Chapter 21 You think too highly of yourself
Luo Fanchen didn't even think about it and blurted out: "Are you familiar with her? You two are just casual strangers. Is there anyone around you who needs to explain to her?"
Liu Hu listened to every word. It sounded a bit harsh to his ears, but it was the truth.
Yes, he still regarded Lan Xin as the wife who had shared his hardships with him, but when he thought of Lan Xin's attitude towards him, Liu Hu felt a little sad.
It is indeed a little better than strangers, but it is only limited to comparison with strangers.
After closing his eyes for a while, Liu Hu took a deep breath and walked in with heavy legs. Everyone noticed Liu Hu's low mood and no one spoke. However, when Asi passed by Luo Fanchen, he glared at him fiercely.
Luo Fanchen rolled his eyes. He was just telling the truth.
Because of Asi's order, Tinglanxuan was not receiving any guests today. But when Liu Hu walked in, he was shocked to find that there was someone sitting where they were originally sitting.
The man was not very old, probably in his twenties. He was quite handsome, sitting upright with his back straight, and full of righteousness, especially his peach blossom eyes, which were looking at Liu Hu with a half-smile.
Liu Hu knew this person. He was the prince of Yan State, Murong Xin. He had fought with this person many times and he was considered a strong opponent. He did not expect that he would appear in Daqian territory now.
"I heard that you were awarded the title of Grand Tutor, so I came here specially to congratulate you. Let me tell you everything first." Murong Xin saw Liu Hu, raised the wine glass beside him, and drank it all in one gulp towards Liu Hu.
The title of Grand Tutor was no secret, so it was normal for it to be known to everyone.
Liu Hu picked up a glass of wine from the table and drank it all in one gulp without doubting whether the wine was poisonous.
Firstly, this place is his territory, and everyone in Lanxuan is his people. Secondly, Luo Fanchen, an expert in poison, is here, so even if he drinks the poisoned wine, he can get rid of it later.
Besides, Murong Xin has an upright character and would never resort to such despicable means.
Murong Xin nodded with satisfaction and made a gesture of invitation to Liu Hu. Liu Hu was not polite and sat down without saying a word.
"This is the first time we've met since the ceasefire between our two countries." It was as if they were old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, rather than mortal enemies.
Liu Hu took a big bite of food to cover up the spicy taste in his throat, and continued: "What good It's nothing more than Daqian going to war with you."
"That may not be the case." Murong Xin smiled and took a bite of food to cover up his red face. He thought to himself: Ting Lanxuan's wine is indeed as good as its reputation says, much stronger than Yan Guo's.
"Someone reported to me that Xiao Leng and Luo Chenghui are in collusion. They came back to Shangjing just to trip you up. Aren't you worried?" After saying that, Murong Xin stared at Liu Hu intently, afraid to miss any change in his expression.
However, to his disappointment, after hearing his words, Liu Hu was as calm as ever, without the slightest fluctuation, as if he had just talked about something that had nothing to do with him.
To be honest, he still admired Liu Hu. After all, he was a prince and it was natural for him to be respected. However, Liu Hu had struggled from a commoner to his current position, so one can imagine how difficult it was.
In his heart, Liu Hu should care about his status very much. His current indifference either means he is indifferent to fame and fortune, or he does not take Xiao Leng seriously.
Liu Hu was honest. He looked around and didn't find Lan Xin. He continued, "Some people only support me on the surface. When I fail, they will turn to others. If such people stay, they will be a disaster. It is better to distinguish them in advance."
"But Xiao Leng has been in Xiyi for so many years, and no one knows his background. What's more..." Murong Xin glanced at the person behind Liu Hu, and Liu Hu immediately understood and nodded.
"These are my brothers, but it doesn't matter."
"As far as I know, he persuaded the King of Western Yi to prepare to unite with Northern Di and attack Daqian. Xiao Leng has promised that as long as you die, Daqian will cede land and ask for peace." Murong Xin told everything he knew in one go. After all, he would not be better off if Liu Hu died.
Liu Hu captured Murong Xin three times and released him safely each time. At first, people thought Liu Hu was tolerant and generous, but later they finally understood that his role was to let the people of Daqian know that Liu Hu was a god of war, and if he died, the people would forget him.
But he also needed Liu Hu. As long as Liu Hu was alive, his ability to lead troops in battle would still be useful. If Liu Hu died, his position as crown prince would be in jeopardy.
Liu Hu didn't take Xiao Leng seriously at all. He wanted to deal with him the same way he had driven him out of the capital in the past.
Seeing that Liu Hu didn't care, Murong Xin got a little anxious. He put his hands on the table and asked hurriedly, "Don't you trust me? Do you think I'm joking with you?"
"What you said is true. Xiao Leng is extremely ambitious." Even if Murong Xin didn't say it, he knew from Luo Fanchen's words just now that Xiao Leng was back.
Knowing that Murong Xin didn't understand, Liu Hu explained: "What's wrong with him joining forces with Beidi? As long as I am here, the Daqian Empire will be here. If you try to get the skin of a tiger, you may not even be able to keep the name of Daqian in the end."
"You definitely didn't come here to reminisce with me this time. I think you came here to negotiate with me on the orders of your father."
Murong Xin nodded, and then said: "Of course, as long as the Western Yi and Northern Di join the war, our Yan State can help Daqian in the name of expelling foreign enemies."
"But I'm not the emperor of Daqian. There's no point in negotiating with me. I think you've found the wrong person." Liu Hu suddenly turned around and faced Murong Xin. The light shone on his face, making it look like a ripe apple.
I don’t know if it was the effect of the alcohol or if Liu Hu had already been dissatisfied, but there was already anger between his brows.
Murong Xin said hesitantly: "Yes, my brother is not the emperor of Daqian, but he has the ability of an emperor. With this opportunity, he can definitely stand at the highest point and rule the world!"
To rule the world, what a tempting promise. After a brief moment of surprise, Liu Hu slowly said, "How much of your coming here is your father's intention, and how much is your own?"
"My father is old and has entrusted this matter to me." Murong Xin said in a clear voice.
Upon hearing this, Liu Hu understood what Murong Xin meant. The King of Yan was dying, and wanted to increase his son's military merit by winning a battle, and then pass the throne to Murong Xin.
Liu Hu dipped his hand in white wine and slowly wrote a word on the table - surrender!
In this conversation, no one knew what was discussed except Liu Hu and Murong Xin. Even Luo Fanchen and others were sent away by Liu Hu. Everyone only knew one thing, that night, Liu Hu and Murong Xin were like good brothers, hugging each other's shoulders. Both of them drank a lot and walked unsteadily.
