Chapter 695: Murong Yin Wind
At the same time, the Wind and Thunder Empire, on the northwest border, sits a magnificent palace, Zhenxi Palace.
Here, it is the White Tiger Army, the fief of the Murong family.
Since a year and a half ago, Murong Shan, the head of the Murong family, was assassinated and killed in the imperial capital, and he was implicated in the nine princes of the royal family. The Murong family took advantage of the situation to persecute the royal family, gave his family the title of prince, and cut off the autonomy of more than 30 prefectures and counties in the northwest, becoming the real country of China, and his status soared to nine heavens, surpassing the other four major warlord families.
At this moment, the White Tiger army is strong and strong, and the grain and grass are sufficient, which is enough to replace the Wind Thunder Emperor's family.
All that's missing is an opportunity.
The world is in turmoil, and the country is not a country's opportunity!
The melodious music floated in the sky above the palace, and in the hall of the palace, a dancing girl with a graceful figure danced in front of the hall like a butterfly wearing flowers, and the surrounding old men were fascinated, their eyes were shining, and they were about to flow down.
There was only one person, who was in the high position of the main seat, but his eyes were closed the whole time, and he shook a peacock feather in his hand, and beat it leisurely, as if he was just immersed in this beautiful music, and did not care about the dance.
When the music died down, the man swayed his feather feather slightly, and the dancing girls all bowed down and bowed respectfully.
Slowly opening his eyes, the man glanced at everyone present, some had already withdrawn their gaze from those beautiful dancing girls, and turned to look at the master of the upper position, while some were still reluctant, staring out with straight eyes.
Suddenly, he smiled.
"General Zhang, General Li, do you like it?"
"Huh...... Hey, hey, hey......"
The two big men trembled, hurriedly turned their heads to look at the person in the upper position, and scratched their heads embarrassedly.
The man smiled slightly and waved his hand slightly: "If you like it, then they will reward you all?"
"Uh...... Lord, how can this be embarrassing?"
"This king asks you if you want it. ”
"Yes, thank you for the reward, hahaha!"
Nodding hurriedly, the two of them replied without thinking about it.
The man shook his head with a smile, but soon his face turned cold, and he shouted: "Come on, push these two out and behead them, and those dancing girls will give them a funeral, so that they can have a good time down there." ”
"Yes!"
With a loud shout, a general immediately came in outside the door and tied the two people out.
The two of them were stunned, completely stunned, and screamed: "What's going on? Lord, what did we do wrong? You treat us like this? Lord, Lord......
The cries of the two of them became farther and farther away, but the prince didn't even look at them, still smiling lightly and not saying a word.
Everyone present couldn't stop wiping the cold sweat on their heads, and their hearts were cold.
This person in the upper position is the current head of the Murong family, the third eldest of the Murong family, Murong Yinfeng.
Compared with his eldest brother Murong Shan's domineering and cold style, this Murong Yin style is notoriously moody. No one knows what he thinks in his heart, and he often beheads people for no reason.
But afterwards, there is enough reason, and no one will be unconvinced.
If Murong Shan is a tiger, then this Murong Yin Feng is a poisonous snake. Although they have the same prestige in the military, they have a very different feeling.
Murong Mountain is awe-inspiring, and this Murong Yin style is terrifying.
Since he sat on the throne of the king of the Northwest, the generals and retainers of the entire Northwest Army have not been unconcerned. If there is, it's just the dead fish eye that is afraid of the cold all year round.
Taking a deep breath, people's eyes couldn't help but look at the old man who was still trembling and sitting by the brazier in the summer, and his eyes were full of inquiry.
The corners of Murong Yinfeng's mouth twitched, and he also squinted at him, muttering, "Mr. Sikong, do you know why I killed the two of them?"
"There are three reasons!"
"Which three?"
"First, greedy for women, a taboo in the army. In the future, if you don't delay the military situation because of women, you will also seek glory for women's traitors. Staying is a hidden danger, just in case, it's better to kill early!"
The old man said lightly while roasting the fire.
Murong Yinfeng smiled and nodded: "What else?"
"Second, self-control is too weak, and there is no respect. The dance and music have stopped, and I still can't extricate myself. It can be seen that it is too easy to fall into a comfortable situation and cannot be extricated. If this is on the battlefield, it is easy to fall for the opponent's trick of luring the enemy. When the interruption continues, it is chaotic. Moreover, they only focus on dancing concubines, and they do not put the prince first, and they already have the appearance of disobedience!"
"That's right, but what about the third?"
"Third ......"
The cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, and the old man said firmly: "Incompetent people, the Lord has long had murderous intentions, and today is just an excuse!"
"Hahaha...... Sure enough, he is worthy of being the first strategist left by the eldest brother, and he really said everything to the heart of this king!"
Bang Bang Bang!
With a loud laugh, Murong Yinfeng applauded with admiration on his face, and the rest of the people also nodded vigorously, and all of them humbly cast a respectful look at the old man.
But the old man still had a low face, silent, calm and natural.
Suddenly, a loud shout sounded from outside the door: "Fourth, the prince wants to see Sikong Lengguang, one of the top ten strategists in the world, how far he can guess his thoughts." Sikong's predecessors probably knew this, but they didn't say it, is this a kind of disobedience?"
His eyes couldn't stop shushing, and the old man was no longer calm, but raised his eyelids and looked out the door.
At this time, a steady step slowly stepped in, cranking a feather fan, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes shining, but it was Yang Feng's royal military advisor, Zhuge Thirteen was undoubted.
Staring at this young figure tightly, Sikong Lengguang did not speak.
Murong Yinfeng grinned and said lightly: "Everyone, let me introduce to you, this is the newly invited strategist from my Zhenxi Palace, Mr. Zhuge Thirteen." Mr. Zhuge is a young talent, and in just one year after going to the imperial capital, he became the chief tutor of the School of Literature of Tianfeng Academy. Whether it is eloquence or current affairs argumentation, it is quite unique, and the Hanlin scholars who shook the entire imperial capital can be said to be in the limelight for a while! Today, this king has included Mr. Zhuge in the palace staff, what do you think?"
"The prince is wise, the prince is too wise. The staff of our Zhenxi Wangfu should have absorbed some fresh blood a long time ago. Otherwise, there are always some old men, who look like they are fast-forward to the coffin, what else can they do to put forward their unique achievements, the future is still young, hahaha!"
Nodding busily, everyone agreed.
Murong Yinfeng smiled slightly, then looked at Sikong Leng and said, "Mr. Sikong, what do you think?"
"It is a great fortune for the Murong family that the prince can reduce talents without sticking to one pattern and absorb young talents into the house. However, there is a matter that needs to be reminded, Mr. Zhuge was in the Huai'an Chamber of Commerce's president's house, Yang Mansion, right?"
His face was still calm and unwavering, but what Sikong Lengguang said was as sharp as a murderous blade: "The real murderer who killed my lord General Murong Shan back then was the Yang family!"
)