After leaving the Xixia Palace, Yelu Yanxi, who had never spoken a word, suddenly surrounded Murong Fu in a corner surrounded by guards.
"Murong Fu, doesn't it feel good to be wanted by the Song Dynasty? No wonder he came to Xixia to seek protection!"
Yelu Yanxi looked at him sarcastically.
Originally, he disdained these people in the world, but when leaving the palace, he suddenly thought that if the other party was accidentally caught by people from the Song Dynasty, it would be troublesome for them.
Anyway, if they meet here, they will simply capture the other party without any hesitation, or kill him directly. In that case, no one can find the other party, and Da Song will be convicted of designing to frame Xiao Feng.
Murong Fu didn't know what the other party wanted from him for a moment, but after noticing the killing intent flashing in Yelu Yanxi's eyes, he understood it instantly.
"Since the prince knows my identity, he only brings a few people here today. Isn't it too confident?"
Yelu Yanxi sneered: "The so-called people in the world have just learned the monkey trick of three punches and two feet. Do they really think they are invincible?"
Murong Fu saw that he had such contempt for martial arts masters and couldn't help laughing: "Interesting, interesting, Xiao Feng is just a defeated general under me. He can capture enemy generals from thousands of armies. You don't think that I can even defeat them." He’s not as good as him, right?”
At the moment when Yelu Yanxi was stunned, more than 20 elite warriors around him suddenly fell to the ground without warning, with a thin line of blood in their throats, as if the flesh had been cut open, and the blood could not be drawn in time. It was as if it was closed when it flowed out, and they all died after their throats were sealed with a sword.
"Wha...what?"
Yelu Yanxi's expression changed drastically. Seeing the scene before her, her hands and feet instantly became cold. As she staggered back, she tripped over the corpse beside her and fell to the ground.
"I didn't expect that the dignified prince of the Liao Kingdom could be such a weak coward. Get out! If you dare to appear in front of me tomorrow, I will kill you!"
Murong Fu's tone was full of coldness and murderousness, which frightened Yelu Yanxi into getting up from the ground and ran away in panic.
He didn't doubt the other party's words at all. After all, Murong Fu had even killed the Nanyuan King of Liao Kingdom, so why would he care about killing him one more time?
However, what Yelu Yanxi didn't know was that even if he was a little tougher, Murong Fu would not really kill him.
After all, Yelu Yanxi was the crown prince of the Liao Kingdom. Murong Fu had already gone too far by killing Xiao Feng. If he killed Xiao Feng again, Yelu Hongji would definitely be furious, and he might give up the invasion of the south and join forces with the Song Dynasty to achieve peace. The world is trying to catch him. If things really turn out like this, it would be a bit impulsive!
And the other person is more useful alive than dead. If it is not necessary, even if the other person jumps repeatedly in front of him like a clown, Murong Fu will not kill him.
As Yelu Yanxi left, four men in black walked out secretly and knelt on one knee behind Murong Fu.
"Master!"
The four people spoke in cold tones without any emotion.
Murong Fu nodded and said: "Dispose of their bodies to avoid unnecessary trouble!"
After that, he left the place, and within half the time of burning the incense, all the corpses on the ground disappeared.
As for Yelu Yanxi, he actually left Lingzhou City overnight and did not dare to stay for a moment longer.
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The next day, due to Yelu Yanxi's departure, Duan Yu felt that his opportunity had come. Maybe he wanted to stop Murong Fu, and he said it was for the happiness of Wang Yuyan and the others. Maybe he also wanted to truly win against the opponent once. Originally, it was just Coming to cope with the task, he was suddenly full of fighting spirit.
The group came to Qingfeng Pavilion as promised and were received by the maid Xiaolei.
Xiaolei looked around with beautiful eyes, and when she saw Murong Fu, she felt relieved for the princess.
Seeing that just a maid next to the princess was already so elegant and graceful, and thinking of the Yinchuan princess, she was probably even more stunning. For a moment, the minds of everyone present became active.
After enjoying tea and snacks, some impatient people asked Xiaolei when the princess would come out.
Xiaolei smiled and did not answer, but said to herself: "The princess is familiar with poetry and loves music, chess, calligraphy and painting, so the prince-in-law she chooses must be of the same mind."
"This time the princess ordered the maid to invite you to taste tea in the Qingfeng Pavilion because she wants to identify your knowledge and accomplishments. Now the maid will inform the princess of the results. After understanding, the princess can choose her favorite among you. The prince-in-law!"
Hearing this, some impatient people were frightened and immediately straightened their sitting postures without smiling.
When Duan Yu heard this, he was overjoyed. He had received all kinds of palace education since he was a child, and he had absolutely no problem in cultivating etiquette. He was also proficient in poetry, song, music, chess, calligraphy and painting!
But when it came to chess skills, he couldn't help but glance at Murong Fu beside him, thinking that in terms of chess, he was probably far inferior to the one who cracked the Zhenlong chess game.
After that, Xiaolei brought calligraphy and paintings for everyone to appreciate. Each person wrote an inscription on the paper based on the work of a famous artist, and then handed it over to the princess for reading.
Murong Fu was really amused by the tricks Li Qinglu performed. He wrote the word "Murong Fu" on it and handed it to Xiaolei.
After Xiaolei saw it, she couldn't help but laugh. Her face turned red, which seemed a bit lively and cute.
Although Murong Fu cursed in his heart, he knew that Li Qinglu had nothing to do. After all, this matter related to the face of the Xixia Kingdom. She could not directly identify Murong Fu as the consort, so naturally she had to do some stage work to show others.
Then came the music, poetry and other tests, which stumped those wealthy people. They were all very anxious and stretched their heads from time to time to look at other people's tables, hoping to see something.
Looking at Duan Yu who was writing quickly and Prince Zongzan who was scratching his head and head, Murong Fu leisurely started to draw the little man. After finishing the drawing, he only needed to write the three words "Murong Fu" next to the little man.
Although Murong Fu was also quite proficient in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there were already enough things that required his brain. He really didn’t want to waste his brain cells on such things, otherwise, before long, these two strands of white hair would be directed elsewhere. spread
Back hall.
Looking at the exquisite little figures painted by Murong Fu, Li Qinglu's face was full of smiles. Although these little figures did not look like real people, it was not difficult to tell from their clothes and features that they were herself, which made her feel... It's novel and interesting.
Unknowingly, he also drew a little figure of Murong Fu according to the painting method above, and asked Xiaolei to hand it over to him on his behalf.
Just when everyone was watching Xiaolei coming out of the back hall expectantly, they saw her walking straight towards Murong Fu and handing him a note.
Seeing this situation, everyone felt a huge sense of disappointment at the same time, especially Duan Yu.
"Why is it him again? Why? Why on earth?"
"Why is God so unfair to me?"
Duan Yu clenched his fists tightly, veins bulged on his forehead, and his face was full of indignation.
It seemed as if wherever he was with Murong Fu, he would be blocked by thousands of mountains and everything would become unsatisfactory.
This feeling is enough to drive a person crazy!
