Murong Fu looked solemn and said loudly: "Because your Majesty is the only one in the world who can destroy the Song Dynasty! If your Majesty is in danger, the Murong family will have no hope of revenge from now on."
"Oh?" Yelu Hongji's eyes flashed, "Sir, what do you mean by this?"
Murong Fu knelt down on the ground again and said, "I dare not hide this from Your Majesty. Murong Fu is indeed a descendant of Dayan..."
At the moment, he told his life experience, and also talked about the past when his ancestor Murong Longcheng was defeated by Zhao Kuangyin, and how he had stirred up disputes in the Song Dynasty over the years, hoping to cause chaos in the Song Dynasty. In short, he was very hostile to the Song Dynasty.
Hatred.
Yelu Hongji was even more surprised and happy when he heard this. He had always had ambitions to invade the south, and Murong Fu hated the Song Dynasty, and he saved his life. He was both civil and military. Such a talent came from heaven. Doesn't it mean that he was destined by destiny?
"Sir, you are truly a loyal and righteous man!" He laughed, "It's just that the Empress Dowager Gao in the Southern Dynasty now favors Su Zhe, and the government is clean and clear, so there is really no opportunity to take advantage of it. Even though you have talents that span the world, you were born at the wrong time."
Murong Fu sighed: "That's why the common people know that if they only rely on themselves, they will have no hope of revenge in their lives. Looking at the world, only the Liao soldiers with strong horses can make decisions for the common people. That's why they came thousands of miles to join the army. Unexpectedly, by chance, they saw
Rebellion is not good for Your Majesty. Even if the common people risk their lives, they will never dare to let Your Majesty make a mistake."
Yelu Hongji was even more happy and said with a smile: "Sir, you saved me. If you want any reward, just ask!"
Murong Fu was excited and hurriedly clasped his fists and said: "The common people only hope that your majesty will take you in. He will go south to attack the Song Dynasty in the future, and he is willing to be a vanguard!"
Yelu Hongji laughed loudly and patted Murong Fu on the shoulder: "We, the Liao Dynasty, have experienced disasters and have to rest and recuperate. But don't worry, sir. It can take as little as six months or as long as one year. I will definitely make your wish come true!"
As he spoke, he turned around and said to the person behind him: "You pass down the imperial edict and appoint Murong Fu as the Privy Envoy of the South Courtyard, in charge of the Wenquan tribe and the administration of Ding Fu.
Lead the rebels and return to Beijing."
Murong Fu was shocked at this moment!
After King Chu of Nanyuan was killed, the Privy Council of Nanyuan could be said to be the highest official in the south. The entire Sixteen Yanyun Prefectures, plus Xijing and Zhongjing, were under the jurisdiction of the Privy Council of Nanyuan, not to mention the Marshal of the Capital of Nanyuan.
He also took charge of the military power in the south.
With the military and political affairs in hand, it can be said that he, Murong Fu, has since transformed into a powerful figure!
Murong Fu was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. Seeing Yelu Hongji looking at him with a smile, he immediately fell to his knees and shouted in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, Murong Fu, has accepted the decree. Thank you for your kindness!"
"Okay, cool!" Yelu Hongji laughed loudly, "Brother Murong Xian, from now on you will be stationed in Nanjing to find out the reality of the Song Dynasty. When the time comes, we will send troops to the Central Plains!"
On the way back to Beijing, Murong Fu couldn't calm down for a long time. Half his life was wasted. Today, the clouds finally opened and the moon came out. What a pity!
Dad, the kid did it!
What he wants most now is to let his father see his achievements. Unfortunately, his father's dragon has never seen its end. The world is so big that he doesn't know where he is.
"This matter will spread throughout the Central Plains soon. Dad will definitely hear the news, and he will be proud of me!" Murong Fu thought.
He also thought that now that he had established a great career, it was time to start a family.
Thinking of this, he thought of Wang Yuyan again, and a bit of resentment suddenly arose in his heart.
"Bitch! There's someone else named He, just wait!"
It was when He Xie was approaching the foot of Shaoshi Mountain that he received the news that Murong Fu had assumed power in the Liao Kingdom. He was very pleased. My dear boy, you have lived up to my hopes.
"Oh, I didn't expect that Murong Fu would suddenly transform and become an important minister of the Liao Kingdom!" Qiao Feng shook his head and sighed, "It's in vain that I always thought that this person is a loyal person. He really has an evil heart."
Behind him, Qi Liu said: "Could it be that the helmsman doesn't know that the Murong clan is originally from Xianbei. How can a foreigner be loyal to the Song Dynasty?"
He Xie smiled: "I just hope this person will not be ambitious, otherwise the people will suffer again."
When everyone heard this, their hearts were heavy.
He Xie added: "While Chief Quan is in charge of the overall situation of Chang'an, he still doesn't forget to pass on news to us at any time, which is considered thoughtful."
Qiao Feng smiled and said: "This person was very good at collecting intelligence information when he was in the Beggar Clan, and he has made many meritorious deeds."
"Second brother, you are in charge of the Dongtang team, and intelligence is the top priority." He Xie said, "You might as well communicate with this person more in the future. I think he won't let you down."
Qiao Feng was shocked when he heard this and nodded slowly: "I understand, little brother."
He Xie only gave him a nod because he found that Qiao Feng was too easy to be mixed up with his own emotions. Just because he felt that Quan Guanqing was not a good person, during the inspection in Chang'an, the two people had almost no communication except polite greetings.
.
In fact, this was completely unnecessary. In order to apologize to him, Quan Guanqing chopped off his little finger, and even showed his kindness to Qiao Feng. If Qiao Feng still refused him thousands of miles away, given Quan Guanqing's character, he would not say anything.
He said that he was afraid that he would resent Qiao Feng from now on and lay the foundation for disaster in the world in the future.
Qi Liu rolled his eyes and hurriedly changed the subject, saying: "Your Majesty, I heard that Shaolin has invited heroes from all over the world this time, and the Beggar Clan, Wutai Mountain, and the iron-faced judge Shan Zheng and other famous figures from the big sect arrived early in the morning. My subordinates thought that
, this matter must be prevented.”
He Xie looked back at him and said, "Do you think they will be detrimental to my world?"
Qi Liu nodded: "Yes, Shaolin wrongly accused Captain Qiao of murdering people, which led to the massacre at Juxian Village. If they were to take on this matter, their reputation would be greatly reduced. My subordinates believe that Shaolin will not be willing to do this."
Qiao Feng hesitated and said: "The eminent Shaolin monks are compassionate, shouldn't they be so?"
Qi Liu laughed and said: "Master, if we are in peace with Shaolin, the masters will naturally be merciful, but we are looking for trouble. The eminent monks are afraid that they will roar at us, just because they want to do it first
Only by being compassionate to Shaolin can you be compassionate to the world, and your compassion for me, the Tianxiahui, ranks last."
Qiao Feng couldn't help laughing when he heard what he said was interesting, but then he realized what he said and couldn't help but think deeply.
Shaolin masters are indeed compassionate, but in order to protect the interests of Shaolin, they can even abandon their own character and cultivation. So just because I don't like Quan Guanqing, I keep a distance from him, considering the interests of the world.
Is it really right to ignore it?
While they were talking, several people had arrived at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain.
Shaolin, here we come.
However, in the Zhike Pavilion at the foot of the Juggling Mountain, He Xie met an unexpected person.
Huang Shang.
Huang Shang and an energetic old man were sitting in the pavilion talking. Not far away from them, a group of officers and soldiers were waiting next to them, guarding a sedan. Obviously, this old man was afraid of being of high status.
Seeing He Xie, Huang Shang's face suddenly became happy, he stood up and bowed to the old man, said something, and hurried over to this side.