Murong Falcon, who was the guard of the Hanging Pot City, half-squatted in front of the grave, poured the bottle of green plum wine bought from the Jiangnan of the Central Plains in his hand on the loess in front of him, and threw out the special fire fold for the army from his waist, lit the yellow paper in his hand, and continued to say to himself:

"Old fellow, when I first followed you, I kept complaining about why the general would assign me to you, I entered the barracks to make meritorious contributions, not to eat and wait for death, to be an old oilman, and to stay up until I was discharged from the army.

It wasn't until after you left that I didn't know that you hadn't made an inch of success for so many years, but that you had given your military exploits to your recruits, why did those lieutenants and generals be so polite to you on weekdays, it turned out that they were all your subordinates, and they were more or less favored by you for today's achievements. ”

Murong Falcon held the burning Huang Zhi in his hand, as if he couldn't feel the scorching sensation in his hand, and continued, "It is said that you are greedy for life and afraid of death, but if you hadn't taught our brother how to live, we would have died on the battlefield long ago."

Do you know? After you left, that guy from Huyan never wore cowhide boots again, and even now that he is the marshal of the royal army, he still wears sheepskin boots.

Hey, you said that you, old man, why didn't you let us know when you gave the military merits in your hands to Dong Changling, if it weren't for a time when you were drinking, this royal court festival envoy drank too much and said that he leaked his mouth.

I didn't know until I died, but this new soldier who was as thin as a bamboo pole at that time was able to do the festival was actually credited to you.

Today is your birthday, and my brothers were supposed to come, but they all had their own things and couldn't come, but don't worry, I told them, and when they are done, they must come to see you. ”

When Murong Falcon was talking to himself, the yellow paper in his hand had already been burned to ashes, and Murong Falcon ignited a handful again.

"Before I came to see you, Hu Yan came to me and said a lot, the fat boy who was so scared that his legs and stomach trembled when he went to the battlefield at the beginning has now become a big devil who makes the officers and soldiers of the Central Plains frightened, hahaha, didn't you think of it.

Seriously, even we didn't expect our brothers to have the glory they have today, but like you said, what you want to see most is not our achievements, but to live well......"

The two handfuls of yellow paper burned out, Murong Falcon got up and clapped his hands, and said with a long sigh, "Don't bother you to drink and eat meat, I will leave first, and I will come to see you when I have time." ”

The soldiers behind him saw their city lord get up and hurry, all turned over and got on their horses, and a scout-born captain rode his horse, and after approaching Murong Falcon, he arched his hand and said, "City Lord, the city lord of Helian City of Yuhua City was killed outside the city, and hundreds of ironclad wolf riders were killed together, and General Hui Lie sent a letter, saying that this group of Central Plains masters who killed the city lord of Helian are approaching us, so let you deal with it carefully." ”

Murong Falcon was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became gloomy and terrifying again, and he said in a deep voice, "Helian Qianshan, a reckless man who is greedy for merit, his death is not a pity, but it's a pity that this hundred wolf rides is gone, hey......"

The captain bowed his head and said, "Then general, should we send someone to keep an eye on these Central Plains warriors, so as not to cause trouble in my territory?" ”

Murong Falcon looked up at the blue sky and white clouds above his head, today was a rare good weather, and then he turned his gaze back and said calmly: "Tell Hui Lie that our responsibility is to ensure the safety of the people in Hanging Pot City, if they don't come to provoke us and don't hurt the people, then I won't risk the lives of my soldiers."

As for if he wants the lives of these people, let him take it himself, the rivers and lakes are in trouble, and the duties of a soldier are to protect the family and defend the country, go into battle to kill the enemy, and if there is no military order, it will be difficult to obey the fate. ”

"My subordinates understand."

The sound of horses' hooves in the wilderness continued, and it grew farther and farther away.

……

The scale of the Hanging Pot City is much larger than that of Yuhua City, the alleys in the city are regular, and the people are constantly talking and laughing, not to mention that under the governance of Murong Falcon, the Hanging Pot City has become a rare place to live in Xilin Lege.

In the city of hanging pots, you will never see bullying people, thieves and bandits, and you will never see officers and soldiers bullying the people.

For the people of Hanging Pot City, they were lucky to have Murong Falcon, but unfortunately, there was only one Murong Falcon.

The hundred horses walked in the narrow alleys of the town outside the city, and after this town was the official road, which meant that they were about to enter the Hanging Pot City.

As he walked, Murong Falcon suddenly stopped, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and the moment he raised his hand, the hundred horses behind him almost all stopped at the same time.

Then the city lord from the battlefield looked up at the roof in the distance, and said sharply: "Everyone who comes is a guest, and it is not the royal style to hide it so much. ”

"Hahaha."

A hearty laugh rang out, and a moment later, a young man dressed in a Central Plains brocade robe with a saber at his waist appeared on the path in front of Murong Falcon under the protection of two brocade hat mink fur guards.

This young man has fair skin, a delicate face, and a fan in his hand, if it weren't for the two royal guards behind him, no one really thought that this young man would actually be the son of the current crown prince - Yelu Changqi.

The Northern Barbarian royal family is luxuriant, and the current prince is a young man, and there are as many as eighteen sons under his knees, but only the current Great Khan of Yelu Chang Qi Shen likes it, perhaps because he is different from those sallow and sallow brothers and younger brothers who are five big and three thick!

This royal grandson is also a restless lord, he likes the Central Plains culture since he was a child, not only imitates the Central Plains scholars in terms of dress, is familiar with the classics of the Central Plains, and even writes in the Central Plains script, becoming an outlier in the Northern Barbarian Court.

Even so, the current Great Khan still can't put down this grandson, which is puzzling, the Great Khan Yelu Rongguang can be said to hate the Central Plains Dafeng Dynasty, but he prefers this grandson who likes the Central Plains culture, which is somewhat confusing.

This Wang Sun is also quite talented in martial arts, and he has the strength of a half-step spirit at a young age, which is why he can be safe and sound in the royal court for so long, otherwise he would have been expelled from the royal court long ago.

For Murong Falcon, this Wang Sun is not a living person, a few years ago, this Wang Sun had a close relationship with his cousin, according to the generation, this Wang Sun had to call his cousin when he saw him.

"Where has the city lord of Murong been, but let me wait for a while." Yelu Changqi said very politely.

Murong Falcon sneered softly, "The young master is here, I, Murong Falcon, should welcome me, but what do you mean by stopping me here for no reason?" ”

If it were someone else, he would definitely not dare to be so presumptuous in front of Emperor Yelu, but Murong Falcon would dare, and he had always been like this, and he was impeached by the Eight Kings' subordinates because of this.

But every time he was either suppressed by the Murong family or carried by his two brothers in life and death in the royal court, otherwise, if he hung this political achievement in Huhu City, there was no need for Murong Falcon to stay in this place for five years.