Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Murong Fu looked at Zhang Cheng's mediocre face across from him and felt that something was unusual: If he could bring this salt and iron envoy together...

Zhang Cheng, the Xixia salt and iron envoy opposite, also noticed the gaze cast by Murong Fu, but in the eyes of this salt and iron envoy, what stared at him was a pair of cold star-like eyes and a zombie-like sallow face. The combination of the two was so... At the same time, even those who are quite courageous will tremble in their hearts.

Hu Yanlei continued to introduce Murong Fu, raised his hand and pointed at a bald middle-aged man. The man was dressed in the attire of a scribe, with three crescent moon beards covering his thin, tight mouth. He neither smiled nor spoke during the whole process, and his indifferent expression was like an iceberg that could repel people thousands of miles away.

Hu Yanlei smiled and said, "Brother Li, why don't you guess the identity of this person?"

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly, then he grinned, shook his head and said, "This man looks like a civil servant in his dress, but when I think about Brother Huyan asking this, I'm afraid he is following the Song Dynasty's method of using civility to control military force?"

Hu Yanlei's eyes lit up: "Brother Li has good eyesight, that's exactly what happened. This person's name is Yeli Renjing, and he is now the Privy Councilor of Daxia."

Murong Fu was slightly startled: "Privy envoy? Eunuch?"

Hearing this, Hu Yanlei was speechless: "Brother Li's idea is really wild and unconstrained. It's a good thing that others didn't listen to it, otherwise we would be in trouble again."

Murong Fu also felt a little reckless and said apologetically, "Thank you for your advice, brother."

With Murong Fu's limited historical knowledge, he couldn't help but think of Tong Guan when he heard about Privy Envoy. However, even Song Huizong was still a little kid, so Tong Guan might still be sweeping the floor in some corner, right?

Hu Yanlei said: "This Yeli Renjing has a great background. His grandfather Yeli Renrong single-handedly founded the writing system of Daxia. No one in Daxia can match his achievements in this kind of achievements. Therefore, this Yeli Renjing has a great background." The Li family is also the number one noble family in Daxia."

Murong Fu smiled: "So, Yeli Renjing is also a civil and military official?"

A meaningful smile flashed across the corner of Hu Yanlei's mouth: "Isn't that right? This Yeli Renjing does not have the talent and learning of his grandfather, but he attaches great importance to the word "qinggui". He has been a Privy Councilor for almost ten years, but he can't even connect to Daxia I can’t figure out how many soldiers and horses there are. A big joke was made about this. When this guy was appointed as the deputy commander of the Horse Army, he didn’t even go to the government office for three consecutive years. He only knew how to be arty all day long, especially I like calligraphy and painting. He is such an incompetent mediocre official, but he is promoted step by step!"

A look of dissatisfaction flashed in Hu Yanlei's eyes.

Murong Fu felt like a mirror in his mind: using such a waste could be said to be the best solution for Li Qiu Shui. He can not only win over the old nobles of Xixia, but also firmly hold the real power in his own hands.

Hu Yanlei didn't want to dwell too much on this topic, so he looked at a monk and introduced Murong Fu: "That is the abbot of Chengtian Temple in Daxia, Master Yuangen. This master is said to be eighty years old, but He has a good way of cultivating qi, and he looks like he is only about forty years old. His internal skills are truly superb."

Hearing this, Murong Fu looked at the other party more, but that was all: compared to Tong Lao, Li Qiu Shui and others' handsome appearance, this was really nothing.

The old monk Master Yuangen opposite also noticed Murong Fu's gaze and smiled slightly. He lowered his head and returned the courtesy. His kind and humble smile was really a bit like a Bodhisattva's lowered eyebrows.

Murong Fu also stood up slightly to return the salute, and then said to Hu Yanlei: "Is this Master Yuan Gen the Grand Master of Daxia?"

Hu Yanlei said: "Exactly, but Master Yuangen is indifferent by nature and never participates in government affairs. It is the first time that he can come to this banquet!"

It sounds like he is an enlightened monk, but then again, Xuanci's appearance is also like that of an enlightened monk, let alone Jiumozhi. It's really not accurate to judge a person by his appearance.

The banquet continued in a seemingly harmonious atmosphere, until when it was about to end, an announcement broke the seemingly peaceful harmony: the prince of Nan'an has arrived!

Murong Fu's eyes narrowed slightly: What is supposed to come will eventually come.

I saw the young man who had been taught a lesson by me and cut off one of his fingers two days ago, staggering into the hall with the help of several attendants. A few bruises can still be seen on his face. Murong Fu didn't strike too hard. In addition, the boy's body was quite strong. After lying down for a few days, he was able to jump around. He was quite a character.

When the young man walked into the hall, he first noticed Murong Fu on the outside. He glared at Murong Fu with a malicious look. Of course, this kind of incompetence and rage was selectively ignored by Murong Fu.

This guy seems to be called Li Qianyuan, right?

Murong Fu vaguely remembered that Su Xinghe had introduced this person to him before.

But at last this kid was not so useless that he didn't make trouble directly in front of so many people. Instead, he glared at Murong Fu and walked away.

He walked straight to the emperor's uncle Li Yuansheng who was sitting on the throne, bowed down and said, "My child has seen your father!"

The emperor's uncle Li Yuansheng showed a warm smile when he saw his son's arrival. Then he noticed his son's strange behavior and asked with concern: "We haven't seen him for several days. Why is my son so embarrassed?"

It turns out that the tradition of Xixia is different from that of the Central Plains. When a man reaches adulthood, he must establish his own family and separate from his parents, even the royal family is no exception. Although Li Qianyuan is the crown prince, he is no exception and has established his own tent outside early.

Li Qianyuan gritted his teeth, glanced back, and finally said: "I would like to inform my father, my son was hunting some time ago and encountered a ferocious tiger. He suffered a slight injury while fighting with it, but he is no longer seriously injured. I'm sorry for your concern! "

Hearing his son's answer, Li Yuansheng's eyes flashed with surprise, and then he stroked his beard happily and said: "Okay, my son actually has the courage of a tiger, and he is worthy of my name as a warrior of the Great Xia! Come and watch! "

Li Qianyuan's hands were hidden in his sleeves, so nothing unusual could be seen.

As soon as he appeared, the atmosphere of the banquet became a little subtle, and the people closest to him lowered their voices intentionally or unintentionally. Those far away from him cast meaningful glances at him from time to time. It seemed that the prince's experience of being beaten up on the long street had spread.

Li Yuansheng asked: "My son has put himself in danger and killed the tiger himself. Will he gain something?"

Li Qianyuan was eager to say: "Father, the child fought with the tiger and captured it alive after a hard fight. Now this evil beast is outside Yongxing Palace!"

Murong Fu almost laughed out loud after hearing this: This kid thinks he is Xiao Feng, and he still captures a tiger alive? Not afraid of blowing the cowhide.