Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

Zhao Huan frowned slightly and looked at Qin Hui. At this time, how do you want me to make the decision for you?

Do you think I'm a fool for helping the Yuan people suppress our own people?

"Your Majesty, Murong Jiedushi is young and energetic. He doesn't know how to be tactful. Please forgive me."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Murong Jiedushi is a sweetheart at first sight. It's not a big problem to tell the truth."

Some generals who were not on good terms with Qin Hui also began to plead for Murong Fu.

When Qin Hui saw this, he also knew that he should not embarrass Murong Fu at this time. He changed his mind and said calmly:

"Your Majesty, this veteran was confused for a moment. Please don't blame Murong Jiedushi."

When Zhao Huan heard that Qin Hui was the first to admit his mistake, he felt relieved that he had been unhappy about speaking for Huo Du.

"What's wrong with Prime Minister Qin?"

"Old minister, I only thought about the etiquette and integrity of the Song Dynasty, but I forgot that the other party provoked me first." Qin Hui shook his head and looked sad.

Murong Fu was stunned for a moment, and then he used a move to retreat instead of advance.

As expected of Qin Hui, I still underestimated him.

When it comes to politics, this old dog is a professional.

"Your Majesty, I made a mistake before, please forgive me for being quick to speak."

It was another surprise for Zhao Huan. He did not expect that Murong Fu would also apologize.

Not simple, not simple.

Young people are learning and selling now, and have fun.

"Okay, I forgive you for being young, so I won't blame you. Let's compete with this Japanese... talented man."

Zhao Huan looked at that ugly Japanese guy and almost vomited.

It would really disgust him if his daughter married him.

He was really afraid that he would sever the father-daughter relationship with his daughter.

Murong Fu saluted, looked at Princess Roujia beside him, and said, "The answer to the first question is people."

"The answer to the second question is shadow."

Princess Roujia looked happy when she heard Murong Fu's answer: "Yes, yes, my father got all the answers right."

"Really, haha, congratulations to you, Roujia, for getting such a good match." Zhao Huan didn't think much for a moment, and borrowed Poxia's donkey to marry his daughter to Murong Fu. It was better than marrying a Japanese.

The Eight Wise Kings and others also hurriedly congratulated: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on getting such a good son-in-law."

"Wait a minute!" Huo Du retorted: "There's a fraud here. Who knows if this princess had negotiated with Murong Fu and gave him the answer in advance?"

"Little prince, what do you mean by this?" the Eight Wise Kings said displeased.

"It's not interesting. Since there is a question to propose, it is only fair that each of us should come up with the question separately!" Huo Dou said.

"Hmph, we in the Song Dynasty choose our own consort, what does it have to do with you how to set the question?" a military general said disdainfully.

Huo Dou "Haha" seemed to have known for a long time that this would happen, and took out a sheepskin package.

Open it slowly in front of everyone. ..

"What conspiracy does this Yuan Ren want to engage in?"

"It looks like a knife."

At this time, an old eunuch who saw it said in shock: "It's a dragon scale sword!"

"What? Dragon scale sword!"

"Isn't this the late emperor's sword?"

When everyone heard this, they were instantly in an uproar. The late emperor was Zhao Huan's father.

The imperial commander was forced to conduct the expedition in person, but it was revealed that the military plane was defeated and returned.

Not only did he die of serious injuries, but he also lost his proud knife.

It is said that this dragon scale sword is a relic passed down by Zhao Kuangyin.

It has some indescribable significance to the Zhao family and even the entire Song Dynasty.

When Huo Dou took it out at this time, he was clearly slapping everyone in the face.

"Snapped!"

The Eighth Sage King slapped the table hard and asked, "Huo Du, what do you mean? You are insulting our country, the Song Dynasty!"

"Haha, don't be anxious, this Eight Wise King, I know this dragon scale sword better than everyone here." Huo Du glanced at everyone proudly.

He continued: "What happened back then has turned into smoke. I took it out because I just want a fair chance to marry this princess."

"Oh, what do you mean, young prince?" Zhao Huan asked pretending to be indifferent.

"As long as Murong Fu beats my Japanese friend in riddles, I will return the original Dragon Scale Sword." Huo Dou said proudly.

"What if we lose?" Qin Hui also asked.

"It's easy if you lose. I will still return the sword to you, but the princess wants to marry my friend." Huo Du said with a smile.

"This..." Qin Hui looked embarrassed and whispered: "Your Majesty, it seems that no matter we win or lose, we can get the things of the late emperor..."

Zhao Huan didn't want to use his daughter as a bet.

However, the Dragon Scale Sword was too important to the Song Dynasty, so he said in a deep voice: "Okay, I agree."

"Father..." Princess Roujia was stunned. The man next to her had clearly won the battle to recruit a son-in-law.

Why must she be sacrificed!

However, as a woman, she has no right to speak at all in this era.

"Don't worry, it's okay. I won't lose." Murong Fu comforted him calmly.

"Really?" Princess Roujia seemed to be grasping at a life-saving straw, staring at Murong Fu closely.

Murong Fu didn't say anything more, and looked at the Japanese man next to Huo Dou: "If you have any riddles, tell me."

Dongying was stunned for a moment, then slowly said: "Okay, then I will give the question."

Everyone stood up and listened, listening carefully to the questions asked by the Japanese.

"What dies in the day is born again in the night."

Princess Roujia's face darkened, revealing a hint of despair: "What kind of riddle is this? Why have I never seen it before?"

"This question comes from a country even more distant than Persia. If you haven't heard of it, princess, it's normal." The Japanese said proudly.

"You...you know how?" Princess Roujia asked softly.

Murong Fu nodded naturally: "It's not a big problem, it won't trouble me."

"etc!"

Seeing how confident Murong Fu was, the Eight Sages King said:

"Since you have given the question, you must also reveal the answer. Otherwise, how will we know if it is correct?"

When Zhao Huan heard this, he understood the truth and ordered: "When someone comes, I will serve you with pen and ink."

As soon as he finished speaking, a eunuch handed a pen and paper to the Japanese.

The latter snorted coldly and said proudly: "No one can guess the answer to my riddle."

"It's hope!" Murong Fu said disdainfully.

"What!" The Japanese hand that had just picked up the pen suddenly froze and looked at Murong Fu in disbelief: "Did you guess it?"

"Is it difficult?" Murong Fu shook his head and asked contemptuously.

"Right?" Princess Roujia's cheeks were red and she couldn't believe that Murong Fu guessed the answer so quickly.

Zhao Huan, the Eight Sage Kings and others all looked happy and praised: "Haha, good, good, having Murong Jiedushi as envoy is really a great blessing to our Song Dynasty!"

The Japanese gritted his teeth and said, "I guess you guessed it right. I have a second question. I'm sure you've never heard of it!"

"Say it!" Murong Fu said nonchalantly.

The Japanese said solemnly: "What burns like fire, but when you die, it becomes cold?"