In the restaurant, Murong Fu and the three of them were eating wine and food while listening to people's nonsense and picking out some valuable news. After listening for a long time, they got two points. One was that the young master of the Lu family was getting married and married into two families at the same time.
Dear, the second one is that the Mongolian army and the defenders of Xiangyang City are currently in a stalemate. There are constant local frictions between the two sides, but there is no large-scale siege of the city.
The so-called local friction actually refers to those martial arts people who take turns coming out of the city every day to harass the Mongolian army from time to time. Among these martial arts people, there are many loyal and loyal people. As long as they get the opportunity, they will chase and kill the other party's lone team at all costs.
After more than ten days, many Mongolians were killed and wounded, but compared with the 800,000-strong army, it was still a drop in the bucket and of no avail.
As for the fact that there has not been a large-scale siege on the Mongolian side, there are different opinions. Some say that something happened in the Mongolian rear area, so that Emperor Temujin of the Yuan Dynasty is not in the camp. Some say that it is because Xiangyang City is high and deep, so a strong attack is not possible.
No, the water is flooding and the Mongolian army is trying to think of a way. What is even more outrageous is that Temujin died suddenly in the army, and the Mongolians are busy attending the funeral.
After careful analysis, Murong Fu felt that the second theory was more reliable. Temujin was born in a nomadic tribe, and he was a well-known iron-blooded emperor. He was a typical type who fought in the east and lost in the west, no matter what big things happened behind him.
If it happens, he will never retreat unless most of them are destroyed.
Xiangyang City is indeed taller and has a deeper pool, but the height of the city is the second best. The most important thing is that the moat of Xiangyang City is deep and wide. The deepest part is nearly two feet, and the widest part is more than seventy feet. This is for those who are not good at water warfare.
It is indeed a thorny problem for the Mongolian cavalry.
As for some other gossips, such as Lu Wenhuan deliberately withholding military supplies, Murong Fu didn't take it seriously, but he did not forget to use this to hit Lin Chaoying. He only heard him tease in a low voice, "Look at the big with the small, and the ministers."
Guanjun, if you can let someone like Lu Wenhuan sit on one side, the Emperor of Song Dynasty is nothing more than that."
Lin Chaoying glared at him angrily, "Is there any point in talking about this now?"
Murong Fu smiled. Indeed, it was a bit too much to flog the corpses after all the people were dead. Unexpectedly, Lin Chaoying sighed, "No one can make mistakes without being a sage. The emperor has many things to do, and there will always be omissions. You
I thought it was so easy to be the emperor."
Okay, he started preaching again. Murong Fu was very unimpressed. I haven't even become a young master yet, how do I know if I am good enough to become one?
On the way from Jiangnan to Xiangyang, the relationship between the two had eased, but whenever he got the chance, Lin Chaoying would insinuate and preach to him. The general idea was to ask him to help the Song Dynasty and drive away the Tatars.
Murong Fu is a man of his own. He goes in one ear and out the other. Just kidding, it’s rare for me to come to this world once. If I don’t become an emperor, won’t I come in vain?
Of course, he would not say these words, but pretended to be compassionate and said righteously, "I, the Tathagata, have said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?' As a man, I should
I have the spirit of sacrifice and dare to be the first for the world. Senior, please rest assured that no matter how difficult it is to be the emperor, I will persevere."
Veins popped up on the back of Lin Chaoying's hands. He wanted to punch his face and smash it into pieces. However, remembering this person's character of flipping faces like a book, he endured it. After a long time, he shook his head and sighed, "You're going to die with that mouth."
I can also talk things through for you."
At this time, Azi gently pulled Murong Fu's sleeve and whispered, "Brother-in-law, you said last time that this sentence was said by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, how come it became said by Buddha again?"
Murong Fu's face was slightly dull, and then he said seriously, "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva also listened to what the Buddha said. Azi, it doesn't matter who said it, the important thing is to have the spirit of sacrifice, do you understand?"
Ah Zi nodded and said sweetly, "A Zi understands that if Ah Zi is asked to sacrifice for her brother-in-law, Ah Zi will never back down, but if Ah Zi is asked to sacrifice for others, Ah Zi will never be able to do it."
Seeing the determination in her eyes, Murong Fu knew that what she said was true. He couldn't help but feel hot in his heart. The hand under the table gently held her little hand and said softly, "Brother-in-law will not let you sacrifice for me."
Although this girl has a few faults, her sincerity and attachment to him are no less than any other woman, and even more extreme. It has reached a twisted level. Murong Fu can be sure that even if he wants her to kill Duan Zhengchun,
She wouldn't hesitate at all.
The two of them were so passionate about each other that they almost forgot about themselves. Suddenly, there was a commotion. The three of them turned around and saw that seven or eight soldiers had barged in.
The leader is dressed as a scholar, holds a folding fan, has a white, beardless face, a slender face, triangular eyes, and thin lips, giving people a mean and mean feeling.
The waiter and several diners were pushed to the ground. They were angry but dared not speak. The hall fell silent, and then they began to whisper, with many words such as "Mr. Lu" and "General Lu" in their mouths.
It turned out that this person was Lu Wenhuan's son, Lu Shisheng.
Master Lu spread his folding fan and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, everyone. I heard that an old god came to the restaurant. I wonder where he is now?"
Everyone's eyes suddenly turned and fell on Murong Fu and his party in the corner.
Lu Shisheng looked in the direction, and surrounded by several soldiers, he came to the three-person table, looked around a few times, and finally looked at Murong Fu, "May I ask whether these three are the rumored gods?"
Before Murong Fu could speak, the soldier beside him slapped his sword and scabbard on the dining table, "My young master is asking you something, speak!"
Lu Shisheng was indifferent to this. He didn't know whether he was accustomed to it or whether he did it deliberately.
Everyone in the hall stared at Murong Fu without blinking. Many people were curious whether these three were really gods. If they were, how would he punish the arrogant and rude Mr. Lu?
Ah Zi was furious and was about to get up when Murong Fu quickly stopped her with his eyes and then smiled slightly, "I'm ashamed to say that I have been practicing for more than three hundred years and have not yet been able to be included in the class of immortals, so I can't be considered an immortal."
"Three...more than three hundred years!" Everyone was shocked when they heard this. A person who has lived for more than three hundred years is better than an immortal even if he is not an immortal!
"You have lived for more than three hundred years?" The soldier who slapped the table was startled at first, and then sneered, "They say that a thousand-year-old tortoise is a thousand-year-old tortoise, but you have only lived for three hundred years. What the hell are you talking about?"
As soon as these words came out, all the soldiers burst into laughter, while more of the diners in the hall could not laugh out loud. They really hoped that the "gods" would show their power and punish these rogues who were usually domineering.
Murong Fu did not disappoint them, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "How dare you do this, an ignorant child!"
Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and quickly made a complicated seal. Then he held it in the air, and the soldier floated up involuntarily. With a pop, the clothes on his body caught fire, and his whole body was instantly covered with fire.
engulf.
Everyone was shocked, Lu Shisheng and the soldiers around him hurriedly evaded, looking at the burning man in the sky with extreme fear.
"Help me...save me..." The soldier who was on fire struggled desperately, covering his neck with both hands, as if there were a pair of invisible big hands pinching him, kicking his feet wildly, trying to put out the fire on his body, but the fire grew stronger and stronger.
, to no avail at all.
Lu Shisheng was the first to come to his senses, and knelt down in front of Murong Fu with a pop, "The old god has mercy on me, but this servant is ignorant and bumped into the old god. I hope the old god will show mercy and spare him this time."
Of course he would not kneel down for a soldier he considered lowly. The reason for this was because he still had something to ask for, so he allowed his subordinates to deliberately quarrel with each other. He just wanted to test the man's strength. Now the matter has gone beyond
To his surprise, the person in front of him might really be a god, so he panicked.
"Humph!" Murong Fu snorted coldly and ignored it.
Lu Shisheng changed his mind and immediately shouted to the soldiers around him, "What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you kneel down quickly and beg the old god to show mercy and spare your life."
All the soldiers suddenly realized this and knelt down one after another, shouting, "I beg the old god to have mercy on me," "I beg the old god to have mercy."
"That's all," Murong Fu's face finally relaxed, "I will forgive him this time if he has the virtue of a good life. If there is another time, I will burn the entire general's palace to the ground."
After speaking, with a flick of his wrist, the soldier fell to the ground with a bang, and the flames on his body quickly dissipated.
In fact, he wanted to directly turn the person who called him a turtle bastard into ashes, which would have a better deterrent effect, but the problem was that his "spell" of making fire out of thin air could only bluff people.
Didn't you see that the soldier's clothes and fabric were burned, but his armor was still intact?
Even so, it was enough to make everyone in the hall tremble with fear. There was no doubt about the theory of gods.
After hearing Murong Fu's words, Lu Shisheng couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and said hurriedly, "Thank you to the old immortal for showing mercy, but if you are punished by death, you will not be able to escape life. If the old immortal spares him, I will not spare him!"
After saying that, he stood up, walked to the injured soldier, gave him a pair of kicks, and said, "Come here, drag him down and give him thirty military sticks!"
When the soldier heard this, he rolled his eyes and said, "You..."
I fainted immediately.
The soldiers dragged the person down, and Master Lu immediately put on a flattering smile and came to Murong Fu's side, "Old god, Xiaosheng..."
"Hey," Murong Fu interrupted, "I have said before that I have not been included in the immortal class yet, but the word 'immortal' is not worthy of my name. My name is Wu Ming. You can just call me by my real name."
Lu Shisheng chuckled, "How dare you? Even if you are not an immortal, you are still a half-immortal. In this way, I dare to call you 'Unknown Senior'?"
Murong Fu nodded noncommittally.
Lu Shisheng continued, "Unknown senior, my name is Lu Shisheng. My father, Lu Wenhuan, is the propaganda envoy of Xiangyang City. He is also considered a landowner. Wuming senior..."
Murong Fu waved his hand impatiently, "Let's get to the point."
Lu Shisheng choked at this, "Yes, Xiaosheng wants to invite the unknown senior to stay in the house."