Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

The next day, Ma Mansion returned to peace.

What should be explained last night was already given to Ma Kongqun.

He put on his armor, said goodbye to Cuinong, and went to the court alone.

"Have you heard that Nan Murong, who is rumored to be here, will go to pilgrimage today?"

"Why haven't you heard about it? Cai Jing, the director of the Ministry of War, reported this matter yesterday."

"Hehe, this is going to be a good show. On the first day that boy entered the city, he beat up Ling Luoshi's men."

…

In the court hall, all the ministers looked like they were watching a show.

I can't wait to open a handicap to see who can win between the two traders.

There was only one of the Eight Wise Kings, and the old god remained silent without saying a word.

"The emperor has arrived!"

As the eunuch shouted, Song Qinzong Zhao Huan slowly walked to the dragon chair and sat down.

"Everyone who loves you, if you have the foundation to start a memorial, if you don't have the foundation to retreat from the court."

"Your Majesty, Murong Fu, the military governor of Pingjiang Prefecture, has come to Beijing to report on his duties and ask for an interview." M..

Zhao Huan was slightly startled, as if the name Murong Fu was very unfamiliar to him.

After thinking for a long time, he finally patted his forehead and said awkwardly: "Are you the one who competed with the Yuan Kingdom's Imperial Master?"

"Reply, Your Majesty, yes." Qin Hui replied.

"Ah, in that case, let him come up." Zhao Huan nodded and had Murong Fu summoned.

He also wanted to see who could make Yuan people so violent.

Murong Fu appeared outside the palace and saw the gorgeous royal court, and he couldn't help but feel deeply in his heart.

Thinking about his ancestors of the Murong family, they must have presided over court meetings and ruled the world in such a solemn place.

"Huh, when I unify the world in the future, I will definitely build a luxurious palace like this to show my national prestige."

Before Murong Fu could come out of his meditation, he was interrupted by the eunuch's shout.

"Xuan, the military envoy of Pingjiang Prefecture, Murong Fu entered the hall to meet the saint."

…

After several calls, a eunuch walked up to Murong Fu and said, "Pingjiang Mansion Jiedushi, come with us."

Murong Fu saw that it was his old acquaintance Eunuch Hua, and he smiled and said, "Long time no see, Eunuch Hua."

"Master Jiedushi, our family rarely goes out, so naturally we can't see you often." Eunuch Hua said politely.

"That's right, let's go, I haven't seen what the emperor looks like yet." Murong Fu said jokingly.

Eunuch Hua made a gesture of invitation.

He turned around and led Murong Fu towards the main hall.

Along the way, Dao also kindly reminded Murong Fu several times.

Soon, the two came to the door and entered the main hall after going through a very complicated procedure.

Murong Fu held his head high, walked to the front, bowed and saluted: "Pingjiang Mansion Jiedushi Murong has met our emperor, long live my emperor, long live my emperor."

Zhao Huan lowered his head and looked down at Murong Fu, as if his eyes were sleepy.

There was a faint smile on his face, and he didn't speak in a hurry.

Qin Hui was the first to ask: "Why didn't Murong Fu kneel down when he saw His Majesty?"

"I did not receive the official uniform and could only go to the palace wearing armor, so I could only perform a military salute." Murong Fu explained.

Zhao Huan nodded, not meaning to embarrass Murong Fu: "Get up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Murong Fu straightened up and stood calmly in the main hall.

"I heard that you have great prestige among the people and are called Nan Murong. Is it true or not?" Zhao Huan became interested when he saw Murong Fu's extraordinary appearance.

Murong Fu saluted and said, "Your Majesty, my name is not worth mentioning."

Qin Hui sneered and said: "Haha, Murong Jiedushi must be humble, if you only have this little reputation."

"Why is it that Yuan Guo's national master is not looking for anyone else, but he wants to compete with you specifically?"

Murong Fu looked up at Qin Hui and found that the other person was an old man in his sixties.

His face was full of wrinkles and his breath was weak, giving people the illusion that he was dying at any moment.

But upon closer inspection, Murong Fu couldn't help but frown slightly.

He could clearly see that there was energy hidden in Qin Hui's eyes.

He must have practiced some kind of Qi-nurturing and self-cultivation technique.

I don’t know if I can beat him, but I’m sure he can survive.

No wonder they all call him Qin Hui, old bastard. It turns out this guy has really practiced.

The Eight Wise Kings thought that Murong Fu didn't know Qin Hui, so he reminded him: "Prime Minister Qin is asking you something, why don't you answer it quickly?"

"Oh, Jin Lun Dharma King wants to challenge me, it's just because I killed a few of his disciples." Murong Fu came back to his senses and said calmly.

Qin Hui said contemptuously: "It is said that people in the world only know how to fight and kill. Now it seems that they are no different from rogues in the market."

When Murong Fu heard this, he didn't respond hastily like a shrew.

Instead, he responded to Qin Hui with a disdainful smile.

"What, the truth is wrong?" Qin Hui asked displeasedly.

Murong Fu shook his head and said:

"Xiang Qin is right, I regret it too."

"The people of the Yuan Dynasty should have been allowed to do evil, murder and plunder in our country of Song."

"This way, I won't be called a street scoundrel who only knows how to be brave and fierce."

Qin Hui frowned, feeling that something was wrong. Without opening his mouth, his subordinates already spoke out and retorted:

"When people in the Yuan Dynasty break the law in our country, they have their own officials to arrest them. Why wait for you to take action?"

"That is, if everyone does it, wouldn't it make the laws of the Song Dynasty become a piece of paper?"

"You guys, it's just a matter of using force to cause chaos."

…

Murong Fu listened quietly

It is said that a scholar's pen is sharper than a knife.

The mouth of a scholar is more cruel than an arrow.

It’s true when I see it today!

Zhao Huan was watching the excitement and did not mind that the matter was serious. Seeing Murong Fu's calm face but not speaking, he asked curiously:

"General Murong, are you silent because what they said is right?"

Murong Fu smiled and replied calmly: "The reason why I don't refute is not because what they said is right."

"It's because I think their words are nonsense."

As soon as these words came out, the entire court was in an uproar.

Some civil servants even loudly criticized:

"This is ridiculous. This person is disgraced. Your Majesty, please punish him."

"vulgar!"

"Asshole!"

“…”

He secretly looked up to the Eight Wise Kings who were optimistic about him, but he was also shocked into a cold sweat and quickly helped him out:

"Murong Fu, although you have only been an official for less than half a year, you don't know the rules of the court."

"You shouldn't be here either

Qin Hui sneered and said:

"What the Eight Wise Kings said does make some sense. Those who don't know are not to blame."

"But the court's rules still require four goals, so just drag him out and hit forty big boards."

When everyone heard this, they clapped their hands and applauded.

Seeing this, the Eight Wise Kings had no choice but to keep silent.

Secretly sighing that Murong Fu was so reckless and couldn't distinguish the occasion.

Seeing this, Murong Fu said disdainfully: "Your Majesty, I am telling the truth. I wonder what's wrong?"

"Well, you said that Baiguan's words were farts, are you right?" Zhao Huan was also a little confused by Murong Fu's coquettish manipulation, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

Murong Fu nodded seriously: "That's right, their words are like the stench of beasts - the stench is indescribable!"