Murong Chong had just turned twelve years old, and seeing that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were silent, his blood was full of enthusiasm, and his face was flushed with excitement, and he stood up and said: "Your Majesty, you must not surrender at this time, you must fight!" There is a difference between defeat and surrender, and the circumstances are also different, surrendering without a fight is a slave to the country, and even if you die, you will not be a slave to the country! Let people look down on it, the ministers will fight the main battle, please Your Majesty will give the soldiers to the ministers, and the ministers will personally go to the battlefield to supervise the battle! ”

Although he didn't have much combat experience, Murong Chong stepped on the war horse with a lot of enthusiasm to command, the commander of Dayan looked like a very wonderful and childish young brother Lang, the soldiers had no backbone, and they had no confidence to fight to the death with the Great Qin Army, in front of the powerful Great Qin Army, the Great Yan Army collapsed like a mountain after only one round of fighting.

The Great Yan soldiers retreated like a surging tide, Murong Chong rode on a tall horse to personally supervise the battle, but there was still no way to stop the soldiers who fled in panic, he raised his sword and shouted: "Rush! Kill the thief! Don't run away—whoever runs will be killed—" But it didn't work, his voice was deeper than the others', but it was still a childlike voice that could not be changed, nice but not deterrent! His voice instantly disappeared into the fleeing crowd.

Murong Chong went upriver and killed a few who escaped, and the Yan army who was desperately retreating panicked, a group of black pressed over, and some directly hit Murong Chong's horse between pushing, the horse was frightened, and Murong Chong flew a few feet away, and fell heavily on the stone, and the soldiers desperately snatched Murong Chong out, so as not to be trampled and swallowed by the Yan soldiers who were attacking, but the defeat of the Great Yan Army was decided, and the gods could not save it!

Murong Chong, who was snatched back, had fainted, and the coma continued, for a few days and nights, until the soldiers and horses of the Great Qin Army drove into Yecheng in a big way, and the Great Yan Emperor Murong Wei was disheartened and led his ministers to surrender with the jade seal of the country.

Murong Chong was unconscious for a long time, and began to regain consciousness I don't know if it was dusk or early morning, anyway, the sky outside the window was inexplicably blue, and the curtain that seemed to be about to fall covered the person's head, he felt that he was very heavy, as if he was pressed under something and couldn't breathe, Murong Chong lame, and pushed it towards the weight that was stacked on him, and one person screamed "ah", rolled to the side, it turned out to be a man, a very strong and burly man, the muscles in his chest were knotted together, It shows the strength of the male.

As soon as the man turned over, he laughed heartily, and a rough hand climbed towards Murong Chong's chest, Murong Chong was so frightened that his limbs retreated, dodging to the deepest part of the couch, "Bold!" Who are you? He wanted to shout loudly, but it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and he had been too excited, his voice muffled in his throat, hoarse, and the prolonged tail was more like a whisper.

"Who am I? Feng Nu'er, obediently, you forgot about me after a night? Your phoenix slave, I am your stronghold! The sound of laughter and conversation weaved a terrible shadow, approaching step by step.

By the dim candlelight, Murong Chong saw that the shadow was an extremely strong man, his naked body with hard muscles as if a mountain was pressing down.

Murong Chong was an inexplicable spirit, subconsciously glanced down at himself, and almost fainted, he was the same as that man, he didn't care about it! However, compared with the man's copper-colored and shiny skin, he looked like a little lamb that had just been sheared, smooth and slippery, and the night was a little cold, and his skin seemed to be forged and brocade, shining with a poignant light.

"Bold! You, you, you...... Why is it on my couch, I am not Feng Nu'er, I am Murong Chong, the king of the mountains of Dayan! ”

"Hah! The King of the Great Swallow Mountain? Your little word is a phoenix, right? The face turned so fast...... What were you talking about under me last night? You said that you want my Feng Nu'er to serve me for the rest of your life, and you want me to be your strong head and be good to you for the rest of your life! Feng Nu'er—"

The man approached again, Murong Chong retreated and couldn't retreat, he slapped his palm, the man took it with one hand, his palm was wide and big, very rough, the palm was still restless, after grabbing Murong Chong's hand, with a slight effort, Murong Chong fell into his arms, and the man's hand touched it, and he laughed in his mouth: "Feng Nu'er, are you going to play with me again, didn't you play enough last night?" If I am not enough, I will satisfy you, and ask you to beg for mercy! Tsk tsk, this skin ...... It's even more delicate than your sister's, my phoenix slave...... Come ......"

Sister? Murong Chong is a spirit, his sister Murong Lin, is it also in the palm of this person's hands? I? He calls himself me, is he the Great Qin Emperor Fu Jian?

The dignified King of Zhongshan and the Great Sima of the Great Yan Kingdom were actually being toyed with in his palms, and Murong Chong turned his anger into power, turned his palms into sharp claws, and scratched at that "me".

"I" screamed, the voice was very low and painful, "I" had to let go of his hand, Murong alluvial force suddenly turned to zero, forced to turn backwards, and then his face was already on the edge, he fell to the outside of the couch, "Ah-" His exclamation, the cry was louder than "I".

"I" flipped his hand and quickly buckled Murong Chong's feet, buffering the speed of his fall to the ground, Murong Chong's upper body had fallen to the bottom of the couch, and the lower half of his body was still half hanging on the couch. At this moment, I heard the door of the temple creak open, and someone came in! Murong Chong's head "buzzed" and became extremely huge, he was standing upside down, he could still see clearly that it was a eunuch, and rushed in and asked, "Your Majesty, what is the summons?" ”

Your Majesty? Sure enough, it's Fu Jian! Murong Chong's eyes moved away from the eunuch, looked up, open! Fu Jianjing was naked, holding his feet in one hand, and he was naked and half-hanging on the couch, he saw that his body and arms were red stains, and the black Ah Wu'er was completely exposed, trembling pitifully in the cool air.

Murong Chong's mind was blank, Jiezi's stomach twitched, he began to retch, Fu Jian waved his hand, and the eunuch hurriedly ran out, Murong Chong could imagine the ridicule and sarcasm on his face.

Fu Jian hugged Murong Chong on the couch and let him retch, Murong Chong just retched, he couldn't spit out anything, he still remembered to push Fu Jian's arms away, Fu Jian was not reluctant, he just watched with concern on the side, he looked at a darling with concern, a male darling.

Murong Chong's hands and feet were extremely cold, retching took all his strength, tears rolled down uncontrollably, and out of his eyes, he saw a sword, he pounced, picked up the sword and wiped it at his neck.

"Feng Nu-" Fu Jian shouted, "You dare to die!" ”

The tone was too majestic, Murong Chong couldn't help but stop, why don't I dare to die! I, Murong Chong, would rather die than live like those soft children around my uncle and uncle!

"Why—" He looked back and saw Fu Jian's expression, and he didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence anymore.

Fu Jian's eyes were like sword light, cold and violent, showing a majesty and solemnity, it was the momentum deposited on the body by the people who had been in the top position for a long time or had killed countless people, making people afraid and irresistible, and Murong Chong's sword couldn't help but hang down.

"You dare to die?" Fu Jian drank again, but the tone of this sentence had been relaxed, "Feng Nu'er, didn't you agree to me last night, you are willing to serve me, I will be good to you for the rest of your life!" …… And your whole ......."

Murong Chong's sword fell to the ground, and the sword didn't make any sound, and the ground was covered with the finest felt carpet, and anything, including dignity, fell in, and it was silent.

"I'm not Feng Nu'er-" Murong Chong said again stubbornly, his mind was blank, what happened last night was like a wind blowing through the sky, and there was no trace of innocence.