Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Half a month later.

Because the battle took place late at night, Murong Fu and others strictly restricted their deployment, and quickly implemented martial law after entering the Xixia Palace. Therefore, the conflict in the Xixia court did not cause much damage to Xingqing Mansion.

Only three days after Murong Fu brought Li Liangzuo back to the palace, the poor man who had been a puppet emperor for decades and finally experienced a few days of freedom said that his "virtue was not enough to rule the ministers and the people" and "voluntarily" "abdicate. After the throne transfer ceremony had been held a few days ago, because the new emperor was too young to rule the country, the emperor and the concubine were left to handle the affairs behind the curtain, supplemented by various auxiliary ministers to assist the young emperor.

Helian Tieshu, the former deputy commander of the front division of the palace, was given a rank of rank one and moved to the rank of commander of the bodyguard and military division, to command the Xixia troops and horses. The rest of the people received their own rewards. Although there were some minor conflicts, under the influence of the emperor and the concubine, Under the persuasion of Zhi Yiqing and Xiao Zhiyi, the abnormal sound quickly disappeared.

Inside the Xixia Palace.

"Good baby, don't cry, grandma will hold you~"

Looking at the less than three-month-old baby in Li Qiushui's arms, Murong Fu's understanding of these conspirators was once again refreshed.

Even if you are making it up, you still have to make up a decent reason? Just find an unweaned child from the public and say it is Li Yuanhao's great-grandson. This reason is actually accepted.

Murong Fu said: "Li Yuanhao was finally number one back then. If Quanxia Youzhi saw his descendants being played to this extent by someone with a foreign surname, he would probably be furious."

Li Qiu Shui smiled charmingly: "The master's nephew makes no sense. Then Li Yuanhao's surname is Li, and your uncle and I are also surnamed Li. How can we say he has a foreign surname?"

Murong Fu curled his lips disdainfully: There is a huge difference between this "Li" and that "Li". Strictly speaking, neither of them has anything to do with the person named Li.

Murong Fu didn't want to have this verbal dispute with Li Qiu Shui, so he went straight to the point: "I didn't expect those Xixia nobles to accept Master Li's return to power so easily. It seems that I underestimated Uncle Master's power in the Xixia court. What an influence.”

Li Qiushui took over Murong Fu's words with a smile: "What are you afraid of? Don't worry, little nephew. After a hundred years, uncle, won't these all be yours? By then, even if you want to change the name of Xixia to Da Yan, no one is stopping you~"

Murong Fu sneered: "A hundred years? Uncle Master, you are too modest. Ordinary people may have a rare longevity to live to the age of Uncle Master. With your cultivation, Uncle Master, if nothing happens, you will live another five or six years." Ten years is not surprising. Otherwise, why would my uncle lose face and set up an infant to be the nominal lord of Xixia?"

Li Qiushui was not annoyed when Murong Fu revealed his thoughts so frankly. Instead, she said to Murong Fu in her bone-tingling voice: "Why would my nephew think of me like this? My uncle is so sad~"

Li Qiu Shui's voice is like a seductive siren. Coupled with her naturally beautiful figure and her face that is imaginative under the gauze veil, anyone with a weak concentration will probably be confused by her and let her go. at the mercy of.

Murong Fu watched Li Qiushui's performance with great interest, as if watching a stupid person without saying a word.

Finally, Li Qiu Shui could no longer stand being stared at by Murong Fu as if he was looking at a fool, and reprimanded him in a slightly angry tone: "Humph, what an incomprehensible guy, you've ruined this good-natured person for nothing." .”

Murong Fu said with a smile: "Not understanding the customs has the advantage of not understanding the customs. There is no need for my uncle to use the methods used to deal with those subordinates of his uncle on Murong Fu. Let's talk about what happened after Xixia!"

"I have done a lot for my uncle this time, and I believe that my uncle will not treat my nephew badly. These are my nephew's conditions. Please take a look at them!"

With that said, Murong Fu gently pushed a piece of white paper towards Li Qiu Shui. Li Qiu Shui just glanced at it for a few times, then his face turned pale and said angrily: "Murong Fu, are you kidding me? Even if this condition is I can't satisfy you even if I squeeze Xixia dry, so you might as well get Li Liangzuo back now and see if he can agree to your conditions!"

No wonder Li Qiushui was so angry, because several of Murong Fulie's conditions were indeed a bit outrageous.

The first of these is to request three million kilograms of pig iron from Xixia, which must be paid within one year.

Three million kilograms of pig iron may not be a big deal in later generations, but in today's era it is an astronomical figure. Simply put, it is roughly equivalent to half of the armor on the existing horse infantry of Xixia.

The second item is to sell 100,000 dans of green salt every year at a price of 1,000 yuan per dan.

In short, apart from giving points symbolically, there is not much difference from robbing.

The most terrible thing is the request to cede Xining and other three states bordering Tubo to Tubo.

Li Qiushui suppressed his anger and said: "The rest can be discussed, but we must not agree to the separation of the three states. If Tubo wants these three states, let it send troops to conquer them!"

Murong Fu agreed simply and neatly: "Okay, in that case, the third item is invalid, but the first two items remain unchanged. It's a deal!"

Li Qiushui was stunned for a moment. He never expected that Murong Fu would change his words so quickly. Why did he always feel like he was being tricked again?

Li Qiu Shui still wanted to bargain, but Murong Fu said coldly: "Uncle Master, do you really think that all the hard work I have put in this year is just a waste of time for Uncle Master? Sometimes it's better to just accept it when it's good, otherwise, next time if Uncle Master If you are kicked out of the palace again, don’t blame me for standing idly by!"

After inheriting the legacy of the Xiaoyao sect left by Wu Yazi, Murong Fu's financial resources had reached a level that was literally as rich as any other country. However, such a huge wealth remained in the Song Dynasty, except for raising prices to attract attention. What an effect.

The fact that Li Qiushui returned to Xixia so easily was largely due to the financial support of the Murong family.

"No, if you do this, those Xixia nobles will not agree. I can only agree to half of these two conditions at most!"

Murong Fu clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Okay, deal!"

Of course Murong Fu knew that he was talking too much, so he talked about green salt. Although the green salt from Xixia was of high quality and low price, it still cost twenty or thirty cents per catty. It cost one thousand money to buy one hundred and twenty catties and robbed it. There is no difference. As for pig iron, such a huge amount may require Xixia to sell iron to get it. His original thought was that it would be good to have three achievements, but he did not expect that Li Qiushui was not stingy enough.

Realizing that he had been tricked again, Li Qiushui glanced at Murong Fu faintly and sighed: "I really don't know where you learned this shrewdness from. Senior Brother Wuyazi is such an immortal figure, why did he accept you like this?" A shrewd philistine?"