Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows: "Oh? How do you say this?"

Helian Tieshu said: "Now in Daxia, Li Yuan Sheng has monopolized power and has the intention to use all his power. The attitude of the major tribes in Da Xia is ambiguous. I am loyal to the concubine, but I have hurt Li Yuan Sheng's only son. I'm afraid."

Murong Fu smiled calmly: "So that's it."

Helian Tieshu said: "As the saying goes, a gentleman does not stand behind a dangerous wall. You must make preparations in advance and be careful."

Murong Fu said: "Marshal Helian, keep your heart in your stomach. Li Yuan Sheng will definitely die!"

Helian Tieshu hesitated for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "This official is stupid, please help me clarify my doubts."

Murong Fu smiled faintly, and the next few words left Helian Tieshu speechless: "I have money! Lots and lots of money!"

three days later.

It was already dusk when Helian Tieshu came to Murong Fu with a big red post.

"Sir, Li Yuan Sheng held a banquet in Yongxing Palace to entertain all the civil and military officials of the fifth rank and above. Your Excellency, I think you have received the message, right?"

Helian Tieshu said.

Murong Fu's Dianjun captain happened to be of fifth rank and was being invited.

"Marshal Helian doesn't need to keep repeating this to everyone. You are the commander of an army, so it is unreasonable to do so!"

Murong Fu's stiff face remained expressionless.

Helian Tieshu smiled and said: "As the saying goes, those who are masters are respected, so what does a mere official rank mean?"

In the past few days, Doctor Xue, under Murong Fu's instruction, had been treating Helian Tieshu, and his old injuries had been greatly improved.Gong Yeqian also secretly transported thousands of taels of gold in cash in a timely manner. When Murong Fu poured 3000 taels of gold in front of Helian Tieshu, the shining golden light completely blinded Helian Tieshu.And what left with Gong Yeqian was enough Helan Mountain fine iron to make hundreds of pairs of cold-forged armors.

Murong Fu knew that the dog had been fed by him, but now he was afraid that something would happen to him that would cut off his wealth. Apart from asking him to rebel, this man now dared to do anything.

Murong Fu waved his hand and said noncommittally: "It's nothing more than a Hongmen Banquet. It's not a big deal to test the minds of the courtiers by pointing the deer at the horse."

Helian Tieshu hesitated and said: "So, what do you mean, sir?"

"Go, go and see!"

The Xixia Imperial Palace was built in the north of Xingqing Mansion, relying on the mountains of Helan Mountain. Once something unexpected happened, people in the imperial city could immediately escape into the vast mountains.The reason why this is so is related to the history of Xixia. In the past, Li Jiqian was attacked by the Song army at night during the Song-Xia war. He lost his wife and mother and almost died.Lingzhou City, the ancient capital of Xixia, was mostly burned down by the Song army.In view of the unbearable past of his ancestors, after Li Yuanhao became emperor and founded the country, he paid special attention to preventing accidents when building the new capital. The palace was far away from the outer city to prevent history from repeating itself.

But the irony is that Li Yuanhao did not die in the foreign invasion, but died at the hands of his own son because of a woman.

Outside Yongxing Palace, two teams of heavily armored guards were on guard, their hands clasped on the hilts of their swords, ready to unsheath them at any time. Their faces were covered by visors, with only two eyes exposed and no expression visible.

Murong Fu discovered that each of these tall guards actually possessed internal skills, which was not easy, although the skills were not deep.I think these must be the imperial guards of the royal city.

Helian Tieshu was a high-ranking military officer. He walked at the front and his seat was arranged at the back. Murong Fu was different. In this situation, it doesn’t matter how high your martial arts skills are or what your status in the world is, it all depends on your rank. Murong Fu It was only the fifth rank, and the seats were arranged to the outside, close to the door.

No wonder the famous masters in the martial arts world are unwilling to serve the imperial court. Who would be willing to suffer this injustice if they have any ambition?
Murong Fu didn't bother to think about it: after all, he didn't come all the way to get an official title, so why should he be so idle?

Along the way, people who were familiar with Li Yanzong, played by Murong Fu, greeted Murong Fu, and he nodded in response.There were also many people who snorted coldly when passing by Murong Fu and then turned their heads away. Among them, a thin Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe was the most representative.The man had no cheeks, a pair of small eyes that were as cold as a falcon, and a gray goatee. He looked more like a killer than a Taoist priest.

The lingering ghost of the Nine-winged Taoist.

When Jiuyi Taoist passed by Murong Fu, he cast a provocative look at Murong Fu.However, Murong Fu ignored him, which made Taoist Jiuyi even more angry. He flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly, and strode towards his seat in the back.

After all, Xixia is a small country, and even the palace built with the whole country's efforts cannot be said to be luxurious, and it is incomparable to the Song Dynasty Palace where Murong Fu had nothing to do and wander around in the dark.

Rather than saying that this is a night banquet held in the palace, it is better to say that this is an enlarged version of the Juxianzhuang Conference.

Although everyone was wearing their usual clothes, the crowd spontaneously formed small, distinct circles.Han officials were with Han officials, and Fan officials were with Fan officials.Wufu would not mix in the circle of civil servants. Everyone kept their distance politely and everyone played their own way.

Although it was a palace banquet, many people actually brought their maids and attendants, and all the servants stood neatly behind their masters.This was something Murong Fu didn't expect: it seemed that the rules in Xixia were much looser than those in Han.

Murong Fu naturally did not bring any entourage, so he seemed a little awkward among the crowd.

Hu Yanlei's seat was originally on the inside, and the person who was placed next to Murong Fu was also a middle-level officer, but Hu Yanlei directly asked that person to change seats with him.Such behavior is taboo in the Central Plains, but here it is commonplace.Xixia is a country based on tribes. Even though it has gone through many years of sinicization, many systems still retain the color of the tribal era.Murong Fu was quite happy to have such a forthright person talking to him, and the two of them chatted all the time.

The banquet lasted for about two sticks of incense, and the singing and dancing had dispersed.It was only then that the palace supervisor announced: "The Emperor's uncle has arrived!"

Hearing this sound, many people turned their attention to the door, and many people stood up one after another. Only a few people still sat there minding their own business, as if they had not heard anything.

Hearing that the legendary uncle Huang Taishu, whom even Li Qiu Shui was not sure could win, was about to appear, Murong Fu suddenly felt refreshed and turned his attention to the door.As the palace supervisor's voice fell, a tall man slowly walked into the palace hall with steady steps.I saw the man wearing a gorgeous brocade robe and a pair of leather boots. Every step he took left a faint footprint on the ground.His hair style was a common bald hairstyle for Xixia men, and a huge golden earring hung from his right ear. His electric eyes swept across the audience, and many people lowered their heads with guilt, not daring to look at him.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, not because he had any trouble with this person, but because he felt something was wrong.

According to his observation, this person does not have very good internal skills. It is true that from his perspective, this person can be regarded as a rare master, but at most he is at the level of Abbot Xuanci of Shaolin. , similar to Xuanji and Xuannan.

Such a level would naturally not scare Li Qiu Shui.

Either Li Qiushui was mistaken, or the other party was hiding his clumsiness, or another possibility was...
Murong Fu's clear eyes flashed with a cold light.

The man came to the highest seat and sat down. Everyone stood up and said hello. The man bowed his head lightly and returned the salute: "All of you are the pillars of my Daxia. There is no need to be so polite to me. Your Majesty has been hugging me recently. I’m sick, so I have to appoint this old man to take charge, please sit down, sir!”

"Thank you, Uncle Emperor!"

Everyone sat down one after another. To Murong Fu's surprise, the man seemed not to have paid attention to him the whole time.