When everyone heard the riddle of the Dongying people, they all looked at Murong Fu.

"What is this? I didn't expect it!"

"I do not have either."

"Hmph, are you the only ones worthy of calling yourself a genius?"

…

The Eight Sages gently stroked his long beard, and was also thinking about the answer, and smiled awkwardly: "I didn't expect the answer either."

"Hehe, Eighth Uncle, don't worry, Young Master Murong can definitely guess it." Zhao Fujin said.

The Eight Sages suddenly asked solemnly, "Have you chosen?"

"Well, as long as he survives this time, I'll go with him." Zhao Fujin's expression was straight, as if he had made a very important decision.

"Okay, Uncle Ba will support you then." The King of Eight Sages nodded and said nothing more.

"How is it! Murong Fu, you might be able to answer it?" Huo Du sneered.

The Dongying native shook his head deliberately, put down the pen he had just written the answer with, and sighed, "I'm afraid no one in the world will know this riddle of mine."

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't speak, Princess Roujia pulled at his sleeve worriedly, and said, "How is it, you... don't know."

"Hehe, no, I just wanted to see how they were beaten in the face after being proud." Murong Fu said indifferently.

"What do you mean?" Huo Du felt something was wrong, his brows furrowed into a Sichuan character.

"The answer is blood, right." Murong Fu said lightly.

"Impossible, impossible... How can you know such a profound riddle?" The Dongying people looked at Murong Fu in shock, unable to believe their ears.

"Hehe, you don't need to worry about me, how do you know the answer to this riddle."

"As long as it's right." Murong Fu said proudly.

"I... lost?" Dongying people couldn't accept it, and they were defeated in riddles.

Princess Roujia immediately showed a happy smile when she saw the Dongying people admit defeat, and looked at Murong Fu gratefully: "Thank you!"

"Hands up." Murong Fu nodded politely, looked at the Dongying people, and said politely, "If it's all right, you can go home."

"You dare to insult me!" The Dongying people looked at Murong Fu with hatred, wishing to swallow him alive.

Murong Fu's face turned cold, and he said disdainfully, "Don't say I didn't insult you, just insult you, what can you do?"

"You..." Dong Yingren was about to rush towards Murong Fu.

Seeing this, Huo Du was worried that he would be slapped to death by Murong Fu, and quickly grabbed the other side and reminded him:

"Don't panic, as long as you answer his two questions correctly, you still have a chance."

"Yes, I still have a chance." The people of Dongying woke up like a dream, as if they had found the key to victory. The villain's triumphant appearance was restored before:

"Hmph, come up with a question, I don't believe it, you Song Guo have such a riddle that you don't know."

Murong Fu glanced at the Dongying people with contempt, took the pen and paper and wrote the answer on it. asked:

"Who is Mi's mother?"

"Who is Mi's father?"

"Who is Mi's grandmother?"

"Who is Mi's grandfather?"

"If you can answer them all, I'll count you as the winner of this competition!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard it, and some even thought that Murong Fu was too arrogant.

"Hmph, it really is a muscle in being a soldier!"

"What if the Dongying people know the answer?"

"Hang!"

…

When Princess Roujia heard other people's comments, she was also confused.

Looking at Murong Fu with some reproach, he said angrily, "How dare you bet on him with the happiness of my life!"

Murong Fu opened his mouth and said nonsense: "Hehe, the princess has misunderstood. This minister only knows these four riddles, and I won't know any more."

"You..." Princess Roujia gritted her teeth angrily, she was a little talented girl anyway.

How could he not see that Murong Fu was perfunctory to himself.

But now, on this occasion, she couldn't lose her temper.

"Let's see how I deal with you in the future."

Murong Fu raised his eyebrows and said proudly, "Let's talk about it later."

"Humph." Princess Roujia knew that now, she must stand in line with Murong Fu, and looked at the Dongying people with a cold snort.

The latter was staring at Murong Fu, desperately thinking about the answer to the riddle.

However, as time went on, his face gradually changed from smug to dignified.

Suddenly, he shouted: "Impossible, impossible, Song Guo doesn't have this riddle at all."

Murong Fu said disdainfully, "You guys from Dongying, you really have the same virtue, you can't afford to lose."

"You can use Fanbang's question, why can't I use it?"

"This..." The Dongying people were speechless when asked, and finally, licking their ugly face, they asked, "Then where did this question come from?"

Murong Fu pointed at his feet, and said with contempt, "Song Guo! I am the one who wrote the question!"

"You... play me!" The Dongying people resisted the anger in their hearts and said, "Okay, then tell me the answer. If it's reasonable, I'm willing to admit defeat."

Murong Fu smiled slightly and said, "Listen, Mi's mother is a flower, because of peanuts. Mi's father is Die, because Die Lianhua, and Mi's grandmother is a wonderful pen, because a wonderful pen produces flowers."

The talented people present were all enlightened when they heard it. They all stood up and applauded for Murong Fu. Even Zhao Huan, who was in the high seat, praised:

"Wonderful, wonderful, our Murong Jiedu is both civil and military, I admire it."

When the Dongying people heard the answer, their faces became extremely ugly. He did not expect that he would be defeated by such a simple riddle, and asked unwillingly:

"Who is Nami's grandfather?"

"Popcorn!" Murong Fu replied plainly, "Because it has held both rice and flowers."

"How can it be so simple? Why didn't I think of it." The Dongying people kicked the wine table in front of him with a kick, and shouted Murong Fu shameless.

"Hmph, where are the **** who don't understand etiquette at all!" Zhao Huan rebuked displeasedly.

When Huo Du saw this, he didn't stop it, but he had a plan, letting the people of Dongying make noise, and even helped:

"Song country, this guessing puzzle must be deceitful. It must be that Princess Roujia and Murong Fu have exchanged answers long ago, so they can win you,"

"Otherwise, with your talent, how could you possibly lose to a leading soldier?"

After hearing this, the Dongying people couldn't control it, they suddenly looked at Zhao Huan and protested, "It's not fair, it's not fair!"

"It's a mess, and no one will take him down!"

Zhao Huan's long robe was so angry that he would have wanted to kill him if it wasn't for the fact that the other party came with the Yuan people's mission.

When the soldiers heard Zhao Huan's will, they immediately walked towards the Dongying people.

Seeing this, Huo Du sneered and said, "Your Majesty, I advise you not to touch him. He is the thirteenth son of the Emperor."

"If something happens, I'm afraid..."

"bump!"

Huo Du hadn't said anything yet. Intuitively, there was a cold wind blowing around him, and the Thirteenth Son of the Emperor beside him, like a ball, was kicked out by Murong Fu.

Murong Fu stood in the former position of the Dongying people, and said coldly, "You ask the emperor to come here, and I will see what he can do."