Martial Arts Begins and Marries Wang Yuyan

"Murong Jiedushi knows the Imperial Master?" Eunuch Hua asked curiously.

Murong Fu smiled "haha" and said that he didn't know him. Knowing him would only tarnish his holy name.

"Your place is in front, come with me." Seeing that Murong Fu didn't want to say more, Eunuch Hua didn't ask any more questions.

Soon, he brought Murong Fu to a place and sat down in a relatively front position.

Many talented people and beauties around him cast curious glances.

"Who is this person? How elegant is he wearing armor to sit at the table!"

"Is there any need to think about it? Regardless of his looks, he is probably a martial artist."

"Hehe, is he the only one who wants to marry the princess?"

…

Murong Fu had a calm expression on his face, feeling ridiculous listening to the words of these idiots.

There was only a country like the Song Dynasty that valued culture over military affairs and was afraid of rebellion by military generals.

Only then will this group of white-faced scholars be born whose brains are full of shit.

Without soldiers to protect their country, they are nothing. They have long become slaves of other countries.

Especially there were a few disgusting women mixed in there, with their teeth and claws bared, eager to call the soldiers into beggars.

As long as this was not Zhao Huan's back garden, Murong Fubao would have stepped forward and given each of them a big mouth.

Then send them to a brothel to let them experience the consequences of being mean-mouthed.

"Everyone, please be quiet, the princesses are here." A father-in-law came out and rang in everyone's ears with his sharp voice.

Everyone present stood up to greet him.

Murong Fu looked up and saw Zhao Huan wearing casual clothes.

He was being held by a woman, and his daughters appeared from time to time behind him.

"Strange, why does that person look so familiar? He looks a bit like Fu Jin?"

"Haha, friend, you said you know the princess?" At this time, a white-faced scholar approached Murong Fu and joked.

Murong Fu frowned. This man was obviously uneasy and had no good intentions, so he deliberately raised his voice loudly.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, other people around him were also curious:

"Hey, little general, do you really know the princess?"

"Yes, tell me, what is your official position? My father is a bachelor of the Hanlin Academy."

"Humph, my dad is still a counselor at the Ministry of War."

“…”

Murong Fu listened to the nonsense talked by several people around him and unknowingly started to show off his father.

I was extremely disgusted, afraid that they would suddenly say, "My father is Li Gang."

Fortunately, Zhao Huan stepped forward in time and solved his embarrassment.

"Everyone, the New Year has just passed, which is a good start to the year. I am calling you here today."

"I want to find a good match for my three daughters."

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area was in an uproar.

Some so-called talented people are gearing up, preparing to take advantage of this opportunity to leap over the dragon's gate.

"Haha, of course, my three daughters are not the only ones here today."

"There are many famous beauties in Kyoto. If you can find a good match among them, I will be very happy."

When the women in the field heard this, they all expressed gratitude.

You must know that women who have not left the court cannot see men, and their marriages are arranged by their parents.

Being able to personally choose a husband is a blessing in this era.

Now with Zhao Huan's words, it is equivalent to an imperial edict.

If the pairing is successful in the field, no one has the right to interfere.

After Zhao Huan finished speaking, his father-in-law stood up and explained the rules.

There is a jade vase in front of the men and women present, and an arrow on which their names and birth dates can be written.

If you hit the opponent, you can throw your arrow into the opponent's bottle.

If the other party also takes a fancy to you, they can do the same thing.

Afterwards, they left basic information with each other and waited for the man to come to propose marriage.

Murong Fu took a sip of the wine in his glass, feeling bored to death.

No matter how you look at it, it feels like a large blind date venue.

Come up again later and show off your talents. When you get off the stage, say one more sentence:

"Unfortunately, not you…"

This picture is simply not too beautiful.

While he was thinking about it, a woman wearing gorgeous palace clothes came out.

In an instant, the men around him screamed: "Look, it's Princess Roujia."

"She is the child of His Majesty and the Queen. She has a high status and is extremely talented."

Murong Fu glanced at the talented people around him and secretly admired them if they could use this momentum to obtain intelligence.

I am afraid that Song State will not be so weak now, and will not be able to hold its head up after being bullied by several surrounding countries.

"Everyone, I have prepared several questions today. Whoever can match them will be my consort!" Princess Roujia didn't waste any time and stood in the field and said bluntly.

"Princess, please tell me clearly. With so many people here today, one of us must be able to answer." A pretty boy in brocade clothes pretended to be proud and stood up to answer.

When the other people saw this, their expressions suddenly turned ugly, and they wanted to open their mouths to greet this person's eighteenth generation ancestors.

Seeing this, Princess Roujia smiled sweetly at the man and said, "Then let me ask."

"What has four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?"

After hearing this, everyone looked solemn.

Everyone bit their fingers, wanting to open their heads and dig inside.

"What's the problem? Why have I never seen it in lantern riddles before?"

"Yeah, this question is so difficult?"

"Is the princess just talking nonsense? In fact, there is no answer to the question at all."

A bolder man stood up and asked, "Princess, I wonder where your question comes from?"

Princess Roujia said generously: "My question comes from a Persian book."

"Ah, it turns out to be Fanbang's junk. No wonder we don't know the answer!" The man sighed and shook his head, obviously ready to give up.

Others also showed sad faces when they saw this.

Murong Fu shook his head and secretly looked down upon him.

Study to death, study to death, stupid!

Princess Roujia was slightly disappointed when she saw this, and then said:

"The second question is, what starts out very long, then becomes shorter, and finally becomes longer again?"

Everyone was silent again, and each one was left speechless by the question.

Princess Roujia couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. They said that there were many literati in the Song Dynasty, but none of them could guess her riddle.

Zhao Huan was also very embarrassed. He didn't expect his daughter to come up with any riddles. What if it was better to come up with a topic than to compose a poem?

Even if no quatrains were made, there were still people involved.

If this continues now, I'm afraid it will have to be scrapped.

"Haha, I can't believe that the Song Dynasty is really in decline, and I can't even guess the answer to a riddle."

At this time, the person sitting next to Zhao Huan suddenly spoke.

Everyone couldn't help but frown and looked over.

"It's Yuan Ren!"

Murong Fu had not noticed this person before, but when he saw it now, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Isn't this person Huo Du who was crippled by him?

Why is he here?

Could it be that it was cured?