After a few key figures left, the six gates surrounded Jianguo Temple with three floors inside and three floors outside.

Even the garrison of the city followed tens of thousands of people.

He literally searched all the corners and corners of the temple.

Zhao Huan even ordered the slaughter of 1,300 monks in the entire temple that night.

The next day, the Jianguo Temple had been sealed and closed indefinitely before the common people did not know what the situation was.

Murong Fu was lying in the palace, eating the grapes that Mu Wanqing had prepared, and he was very happy.

Listen to Zhao Fujin tell the rest:

"I heard that most of those women are believers from other places."

"Because of his good looks, he was kidnapped by the monks in Jianguo Temple. The longest period was twelve years."

Mu Wanqing asked curiously, "Then should we treat them like this?"

Zhao Fujin guessed: "80% will be sent back to the country of origin."

"That's fine." Mu Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Murong Fu smiled lightly and said nothing.

Going back is not necessarily a good thing, it may become the last straw that crushes them.

"What did the Yuan people say?"

"I don't know, the Yuan people seem to be negotiating." Zhao Fujin replied.

Murong Fu smiled: "Yuanren, if you want to eat a fat man now, even if you are angry, you will endure it."

At this time, Zhao Huan was full of spring breeze, and while walking in, he laughed and said:

"Haha, King Yan is right, the Yuan people are begging us."

"So...no heavy demands were made.".

Upon seeing this, several people hurriedly said hello: "I have seen Your Majesty."

"Haha, forgive me, I don't need to be so cautious," Zhao Huan said with a smile.

Murong Fu got up and asked, "Your Majesty, have you read the contents of the letter written about Wei Chen a few days ago?"

Zhao Huan nodded, and replied nonchalantly, "I discussed with Prime Minister Qin and the Eighth Emperor Brother that day."

"They think about the same thing as Zhen. The army that the Yuan people attacked is still separated from Yingtian by a city."

"Even if they want to use any means, it's just a waste of time."

Murong Fu sighed in his heart.

Knowing that with my current strength, I can't change this general trend, so I don't bother to worry about it anymore.

Turning his head and thinking, instead of giving all these treasures of Songdu to the Yuan people.

It's better to find a way to get them all back to Suzhou and keep them for yourself as a background.

"By the way, it's the day you and Fujin get married. I wonder if you have anything else you want?"

Murong Fu was overjoyed, and was worried that he couldn't open his mouth:

"Your Majesty, I actually don't have any hobbies. I like to read on weekdays."

"Can you borrow some books for me to take back?"

Zhao Huan laughed "haha": "What do you think it is, isn't it just a book!"

"Tomorrow let someone pick 3,000 unique books and 40,000 history scrolls, and let you take them back."

Murong Fu added, "I have no one at home when I leave for tomorrow."

"I want Yuyan and Fujin to go back and host on my behalf."

"I also ask your Majesty's permission!"

Zhao Huan shook his head: "Fu Jin married you, and she is your wife. I don't care about your family affairs."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Murong Fu breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to be taken away as soon as he got a wife.

"By the way, I'm here to tell you something."

"Your Prince Yan's Mansion, I have already ordered someone to arrange it for you."

"You can take them out of the palace to live." Zhao Huan said.

Hearing this, Murong Fu didn't know whether to be happy or speechless.

Thank you.

Afterwards, Zhao Huan was in a good mood.

They stayed for dinner and drank some wine with Murong Fu, cultivating some love for Weng's son-in-law.

Only at the urging of my father-in-law, I went to a certain concubine's palace.

When Zhao Fujin saw Zhao Huan leave, his heart was inevitably mixed.

His eyes were slightly red, and he asked what to do.

Murong Fu said, "Don't worry, I observe that His Majesty is not short-lived."

"Even if Yuan Ren succeeds this time, he will be fine."

Zhao Fujin was still a little unwilling, but he knew that Murong Fu could not control this matter, so he suggested:

"Why don't we discuss it with Uncle Eight?"

"It's useless, without the absolute facts in front of you, your royal father wouldn't believe it." Murong Fu shook his head.

"Then..." Zhao Fujin was so confused that he could only lie on Murong Fu's chest weakly in the end.

Murong Fu patted Zhao Fujin's hand and said, "Don't worry, I can guarantee that your father and emperor will not be in danger."

"Really?" Zhao Fujin said with great joy.

Murong Fu nodded: "Of course."

Historically speaking, he was taken as a prisoner.

It's just that this is the world of comprehensive martial arts after all, and he doesn't have much confidence in his heart.

Fortunately, now they are married to Zhao Min.

At that time, if she displays a handsome man's plan, she may be able to help her a little.

Speaking of here.

Murong Fu glanced at the sky, and it was time to go out.

cough cough.

After all, he promised each other that he would accompany each other every day in Songdu.

"You guys, stay in the palace tonight, and I'll go to Yanwang's mansion to see."

"Cousin, don't you need me to accompany you?" Wang Yuyan asked.

"Hehe, no need." Murong Fu smiled.

Immediately, he said goodbye to the girls.

After leaving the palace, go straight to the embassy.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, he quietly entered Zhao Min's room, found that the other party was drinking alone to the moon, and walked into it with a smile.

"Oh? Unexpectedly, our King Yan has some conscience. He still remembers the matter of the county master."

Zhao Min didn't seem surprised when she saw Murong Fu entering the room, and joked very calmly.

Murong Fu smiled "hehe", took the cup in Zhao Min's hand, drank it, and said:

"Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, to Yingcheng three people, the county master is very elegant."

"Hehe, it's okay." Zhao Min simply picked up the bottle and drank it.

Seeing Murong Fu sitting calmly at the table eating food, he asked curiously, "You come out so late, don't your ladies want to?"

"They have been busy with the wedding recently, and they are tired, and they have no time to take care of me." Murong Fu said truthfully.

Zhao Min turned her eyes, carefully calculated the date of Murong Fu's wedding, and said in surprise, "Haha, in eleven days, you will become the concubine."

"Why are you jealous?" Murong Fu asked curiously.

Zhao Min chuckled and said, "It's definitely fake not to be jealous."

"However, it doesn't matter, Zhao Fujin is still under your little cousin anyway."

"I don't have anything else to accept. It's good to be a junior or a fourth."

Murong Fu smiled, shook his head and said, "It's Xiao Jiu!"

"Huh?" Zhao Min's expression changed and she said in surprise, "Okay, Murong Fu, you have quite a few women!"

"It's all luck." Murong Fu said lightly.

"Hehe, speaking of luck, recently I know there is a good thing recently, but it is very suitable for you." Zhao Min said.

Murong Fu asked curiously, "What is it that you can agree to, the county master?"

Zhao Min raised her eyes to look at Murong Fu, and said lightly, "The sacred artifact of martial arts—Jin Ping Mei!"