Murong Fuxing returned to the palace happily, preparing to tell Murong Bo the good news. Although he was now the king of a country, he still had a child's temper. He lost several games in a row in front of Yang Yanrong, but he did not expect that this
It was so easy to meet, and all those people could be exchanged with just a few million grains and stones. Woman, you really have long hair but short knowledge! Haha, thinking of the scene outside just now, Murong Fu had a feeling
The urge to look up to the sky and laugh, the Murong family is actually half cheaper than the Qi and Cai families. It seems that without Yang Yanrong, he will always be the winner!
Murong Bo was not a womanizer, but only liked what was in the cup. At this time, he was sitting alone in the imperial garden, carefully sipping the peerless concubine's smile brewed by Yang Yanrong.
What a good wine! Murong Bo secretly sighed. If he could get the secret recipe of this wine, he could brew a large amount of this wine once the siege of the capital was solved. By then, the wine would be popular all over the world, and the silver and gold would be flowing.
People flocked to the capital. In this way, with enough financial support to recruit troops and horses, even the entire Song Dynasty could become the territory of Great Yan!
"Dad, the child is back!" Murong Fu held the list signed by both parties in his hand, walked quickly to Murong Bo, and said with a smile: "Dad, you probably didn't expect that this negotiation turned out to be
It went extremely smoothly. Except for a little glitch at the beginning, haha, Dad, please take a look first!"
Murong Bo gave a faint "Uh" and put the exquisite porcelain cup in his hand on the round table. He took the list handed over by his son and took a closer look. He was shocked and shouted: "Fu'er, we have been fooled.
!You actually agreed to such conditions?"
The smile on Murong Fu's face instantly stiffened, and he argued: "Dad, are you speaking too harshly? We exchanged some grain for our family, and my son thinks that we have made a profit from this business!"
"Fool!" Murong Bo angrily rebuked: "Idiot! Have you ever thought about how much food is stored in the capital? If we give them all these millions of stones of food, how long can we hold on? Without food and grass, how long can we hold on?
Under this situation, the Song army outside the city will be able to hold on for at least a year! When the food and grass are cut off and we are trapped in the isolated city, we will have no choice but to die!"
Of course Murong Fu was not a fool. When he heard what Murong Bo said, he immediately understood. He gritted his teeth and said, "It must be the trick of this bastard Yang Yanrong. Fortunately, dad saw through it. Otherwise, we would be in danger!"
Murong Bo gave a bitter smile and sighed: "Fu'er, you are indeed the only martial arts prodigy my father has seen in his life, but compared with Yang Yanrong, you are really far behind. Whether it is the ability to command troops or the strategy of governing a country, he is far behind.
Much better than you. Is it true that my Murong family has been trapped in the south of the Yangtze River for a long time and cannot produce a benevolent master with great talents and strategies?"
Murong Fu's face turned red. It was really hard for him to accept being ridiculed by his biological father.
Murong Bo turned around, looked at his unconvinced son, patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Fu'er, if you know your mistakes, you can correct them. There is no way you can do better. It's still too late now." After saying this, he flicked the ball in his hand.
With a list of paper, he said disdainfully: "Can a mere piece of paper bring my Murong family into ruin? Humph, you underestimate me, Murong Bo!" After saying that, he took a breath and gathered his efforts.
Palm, the piece of white paper suddenly burst into flames without fire.
Looking at the burning white paper, he had worked hard for a long time to get it back! Murong Fu felt very sad and said softly: "Dad, if we voluntarily break the contract, won't we be ridiculed by the heroes of the world? Otherwise
, let’s talk to them again?”
Murong Bo stared at Murong Fu fiercely and said coldly: "What are the heroes of the world? As long as you win the country, everyone in the world will be at your mercy! Now you are already the king of a country, not a gangster, let alone a bandit.
What kind of heroes should I mention?"
Murong Fu wanted to open his mouth to argue several times, but in the end he did not have the courage to continue.
Murong Bo looked at the increasingly dark sky and said: "Yang Yanrong must not be left here. No matter what, tonight, my father must sneak out of the city and kill him. Otherwise, the end of the Yan Kingdom will come soon."
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"No!" Murong Fu grabbed his father's shoulders and said, "Dad, you must not go. If Yang Yanrong was so easy to kill, he would have died hundreds of times. There are many masters around him, and he himself is a
He is such an unfathomable person that even a child is not sure that he can win over him. Dad, we still have to think long term!"
Murong Bo chuckled, touched his son's head, and said harmoniously: "Fu'er, time waits for no one. As long as Yang Yanrong dies, the siege of the capital will naturally be broken. Then it will be time for you to aspire to the world.
, Daddy is already old, and it is not a pity to die. If I can exchange my old life for Yang Yanrong's life, it will be worth it!" After saying that, he strode out.
Murong Fu hurriedly stretched out his hand to pull him, but Murong Bo quickly tapped him a few times, and his body became motionless. Seeing his father walk out of his sight calmly and decisively, Murong Fu felt his heart pounding.
It sounded like it was shattering, and a pain that made it hard to breathe spread from all over the body...
Murong Bo not only has extremely high skills, but also has great wisdom. Ever since he knew that there was a person like Yang Yanrong in the world, he had murderous intentions. If possible, he would definitely hold the sword and take the head from his neck.
.I just couldn’t find the opportunity.
Now being forced by the situation, I have to risk great danger to assassinate Yang Yanrong. This is also a helpless move!
Touching the Qiu Shui sword that had been with him for nearly thirty years, Murong Bo looked up at the sky. The sky was completely dark at this time. However, if he went to assassinate Yang Yanrong at this time, the time was obviously not suitable. He would have to wait.
, wait until midnight. As a master, he naturally understands that people are the most tired at that time, and it is also easiest to succeed!
At this time, the city gate had been closed long ago, but this was not a problem for him. With the help of the faint moonlight, he lifted up his energy and lightened his body, and lightly crossed the wall like a nimble swallow. The Murong family's Golden Swallow Movement Technique! The body is lightened.
Ru Yan, of course, if there is a master here, he will naturally be able to discover this.
After leaving the city gate, Murong Bo, who had changed into night clothes, slowly approached the Song army's camp. Looking at the brightly lit scene here and the energetic teams of neatly-armored soldiers, with Murong Bo's ability
, couldn't help but gasped, such a tight guard, even if they bring thousands of troops to attack the camp, the success rate is probably less than 10%!