the nonsense of the people around him, and unknowingly began to show off his father.

I felt disgusted in my heart, for fear that they would suddenly say that my dad is Li Gang.

Fortunately, Zhao Huan stood up in time to solve his embarrassment.

"Everyone, the year has just passed, and it is the beginning of the year. I will call you here today."

"I want to find a good match for my three daughters."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings instantly caused an uproar.

Some so-called talented men are ready to take this opportunity to leap at the dragon gate.

"Haha, of course, not only my three daughters are present today."

"There are many beautiful ladies in Kyoto. If you can find a good match in it, I will be very happy."

When the women in the field heard this, they all looked grateful.

You should know that women who are not married will not meet men, and their parents will handle their marriages.

It is a blessing in this era to be able to choose a husband himself.

Now that Zhao Huan's words are like imperial edicts.

If the match is successful on the spot, no one has the right to interfere.

After Zhao Huan finished speaking, his father-in-law stood up and talked about the rules.

There was a jade bottle in front of the men and women present, and an arrow with the name and birth date written on it.

If you fall in love with the other person, you can throw your arrow into the other person's bottle.

If the other party also likes him, he can do the same.

Then, they left basic information to each other and waited for the man to come to propose marriage.

Murong Fu took a sip of the wine in the glass, and was so bored.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like a large blind date venue.

Go up later and show off your talents. When you are in the end, let’s say another sentence:

"It's a pity that it's not you..."

This picture is simply too beautiful.

Thinking of this, a woman in a gorgeous palace uniform walked out.

In an instant, the men around him screamed: "Look, it's Princess Roujia."

"She was born to His Majesty and the Queen, and she has a high status and great talent."

Murong Fu glanced at the talented men around him and secretly admired him, if they used this momentum to make information.

I'm afraid that the Song State will not be so weak now, and it is bullied by the surrounding countries so hard that it cannot be raised.

"Everyone, I have prepared several questions today. Whoever can match it will be my son-in-law!" Princess Roujia didn't say nonsense and stood in the venue and said bluntly.

"Please tell me clearly that there are so many people we have today, and one of them will definitely be able to answer." A young man in a brocade suit stood up and answered with a bold attitude.

When the others saw this, their faces suddenly looked much ugly, and they wanted to open their mouths to greet the eighteen generations of ancestors of this person.

Seeing this, Princess Roujia smiled sweetly at the man and said, "Then I'll ask."

"What are four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon, and three legs in the evening?"

After hearing this, everyone showed a solemn look.

They bit their fingers one by one, wishing they could open their heads and dig them inside.

"What's the problem? Why have you never seen it in riddles before?"

"Yes, this question is so difficult?"

"Will the princess talk nonsense casually? In fact, there is no answer to the problem at all."

A brave man stood up and asked, "Princess, I wonder where your problem comes from?"

Princess Roujia said generously: "My question is from a book from Persia."

"Ah, it turns out it's a foreign country's miscellaneous item. No wonder I don't know the answer!" The man sighed and shook his head, obviously preparing to give up.

The others also showed sad faces when they saw this.

Murong Fu shook his head and secretly despised him.

Read books to death, read books to death, be stupid!

Princess Roujia was slightly disappointed when she saw this and then said:

"Question 2, what starts with a long time, then becomes shorter, and finally becomes longer?"

Everyone was silent again, and they were speechless when asked.

Princess Roujia couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. It is said that there were many literati and scholars in the Song Dynasty, but none of them could guess her riddles.

Zhao Huan was also very embarrassed. He didn't expect any riddles of his daughter. How good would it be if he had a title than a poem?

Even if there is no quatrain, at least someone will participate.

If this continues, I'm afraid it will be invalid.

"Haha, I can't imagine that Song State has really declined, and I can't even guess the answer to a riddle."

At this time, the person sitting next to Zhao Huan suddenly spoke.

Everyone frowned and looked over.

"It's a Yuan person!"

Murong Fu had not noticed this person before, and when he saw it, he was shocked.

Isn’t this person the Huo Du who was deposed by him?

Why is he here?
Chapter completed!