The magnificent palace, after thousands of years, is still as brilliant as when it was built, coldly watching how many dynasties rise and fall, it is not shocked, but thousands of years of grace and coldness standing.

And people can not always be as calm as things, just because of the short lifespan, the vision is shallow, so they are bent on vainly trying to go down in history, thousands of generations, but they don't know that the change of dynasties is just as ordinary as the ebb and flow of the tide.

Fu Jian believed in himself as a generation of kings, only he conquered the city and conquered the land, and captured people as slaves, and probably never thought that one day, he would also suffer such a great humiliation, his hands were clenched into fists under the desk, and a few obvious green tendons protruded from his neck slightly exposed under the collar of his robe, looking at the messenger who dared to say such a thing to him at his feet, he was angry and suppressed, and his mind only remembered what he had just said over and over again.

"Qin is unreasonable, destroy my society. Today, he will be tempted to make the Qin division defeated, and he will want to revive Dayan. King Wu has set the Guandong, and he can quickly prepare for the big car and send his brother to the emperor and the home of the clan's meritorious heroes. Hongdang led the Yanren in Guanzhong, winged the emperor, and returned to Yedu, and Qin took the martial prison as the boundary, divided the king of the world, and was always a neighbor, and no longer a disaster for Qin. Julu Gong is light and aggressive, and he is harmed by the rebels, which is not Hong's intention. ”

After he destroyed Yan back then, he didn't kill all of their Murong royal family, and they were all divided into official lands, but I didn't expect Murong Hong, a child, to dare to be so ungrateful! There are also Murong Chong, and those people who can't hold back their imminent moves recently, the Qiang tribe, Ding Ling, and Karasuma...... If it weren't for the defeat of Great Qin in the Battle of Weishui, how would they dare to do this!

couldn't help but be furious, and the case was slapped:

"Someone! Drag this person out of the way! ”

The guards outside the hall hurriedly came and knelt in front of Fu Jian, didn't dare to raise their heads, and only trembled and persuaded:

"Your Majesty, the two countries are fighting each other, and they will not be cut to make ......"

"I'll kill if I say I'll kill! A mere anti-thief is also worthy of being called a country! ”

Fu Jian's eyes were about to split, and the guards under the stairs actually felt a chill down their backs, knowing that they were adding fuel to the fire, how dare they persuade again, and immediately dragged the messenger whose legs were already weak and left the hall.

The hall was silent for a long time, the silence was terrifying, Fu Jian sat on the throne, but he was sitting on pins and needles, and his chest was stuffy for a while.

Murong clan, damn Murong clan.

Slowly let go of his fist, supported his forehead with one hand, and sighed softly, as if he had lamented for a hundred years, his voice was hoarse and tired: "Spread Murong Wei." ”

The eunuch on the side of the seat trembled, sweat dripping from the corners of his forehead, and it took a long time to react, for this moody king, he has always been a companion like a tiger, and he must mention 120,000 careful waiting, trembling and promised, and hurriedly lowered his body and stumbled down the stairs, and went out of the palace to report.

The palace door of the two of them creaked open, and a beam of sunlight fell into it, Fu Jian sat on the hall with his forehead and couldn't help frowning slightly, seeing His Royal Highness Murong Wei bowing respectfully to himself.

"See the Emperor."

trembling, as if they didn't know what Murong Hong was doing, but their Murong clan had always been the best at disguise.

There was a slight murderous intent in his dark eyes, and his tone was calm, but in the calm, there was a bloodless cold, like a deadly 9 net spread down on the person lying on the ground:

"The father and son of Qing are in chaos, obedient to people and gods, I should act in the gods, and do my best to win Qing. Qing Fei changed his mind and returned to goodness, and he was married, and his brother Admiral Bulie and Nayan were said to be broken, but in fact, they were returned. However, because of the small defeat of the king's teacher, it is rampant! Hanging as a long snake in the Kanto, Hong, Chong called the soldiers insulted. Hongshu is like this, and those who want to go should be funded. Qing's clan can be described as a human-faced beast, and it can't be a national warrior. ”

Murong Wei knelt on the ground, listened to Fu Jian's words, his heart could be described as surging, his forehead touched the cold and hard ground, knowing that Fu Jian would have murderous intent, but he was secretly happy in his heart, fourteen years, a full fourteen years of lying on the salary to taste the courage, they ...... They're finally ready.

It's not a pity to die, it was because of his own incompetence that Dayan perished, he was guilty, and he didn't have the shame to see his ancestors after death, but now, the great cause has not been accomplished, he still needs to stay by Fu Jian's side, and his younger brothers should be together to revive Dayan.

Desperately kowtowing until the bricks and stones on the ground were dyed red, Murong Wei burst into tears and pleaded guilty to Fu Jian on behalf of Murong Clan.

Fu Jian didn't say a word, just looked at the person who was desperately kowtowing under the seat for a long time, Emperor Youdi of Yan Kingdom, and now he can only kneel at his feet, Murong Chong, why are you whimsical?

After a long time, a light flashed in his unwavering black eyes, and he said lightly:

"The book is cloudy, and fathers and sons and brothers are incompatible. Qing's loyalty, real simplicity, this self-righteous sin, not Qing's fault. He waved his hand at him and sighed, "From now on, you are still a new marquis, and I will not pursue your crimes." ”

Murong Wei stopped kowtowing, fell on the ground and didn't dare to get up, Fu Jian seemed to remember something again, and said: "Qing should use the book to tell the metaphor of hanging and Hong, Chong, so that the rest of the army can return to Chang'an, and I will forgive him for his rebellion." Step aside. ”

"Yes, Wechen obeys."

After bowing heavily, Murong Wei bowed and withdrew from the hall step by step.

The sun was shining outside the hall, and his mood was the sunniest day in fourteen years, but he didn't dare to show too much in the Fu Jian Palace, so he could only continue to make a deep and gloomy appearance.

However, as soon as he returned home, Murong Wei immediately entered the room and closed the door, personally studied the ink and pen, wrote a long secret letter, and then called his henchmen and ordered him to accept the letter and go to Murong Hong's camp in Huayin.

His younger brother, believing them...... You can definitely do what you can't do on your own.

"Now that the number of Qin has ended, Chang'an is very weird, and it will no longer be able to stand for a long time. I am a man in a cage, and I will not be able to return it. In the past, I couldn't keep the temple, so that I was mourned, and I was a sinner, and it was not enough to take care of my survival. The society is not light, and it is hard to build a great cause, and it is necessary to rejuvenate and recover. You can be the king of Wu for the Xiangguo, the king of Zhongshan for the Dazai, the leader of the great Sima, you can be the general, the leader of the Situ, the system of worship. Listen to my death, and your envoy will be honored. ”

Murong Hong held the letter handed over by Murong Wei's secret envoy, calmly read the above content, Qinggui's eyes showed a little sadness, but it was only a flash, and then he returned to resoluteness and decisiveness, casually put the letter on the candle on the table, watching it gradually be swallowed by the tongue of fire, the tail of his eyes lifted, the hand that was originally holding the letter paper was raised slowly and firmly, and his tone was very quiet:

"Enter, Chang'an."

There are only a few people in the Murong clan and Wanzhang in the commander's camp, located in Huayin, the night is as cool as water, the camp curtain rises and falls, and the candle flame flickers and fades.

Wanzhang looked sideways at his Murong Chong, and saw that the flames in his pupils were slowly burning, and finally calmed down, and his phoenix eyes were much deeper than his brother Murong Hong's, like a bottomless pool of water. The graceful and slender neck bowed his head modestly.

"No."

Not for a long time, the Yan army was like a bamboo, came to a night not far from Chang'an City, sat on a horse, and could see the thousand-year-old prosperity in the city from afar, the lights were not extinguished, and it was like a peaceful and prosperous era that never ended.

That night, Wanzhang obviously felt that he should be happy, but he always felt strange in his heart for some reason, and followed Murong Hong and others into Chang'an, and heard a terrifying strange sound in his ears.

His heart was suddenly alarmed, as if he realized something, and hurriedly pulled the horse rope and followed Murong Chong's side. The road to recovery has taken another step, he should have been high-spirited, but now when he takes a closer look, he still has a hidden heart, and even there is a knot between his eyebrows that is difficult to dissipate.

Wanzhang was puzzled, but he didn't ask, maybe the night was too dark, and he was wrong, so he waited side by side and asked him in a low voice:

"You hear...... Is there a sound of ghost night crying? ”

The eyes glanced down slightly, and turned to Wanzhang's serious face, knowing that she was not joking, her eyes paused, as if she wanted to say something, but after opening her lips slightly, she closed them, and the corners of her lips were hooked very weakly, and she said lightly:

"Are you scared?" The eyebrows and eyes are gentle, and the white clothes are fluttering in the night wind, like a crumbling butterfly, "It's okay." ”

He tilted his head sideways, comforting her gently, like comforting a timid child, and Wanzhang did not speak again, only quietly followed him not far behind his horse, looking at his slender and straight back.

The army was finally stationed a hundred miles below Chang'an City, a magnificent city, just like a bag, the army saw victory in sight, morale was high, and the soldiers were like this, and Murong Hong, as the leader, was even more victorious. In recent days, the atmosphere in the army has been good, and the singing and dancing have been leveled down every night, as if they have won Chang'an and celebrated the victory.

For only one night, there was no sound of bamboo in Murong Hong's tent, only the candle flame was still bright, and several advisers stood in the tent, silently and respectfully waiting for Murong Hong to speak.

"Everyone in the world has passed on the hexagram, if the fairy is like a god, the strange girl is Zhang, and this woman can win the world...... Guys, credible? ”

Murong Hong took a sip of cold wine and asked lightly, his tone seemed to be soaked in the smell of cold wine, clear and piercing.

The people who can stand in his tent at this moment are all well aware of Murong Hong's character and thoughts, and when they heard this, their hearts moved, and they immediately realized the deep meaning of Murong Hong's words. It's not about asking them if they believe it, it's about ...... He already believed it, he wanted to get this woman, even if it was from the hands of the King of Zhongshan, snatching this woman.

However, Murong Chong, the king of Zhongshan, is not only his younger brother, but also better than him in terms of martial arts, if it weren't for the orderliness of the young and the young, in terms of strength, he should have been the king of Yan. What's more, since the woman followed the King of Zhongshan, she was already following the Yan Kingdom, so why bother to snatch it in one fell swoop, wouldn't it cause the brothers to turn against each other and have endless civil strife?

Yichen really didn't want the Yan Kingdom, which had been rebuilt with great difficulty, to be destroyed in civil strife again, so he stepped forward and knelt in front of Murong Hong:

"King Jibei, at this time it is the time for Dayan to deal with Fu Qin, as for Miss Wanzhang, since she has already chosen to take refuge in my Dayan, why should she care who she follows, I hope that King Jibei will focus on major matters."

Murong Hong's face darkened silently, and his dark eyes deepened a little.

They are ministers, so how can they understand the fear in the hearts of kings? His younger brother, Murong Chong, has been extraordinary since he was a child, but when he was a child, they were just princes, and they didn't know the threat that the brotherhood would pose to him. It wasn't until he grew up, the Yan Kingdom was destroyed, the Murong clan was captured, and he experienced a lot of things, and he stepped step by step into a position that could compete with the enemies of destroying the country today, only one step away, and he began to understand that the king's fear was not outside the city walls, but within the palace walls.

Coupled with the appearance of such a strange woman as Wanzhang, he had to guard against it, he didn't believe in fortune telling, but what happened later, one by one, made him afraid from the bottom of his heart. Murong Chong, coupled with such a woman, where will he be able to sit on a high seat in the future? It must be day and night that he can't feel at ease, so he must deal with this matter as soon as possible to prevent the tiger from being troubled in the future.