The banquet dispersed after the feast, but the next day, news came that Yang declared war on Murong Chong.

This battle was meant to be fought, and when they received the battle letter, everyone had prepared expressions. This battle must not only be fought, but also must be won, and this time Chang'an City must be taken down in a real way, and Fu Jian will not be given a chance to regroup.

Tens of thousands of Dayan soldiers and horses came to the battlefield from Afang Palace. Riding a horse and looking into the distance, it can be seen that in the distant Chang'an City, there are tens of thousands of blacks, soaring and singing, and its voice is very sad.

Dou Yu is not all year round, but the elephant of the armor soldiers entering the city.

Wanzhang retracted his gaze, feeling a little gloomy. So he no longer looked at the city in the distance, but at what was in front of him.

In front of him was the Great Qin troops led by Yang Ding, and the smoke and dust were billowing behind the team, lining Chang'an City surrounded by countless crows behind him, like the last hustle and bustle before the end of the prosperity.

This time it was Murong Yong's idea, to wear the horse mound to consolidate himself, and dig many horse traps in advance, as long as Daqin's troops rushed over, people suddenly turned on their horses, and then the Yan army only had to step forward and stab and kill indiscriminately, and they could win the battle.

The simplest way, but also the most brutal way.

How can those who dare to use such a scheme not be a big deal in the future?

A inhumane fight, as if the soldiers of the Xianbei tribe wanted to avenge their relatives and friends who died tragically in the city not long ago, but in an instant, the battlefield was soaked in blood, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.

Yan Jun with the resentment of the destruction of the country and the death of the family, treated the Qin army like the enemy of the previous life, if it wasn't for Murong Chong to stop him, I am afraid that Yang Ding would also be killed The red-eyed Yan Jun was broken into pieces on the spot.

This was the quickest and bloodiest battle, from the beginning to the end, it was only half an hour, but the last troops left by Fu Jian in Chang'an City had been killed.

Subsequently, the victorious Yan army and Murong Chong finally entered Chang'an, and Yang Ding, the last defender of Chang'an City, whom Fu Jian was most optimistic about, was also captured.

The crows gradually dispersed, and the sky was clear and quiet, with no variegation except for a clear blue.

Chang'an City was finally completely broken. Or should it be said that Chang'an is still there, but the Qin State, which once owned it overnight, has finally perished.

This time, it's thorough.

The radiant Yan army and the frustrated and resentful Qin people are just like the scene when the Great Yan destroyed the country, but this time it is reversed, the former captives have become victors, and the former victors have become today's captives.

In troubled times, the rise and fall of the country and the change of dynasties are just white clouds and dogs, and they are just a blink of an eye.

Above the court, the Heavenly Master and Emperor Yan ruled the world together, and Wanzhang and Murong Chong sat together and were worshiped by His Royal Highness's ministers.

But this time, the subordinates seemed to have a slight complaint against Wanzhang.

Just because they saw it, it turned out that without Wanzhang's advice, they could also win the battle if they were someone else.

There are also those who have long been dissatisfied with her. For example, this one, at the beginning, had a lot of complaints about Wanzhang and a woman becoming the Great Yan Heavenly Master, but he didn't dare to oppose it because of Murong Chong's tough attitude, according to him, metaphysics is the way of demons and evil, and it is not worth believing.

However, those things are not meant to be believed, but to be used as mental support and dependence, and when they fail, they will not even have an object to use as an excuse.

After taking Chang'an City, the first book played by the ministers was that several officials jointly petitioned for their lives to abolish the position of Wanzhang Heavenly Master.

Murong Chong didn't speak, the meaning was obvious, it was for her to deal with it herself.

Wan Zhang didn't bother to explain anything at all, but just to be able to continue to sit beside him, he had to pay attention to it, and looked down contemptuously:

"I can only divinate and know good fortune, but you regard me as a master of victory and defeat, and you are not greedy. Besides, even if I have done something, after all, I have helped you so much, and now I am treated like this, it is too ungrateful. ”

Everyone is just a chess piece on the natal chart, since birth the fate has been doomed, no one can change it, can only follow the trajectory, everyone is like this, and herself, but not even a chess piece, she does not even have an established, her own destiny, just like the catkins before the wind, even the river duckweed.

In this world, there is her Zhang, and there is no her Zhang, all are the same.

They blame her, why do they blame her? Why blame her?

When people in the world are in trouble, they can still come to ask for help, but they know everything, but they can't change anything, they can only watch it happen, who is more sad?

The person standing in the hall is the important minister of the country after all, and he can't help but feel humiliated when he is accused like this by a little girl who doesn't look down on him in front of all his colleagues and the emperor.

But the emperor, why doesn't he show his attitude at all?

Could it be that even his own minister was humiliated on the spot, he still stood on this woman's side?

The minister, who had always looked down on Wanzhang and metaphysics, couldn't help it, and wanted to open his mouth to theorize, but was grabbed by his colleagues around him and shook his head meaningfully at him.

Following the eyes of his colleagues, he subconsciously glanced at Murong Chong, only to see that his face was pale, but it seemed to have a slight smile because of what Wanzhang said just now.

Smile? Whether they are in the court or in life, they have never seen the emperor's smile.

But now, he laughs because of a woman? Still like that...... An almost indulgent smile.

He understood, finally understood.

No one dared to say anything more, even if they were humiliated in front of the court, they could only swallow their resentment into their stomachs.

They can't afford to mess with this woman, not only because of her own position as a heavenly master, but also because of the emperor's ...... for her Affection.

Murong Chong, who was hindered by the decision to kill, no one dared to mention the status of the Heavenly Master of Wanzhang since then, if anyone still tried to mention it in vain, no matter what fate he gets, no one will sympathize with him because of his stupidity.

Chang'an City was taken again, the general Yang Ding was captured, and Fu Jian was shocked when he got the news in Wujiang Mountain.

That boy is no longer the boy he used to be, now he is a phoenix reborn from the ashes, with monstrous anger and strength, but he came for revenge. This time, I was scared.

He was really scared.

Seeing the destruction of Great Qin, the seizure of Chang'an, the slaughter of soldiers, and the fact that he was forced to become a loner step by step, Fu Jian finally couldn't help it and was afraid.

He knew that he was not his opponent, but he didn't want to die, let alone die in humiliation at the hands of Murong Chong, so he could only let the crown prince Fu Hong take power in order to steal his life, and he hid in Wujiang Mountain and never dared to come out again.

In May of the first year of the Great Yan Revolution, the former Qin Emperor Fu Jian left such a sentence to the crown prince Fu Hong: "If you don't say this, the sky may guide you." Now stay in you and the general government, don't compete with thieves for profit, I should go out of Long to collect troops and transport grain to you. Tianqi or is training also. After that, he took his favorite concubine Mrs. Zhang, his youngest son and two daughters to hide for a long time in Wujiang Mountain on the west side of Chang'an City.

What happened outside the mountain, how the people of the former Qin were, they didn't care.

After Murong Chong occupied Chang'an City, in order to avenge Fu Jian's slaughter of the Xianbei people in the city that day, he also began to kill the Qin people.

Kill, not for anything else, but for revenge.

Every day when he returned to the palace, he dyed his white clothes bright red, carried a sword, and his eyes were full of unquenched hatred and pleasure, as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood in hell.

It's a real Shura.

It's really what she looks like in her dreams.

The frenzied killing, already blinded by hatred, looks almost destroyed.

Thousands of troops and horses are in golden armor, and the lone phoenix emperor is clothed in white with a sword.

It had been a long time since he had seen him, but he clearly knew his current state, and knew that if he continued like this, he would inevitably harm himself in the end, as revealed in his dream.

However, this is also his fate, and he should not have taken care of it.

However, because I like him and care about him, I have to persuade him, knowing that it won't have any effect, I can't help but want to persuade him to stop.

Inside the palace, there is a smell of blood.

On the ground was a bloody robe soaked in the blood of the Qin people, and the palace people had not yet taken it away. At first glance, it looks like the most bewitching red, which is a manju sawa that blooms only in hell, climbing into the world one by one.

Murong Chong had washed off his blood at this time, and sat at the small table in only a snow-white single robe, draped in his hair, without any crown hairpin. It is undoubtedly the most beautiful scene in the world.

He loves white clothes the most, but he is willing to return to the palace when he dyes white clothes with blood, he is hating, revenge, and using what he has done to prove that he can rely on his own strength, with this body that has suffered and been humiliated, to ask the world for what he has lost, what he deserves, and everything he wants.

This is the pride of being a phoenix.

Phoenix, a thought becomes a Buddha, a thought becomes a demon.

Wanzhang approached him step by step, and there was a trace of strangeness and fear in his heart for people he had known for more than ten years. Even the air smelled of blood, and the smell made her head swell.

Sitting down in front of him, the droplets of water hanging in front of his forehead Topaz are mysterious and distant, and his eyes are cold and clear, just like when he first came down the mountain, he looked at the eyes of everyone in the world, compassion, and coldness.

She spoke, her voice was clear, and there was no longer a trace of the childishness of the past:

"What's the difference between what you and Fu Jian did that day?"

The person in front of him looked at her with a faint expression, looked at her slightly, and when he heard her words, he suddenly became angry:

"You're comparing me to the bastard who even drove his own son to death?"

The red eyes, with the murderous aura of the slaughter of the city, were suddenly aroused by her words, there was a ferocity that was almost crazy, but he kept the last bit of sobriety, and in the face of her, he didn't make a move.

However, Wanzhang had nothing to fear, only deep sympathy and pity.

"Isn't it different? Can't you also borrow a knife to kill Murong Hong, he is also your relative. ”

In fact, he knows that Murong Hong's death seemed to be caused by himself, Su Qinchong and Gao Gai did it, but in fact, it was just a plan of his. started from defecting to Murong Hong, and then aroused his desire to return to himself, and then led to the dissatisfaction of Su Qin and Gao Gai, and finally Murong Hong lost the hearts of the people and died, he won the hearts of the people alone, and naturally became the emperor's younger brother, but it was just a strict and orderly plan of his.