The arrival of the messenger immediately froze the atmosphere in the hall, and the whole place fell into silence.
Lu Wenhuan showed a slight calmness, and the smile on his face did not diminish, "Don't be nervous, everyone. If the sky falls, there will be envoys to hold it up."
After hearing this, everyone's expressions softened slightly, but they were inevitably a little heavy. Some timid people were already eating the same food and could not eat the food and wine. After all, everyone knew that although they had won a great victory, Mongolia had not yet retreated.
Xiangyang City is still in danger.
Lu Wenhuan slightly glared at the messenger and motioned for him to come forward and speak.
The messenger came to him and whispered in his ear for a while. Lu Wenhuan's expression suddenly changed, "When did it happen?"
The voice was not concealed in any way, and everyone became quiet again, looking at the two of them nervously.
The messenger replied, "A quarter of an hour ago, the brother who reported the news was still rescuing us."
After hearing this, Lu Wenhuan's face turned completely dark. The wine glass in his hand creaked. After a while, he exhaled and turned to everyone, "Please be patient. It's not a Mongolian siege. It's just a small matter. I'm sorry."
For a moment, you all can eat and drink to your heart’s content.”
After saying that, he turned around and entered the meeting hall. After a while, several soldiers ran out and invited Guo Jing, Huang Rong, the heads of various factions, and the army lieutenant generals in.
Huang Rong glanced at the banquet hall and finally landed on Murong Fu. She moved lightly and came to his side.
"Mother!" Guo Fu called out.
Huang Rong ignored Guo Fu and said to Murong Fu, "How is the old immortal eating?"
Murong Fu let go of Guo Fu's little hand, looked at the delicacies on the table, and said meaningfully, "It's not bad, the taste is unique, not inferior to the Jiangnan characteristics, and it is unforgettable."
"Huh!" Huang Rong was too lazy to tell him more and went straight to the point, "There is something going on over there in Mongolia, why don't you listen together?"
Murong Fu nodded indifferently, "Originally, I am most afraid of people disturbing my meal, but since it is my wife who invites you, I will reluctantly listen to you."
There was a hint of teasing in the words. After hearing this, Guo Fu rolled her eyes at him slightly, "Brother Murong, this is my mother, you...be more solemn!"
"Fu'er, look at how Brother Murong is dressed. If I'm too polite to your mother, people won't doubt me." Murong Fu quietly explained through a message, and then said to Huang Rong, "Let's go, Mrs. Guo."
Guo Fu wanted to follow, but Huang Rong glared at her, so she had to give up.
The two of them were the last to enter the meeting hall. The seats were already full. Lu Wenhuan sat at the top. On his left was a row of military generals. On his right were Guo Jing, Kong Wen, Qiu Chuji and other leaders of various factions. Let Murong Fu
What was surprising was that Zhang Sanfeng was also there.
This old man has white beard and white hair, round skin on his face, and an extraordinary temperament. It can be seen that his skills have become more and more refined, and he doesn't know what state he is in now.
Lu Wenhuan saw that Murong Fu was following behind Huang Rong. He couldn't help but was slightly stunned, and then said calmly, "Come here, give Gang Leader Huang and the old man two extra seats."
Soon the soldiers brought two chairs and placed them behind a group of martial artists.
Kong Wen and others had already met Murong Fu before. At this time, they all stood up and saluted him, intending to say a few words. However, the atmosphere in the hall was quite solemn, and no one said much.
However, after Zhang Sanfeng looked at Murong Fu for a few times, he bowed his hands politely and said, "Your Excellency, you have such profound cultivation, you are very polite to me."
Murong Fu could pretend in front of others, but in front of Zhang Sanfeng, it was better to keep a low profile and immediately returned the gift, "Thank you, you are not bad either."
After Murong Fu and Huang Rong sat down, Lu Wenhuan said, "My son is getting married today. I wanted to take this opportunity to entertain you all and express my gratitude. I didn't want to have another big event happen just now and I had to interrupt you. I feel deeply ashamed."
"Mr. Lu, it's serious. We are here to defend Xiangyang. If the Mongolian Tatars are not eliminated for a day, we dare not relax. If you have anything, just tell me, general." Qiu Chuji said.
Others agreed, "Yeah, what happened? Could it be that the Mongolian army is about to attack the city again?"
Lu Wenhuan pressed his hands down, and after everyone calmed down, he said, "The Mongolian army did not attack the city, but they sent troops to rob Xiangyang City of food and grass."
"What, the food and grass were robbed again?"
"These Tatars are really hateful. They like to use these sneaky tactics if they are able to fight with real swords and guns."
"Master Lu summoned us, does he want me to go grab the food and grass?"
Huang Rong suddenly remembered what Murong Fu said last night, and gently poked his ribs with a questioning look in her eyes. The meaning was obvious, was it you who did it?
Murong Fu's heart skipped a beat. What's this, a clear understanding? Then a message came, "Don't accuse good people unfairly. My Murong family has plenty of money and food. How can we be short of that little food and grass?"
"A good person?" Huang Rong rolled her eyes at him, "All the bad guys in the world put together are not as bad as you."
After all, Murong Fu also had a doubt in his heart. Was it the Mongolian army that robbed the food and grass, or was it Murong Xue who robbed the food and grass, but was regarded as the Mongol army's move?
Everyone was talking continuously, Lu Wenhuan's eyes flashed with contempt, but he said kindly, "Everyone, please be patient, it is unrealistic to go back to take back the food and grass, not to mention that we don't know the whereabouts of the food and grass now, even if we know,
I’m afraid I just lost my life in vain.”
"What does Master Lu mean?" Kong Wen asked.
"It is not an option to continue like this. Xiangyang City's grain and grass reserves are running low. The ordnance store has always been in short supply. Once the grain, grass and ordnance are exhausted, Xiangyang City will be finished. What I want you to do is to work together to come up with a strategy to ensure the safety of Xiangyang City.
The grain, grass and weapons can be transported into the city."
Everyone was silent after hearing this. What good solution could there be? Xiangyang City was already in a weak position. There were ambushes everywhere. The defenders did not dare to leave the city. Even if they sent a group of martial arts people to escort them all the way, they could only deliver food.
Unless we can avoid the Mongolian eyes and ears, but this is unrealistic. Rhyme Grain and Grass can't dig tunnels and can't go up and down, so how can we escape the detection of other people's scouts.
After a moment of silence, Qiu Chuji said, "If this is not the case, the next batch of grain and grass will be transported to Xiangyang City in batches, and will be escorted by martial arts comrades from various sects. Mr. Lu will send a large army to meet it. At least some of it can be transported into the city."
"This is not appropriate," Kong Wen quickly shook his head, "Even if we have shipped the next batch, what about the next batch? There will always be a time when all the martial arts comrades will die, and then defending the city will become a big problem."
Qiu Chuji retorted, "What's the point? We came to Xiangyang City with no intention of leaving alive. We can delay it every day. I believe the food supply in Mongolia is also very tight. Let's see who can persist to the end."
At this time, Guo Jing said, "Master Qiu's words are too pessimistic. Although all of you, including Guo, are not afraid of death, you must die well. If your life is in vain, it is not worth it."
"Then what good idea does Master Guo have?" Qiu Chuji asked angrily.
Guo Jing thought for a moment and said, "In Guo's humble opinion, when the next batch of grain and grass arrives, we can send a large army out of the city and pretend to attack the Mongolian camp. By then, Mongolia will inevitably shrink its troops, and we can send a team of people to receive the grain and grass."
"This is a good plan, Master Guo." Zhang Sanfeng rarely praised him.
The others thought about it carefully and it seemed to be a clever idea.
Lu Wenhuan remained silent. In fact, he was more inclined to Qiu Chuji's plan. In his eyes, the lives of these martial arts people were no different. If they could be exchanged for some food, grass, ordnance, it would be a great deal. Keeping them would be a big deal.
Food and grass were constantly being consumed every day, and Guo Jing's strategy was more risky. The defenders of Xiangyang could only stick to the city and could not easily leave the city. If they stole the chicken but failed and lost the rice, they would most likely lose the city of Xiangyang.
If he didn't make a decision, it would be difficult for everyone to speak. At this time, Murong Fu winked at Huang Rong, indicating that she could stand up.
But Huang Rong seemed to have never seen it, joking, how could she bring up such an embarrassing thing in front of everyone.
With a thought in his mind, Murong Fu reached out his hand like lightning and grabbed a handful of her somewhere.
"Ah!" Huang Rong exclaimed, which immediately caught everyone's attention.
"Rong'er, what's wrong with you?" Guo Jing turned around and asked.
Huang Rong's face turned red and she said hurriedly, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered something that might help Mr. Lu solve his worries."
"Oh? What's the matter? Mrs. Guo, tell me quickly." Lu Wenhuan's eyes lit up slightly. In the past, Huang Rong could always come up with clever ideas at critical moments, and he was looking forward to this.
Everyone looked at her with curiosity. Huang Rong was famous for her wisdom and scheming. I wonder what good plan she would come up with?
Huang Rong had no choice but to scold Murong Fu in her heart. After hesitating for a long time, she finally said, "That's it. I recently received a letter from Murong Fu from Gusu, asking if Xiangyang City needs food, grass, ordnance."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned, "What? Gusu Murong Fu?"
"Can Mr. Murong deliver grain and grass to Xiangyang City?"
"Does the Murong family still have this ability?"
"Rong'er, are you telling the truth?" Guo Jing looked at his wife with the same confusion. He didn't remember what news had come out in the past two days.
Huang Rong nodded and said vaguely, "The news was brought by Fu'er. He... Master Murong was very precise in his letter, saying that the Murong family had a way to transport grain, grass and weapons into Xiangyang City. As for what method, he
It’s not stated clearly.”
After everyone heard this, some were unconvinced and some were excited. Among them, Kong Wen and Qiu Chuji didn't quite believe it. The military generals were even a little disdainful. However, Guo Jing and Lu Youjiao were quite excited. The former believed in his wife and the latter was right.
Murong Fu admired him very much.
A look of surprise flashed across Zhang Sanfeng's face. Even if that naughty boy could really do it, I'm afraid his efforts would not be in vain, right?
"Do you mean what Mrs. Guo said?" Lu Wenhuan also didn't believe it in his heart, but he still said, "If the Murong family in Gusu can really transport grain and grass to Xiangyang City, I will be richly rewarded!"
Murong Fu rolled his eyes secretly and thought about good things. Do I care about your reward? He immediately gave Huang Rong a light poke.
Huang Rong understood what he meant, but she still couldn't say the next words. Murong Fu clenched his fist meaningfully, and then she continued, "I should be 70 to 80% sure of what he meant, but..."
"But what?" everyone asked.
Huang Rong's face turned red, "But he has conditions."