Chapter 92 Murong Fu, do you want a wife or not?

The handsome middle-aged man with extraordinary bearing in front of him was none other than Cai Jing, Cai Taishi, who would later become the leader of the Six Thieves of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Of course, he has only just climbed to the position of Minister of Household Affairs, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

This is exactly why Yang Gui wants to invest in him.

This man was greedy for money and lustful, lost his ambition in playing with things, and had all the five poisons. He was a good candidate for Qin Hui in the Northern Song Dynasty. Yang Gui used a large amount of money to collude with him and subvert the Northern Song Dynasty in the future. This would be a great help.

As an old monster who had assisted Zhu Yuanzhang, Yang Gui knew very well what these high-ranking officials cared about and what they were thinking. After a long conversation, Murong Fu felt as if he had walked through the gates of hell more than a dozen times.

It's so dirty, you guys are so dirty.

Murong Fu's obsession with becoming emperor steadily faded every time Yang Gui helped him with the restoration of the country.

The more Yang Gui watched, the funnier he became, which was one step closer to the great fun he ultimately wanted.

Cai Jing left with satisfaction. Before leaving, Yang Gui promised that an additional 300,000 taels would be sent to Cai Jing's Zhuangzi outside the city soon, so that no one would notice.

"Okay, what a reward for hard work!"

Yang Gui looked at the calligraphy left by Cai Jing, blew it happily, and handed it to Zhu Wenlong, "Go, frame it, and hang it in the most conspicuous place in our lobby."

Murong Fu looked at the three words on the paper and was stunned, "Mr. Yang, you have to know how to count even if you don't know how to read, right?"

"Hey, what do you know? Isn't this Mr. Cai's capitalization? Look here!"

Yang Gui pointed to the word "Qin" squeezed together with the seal in the lower left corner, "You don't know how to appreciate it. There are four great calligraphers such as Su, Huang, Mi, and Cai. If Mr. Cai hadn't had such a bad reputation, he would actually be ranked first. That's it."

If you take out the calligraphy and sell it, it will cost you hundreds of taels of silver."

Murong Fu was still unwilling and muttered: "A few hundred thousand taels are exchanged for such a useless thing..."

"What kind of art do you thieves know?" Even if Murong Fu is arty, if Xiao Feng were here, he would probably use it to wipe his butt when he was drunk and passed out.

Of course Yang Gui doesn't care, but with Cai Jing's support, they can take greater action in Zhujiazhuang. They can become the local emperor in almost the entire Daming Prefecture, and they even have the opportunity to intervene in the tax points that will be set up soon.

So Yang Gui waved his hand and expanded his army!

Where can I find someone? Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures!

The Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun was a very embarrassing place during the Song Dynasty. Not only did it give the officials a headache, but they themselves were even more uncomfortable. On the one hand, the Han people in the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun were hostile to the Khitan people, and on the other hand, they did not think that they were

The Han people in the Central Plains have little sense of belonging to the Central Plains dynasty.

At this time, a big Yan suddenly appeared and wanted to help them drive away the Tartars. Since he was not a big sender, he naturally signed up enthusiastically.

This place is located in the north, with fierce folk customs, fertile land and horses, which can be said to be a good source of soldiers. While Yang Gui was recruiting soldiers and horses here, he also launched a public opinion offensive, smearing the loss of his ancestral land and making his compatriots suffer, and oppressing Yan

The Liao Kingdom of the Yunhan people.

Zhujiazhuang has great wealth, sufficient food management, sufficient military pay, excellent weapons, and a righteous public opinion, so recruiting troops will be easy. Yan Wei's apparent size is still the same three thousand people, but secretly, with a wave of his arms, there are thirty to fifty thousand

The army obeyed the command.

Why did Li Yunlong serve as the division commander when he attacked Ping'an County? Yang Gui did what he did. Break the whole into pieces and hide the soldiers and the wild. On the one hand, he could cover up his own power, and on the other hand, he could prevent spies and traitors from other forces from attacking Zhujiazhuang.

One pot is served.

Zhujiazhuang gradually began to truly control part of the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun.

At the same time, with the help of money and the power of the government, the leaderless Beggar Gang was also brought under control. A group of beggars could be alienated by spending money. The top leaders of the Beggar Gang were not monolithic. Yang Gui could corrupt even the court officials and take down the beggars.

What's the point of helping the Jingyi Sect?

Yang Gui re-edited the teachings and purpose of the Jingyi Sect of the Beggar Clan, packaged it up, and made it a seemingly powerful religion. With the promotion of Cai Jing and his brother Cai Bian, many officials in the DPRK and Central Government also started to Jingyi.

Pai put up his name.

This is also normal. In every dynasty, every generation of high-ranking officials have their names in Buddhism and Taoism, even Mingjiao, White Lotus Sect and even roadside stall cults. Under the packaging of Yang Gui, the Jingyi Sect of the Beggar Clan is comparable to these

The half-baked cult looks much more sophisticated.

With the official name, more wealthy households across the country also put their name, not really to join the Jingyi Sect of the Beggar Clan, but mainly to get close to the high officials of the court.

Quan Guanqing, an elder of the Beggar Clan who was obsessed with power, finally became the leader of the Beggar Clan. He had to crawl on his knees holding Yang Gui's legs every day. He never dreamed that the Beggar Clan could become such a scene. Between power and money

Under the attack of Yang Gui, he instantly became Yang Gui's lackey, and he was even proud of it.

Murong Fu's eyes are green every day. He never dreamed of being able to control the Beggar Gang, let alone there are still 30,000 to 50,000 troops outside.

This time he really felt that the throne was close at hand, so he had to offer it to Yang Gui every day, kowtow three times in the morning and evening, and burn incense in the morning and evening.

Yang Gui couldn't stand being annoyed by him anymore, so he decided to find something for Murong Fu to do.

"Xiao Fu, do you want a wife or not?"

Looking at Yang Gui's malicious smile, Murong Fu felt a chill in his crotch.

"Well, Mr. Yang, if you haven't accomplished your great cause, why should you take care of your family?"

Murong Fu still wanted to struggle, but Yang Gui stopped him with one sentence, "Your father has a son, your grandfather has a son, your ancestors have sons, but you don't have a son yet. How can the Dayan bloodline be passed down? What if you die in an accident?"

If you die, will the Emperor of Dayan be responsible for me?"

Murong Fu had nothing to say.

Yang Gui smiled secretly, "Let's go, I will take you to Xixia to capture the princess!"

"ah?"

Yang Gui had wanted to do this for a long time, but he had been busy expanding his relationship with the army and the high officials in the DPRK. Murong Fu married a Xixia princess. Firstly, he could borrow Xixia's connections, and secondly, it was mainly for Li's benefit.

Qiu Shui and her Xiaoyao Sect secrets.

The two rushed to Xixia. After Murong Fu learned so many magical skills from Yang Gui, his martial arts improved greatly, at least not inferior to the original Xiao Feng. Of course, the current Xiao Feng has taken a further step forward, and Murong Fu is no longer as good.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! But it is undeniable that Murong Fu is now extremely powerful. These two peerless men sneaked into the Xixia Palace as if they were going home. After figuring out the terrain, the two

Sneaked out.

Yang Gui looked at Murong Fu seriously and said: "Listen up, I'm bringing the princess out. No force, no drugs, no intimidation is allowed. It all depends on your own ability. If you want me to know if there is any evil deed, I will

Your waist is ruined."

After saying that, he made a threatening gesture like tiger claws and hands.

Murong Fu was about to cry but had no tears. Who do you think I am? Besides, weren't you the one who forced me to come here? You also said that the Xixia princess didn't want to marry, so he tried to find ways to get her to marry. Is this what people do?

To this day, you are still threatening me not to use force. Bah, how hypocritical!

Of course he warned Murong Fu like this because Yang Gui knew very well what could win the heart of the princess. However, although he was mentally ill and liked to have fun, he still had a certain bottom line.

With Yang Gui's strength, entering and leaving the Xixia Palace was like entering a deserted place.

Princess Li Qinglu of Xixia had a strange dream. Not long after she fell asleep, she felt a light weight on her body. In the dream, it was like flying in the clouds and mist. But as her body sank and she felt down to earth, she opened her eyes and found that it was really

We arrived outside the palace, which we had never been to before.

Li Qinglu's heart was full of panic and fear of the unfamiliar environment. She curled up subconsciously and looked around nervously. She found that the surrounding environment was elegant, with a faint fragrance of flowers and plants, and in front of a seemingly bottomless pool of water.

There stood a young man.

The young master had his back to him, and he stood erect with one hand behind his back. The other hand was placed in front of him, holding an ivory fractured fan, shaking it gently, and chanting something in his mouth.

Human beings are born to judge people by their appearance. Although she was still very scared, Li Qinglu couldn't help but be attracted by this young man. She just listened to his chanting, which seemed to be a kind of words to express gratitude to the heaven and earth. His clothes and belt were flowing, as if he was an immortal in the sky.

When you come to the world, you have to go with the wind.

Li Qinglu has been growing up in the inner courtyard of the palace. She has never seen such a scene before, and she couldn't help but be fascinated by it.

The young master suddenly noticed someone behind him, and turned around slowly. Li Qinglu saw that jade-like face under the bright moonlight. She saw him walking slowly in front of her, with a warm smile on his face: "

Girl, you’re here late at night and you don’t know where you came from?”

"I...I don't know either."

Li Qinglu swallowed subconsciously and said timidly: "I seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, I flew from home, and when I woke up, I was here. Young Master, are you an immortal?"

Murong Fu's smile was so gentle, as if it was a spring breeze blowing into the princess's heart: "The immortal caressed my head and tied my hair to achieve immortality. I don't know if there are immortals in the world, but I can't be called an immortal, just

Just an ordinary person."

"But, I feel that you are more handsome than an immortal..." The little girl looked at Murong Fu and started to act like a nymphomaniac, "Master, can I get closer to you?"

Murong Fu's smile became even deeper.

The next day.

Li Qinglu woke up from her boudoir, looked at her surroundings, and couldn't help but sigh, "Was last night still a dream after all?"

Li Qinglu's personal maid Xiaolei walked in and said, "Your Highness, it's time to get up and wash up!"

"Xiaolei." Li Qinglu looked at Xiaolei, "Is there any noise last night?"

"Ah?" Xiaolei looked cute, "No, the princess slept well!"

"Is it……"

Li Qinglu nodded regretfully, it seemed like it was indeed a boudoir dream.

But what she didn't expect was that that night there was another feeling of soaring clouds and mist. When she opened her eyes, it was still the familiar valley, the familiar fragrance of flowers, the familiar pond, and the familiar young master.

Three days in a row.
To be continued...