Murong Fu said: "I see. But today you trespassed on the Wanyan tribe, the head of the Wuyasu clan, Gongzhongtiguo. The emperor's uncle also mentioned the Wuyashu clan leader many times that day, but today you beat him like this,
What’s the point?”
Murong Fu's eyes widened, and the awe-inspiring arrogance of a superior man combined with the strong temperament brought by his martial arts cultivation frightened the silver medal envoy. Due to the influence of Murong Fu's soul-searching method, in this little silver medal
The envoy had already recognized Murong Fu's identity as the crown prince of the King of Chu who was visiting privately incognito. What kind of person was the King of Chu? That was the uncle of the emperor personally conferred by the emperor of Liao Dynasty, which was equivalent to the crown prince. How could the prince of Chu be himself?
A person that a small silver medal envoy can afford to offend? And from the tone of the Crown Prince, it seems that he is quite fond of this Wanyan tribe? His Majesty also values this Wu Yasu very much? And just now he actually beat this man up
Half dead!
The silver medal envoy couldn't help but feel a chill rising in his heart, and could only keep emphasizing that this was all a misunderstanding.
Murong Fu saw that the heat was almost over, so he was ready to stop as soon as possible. After all, thousands of men, women, and children from the Wanyan Department couldn't leave here. If something happened to this scumbag Silver Messenger here, these people would be doomed.
. Then he waved his hand and said: "If something like this happens again, hum! Now, get out! Don't disturb this... Young Master's interest."
As if he had received an amnesty, the silver medal envoy couldn't stop thanking him. He twisted his body like a mountain of meat and hurriedly thanked him. He wanted to lead his men to leave this place of right and wrong quickly, but was stunned by Murong Fu's words and came back to the place: "Wait a minute."
The silver envoy turned his almost non-existent neck with difficulty, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying and asked: "Do you have any other orders, sir?"
Murong Fu sneered and said, "Do you know how to describe what happened here today?"
The silver medal messenger hurriedly said: "I know, I know, I won't say a word. No, no, I have never been here before!"
Murong Fu nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, I hope you will remember your words, otherwise..."
After the silver medal envoy and his group rolled away, Murong Fu noticed the strange expressions on Aguda and others.
Aguda looked complicated and hesitated to speak. Murong Fu said, "If you have anything you want to ask, just tell me."
Aguda said: "Murong, so you are the prince of the Khitans?"
Murong Fu laughed: "Of course not. Just now he was just trying to pull a tiger's skin to raise a flag. This corrupt official has something in his heart. He was so frightened by me that he naturally did not dare to gamble with his life and fortune."
On the one hand, the soul-moving method planted a seed in the heart of the Silver Medal Messenger, causing him to subconsciously believe Murong Fu's hint. But more importantly, this kind of thing cannot be proven at all. Even if it is nine out of ten, it is false.
Yes, but those 11 or 2 events really happened, it was life-threatening for this guy, he didn’t dare to bet.
Hearing Murong Fu clarify the facts, everyone couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief. Ying Gejiao panted and patted her chest and said, "It's so dangerous. If it weren't for Young Master today, Wanyan's department would be in danger."
Aguda also praised with admiration: "Murong, you are the most intelligent and courageous warrior I have ever seen."
Murong Fu had no intention of staying on this topic any longer and asked, "I just heard from the silver envoy that the Wanyan tribe's tribute came from several other tribes. What's the truth?"
Hearing this, everyone in Aguda fell silent. After a long time, Aguda sighed heavily, with a look of resentment on his face: "Our Wanyan Department has been enduring this kind of thing for decades, and it's not just today.
!The Khitan people treat us Jurchens as slaves and hawks and dogs. They are greedy and dissolute. In order to hunt, we Jurchens try every means to capture Haidongqing. If they cannot complete the task, they will capture and torture the men in the tribe. How much?
People lost their lives because of this.”
"They set up a sales market, nominally to do business with us Jurchens. In fact, they forcibly purchased our Jurchens' products at extremely low prices. A good tiger skin can only be exchanged for a bucket of grain.
In order to ensure that our Jurchens would give them all the things, the Khitan people also sent the so-called silver envoys. Most of those guys who killed a thousand swords were as greedy, lustful and lewd as the fat pig just now. They came to the Jurchen tribe
Just like one emperor after another, he drives the young and the strong, whips the old and the young, and seizes women!"
When Aguda said this, the look of resentment on his face was undisguised, and Wu Qimai and others were also silent.
Aguda said: "We Jurchens are born warriors born in the white mountains and black waters. Unfortunately, we are scattered. If we unite and resist the tyrannical rule of the Khitans, we will surely overthrow them! Why should we crawl at their feet?"
When Wu Yashu heard that his brother was becoming more and more bold, he was frightened and hurriedly reprimanded: "Aguda, shut up. Do you know what you are talking about?"
Being scolded by his brother, Aguda became even more excited: "Brother! Of course I know what I'm talking about! Am I wrong in what I said? Have you forgotten how my sister-in-law died? He even wanted to destroy that fat pig.
Our little sister, had it not been for Murong today, our little sister would have suffered the same fate as our elder sister-in-law. Have you forgotten all this?"
Wu Yashu was silent. His brother's words obviously aroused his painful memories that had been buried for a long time. He squatted down slowly, and after a long time he murmured: "But, what can we do? Hasn't it always been like this for a hundred years?
?"
Murong Fu quietly listened to the argument between the two Aguda brothers. When both of them were silent, Murong Fu spoke up at the right time: "Of course there is a way. Nothing is impossible in this world. Twenty years
, it only takes twenty years for the Jurchens to defeat the Khitans and drive them into the desert."
Aguda and others suddenly stood up: "What did you say?"
Murong Fu said: "I said that in another twenty years, the Liao Kingdom will be defeated by the Jurchens. At that time, you can all take revenge."
Aguda and others looked puzzled, obviously they couldn't believe what Murong Fu said, but there was a hint of excitement in their doubts: "Murong, is there any basis for what you said?"
Murong Fu said: "You can do a lot of things in twenty years! More than a thousand years ago, there was a king in Han Dynasty. He was defeated by his enemies and suffered great humiliation. However, he only took twenty years.
Then he destroyed his enemy. He hung a piece of gall on the beam and tasted it every day before eating to remind himself not to forget the shame of defeat. He slept on a pile of firewood every day and lived like this for twenty years.
.This is a story often told by people in the Central Plains about lying on the firewood and tasting courage."