In the city of Chang'an, the Yan army, which was bent on avenging the destruction of the country, and the Qin army, which had become a scattered sand since the Battle of Weishui, almost effortlessly forced Fu Qin into an embattled situation.

captured Chang'an and approached the palace, seeing that victory was in sight, Murong Chong no longer attacked, leaving only 50,000 soldiers to continue to surround Weiyang Palace and leave by himself.

The soldiers came to the city, but they did not trigger it, because they deliberately wanted Fu Jian to endure this kind of shame and fear.

The palace was besieged for a few days, and Fu Jian, as the king of Qin, did not drink or eat in the palace for several days, let alone step out of the palace gate, but just sat on the dragon collapse, silent, like a clay sculpture.

The eyes are not shocked, and they are as plain as an ancient well.

Sometimes I think of the past, from the young prince to today's position, day by day, too tired, as if walking for a hundred years, but it turned out to be just a flick of his fingers, and in these years, he has not been happy and relaxed for a day.

He was killing and fighting every day, and he always said to himself that he had to do it for the sake of the country and the people, but until today, when he also tasted the taste of being surrounded by countless soldiers and horses, he finally understood that it turned out that he had always been just for his own selfishness.

Especially when I think of myself leading troops to destroy other countries, I think of how desperate and sad the people of those countries are.

Especially, when he attacked the Yan Kingdom more than ten years ago, those Murong royal clans, all of them were proud and conceited, and refused to bow their heads to survive, he always boasted of being proud and arrogant, and disdained to force each other to death, so after destroying the Yan Kingdom, he rewarded all the people of the Murong royal family for their good lives.

And in the midst of the royal family, who had been taken captive, but still refused to bow their noble heads, he also saw a young man, a bright and proud young man, spotless in the dusty and dusty mountains, standing with his sister, looking at him with a pair of phoenix eyes that always seemed to smile.

Those beautiful eyes, looking at him, have a beautiful arc that rises slightly, but they are full of disdain and ridicule.

At that moment, the heavens and the earth were dumb.

It was a kind of eyes that belonged to the king by nature, he knew that he had taken him in, which was tantamount to raising a tiger, but he never regretted it, until today, he was finally forced into such a situation by the person he raised with his own hands, and he never regretted it.

A few days after Murong Chong led the troops away, the eunuchs and palace maids tried to escape, but they didn't expect that the Yan army surrounding the palace gates did not kill and stop again, but turned a blind eye, presumably this is also what Murong Chong meant, to make Fu Jian completely alone.

There is the last old eunuch who does not want to leave outside the palace, silently guarding the door, raising his old eyes to look at the stretching palace, this pair of people who have watched Fu Jian grow up from a smart little prince, ascend the throne, expand the territory, implement policies, and step by step grow into the eyes of the King of Qin who has unified the north today.

The east wind swept the ground, raised the flowers that had not been swept away, and a white-clothed statue walked in the rolling world, but it was not stained with dust, and walked to the gate of the magnificent palace, the old eunuch hurriedly bowed his head, and his voice was hoarse:

"Niangniang, please persuade the emperor!"

Qinghe was silent, but the phoenix's eyes were cold, and then he walked straight into the vermilion lacquer door that the old eunuch bent down and spent all his strength to help her push open, which was isolated from sunlight, gloomy and gray.

Step by step, step by step, a short distance, but the people in the world are willing to spend all their energy and lives for the throne above these levels of Danqi.

How stupid.

Finally, before the last step, Fu Jian sat on the throne, like an idol, with a distant vision.

When he saw her coming, what a face was like that man......

I thought it was my own hallucination.

Only then did a little glimmer appear in his unfazed eyes:

opened his mouth, and his voice was horribly hoarse and desolate:

"Qinghe, you're here......"

Qinghe's voice was deep and profound, with a cold smile in the wind and frost.

is a princess of a dead country, and the cold hatred suppressed by the captives who has been the enemy for more than ten years can finally be expressed.

"You're still losing after all, Fu Jian."

She still remembered how he let his country perish, let his relatives die, and let his brother suffer humiliation! Now, he has finally received his retribution!

Younger brother, the brother he loves the most and is the most proud of himself......

Fenghuang, you finally did it.

Sister, I'm proud of you.

"No, it's not over yet."

Fu Jian shook his head slightly, his eyes were resolute and unmoving, he was the stubbornness and pride of the last generation of emperors, and then looked deeply at Qinghe's beautiful phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as him, his resolute brows suddenly wrinkled, and his eyes were cold like eagle falcons.

There is a hint of murderous intent in the desolation.

Yoyo, with the breath of wind and snow, spit out a sentence:

"Great Qin is about to die, you, you will die for the country......"

The tails of her eyes are beautifully raised, and her stunning face, which has never shown a smile for more than ten years, shows a sense of relaxation, and she smiles at the city, just like the little princess back then.

Martyrdom?

She has not been martyred for Dayan, but she wants to die for the enemy?

She is only willing to die for Dayan, who died more than ten years ago.

Fu Jian's words, she didn't hear it.

Zhu lips opened lightly and said with a smile:

"Qinghe, fortunately."

Deep palace gate, secluded and cold palace, born in the emperor's family, this life is the society and the people, when she saw the country destroy but begged for death, it was her shame as a princess, today, she is finally able to repay Dayan.

The green jade finger held up the gold-inlaid wine glass, and the wine reflected a face that was not as beautiful as the world, but such a face would harm people, and it would not be able to die, and it would be displaceable and humiliating.

The slender hand stroked his face inch by inch, the creamy snow skin, willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, tear moles, all kinds of charming, all moving...... However, all it brought was suffering.

Fu Jian's thief still wanted her to die for his Qin State...... No, by no means.

Qinghe only wishes, after more than ten years of absence, to die for Dayan.

Father, mother, people...... Unscrupulous girl Qinghe, I've come to see you......

With his head raised, he raised his graceful neck and drank the cup of poisoned wine without hesitation.

The beautiful eyes dispersed, and the sorrow and desolation that had been incomprehensible for more than ten years could finally dissipate with death.

A smile came out of the corner of his eyes, amazingly beautiful, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, slowly sliding down the graceful snow-white.

The wine glass in the cup fell to the ground with a thud, Qinghe finally couldn't support it and fell, leaning on the cold ground, her pupils gradually lost their lustre, and she was finally relieved......

It's just that the only one that can't be put down...... It's my brother......

Fenghuang, if there is an afterlife, my sister only wishes to be with you, born in an ordinary people's family, with an ordinary appearance, and live this life peacefully.

However, at the beginning of winter, the sky began to fall sparsely with snow, and although the patches were inconspicuous, they also made the weather much colder all of a sudden.

The 50,000 Yan soldiers who have surrounded Weiyang Palace for many days are not wearing winter clothes, and they are all standing in the windward mouth of the palace gate, all of them are so cold that they grit their teeth and shiver, but they are all for the only goal of forcing Fu Jian, who has the hatred of destroying the country, to death, and the glory of being a Yan army.

Although they are not from the Yan Kingdom, they are all willing to submit to the emperor's younger brother Murong Chong, who is a natural king, and in the near future...... No, there is no need for the future, maybe tomorrow, and he may be the best king of all, leading them to a life of peace and abundance.

So what is this little bitter cold?

At this time, an old eunuch slowly walked out of the palace, his hair was gray, his steps were staggering, he was wearing a thin clothes, shivering in the snow, but he did not stop walking forward.

I don't know how long I walked before I reached the gate of the palace, and I was immediately stopped by the Yan army guarding the door.

Seeing that he was so old, a few small soldiers were not embarrassed, and only said coldly:

"Go back!"

The old eunuch hunched his waist, as the most prestigious and faceable eunuch chief beside Fu Jian, how could he have been reprimanded by a few soldiers like this? But now, where does he still account for this?

lowered his head and smiled apologetically: "Please also ask the official to be accommodating, the old slave inherits the emperor's will, and there are important things to offer to His Highness." ”

The soldiers looked at the old eunuch up and down, and saw that the clothes seemed to be of a very high status, and it didn't look like they were lying, so they didn't dare to make their own decisions, and one soldier took his weapon:

"You wait, I'll call our chief." He immediately walked quickly to the side to ask for someone.

After a short time, he came with his chief, a middle-aged man with a masculine face, who saw the old eunuch, and his eyes were full of ridicule of his defeated generals and disdain for the eunuchs.

I didn't look at it, and said disdainfully: "What's the matter?" ”

After bowing respectfully, the old eunuch Fang took out a small lacquer box from his body, and said with a smile: "This is the emperor who asked the old slave to dedicate to His Royal Highness, and I hope that the chief will make it convenient." ”

Glancing at the inconspicuous lacquer box, he didn't say anything, just glanced at the soldier behind him, and the soldier immediately stepped forward to take the box, and then turned to leave.

Then the chief suddenly sneered, and said to the old eunuch with half disdain and half sarcasm:

"They are all people who are about to die in the country, what are you putting up? What is in that box, could it be Fu Jian's heirloom jade seal? ”

The old eunuch trembled, almost angry, and was silent for a long time, but still didn't want to cause trouble, didn't speak, saluted stiffly and said goodbye, and turned away.

"Wait a minute!"

However, the chief stopped him again for some reason, and after a stiff back, he still stopped, suppressed the sad and indignant expression on his face, turned around in humiliation, bowed his head and asked with a smile:

"Sir, dare to ask what else ......"

Before the last word could be spoken, a red blood flew into the air in an instant, the artery in his neck was punctured, and the old eunuch was bleeding like an infusion, slowly covering his neck in disbelief.

The blurred pupils slowly dilated, some did not believe, some were afraid, some were resigned to fate, some were helpless, and finally they all turned into boundless emptiness, and as soon as the arteries were broken, they soon died of blood loss.

And the commander who had just killed a person was like a nobody, slowly returned the sword he pulled out to the soldier next to him, and even took out the handkerchief in his sleeve and wiped the blood on his face, revealing an extremely disgusted look, threw the handkerchief that wiped the blood to the ground, and said coldly:

"Old eunuch, it's disgusting to watch."