In the large tent, Wu Sangui sat high behind the desk. In front of him stood two rows of officials, including military generals in armor and civil servants in brocade and silk. All of them were well-dressed and looked solemn and solemn.
Even the position is very particular, like the prototype of a "small imperial court".
At this time, the noise from outside came in, and all the officials were shocked. The bandits from the Golden Snake Camp had invaded so quickly?
Although everyone was shocked, they did not lose their composure. Wu Sangui sat there with a calm expression, as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any disturbance.
Since he started the army, he has become more and more obsessed with the so-called emperor's way that all emperors must learn. He usually speaks less and never says a word more than what he can convey with his eyes. Even if he does say it, it is ambiguous and unclear. Anyway, it is just one word.
The principle must be profound and profound, and the ministers must understand it on their own. If they understand it, they will advance step by step. If they do not understand it, they will go home and plant sweet potatoes.
Getting back to the topic, Wu Sangui's silence did not mean that the people around him were ignorant, but he saw two attendants running towards the door in a hurry.
With a popping sound, the curtains were lifted, and a strong wind rushed over. The figures appeared in a flash, and it was none other than Murong Fu and the others.
"Mu...mu..." At this moment, no matter how good Wu Sangui was in cultivating qi, he couldn't calm down and almost collapsed from his chair. Fortunately, he had seen a lot of strong winds and waves, and his skills were still there, and he could endure it all the time.
Living.
Not many officials knew Murong Fu, but this was their first time seeing such a strange situation, and they were shocked, but they did not act rashly.
Murong Fu stood still, first put Zhou Qi down and handed it over to Li Yuanzhi to take care of her, then slowly straightened out his clothes, and then he cupped his hands towards Wu Sangui and said, "My lord, long time no see, how are you?"
"Quickly, protect the commander!" Before Wu Sangui could say anything, dozens of soldiers rushed in, rustling for a while, and surrounded Murong Fu and others.
Murong Fu smoothed his long hair from his temples and glanced at Wu Sangui with a half-smile, "Your Majesty, you and I are old friends. We don't have to be so accommodating every time we meet, right?"
Naturally, Wu Sangui could tell that his words were to remind him not to forget the last time he was captured by Wan Jun. He visually checked the distance between himself and Murong Fu, and finally waved his hand gently, "Stand back!"
"Commander!"
"The commander said to stand down, can't you hear me?"
"yes."
The sergeants retreated as instructed, but did not exit the tent. Most of the officials looked at this scene in confusion. What kind of relationship did their prince have with this "oil-headed, noodle-faced" young master?
Wu Sangui was also helpless. Not to mention that Murong Fu was only a few feet away from him at the moment. Even if it was further away, dozens of soldiers alone would not be able to stop him. But he didn't know what he wanted to do when he suddenly came here?
"It turns out that Young Master Murong is here. I welcome him very much." Wu Sangui secretly guessed Murong Fu's purpose of coming, and with a friendly yet majestic smile on his face, he asked pleasantly, "I don't know if Young Master is here.
What's the point of doing it?"
"Haha, I'm here whether you're welcome or not." Murong Fu shrugged, "Your Majesty, you're not going to let me stand and talk to you, are you?"
"It's my fault that I was negligent." Wu Sangui said apologetically. He didn't say whether he would be given a seat or not. He just motioned to the attendant to get the seat.
Murong Fu did not sit down, but gave way to Zhou Qi and Li Yunzhi. Then he walked towards Wu Sangui. With only one step, he was already beside Wu Sangui.
"Be bold!"
"presumptuous!"
The soldiers and officials were all startled, and immediately shouted in unison.
There was one person in the crowd who did not make a sound, but was equally frightened. This person was Xia Guoxiang. He knew very well how powerful Murong Fu was. It could be said that as long as Murong Fu was allowed into this tent, it would be easy for him to kill anyone.
In addition to being frightened, it is also a bit complicated. He has the handle in Murong Fu's hands, and he is already Murong Fu's man. But now Wu Sangui is gaining momentum and is very likely to reach the top. By then, he will be the founding hero of the country and enjoy all the glory and wealth.
No, if Murong Fu was asked to kill Wu Sangui, all this would be in vain.
At the same time, another person jumped out, and his attack was like a violent storm. In just a short moment, he slapped dozens of palms, which made the air explode and the void tremble. The thick palm force hit Murong Fu's back.
Under pressure, even Wu Sangui was included.
This person was none other than Gui Xinshu, the invincible divine fist who had an sworn hatred against Murong Fu. He struck with hatred and had clearly spent his entire life's energy on it.
In the blink of an eye, an almost transparent film of true energy formed around Murong Fu's body. With a soft pop, Gui Xinshu's palm hit the film, and the film twisted for a while, swallowing the force of his palm.
Just when Gui Xinshu was stunned, suddenly, a force ten times more powerful than before flew out. The familiar Hunyuan Palm and the familiar smell were directed at him.
There was a bang, and Gui Xinshu was caught off guard. He was hit in the chest, and his body flew out upside down. A large mouthful of blood spurted out in the air, and he flew straight out of the tent. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
From beginning to end, Murong Fu didn't move or even take another look. After Gui Xin Shu flew away, he smiled at Wu Sangui and said, "Why do people want to assassinate you every time you see the prince? You see, I saved the prince again."
, I wonder how the prince would like to thank me?"
Wu Sangui suddenly felt the urge to vomit blood. You beat Xin Shu's wife and children to nothing. They were obviously seeking revenge from you, but they were able to fall on me. It's really like no one else...
However, Gui Xinshu's behavior of not caring about his safety just now really made him a little annoyed, and he immediately raised his voice and said, "Come here, I'm commanding you to take back all the rewards from Gui Xinshu's family from today on. Let's go and have a look."
Whether he is dead or not, forget it if he is dead. If not, throw him into the mountains to feed the dogs."
"Tsk, tsk," Murong Fu said in a strange tone at this time, "The cunning rabbit dies, the lackeys are cooked, the birds are gone and their bows are hidden. Alas, this is the eternal truth..."
When he said this, the officials, who were originally a little bit sad, couldn't help but look a little strange on their faces.
Wu Sangui snorted and said displeasedly, "I wonder why Young Master Murong Yu came here because of his condescension?"
Murong Fu did not answer, but gently stroked the golden dragon chair behind Wu Sangui with one hand. He looked to his left and said, "This dragon chair is well made and worth a lot of money. Your old Wu family is indeed rich."
"Nonsense!" Wu Sangui cursed secretly, and forced a smile on his face, "If the young master likes it, I can give it to you."
"That's not necessary," Murong Fu smiled faintly, sat down, pushed Wu Sangui aside, then patted his shoulder and said, "Relax, don't be so nervous, Master, I never take advantage of others, let alone you
I really don't like this little broken dragon chair. Speaking of this, I remembered how brave Temujin was when he was in Dadu. He invited me to sit on the dragon chair in front of hundreds of civil and military officials and promised to give him the country.
I'll give you half of it, because you're so petty, you're far behind compared to the old guys."
Wu Sangui wondered what the final fate of Temujin was. He did not die in depression. His people were forced to migrate, leaving behind a large area of land that was divided up by a group of nameless and rebellious officials and traitors.
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes wildly, he forced a smile and said, "I have little talent and little ambition, so naturally I can't compare to the prodigious Khan of the previous generation. By the way, I don't know if you have any advice for me when you are here?"
This is the third time he has asked this question.
Murong Fu avoided answering, "Your Majesty is too modest. The mole on your chest is not small."
Wu Sangui was very angry, but he did not dare to show up, so he could only say in a stiff tone, "You and I have no grudges in the past, and we have no grudges these days. If the young master comes to assassinate me for the sake of the Golden Snake Camp, just go ahead and do it. There is no need to use words to ridicule."
I am handsome."
"Am I mocking you?" Murong Fu looked at him with a surprised expression, "Where do you start with these words?"
"You..." Wu Sangui, no matter how well-mannered he was, could no longer control himself.
At this time, Murong Fu suddenly changed the topic and said with a smile, "Joking words are all joking. You don't need to take them seriously, Your Majesty. By the way, you just asked me what I came to do here. It's actually not a big deal. I was thirsty when I passed by.
Come in and ask for a drink, Your Majesty, you won’t be stingy, right?”
"Hmph, even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe this. Do you think this king is a fool?" Wu Sangui cursed in his heart, but he also understood that being impatient can ruin a big plan. At this moment, his life is in someone else's hands, and he immediately felt deeply
Taking a deep breath, he laughed and said, "I take it as a matter of fact. I may not be able to give it to others, but I can get as much water and wine as I want!"
After a pause, he added, "Let's do this. I'll ask the young master to move somewhere else to rest. I will immediately order the kitchen to prepare wine and food for the young master. After I finish handling the current affairs, I can entertain the young master."
After saying this, without waiting for Murong Fu to speak, he immediately said to the attendant, "Come on, take Master Murong to my camp to rest, and then call the imperial chef..."
"Wait a minute, wait a minute," Murong Fu seemed to not know what etiquette meant, and immediately interrupted, "There's no need to go anywhere else, I'm going to eat here."
"This..." Wu Sangui choked for a moment. For a moment, he really couldn't tell what Murong Fu's purpose was. Fortunately, he had practiced the word "forbearance" very deeply, so he immediately changed his words and said, "It just so happens that I am also a little hungry.
Forget it, just follow what the young master said."
Then he immediately ordered his attendants to prepare the food and wine. In fact, there was no need to prepare anything. For someone like him who had to put on airs and build a tent when marching and fighting, the kitchen was naturally always ready.
After a while, the wine and food were served, all of which were rare delicacies from the mountains and seas. Murong Fu was not polite, or he never knew what politeness meant, and he immediately started eating and drinking. He looked very hungry, as if he was really here.
Asking for a drink of water.
"Report!" At this time, a soldier hurriedly came to report, "Report to the marshal, a hole has been torn open in the defense in the south. A group of bandits are attacking the gap frantically. General Wang can no longer hold it. I have specially ordered a villain to come and ask the marshal for instructions.
Change the formation and attack?"
Wu Sangui was already suppressing his anger, but when he heard this, he couldn't hold it back any longer, "Trash, it's just a bunch of bandits and bandits. The mob can't hold it back. What do I want Wang Dayou to do?"
The messenger knelt on the ground tremblingly, and after a long while he said with sincerity and fear, "According to...according to the brothers who came back alive, the bandit leader Yuan Chengzhi had a very powerful strange sword in his hand, and he was injured with a single swing.
There are hundreds of us, no one... no one dares to stop..."
As he talked about it later, Wu Sangui's face became more and more gloomy, and his voice became smaller and smaller.