Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Three days later, Xixia, Xingqing Mansion.

This magnificent capital city located at the foot of Helan Mountain was built during the reign of the former Xixia lord Li Yuanhao. Reaching the Helan Mountain in the north and the Yellow River in the south, it has the advantages of both mountains and rivers. Relying on the agricultural benefits of "forcing the south of the Yangtze River" on the Hetao Plain, Xingqing Mansion was undoubtedly the largest city in northwest China at this time, with a population of 20 Although it is far less than the population of one million in Tokyo and Bianliang in the Song Dynasty, considering that the entire population of Xixia is only three million, this size of city can be regarded as a "super metropolis" of this era.

The layout and structure of Xingqing Mansion are all modeled after Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty. The outline of the entire city is phoenix-shaped, with Chengtian Temple as the phoenix head and mountains and rivers. The main residents in the city are the Xixia Forbidden Army and their families, as well as the central bureaucrats of Xixia. This group of people accounts for approximately half of the city's population.

The whole country of Xixia, from the common people to the upper-class nobles, believed in Buddhism, which was quite different from the Song Dynasty's belief in Taoism.

Murong Fu entered the city easily without exposing his whereabouts. At this time, Murong Fu had already used the art of disguise to change his appearance. His originally handsome and elegant face suddenly became ordinary, even ugly to a certain extent. His whole face was dry and stiff, just like a Like zombies.

Murong Fu looked at his appearance through a bronze mirror. He was speechless for a long time and touched his forehead with his hand.

There was no way, Li Yanzong's appearance was determined a long time ago. Even if Murong Fu wanted to change it now, he couldn't, so he had to follow the image of Li Yanzong in his memory and recreate his current zombie appearance.

Murong Fu complained about his venerable appearance countless times in his heart: This disguise technique is too crude. No wonder he didn't even get Princess Yinchuan in Xixia for so many years, so he just stopped doing business.

Walking on the street, looking around, there are all kinds of people, including Han Chinese, Khitan people, Dangxiang people, etc. The origins of the rulers of the Xixia Dynasty are also very interesting. According to later research, the Dangxiang people should be descendants of the Qiang people who migrated from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but the Xixia royal family at that time regarded themselves as Xianbei people.

And the appearances of these people are also various. In order to quickly get rid of cultural and psychological dependence on the Central Plains dynasty, Li Yuanhao, the founding monarch of Xixia, issued a "baldness order", which stipulated that men across the country must comply within three days. For a time, the whole country had a uniform "Mediterranean" hairstyle. The original inspiration for the "hair but not head" trick played by the Mongolian and Jiannu slaves in the Han Dynasty in later generations came from here.

Now times have changed, Li Yuanhao's soul returned to Jiuquan decades ago, and this baldness order has gradually become less and less important as the degree of sinicization in Xixia's country has deepened. Coupled with the frequent border wars between Song and Xia later, more and more Han people in the Central Plains could not stand the excessive conscription and expropriation caused by the Song Dynasty's repeated defeats in successive wars, and secretly ran to Xixia. Today, less than half of the people in Xixia are The original Han people in China. Therefore, Murong Fu, a green-robed weirdo with a Chinese man's bun on his head, did not attract much attention when he appeared on the street.

Murong Fu walked on the street with his hands behind his back, looking at everything in front of him, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

Compared with Zhengshuo from the Central Plains, Xixia is obviously more open and tolerant, making the best use of people and talents, and there is no empty-headed "Huayi distinction". This is why At the beginning of the founding of Xixia, Li Yuanhao suppressed the Song Dynasty with a mere population of one million. In addition to Li Yuanhao's own talent and strategy, this is also a very important reason.

Just in terms of attitude towards warriors, Xixia was much stronger than the Song Dynasty. Murong Fu was a middle-level military officer of the first rank. Not only did his annual salary be higher than that of civil servants of the same rank, but he also had his own separate courtyard in the Xixia Imperial City where every inch of land was at a premium. The most important thing is that Li Yanzong, the incarnation of Murong Fu, often stays away from Xixia for most of the year, but his salary and salary are still the same, which can be said to be treated with respect.

Murong Fu was rushing to his villa in the west of the city when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching. Although the distance was still far away, such a big movement was extremely clear to Murong Fu's ears.

Murong Fu couldn't help but frown: In such a busy city, horses are not allowed to ride. This is common sense. Racing horses on the streets these days is like racing in the central business district of later generations. And hearing this movement, there were at least twenty people coming. Who is so arrogant and dares to make such a big noise?

Nowadays, Xixia has changed drastically, and the political situation is no longer the same as before Murong Fu left Xixia last time. Such a blatant and unscrupulous guy must have a lot of background. In the past, Murong Fu would have been too lazy to deal with such a person, but now, he might as well use this person to throw stones at him.

So Murong Fu put his hands behind his back and walked slowly in the middle of the street. After a while, the sound of horse hooves was very close, and ordinary people on the street also noticed the approaching horse team. All the vendors and pedestrians immediately became confused and moved out of the way, but no one dared to complain.

Murong Fu raised his eyes and saw a cavalry of twenty-seven men in the distance, all dressed in splendid clothes, with horse-drawn carriages and carved saddles, splashing countless dust and sand. This group of arrogant and domineering people yelled at the passers-by on the street, and those who hid a little slower would be whipped by this group of slaves.

The leader of this group was a young man who looked to be about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old. He was the same age as Murong Fu. He had a high nose and deep eyes, and had obvious characteristics of a party member. As for his appearance, he could barely be called handsome, but the arrogance between his eyebrows brought his temperament down. The man was wearing a white robe, and he was speeding past surrounded by a crowd of wealthy slaves and stars holding the moon in their hands. Wherever he passed, chickens and dogs jumped.

Murong Fu frowned: He was actually wearing white?

The Xixia Kingdom is different from the Central Plains in that it advocates the color white. Even the name of the country at the beginning of the founding of the Xixia Kingdom was Dabai Gao Kingdom. It can be said that the status of white in Xixia is equal to the special color of the Xixia emperor. It is usually worn when attending major events such as sacrifices.

The young man in front of him was obviously not the emperor of Xixia, Li Liangzuo, and he was not of the right age. Then who could it be?

interesting.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly and suddenly had an idea in his mind.

So Murong Fu did not dodge, but continued to walk slowly forward in small steps.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man moved a step slower because he was holding a child in his arms and failed to avoid the oncoming horse team.

The leading man in white seemed not to have seen it at all. He did not dodge or evade, as if the people in front of him were not two people but two weeds. The other followers also had indifferent expressions on their faces, as if they had long been aware of such a situation. Things become routine.

In front of the approaching horse team, the old man's skinny body was as weak as a small boat in the sea. He could only desperately protect the child in his arms with his skinny body.

Seeing that a tragedy was about to happen in the busy city, all the onlookers turned their backs, unable to bear to watch the tragedy that was about to happen.

The next moment, there was a wail, a scream, and then there was a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Many people sighed silently in their hearts, lamenting the loss of two lives.

However, next, a high-pitched and long-lasting scream like a killing pig made everyone realize that something seemed to be wrong.

How could an old man and a child make such a big noise?

Everyone looked up and saw a scene they would never forget.

I saw that the man in white robe who was so domineering before had now fallen to the ground, and the handsome-looking sweat-blooded horse was pressing on his legs. At this time, there was no trace of indifference on the man's face anymore, and his throat was filled with heart-rending screams.

Along with him, there were several followers lying on the ground in a mess. Those who were more lucky just fell down, while those who were less lucky ended up like the young man in white and were crushed by the horse and broke their legs.

You must know that even an ordinary bad horse weighs three to four hundred kilograms. A horse like that that can travel thousands of miles in a day weighs at least seven or eight hundred kilograms with a saddle and other things. Such a heavy weight puts a heavy pressure on the leg. , the feeling can be imagined. No wonder the young man and his followers screamed so pitifully.

Murong Fu let go of the old man's hand and said nothing, but the old man kept thanking Murong Fu.

Murong Fu glanced at the old man, smiled, and said nothing. He turned around and strode towards the group of people he had knocked down just now, preparing to deal with the next trouble.

When the cavalry came over just now, Murong Fu used his energy to gain strength and threw away those who were at the front. Although the power of a galloping horse exceeds that of a thousand people, it is easy to tame a few fierce horses if you know that two people who fell from a cliff of several hundred feet can be caught in the blink of an eye.

The man in white screamed like a pig for a while, and cursed repeatedly in Xixia language, and then he freed the stunned followers from their dazed state: After all, in the eyes of these northwest guys with crude martial arts skills, , the hand Murong Fu showed just now can be described as a miracle.

A group of people scrambled to move the horse that was pressing on the man in white and foaming at the mouth. In the process, the man in white screamed like a pig but no longer had his previous indifference to human life. . Some people are like this. They are indifferent to the lives of others and cannot bear any pain themselves. When their lives are held in the hands of others like ants, they are often more ugly than ordinary people.

After the man in white was helped up, he immediately locked Murong Fu with a malicious look and ordered his subordinates in Xixia language: "Kill this person who used magic to harm this prince!"

A group of big men looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to move. The man in white yelled again: "Are you going to disobey this prince's order?"

At this order, the group of people hesitantly gathered around.