Prince of Song Dynasty

Chapter 500 Murong Yanzhao's Unwillingness

Lian Jicheng and Wu Batian followed Ye Chen with fifteen killers, and naturally they would not go anywhere without Ye Chen's orders.

But when Ye Chen entered the bathroom, he saw a person. According to common sense at this time, it should be a beautiful young woman accompanying the bath.

But in fact, this person is not a beautiful woman, and her age cannot be considered young.Even an old man over fifty years old.

Of course, this person will definitely not be Yufeng, the first elder of the temple, nor Li Mingxuan, the second elder of the temple, or other elders.

This is the General's Mansion of Murong Yanzhao, the Commander of the Northwest Camp, so the only person who appears here at this time can only be the owner of the General's Mansion.That's right, the person in the bathroom was Murong Yanzhao. He had already changed his clothes and was sitting here, waiting for Ye Chen.

Ye Chen walked into the bathroom and was not surprised to see Murong Yanzhao. It wasn't because he had already guessed that Murong Yanzhao was waiting for him here, but because he heard Murong Yanzhao's breathing twenty steps away. And judged that it was Murong Yanzhao inside.

The so-called receiving the wind and washing the dust, naturally receiving the wind is before washing the dust.Of course, the sumptuous reception banquet in the General's Mansion has been prepared for many days.The reception banquet here is just a small reception.

When Ye Chen walked in, Murong Yanzhao got up to greet him, his expression was calm and he didn't know what his mood was.

It has been a while since Ye Chen was assassinated in the valley outside Kaifeng City. The two met on the street for the first time before. The two sides had a tacit understanding and did not mention this matter. See.

A home-cooked banquet was held in the bathroom, without the brutal and extravagant dishes such as monkey heads as rumored, and only light side dishes and three-color rice porridge were placed on the black-purple wooden table. Everyone around the table ate in silence, and no one spoke. say.

Ye Chen unceremoniously drank a bowl of rice porridge, took a bowl of delicate pickles with his chopsticks, drank another bowl of rice porridge, took his chopsticks and put vegetables into the bowl, and played with the tip of his chopsticks in silence for a moment, then suddenly raised his head, Looking at Murong Yanzhao at the head of the table.

Where there is no sound, a word is thunder, and when there is silence, a glance is lightning.What's more, Ye Chen's eyes now fall on ordinary people's eyes, that is lightning.

But Murong Yanzhao's expression was always calm, Ye Chen looked at Murong Yanzhao quietly, and the latter also looked at him quietly.

Murong Yanzhao seemed born unable to laugh, his complexion was always as cold as iron, his eyebrows were still as thick as black silkworms, his lips were still as bright as thick blood, but his body was as powerful as a first-class master and the coercion of a general, But all of them are locked in the ordinary coat on the body, and none of them leak out to the world.

That seemingly ordinary dark yellow coat is not armor, not a military uniform, but the royal clothes that Zhao Kuangyin, the emperor of the Song Dynasty, personally put on him when he discussed his military exploits.Murong Yanzhao who wore this imperial bestowed plain clothes was no longer just a top-notch martial arts expert, let alone an outer sect elder of the holy hall.Ye Chen understood that the other party wore this dress to express a meaning to him——he was always a general of the Song Dynasty, an invincible commander of the Northwest Camp who was most loyal to His Majesty the Emperor.

After taking off the food and serving the rare black boiled tea unique to the Northwest, Murong Yanzhao looked at Ye Chen and said, "The Huaxia Weifu has already inquired about some news these days, and the prince should have deduced from it that the assassination in the valley outside the city of Kaifeng was not the old man. for."

Ye Chen nodded and said, "That's right, but those 500 people were trained by seniors."

Murong Yanzhao sighed, a trace of pain flashed in the depths of his eyes, and said: "This old man is the elder of the outer sect of the Holy Church, but that's because the old man's father was originally the number one among the seven sects and five surnames of the Holy Church." A domestic servant of the Li family in Longxi, and the old man's abilities including martial arts and the art of war were also given by the temple. But the old man's loyalty to the court and His Majesty has never changed. The old man's fault is only because of his background, but It's not on the old man himself. As for the 500 people who were trained by the old man himself, this is because of "

Ye Chen listened to Murong Yanzhao's words very patiently, then gently put down the teacup, heaving a long sigh.He has a deeper understanding of the means of the church.

It was quiet outside and inside the house, only the cold wind blowing the frost on the branches, making rustling sounds, like arrow feathers brushing against bowstrings, like mud on the battlefield splashing on hard armor.

Murong Yanzhao looked at the blood-black tea soup in the teacup, and was silent for a long time. With a flick of his wrist, he put it into his lips and drank it all in one gulp. Like a glass of double-distilled spirits.

The tea soup was like blood in the throat, and the voice of the general became colder and more chilling, with the meaning of gold and stone.

"I haven't seen Li Mingxuan for several years. I don't know what his identity is on the surface. I'm afraid the other elders of the church, including Wu Batian, the sixth elder of the church next to the prince, may not know either. Therefore, the old man only It can help the prince to wipe out all the seven family properties of the Li family in Longxi, so as to atone for the crime. In addition, the old man personally trained some of the old man's confidantes among the five thousand private troops trained by the holy hall, so the holy hall is located in the hiding place of the private army in the deep mountains of Qinling , the old man can find a way to find out, and help the prince kill the whole litter."

Ye Chen was silent for a moment, then looked at him and said: "Even so, I also believe what the general said, but the general thinks that your majesty and the princes of the court will or dare to hand over a large army to the general?"

"It's about the safety of my Great Song Dynasty. Even though the juniors, including the juniors, know many things far better than the princes and even Your Majesty, they dare not take the risk. Therefore, even if the general wants to make great contributions It is absolutely impossible to continue to let the general command any army. I hope the general can understand this point."

"So, after the incident, the three sons of the general, the juniors are guaranteed to be officials in the imperial court, civil servants or the Huaxia Weifu of the juniors. It's just that the generals themselves are invited to return to their old age."

For the real big men in the world, calmness is the temperament they must have when facing major events.

Letting the commander of the Northwest Camp return to his old age is naturally not something that Ye Chen can decide. This is something that can only be decided by His Majesty the Emperor.But with Ye Chen's current power, his position in His Majesty's heart, and his grasp of the current situation and His Majesty's thoughts, he can be the master.Murong Yanzhao obviously also understood this very well, so he became silent, and then he thought seriously. He thought for a long time, and the black boiled tea that was like blood in the cup was not completely cold yet, and his heart was full of deep unwillingness.The Song Dynasty had not yet unified the world, and the Northwest had not yet been truly pacified, and became the territory of the Song Dynasty, and the Khitan occupied half of the country.As early as the beginning of the founding of the Song Dynasty, he had a big wish, a lifelong wish, that is to follow in the footsteps of His Majesty, unify the world, and restore Daxue to the prosperity of the Han and Tang Dynasties.

(End of this chapter)