Reborn as Murong Fu: This time I am the protagonist

Three days later, Xixia, Xingqing Mansion.

This magnificent capital located at the foot of Helan Mountain was built during the reign of Li Yuanhao, the former ruler of Xixia.Reaching the Helan Mountain in the north and the Yellow River in the south, it has both the advantages of mountains and rivers, and relies on the agricultural benefits of "supplying the south of the Yangtze River" on the Hetao Plain. Xingqing Prefecture is the largest city in Northwest China at this time, with a population of 300. Yu Wan, although it is far less than the one million population of Bianliang, Tokyo in the Song Dynasty, but considering that the population of Xixia is only [-] million, this city size can also be called a "super metropolis" of this era.

The layout and structure of Xingqing Mansion are all modeled after Bianliang, the capital of the Song Dynasty. The outline of the whole city is in the shape of a phoenix, with Chengtian Temple as the phoenix head, surrounded by mountains and rivers.The main residents in the city are the Xixia Forbidden Army and their families, the central bureaucrats of Xixia.These people accounted for about half of the city's population.

The whole country of Xixia, from the common people to the upper class aristocrats, believed in Buddhism, which was quite different from the worship of Taoism in the Song Dynasty.

Murong Fu entered the city very easily without revealing his whereabouts.At this time, Murong Fu had already used the disguise technique to change his appearance, his originally handsome and elegant face suddenly became normal, even to some extent ugly, his whole face was dry and stiff, just like a person Like zombies.

Murong Fu looked at his face through a bronze mirror, he was speechless for a long time, and stroked his forehead with his hands.

There is no way, Li Yanzong's appearance was settled a long time ago, even if Murong Fu wants to change it now, he can't do it, so he has to follow the image of Li Yanzong in his memory to recreate his current zombie appearance.

Murong Fu complained countless times about his dignity in his heart: This disguise technique is too crude, no wonder why he didn't even meet Princess Yinchuan in Xixia for so many years, so he really didn't do business.

Walking on the street, looking around, there are all kinds of people, Han Chinese, Khitan people, Dangxiang people and so on.The origins of the rulers of the Xixia Dynasty are also very interesting. According to later research, the Dangxiang people should be descendants of the Qiang people who migrated from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but the Xixia royal family at that time regarded themselves as Xianbei people.

And the appearance of these people is also various.In order to quickly get rid of cultural and psychological dependence on the Central Plains dynasty, Li Yuanhao, the founding monarch of Xixia, brazenly issued a "bald hair order", stipulating that all men in the country must obey within three days.For a time, the whole country has become a uniform "Mediterranean" hairstyle.The original inspiration for the tricks of "keeping hair but not head" played by the Mongolian and Jiannu in the Han Dynasty came from here.

Now that times have changed, Li Yuanhao's soul returned to Jiuquan decades ago, and this baldness order has gradually become less and less important as the degree of Sinicization of the whole country in Xixia has deepened.Coupled with the frequent border wars between Song and Xia, more and more Han people in the Central Plains could not bear the excessive taxation and extortion of the Song Dynasty after years of repeated defeats, and secretly ran to the territory of Xixia. Today, less than half of the people in Xixia are The original Han Chinese.Therefore, Murong Fu, a green-robed weirdo with a Central Plains man's hair in a bun, appeared on the street, but it didn't attract much attention.

Murong Fu walked on the street with his hands behind his back, looking at everything in front of him, with a mocking arc on his mouth.

Compared with the big counselor who claims to be Zhengshuo in the Central Plains, Xixia is obviously more open and tolerant, making the best use of people and making the best use of their talents, and there is no vain "Huayi distinction", which is why At the beginning of the founding of Xixia, Li Yuanhao beat Song with a population of just over one million.In addition to Li Yuanhao's own great talent, this is also a very important reason.

Just in terms of attitude towards warriors, Xixia is much stronger than Song Dynasty.Murong Fu is a middle-level military officer in Yipintang, not only has a higher salary than civil officials of the same rank, but also has his own separate courtyard in the Xixia Imperial City where every inch of land is expensive.The most important thing is that Li Yanzong, the incarnation of Murong Fu, often does not stay in Xixia for more than half a year, but his salary is still paid as usual, which can be called respectful treatment.

Murong Fu was rushing to his villa in the west of the city when he suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves approaching. Although the distance was still far away, such a big movement was extremely clear to Murong Fu's ears.

Murong Fu couldn't help frowning: It's common sense that horses are not allowed in such a busy market.Horse racing on the street these days is just like the later generations of ghost-fire boys racing in the central business district.And listening to this movement, there are at least twenty people who came.Who on earth is so arrogant and dares to make such a big commotion?

Now Xixia has changed greatly, and it is no longer the political situation before Murong Fu left Xixia last time.Such a blatant and unscrupulous guy must have a lot of background.In the past, Murong Fu was too lazy to deal with such a person, but now, he might as well use this person to ask for directions.

So Murong Fu turned his hands away and walked slowly in the middle of the street.After a while, the sound of horseshoes was very close, and ordinary people on the street also noticed the approaching horse team.A group of vendors and pedestrians suddenly became chaotic and gave way one after another, but no one dared to make a single complaint.

Murong Fu raised his eyes and saw in the distance a 27-man cavalry team, all dressed in splendid clothes, with horse-drawn carriages and carved saddles, splashing countless dust and sand.This group of arrogant and domineering people yelled at the passers-by on the street, and those who hid a little slower would be whipped by this group of slaves.

The leader of this group is a young man who looks about 27 years old, about the same age as Murong Fu. He has a high nose and deep eyes, and has obvious characteristics of a party member.As for his appearance, he could barely be called handsome, but the arrogance between his eyebrows brought his temperament down.The man was wearing a white robe, and he was speeding past surrounded by a crowd of wealthy slaves and stars holding the moon in their hands. Wherever he passed, chickens and dogs jumped.

Murong Fu frowned: You are actually wearing white?

The Xixia Kingdom is different from the Central Plains, advocating white, and even the name of the country at the beginning of the founding of the Xixia Kingdom was Dabai Gaoguo.It can be said that the status of white in Xixia is equal to the special color of Xixia emperors, and it is usually worn when attending major events such as sacrifices.

And the young man in front of him is obviously not the emperor of Xixia, Li Liangzuo, and his age is not right.Who would it be?
interesting.

Murong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly had an idea in his mind.So Murong Fu didn't dodge or dodge, and continued to walk forward slowly in small steps.

At this moment, a gray-haired old man slowed down a step because he was holding a child in his hands, and failed to avoid the oncoming horse team.

The leading man in white didn't seem to see it at all, and he didn't dodge or avoid it, as if he was not two people but two weeds in front of him, and the other followers were also indifferent, as if they had long been aware of such a thing. Things are getting used to.

In front of the oncoming horse team, the old man's skinny body was as weak as a small boat in the sea, and he could only use his skinny body to protect the child in his arms in despair.

Seeing that a catastrophe was about to take place in the busy city, all the onlookers turned their faces away, unable to bear to watch the tragedy that was about to happen.

The next moment, there was a scream, a scream, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

Many people sighed silently in their hearts, lamenting the loss of two lives.

However, next, a high-pitched and persistent scream like killing a pig made everyone realize that something seemed wrong.

Can an old man and a child make such a big commotion?

Everyone raised their eyes and saw a scene that they will never forget.

I saw that the white-robed man who had been domineering before had fallen to the ground, and that handsome-looking horse of sweat and blood was pressing on his lap.At this moment, there was no trace of indifference on the man's face, and a heart-piercing scream filled his throat.

Together with him, there were several followers, who were slumped on the ground in all directions. The lucky ones just fell down, and the unlucky ones ended up with the white-clothed youth, and their legs were broken by the horse.

You have to know that an ordinary bad horse weighs three to four hundred catties, like the kind of horse that can travel thousands of miles a day, with saddles and other things, it can weigh seven to eight hundred catties, and it is suddenly pressed on the leg by such a weight , that taste can be imagined.No wonder the young man and his entourage screamed so miserable.

Murong Fu let go of the old man's hand and didn't say anything, but the old man kept thanking Murong Fu.

Murong Fu glanced at the old man, smiled, didn't say anything, turned around and strode towards the group of people he knocked down just now, ready to deal with the next trouble.

When the cavalry came over just now, Murong Fu changed his energy and threw all the people who rushed to the front out.Although the momentum of the galloping horse is more than a thousand jun, but knowing that Dou Zhuan Xing Yi can even catch two people who fell from the cliff hundreds of feet away, taming a few strong horses is naturally no problem.

The white-clothed man screamed for a while like killing a pig, yelling and cursing in Xixia language, and then he freed the frightened followers from their stupefied state: After all, in the eyes of these Northwest men with little martial arts, Well, the hand that Murong Fu showed just now can already be described as a miracle.

A group of people hurriedly moved away the steed that was pressing on the man in white and foaming at the mouth. During this process, the man in white screamed like killing a pig endlessly, and he no longer had the indifference he had before when he ignored human life. .Some people are like this, disregarding other people's lives, and they can't bear a little pain. When their lives are pinched in the hands of others like ants, they are often more ugly than ordinary people.

After the man in white was helped up, he immediately locked Murong Fu with a malicious gaze and ordered his subordinates in Xixia language: "Kill this person who used magic to harm this prince!"

A group of big men looked at me and I looked at you, but they didn't dare to move. The man in white yelled again: "Are you going to disobey my prince's order?"

With this order, the group of people hesitantly surrounded him.