The other young man, although younger, has a stronger physique and is seven feet tall with piercing eyes. He is Murong Chui's grandson Murong Sheng. He shook his head: "Now the war is in chaos and the roads are isolated. The three of us are on the road.
We will only be harmed by bandits and cannot go to Guandong at all. The only way to survive is to follow the Xiyan Army. Princess Lan is the person that my eldest father (grandpa) trusts most, and she will never harm us."
Having said this, Murong Sheng looked at Liu Yu: "General Liu, I have been fortunate to hear all kinds of legends about you. I am very happy to meet you. Please take care of me along the way."
Liu Yu was born with a special fondness for strong men and heroes. He saw that Murong Sheng was only a boy of twelve or thirteen years old, but he had the demeanor of a general. At this time when his life was at stake, he still had this demeanor and could act as usual.
Even most veterans of the Beifu Army would not be able to do this with such calmness as they saluted him. This was even more obvious compared to the older uncle beside him, who was obviously a little restless.
Liu Yu smiled slightly: "Is your name Murong Sheng? I remember you. Your grandfather is Murong Chui and your father is Murong Bao."
Murong Sheng nodded with a calm expression: "Yes, but I would like to remind General Liu that according to your Han etiquette, it is somewhat rude to call each other's elders by their first names when they first meet. Even if we are Xianbei people,
It shouldn’t be like this.”
Liu Yu's expression changed, he changed his appearance and saluted, "I was rude for a moment and offended you and your elders. I'm sorry." As he spoke, he bowed deeply, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. He didn't expect that this child was quite understanding.
Etiquette, it seems that the Murong family has been exposed to Han customs for a long time, and their tutoring is also quite strict. This can be seen from the fact that Princess Qinghe was able to remain calm even when facing death. If this family were not ambitious, they would be more enthusiastic about etiquette.
Killing each other, maybe this world has long belonged to the Murong clan and the Yan Kingdom.
After Liu Yu finished his salute, Murong Lan looked at him with squinting eyes and a half-smile: "Liu Yu, we have known each other for so many years, and you have never saluted me like this. Is it because I have never saluted me like this?"
My son has blamed you like this, so you don’t take me seriously? It seems that I was too polite to you before, and you completely ignored me."
Liu Yu smiled slightly: "That's because you, Princess Lan, are kind-hearted and tolerant, and don't care about me, a rough Jingkou farmer. Little brother Murong Sheng, I don't study well, and I don't understand some etiquette. Thank you today.
Remind me, I will pay more attention in the future." Although Liu Yu's words were meant to tease Murong Lan, there was some truth in them. Murong Lan's face turned slightly red after hearing this, but she could no longer tease Liu Yu.
When Murong Rou on the side first came out, her face was a little pale and her voice was trembling. But after Liu Yu did this, the atmosphere became more lively. Murong Rou's face became much better, she cleared her throat and said
: "General Liu, are we leaving the city with you?"
Liu Yu nodded: "Yes, I will go to the Xiyan Army camp soon, and I can take you away just in time. Murong Wei is dead, and King Fu Tian has given an order. The culprit has been killed, and the threats will not be asked. You don't have to worry about leaving the city."
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Murong Rou breathed a long sigh of relief: "Just don't ask. We were scared to death just now. The Di and Han people in the city seemed to be crazy, hunting and killing Xianbei people everywhere. I saw many Xianbei people dragged into the street
, beaten to death. It’s terrible.”
A look of fear flashed across Song Ya's face: "Yes, General Liu, you haven't seen that there is a group of violent soldiers in the palace looking for Xianbei people. If I hadn't said that I was a Qiang,
I deliberately kept a distance from my lord and the others and pretended not to know each other, fearing that they would be in trouble this time as well."
Liu Yu sighed and his eyes became gloomy: "Since the Murong clan started their troops, the Qin army has fought with them, and nearly 100,000 people have been killed. The Di clan itself has only a small number of people. Almost every household has a blood feud with the Yan state. In the past, it was Fu Jian.
He was benevolent and forcibly suppressed from seeking revenge on the Xianbei people, but this time he was almost assassinated, not to mention Murong Wei, a person he had forgiven many times, who was still ambitious and repaid kindness with hatred, so the public's emotions suddenly exploded.
They are as unstoppable as a volcano. Even if Fu Jian does not give the order, they will take the initiative to seek revenge on the Xianbei people. From this point of view, it is better for you to leave the city as soon as possible, otherwise even Fu Jian may not be able to protect you."
Murong Lan curled her lips and said: "After all, they are still children and should not bear the sins of adults. However, these are extraordinary times and cannot be treated with common sense. If it were not to contain Murong Chong and Murong Yong here, I would actually think so.
I left Chang'an not because I was worried about being hurt by the mob, but after all, so many clan members died today. Although I knew that Murong Wei, Qing He and others were guilty, it was emotionally difficult to accept it, not to mention that many innocent women and children were also implicated.
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Liu Yu nodded: "For safety reasons, you go back to Miyagi City first. You should be safe at Mrs. Zhang's place. I will take them away now and will come back to see you soon."
Murong Lan looked at Liu Yu motionless, with a trace of reluctance flashing in her eyes, but she quickly turned around decisively and walked down the city wall. Her words carried along the night wind: "Take good care of Rou'er and Sheng'er, I'll wait for you.
return."
Two hours later, Liu Yu, dressed in Jin's armor, stood calmly in the central tent of the Xiyan Army. There was a volcano-like violent yelling and cursing around him, including forty or fifty adults from various Xianbei tribes.
, the chiefs, all gnashed their teeth, or cried bitterly, and many of them put their hands on the handles of their knives, stood up, and stepped on the small case in front of them. As long as Murong Chong, who was sitting on the commander's seat, gave an order.
, he was about to draw his sword and step forward to cut Liu Yu into pieces. The whole reason was that in the small box in front of Liu Yu, Murong Wei's head still looked full of reluctance and shock.
Two tears streamed down Murong Chong's face, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Are you Liu Yu? How dare you bring the head of our Emperor Yan to my camp, tell me how you want to die!"
When he said this, Murong Yong, who was sitting first on the left, kept looking at Liu Yu with a gloomy face. He was probably the only person in the whole tent who did not shout to kill Liu Yu, but the man behind him
Han Yan, however, yelled and cursed more fiercely than anyone else. Even from ten steps away, his spittle could be sprayed directly into Liu Yu's face. The smell was so special because of that damn sergeant's stinky feet.
The smell has not dissipated yet.
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