The atmosphere in the hall was solemn, quiet and silent, everyone bowed their heads and did not dare to speak, only Wanzhang and Murong Chong looked at each other, the phoenix eyes of Ye Mei, the sharp eyes, so cold that there was no temperature.

After a while, the person on the high seat slowly opened his lips and quietly spit out a few words:

"Lonely, I will think about it."

Then with a wave of his wide sleeves, there was a sharp voice of the eunuch:

"Retreat!"

All the ministers breathed a sigh of relief, today's court meeting was really an eye-opener for them, this military girl was too insightful to look at with ordinary eyes, not only had insight, but also had an amazing bearing, and even in front of the imperial brother, there was no timidity, which was really admirable.

The hundred officials bent down and bowed their hands, and respectfully withdrew from the hall, and silently and very quickly, the hall became empty.

I can't see that a moment ago it was full of high-ranking civil and military officials, as if since the first emperor, it has been occupied by successive dynasties, it is ownerless, lonely and desolate.

And Murong Chong is even more desolate than this Afang Palace, the dark brocade boots, slowly stepping down from the steps step by step, walking in the gorgeous palace, but it is like walking in the vast desert in the wind and snow, bleak, lonely, but his eyes are firm.

Along the way, he ordered the palace people around him to retreat, so only the two of them were left in the huge palace.

Wan Zhang watched him walk down from the unreachable place, the court clothes were heavy, but the figure was thin, he was walking towards himself, as if he had walked back to the world from the edge of the sky, and he didn't feel that he stood up, and he also came to his side.

He was looking at her, there was not much emotion on his beautiful face, for example, he was a little less cold, and asked lightly:

"You don't want me to kill Fu Jian so that I can relieve the hatred in my heart?"

Wanzhang bowed slightly, of course he knew that he would not be able to let go of this strong hatred, and in the face of him like this, he was just pitiful. The attitude is respectful, but the tone is also very plain:

"Naturally, I only want you to get what you want, but I want you to be happy more than that."

Last night, he was not drunk, but he was knocked out by a knife in his hand, and then he couldn't help but go to Weiyang Palace to find Fu Jian, but he didn't kill him, thinking that he must have used all his methods to suppress himself. But she still had to persuade him to let Fu Jian go, if she thought about it, it would be too much.

However, her greatest wish is for his good after all, and she doesn't want him to be carried away by a moment of hatred, so she doesn't report it today, but to repay it twice as much in the future, I hope he can understand.

Joy in the consummation.

She wants to be good for herself.

However, how did she know that these four words were too extravagant for herself, and she was destined to be unable to get them in this life.

But when she said this, she was still moved after all. The thin lips hooked, a little pity, a little self-deprecation, looking at her eyes that have not been stained with dust so far, and finally smiled:

"Since you have moved out of the Youdi, if I don't agree, wouldn't it be suspected of seizing the throne?" The eyebrows were pale and bent, "Everything, as you wish." ”

After the court meeting, Wanzhang finally persuaded Murong Chong to stop killing Fu Jian, and ordered the generals who had surrounded Weiyang Palace for a long time to withdraw their troops, in order to allow Fu Jian to escape, meet with the civil and military officials hidden by Daqin, find Emperor You, and then completely wipe them out to avenge the revenge of Dai Tian.

Back in her own hall, Wan Zhang was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and now it seems that Fu Jian is really dying, but for the sake of insurance, she still decided to count another hexagram.

I don't know when she began to become overly cautious, always worried that she had miscalculated, and no longer had the high-spirited and domineering spirit of the year, after all, this is related to too many things, and one wrong step may lead to terrible disasters, so it is good to be cautious.

Using yarrow as a hexagram, cumbersome, but also the safest way, meticulously laid down, and in the end, she looked at the hexagram on the hexagram plate and was stunned.

No, it can't be, how can it be?

She couldn't believe it, and hurriedly used her stiff hand to calculate a hexagram in various other ways, but the result was the same.

The upper dry and the lower shock are for the appearance of no vain.

There will be accidents if you act in vain, Ke Changman.

And Emperor Jingzhao's eldest son, Prince Xianhuai, died many years ago, and the object of this hexagram's restraint has naturally become Emperor You.

Fu Jian, there is still a breath left. The Ghost Emperor is in danger.

Suddenly felt a heavy body, and sat down in front of him, how could this be? Obviously, the result she calculated before was not like this, did she miss it, or did the destiny of heaven change in a short period of time?

But no matter what the reason is, she must stop all this, even if she knows that the hexagram is for the destiny of heaven, and the destiny of heaven cannot be violated, she must try.

If Emperor You died because of this, all his subordinates would only blame Murong Chong, and even guessed whether he did it intentionally in order to ascend the throne as emperor as soon as possible, and he must not let him be so misunderstood.

Quickly ran to the palace where Murong Chong lived, he was standing in front of the window thinking about something, when he heard someone trespassing in, he was a little dissatisfied with why no one stopped him, turned around, but saw that it was Wanzhang, and couldn't help but understand why no one dared to stop him.

Just a little puzzled why she had just left and why she came back again so quickly, and looked in a hurry, wanting to ask, but Wanzhang didn't care about explaining anything, and told him straight to the point:

"Immediately tell the people who are following Fu Jian, let them see Emperor You, and persuade him not to act rashly."

Hearing this, and seeing that her expression was very different from the past, she was by no means joking, Murong Chong also became serious and deep, and said:

"How do you know that Emperor Youdi is going to do it at this time?"

Wan Zhang was only worried that it would be too late, where could he care about explaining so much, but Murong Chong still had to ask clearly, so he hurriedly grabbed his sleeve nervously, and begged eagerly: "You listen to me, go quickly, go quickly!" ”

Murong Chong looked at her for a long time, and then finally determined that the matter was serious, and what could make her so nervous must be an extremely terrifying thing, even if she didn't have time to figure it out, she was willing to believe her.

Then he said loudly: "Someone." ”

Immediately several guards came in from outside the door, knelt on one knee, bowed their heads and clenched their fists:

"What does Your Highness command?"

"Inform the people who follow Fu Jian that after seeing Emperor You, you must not let Emperor You act rashly."

"Yes!"

Several of the guards retreated, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor, and for a moment the hall was silent, and even the sound of her breathing, which had not yet stabilized, could be heard clearly.

Seeing that the guard's figure had disappeared, Murong Chong looked at her again and said in a low voice:

"Now, can you tell me why you're doing this?"

Wanzhang listened to his order, and a big stone in her heart fell to the ground slightly, although she didn't know if her own remedy could be useful, but at least at this moment, she also had some hope in her heart, and finally explained to Murong Chong in detail.

Fu Jian came out of Weiyang Palace, and came to the Beast Mountain with the relics of Daqin hidden everywhere, at that time, he also met a priest Wang Jiayu, Fu Jian summoned the priest here in the outer hall every day, and consulted about the movement, but he was much more alienated from the former subordinates.

Murong Wei was so humiliated, Murong Wei naturally wanted to come to Fu Jian to ask for guilt, the two met in the East Hall, even in this case, Wang Shi was still standing around, Murong Wei glanced at the priest, and then apologized:

"The minister's brother Chong does not know the righteous side, and he betrays the country's kindness alone, and the minister's sin deserves death. Your Majesty hangs the face of heaven and earth, and the ministers are rehabilitated. The second son of the minister got married yesterday, and on the third day of tomorrow, he was stupid and wanted to temporarily succumb to Luan, and he was fortunate to be private. ”

Fu Jian was silent, not only did he not have a word of punishment, but also promised Murong Wei's plea, Murong Wei had doubts in his heart, this is really not like Fu Jian's character, since he had this Wang Shishi, Fu Jian's personality has changed greatly, and he is often unpredictable.

But with permission, he still wore a guilty body, and didn't dare to stay longer, and glanced at Wang Jiayu again, quietly, with eyes that implied ambition, no matter what he wanted to do, I just hoped that he would not be a stumbling block for the Murong family.

Say goodbye, and then exit the East Hall.

After Murong Wei left, Wang Jiayu, who was originally standing, calmly sat opposite Fu Jian, poured himself a cup of tea, with an unfathomable smile in his eyes, and said quietly:

"If you don't make an article, it will rain heavily, and you can't kill sheep."

Fu Jian didn't understand what he meant, and summoned the ministers to solve it, but Wang Jiayu just smiled, facing Fu Jian, who was suspicious, and those courtiers who had not been able to tolerate him, never said a word again.

The sky was clear that day, but at night it suddenly rained heavily, and the next morning, no one was allowed to go out.

Fu Jianzheng was sitting in the outer hall with Wang Jiayu, and suddenly heard that someone outside had broken in, it was his left general Dou Chong.

Dou Chong hurriedly broke into the hall, and when he saw Fu Jian, he knelt down on the spot, and said eagerly:

"Your Majesty, Murong Wei intends to rebel, and has been plotting with Xi Luoteng, Qutu Tiehou, etc. for a long time, and now he has called on all the Xianbei people in the city to ambush the soldiers outside, if it is not for the heavy rain, he will ask the emperor to go out, and then he will do it."

Fu Jian was shocked, but he heard Wang Jiayu next to him chuckle, and it was not until this moment that he finally understood what the meaning of it was that it would rain heavily and not kill sheep.

But he still didn't want to be convicted of this, Murong Wei was his last trump card that could balance Murong Chong after all, and he didn't want to kill him unless he had to.

Fu Jian looked down at the person kneeling on the ground in front of him, and didn't understand how Dou Chong knew.

"What evidence do you have?"

Dou Chong said righteously, and bowed again:

"Back to the emperor, the minister has a concubine, who is the sister of the Xianbei people, last night asked the minister to keep his brother, and the minister only learned about it after inquiring, and did not dare to delay, and immediately came to tell the emperor."

"Okay, okay......"

Fu Jian finally dispelled the last bit of Murong Wei's heart, said two good words in a row, then closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already murderous, and his voice was gloomy and almost hoarse.

"Spread my will, punish, Murong Wei's father and son and their clan, the Xianbei people in the city, regardless of the young women, will be killed!"

On the side, Wang Jiayu looked at all this coldly, there was no emotion in his eyes, but the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a mysterious smile appeared.