In the palace of Prince Yan.
At this moment, the lights are decorated, the road is paved with red clothes, and it is a joyful and festive scene.
After learning that three days later would be the wedding day for King Yan and the eldest princess, the entire palace became busy.
However, in the study, Murong Fu did not pay much attention to the wedding banquet. Instead, he discussed with Huo Qianjun and Wei Liangcheng how to resist the Liao army after receiving the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty. ?.?????.???
With the two identities of King Yan and Prince Consort as cover, Murong Fu naturally could not let the Song Dynasty be destroyed by the Liao Dynasty, and even helped the Song Dynasty to repel the Liao Kingdom. This had always been Murong Fu's plan.
After all, what he wanted to do was to revive the Yan Dynasty, not to revive the Song Dynasty under the banner of King Yan after the Song Dynasty was destroyed.
"Today, the Liao army has more than 600,000 soldiers and horses, while the Song Dynasty has less than 400,000 soldiers and horses. It is entirely because the Liao army is not good at water warfare that it can barely resist. In addition, the Song Dynasty has not had a good general in decades. Talent, this results in the military camp being overpopulated with old and weak people. If we really fight the Liao army, our combat strength will be less than 300,000."
Huo Qianjun analyzed the situation.
Murong Fu said: "The Song Dynasty emphasized culture over military affairs and has been weak for a long time. It is not surprising that it has suffered such a defeat. Otherwise, there are thousands of Han people, and there is no need for us!"
Wei Liangcheng said: "According to the news from the Shadow Tower, Emperor Tian Zuo has given up fighting the rebels and plans to use all his troops to attack the Song Dynasty. I feel that Liaodong and other places can give up appropriately!"
Murong Fu nodded slightly and said: "That's what I have in mind, but it would be a pity to give up like this. I have asked Master Fan and Brother Gongye to negotiate with the Jurchen tribe on behalf of the rebel army, and use Liaodong and other places in exchange for their tribe's resources. .”
Huo Qianjun and Wei Liangcheng both had surprised looks in their eyes. They didn't expect their lord to be so decisive and had already thought of a way out.
Wei Liangcheng asked: "The next stronghold of the rebel army is..."
"Dragon City!"
Murong Fu said firmly: "It's time to return the old man's wish!"
After hearing this, the two people's expressions gradually became solemn.
As the capital of the Sanyan Kingdom, Longcheng was naturally a battleground for the Murong family. In addition, Longcheng was located in the Dading Prefecture area of Zhongjing, so it could also act as a deterrent to the Liao army.
"Yanmen Pass has just been captured by the Liao army. If we capture Dragon City in a short period of time, I'm afraid we will be attacked by both armies. It will be quite difficult!"
Huo Qianjun expressed his worries. After all, since the fall of Liaoyang Prefecture in Tokyo, the other three capitals have also sent additional troops. If the rebels capture Longcheng, they will only be afraid of the Liao army defenders at Dading Prefecture and Yanmen Pass in Zhongjing. , will all join forces to attack.
Murong Fu said: "This matter is simple. Although the rebel army's current troops are weak, aren't there still Jurchens?"
"The Jurchen tribe has been oppressed by the Khitans for a long time. We can completely use their strength to help us capture Dragon City this time. The Jurchen tribe is brave and good at fighting and extremely strong. If Liaoyang Mansion is used as a bargaining chip, they will definitely agree."
The Jurchens should be the only ones who could compete with the Liao cavalry on horseback. Murong Fu intended to give up the territory and let the rebels and the Jurchens fight together, not simply to borrow their power.
The purpose was also to familiarize the rebels with the Jurchen tribe's combat methods so that they could find a way to restrain this Fan tribe, which was more ferocious than the Khitans in the future.
At least for two hundred years, before the rise of Mongolia, the Jurchen tribe was the most important enemy in Murong Fu's eyes.
Just as the three of them were discussing, the housekeeper called outside the door: "Your Majesty, Mr. Han wants to see you!"
Murong Fu saw that it was almost time, so he asked the two of them to go back to rest first, and he followed the housekeeper to the front hall.
I saw Han Zhongyan sitting at the bottom and drinking tea leisurely. There was also a brocade box about a foot long on the tea table. I don't know what it was.
"Your Majesty!"
As soon as Han Zhongyan saw Murong Fu, he stood up and saluted.
Murong Fu patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "No need to be polite, just tell me if you have anything to say!"
The butler wisely led the servants to retreat.
Han Zhongyan said: "Before the great wedding, I shouldn't have disturbed the prince. However, the eldest princess asked me to bring this thing to the prince. Please forgive me!"
When he heard that it was related to the eldest princess, Murong Fu didn't know what to say, so he asked him to bring the brocade box.
Han Zhongyan handed it over respectfully.
Murong Fu opened the brocade box and took a look, only to see a white jade inlaid with gold, exquisite belt of wealth and glory, and a letter inside.
After opening the envelope, there were two lines of small words written in beautiful and graceful handwriting on the fine Yuan Shu paper.
"The bond between life and death is broad, and I will tell it to my son; I will hold my hand and grow old together with my son."
Murong Fu silently put the letter back into the envelope and closed it together with the belt in the brocade box.
"Other than that, does she have anything else to say?"
Han Zhongyan said: "Never."
Murong Fu waved his hand, and Han Zhongyan left wisely.
Time soon came to the wedding day of Murong Fu and the princess.
Unlike in the Western Xia Dynasty, Murong Fu did not have a residence, and the wedding was held in the palace.
This time, the wedding of Murong Fu and the eldest princess was held in Prince Yan's palace.
Etiquette was the most important thing in the Song Dynasty, and since he was marrying a dignified princess, the red tape involved was naturally even more complicated.
Therefore, just the two simple steps of picking up the bride and going to the church to get married took almost a whole day to complete.
After paying homage to heaven and earth, Murong Fu still stayed behind to accompany the guests attending the wedding banquet.
Fortunately, he drinks well, otherwise he would have been drunk by a group of friendly people.
However, since it was a princess's wedding, there was no such thing as making a wedding ceremony. After Murong Fu left Huo Qianjun and Wei Liangcheng to entertain everyone, he escaped smoothly.
Seeing the new house in front of them, an old nun saw this and hurriedly came over and said: "Your Majesty, please burn incense and take a bath before entering the bridal chamber!"
Murong Fu smelled the smell of alcohol on his body, but he didn't say anything. Under the service of a group of palace maids, the smell of alcohol on his body was washed away comfortably.
I don't know whether it was because the room was too hot or because of the steaming water mist. The young palace maids' cheeks were all red, as if they were drunk. Even when they bathed and changed Murong Fu's clothes, their whole bodies were in a daze, and their movements were jerky and slow. .
When Murong Fu changed into a red robe and left, he could still hear the whispers of the palace ladies in the bath room.
With red lights shining all the way, Murong Fu finally arrived outside his new house, which was brightly lit with candles.
After calming down in a good mood, he pushed open the door and entered, and a refreshing fragrance came. Coupled with the red gauze and swaying candles in the room, it couldn't help but make people feel charming.
On the edge of the bed, the eldest princess, dressed in a phoenix crown and a gorgeous new green dress, was made gorgeous and elegant under the ashes of jewels.
Coupled with her innate nobility, just sitting there, she is as beautiful as a picture.
Hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the jade hands holding the face-shielding fan couldn't help but tighten, slightly nervous.
