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Fu Jian hesitated for a moment and did not answer, Wang Meng's breath was rough and breathless, and he said, "I know Your Majesty...... Why did you want to keep Murong Trai, you know it...... Murong Chui and I have a grudge against my son, but you are not only ...... instead of curing his sins, he made him a ...... Hou, Your Majesty, are you trying to use him to clamp down...... Shall I? ”

Fu Jian was shocked, took two steps back and stared at Wang Meng, and said, "Jingluo, you actually think like this?" ”

"Your Majesty, maybe you don't think so, this is human instinct, people in a high position, there is a sense of precariousness, look down at the people below, one or two people who have earned their heads, it is extremely terrible, there must be two people in their early positions to suppress each other, this high position can sit firmly"

Fu Jian sneered slightly: "This is the logic of your Han people, right?" ”

"Your Majesty" Wang Meng's tears burst out, "Your Majesty today is no different from the Han people"

"Hah...... I understand, in the past 20 years, you have been diligently assisting me, just to make me no different from the Han people? ”

"Your Majesty, this is not the point, the ministers will not live tomorrow, and there is no need for Your Majesty to let others restrain me, if the ministers go, Murong Chui will become bigger in the court, and their Murong family will grow stronger and stronger, and no one will be able to compete with it at that time...... Please think twice," Wang Meng said sadly.

Fu Jian heard him say that he would not live tomorrow, a wave of sadness and sadness hit, in the past few decades, he has relied on Wang Meng politically and militarily, his suggestions have basically been adopted, the Great Qin Dynasty has today's prosperity, Wang Meng is indeed indispensable, if he goes, it will really be as painful as a broken arm. He bowed his head and said: "Jing Luo, don't say such frustrating words, the imperial doctor said that you have a heart disease, I have never suspected you, and I have never thought about who to call to restrain you, you relax, let's slowly figure it out." I can't live without you. I still want to unify the Central Plains and be the real emperor, like the Qin and Han dynasties, and dominate the land of Kyushu......"

"Your Majesty," Wang was shocked, "Your Majesty." You can't attack the Jin Dynasty, only if you pacify the north and conquer it first, can the Jin Kingdom make plans."

Fu Jian patted Wang Meng on the shoulder and said, "Jingluo, you are ...... to Jin There is still a lot of affection...... I can understand ......"

"No...... Your Majesty. It's not for this reason, Your Majesty listened to the ministers...... That's not true...... Several small countries in the Northland have not yet been reorganized. He went to conquer the Jin Kingdom, and Wei Cao did just that......"

"Okay, don't talk about it, I'm not Cao Agui. Rest well, don't think too much, I just hope you get better. Let's make great things together......"

"Your Majesty......" Wang Meng shouted, unable to come up in one breath. The whites of his eyes rolled up, Fu Jian was startled, and shouted: "Come on, come on, come on......"

The imperial physician Cheng came in to take a look, and hurriedly administered the needle, and one of them persuaded Fu Jian: "Your Majesty, this place is not clean, you should not stay here, go back to the palace quickly, and the ministers will do their best to save Prime Minister Wang."

Fu Jian's heart was cold, knowing that Wang Meng would not be able to survive this catastrophe, and returned to the Qin Palace in despair, and sure enough, soon after, the news of Wang Meng's death came.

Fu Jian stood in the Ming Hall on the east side of the Taiji Palace, the palace eunuchs stood solemnly on both sides, so quiet that they could hear the sound of their clothes rubbing against each other, the person who always pointed out the country in front of him to give advice was gone, Fu Jian turned around, the person who stood quietly behind him or in a daze, or frowned, or listened to him with bright eyes, there was no one who could hear his voice in his heart.

Fu Jian felt sad, stood in the middle of the east hall for a while, and then went out of the hall gate, and was at a loss in front of the hall, where can he take his grief and loss now?

He lifted his feet, walked aimlessly, unconsciously walked to the Fanghua Palace, as soon as he entered the temple door, the small yellow door guarding the temple door was taken aback, and was about to report, Fu Jian raised his hand, signaling him not to call, he turned around and swung, told the people who followed to stop, he walked through the outline, walked towards the main hall, the long silhouette was a little long, Fu Jian liked to tease him before, and walked very fast in stride, when he was only twelve years old, he was still a little timid, very hard to follow behind, could not keep up, he ran up with small steps, and still lost his elegant temperament.

fèng Huang'er's robe rose and fell like a dragon cloud, making him look not like he was walking or running, but like drifting, he was so handsome and elegant, beautiful and handsome, intoxicated, Fu Jian looked back at him, his heart couldn't help but itch, he would suddenly brake his steps, fèng Huang'er was in a hurry to catch up, where did he know that Fu Jian would suddenly stop, too late to stop his steps, so he hit his head, "bang", just hit Fu Jian's chest, he was a little boy, his body has not yet grown, It only touched the position of Fu Jian's chest, so a few inches to the left of Fu Jian's chest, he would feel pain with a "bang".

This pain is very strange, not like real pain, Fu Jian can't say clearly, it is different from any pain he received during the battle, and there is a kind of swelling sadness, wanting to take him into his arms for no reason, and want to do everything possible to take care of him and love him.

At this time, Fu Jian would stretch out his arms and hug him tightly, but the young fèng Huang'er was always not as he wanted, he would break away from him inappropriately, his body would slide down, and he would fall to the ground, he would say cautiously: "Fèng Huang'er damn that he didn't have eyes, did he hurt His Majesty?"

The eunuchs and maids followed not far behind, and Fu Jian had no choice but to look at his body lying on the ground with his hands behind his back, combing a sky-high bun, with a small jasper inserted in his hair, his hair was thick, black and shiny, and only a small piece of skin was exposed at the neckline of the brocade robe, and his eyes were dazzling.

During the day, the fèng emperor is always so alienated from him, cautious, like a courtier, unlike at night, when he was a fèng slave, he was so charming and moving, he was affectionate to him, and he was foolish, like two people, but it was really pleasing to people, whether he was cautious in the day or tactful and happy in the night, he loved this little boy named Murong Chong, the small character fèng emperor.

So, Fu Jian asked gently: "Fèng Huang'er, did you hurt?" ”

"Slaves don't hurt," the young fèng emperor replied.

"You look up and let me see" people are still lovesick in front of them, that's how it feels.

Murong Chong only raised it slightly, and could see that his snow-white forehead was red because of the impact just now, Fu Jian raised his chin with two fingers to see it clearly, and he dodged it again, and then he stood up directly and said: "Your Majesty, the fèng emperor is not in the way of pain, my sister is waiting for us."

Such a thing made Fu Jian's heart itch and helpless, so he had to take a step forward and joke: "Doesn't it hurt?" Does it really not hurt? Fèng slave, you are very afraid of pain at night, but you love it very much...... You will say Your Majesty, spare me, it hurts ......"

"I'm not a fèng slave," Murong Chong forced himself to take a step back, gritting his teeth and raising his eyebrows in emphasis.

"But you will say: Your Majesty, spare me, it hurts ......" Fu Jian did not give up, and took another step closer.

"I'm not Your Majesty" Murong Chong took another step back, emphasizing again, his face flushed and his expression was excited, but it enhanced his beauty and handsomeness.

Fu Jian took a step forward, stretched out his hand and hugged it, empty, nothing, fèng Huang'er had left the Qin Palace for two whole years, every time he passed by a place related to him, his frequent smile jumped in inexplicably, calling Fu Jian can't stop, has fèng Huang'er really left him? Where is that stubborn young man who loves to make a little man and desperately emphasizes that he is not a "fèng slave"?

Fu Jian's heart fluctuated, he couldn't help himself, he quickened his steps and stepped into the main hall, and suddenly a strong gust of wind blew, bringing Ling Li's aura.

"Not good" Fu Jian secretly screamed, steady, his head was off, an arrow flew past his left ear, and then an arrow was stuck diagonally on the door frame, Fu Jian stood still and looked at the side, a huge arrow stood there. When I turned around again, I saw a person standing more than ten feet in front of him, and the maids and maids next to him had already knelt down on the ground, only he was stunned there with an arrow, he was wearing a short shirt with narrow sleeves and a waist, and a small waist was not in his hand, a pair of fat crotch trousers, and the lower calves were tied up with white satin, looking like a thin and sparse heron, standing there elegantly.

Fu Jian stopped breathing instantly, and the blood in his whole body surged up to the top of his head, and he paused for a while before he called out in a low voice: "Fèng Huang'er you"

The thin-footed "Egret" suddenly knelt down, kowtowed on the ground and said: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, the concubine didn't know that Your Majesty was coming, and the arrow missed its head, which scared Your Majesty." ”

It was clearly Murong Wanrou's voice, it turned out that Murong Wanrou took her younger brother Murong Chong's outfit when he practiced archery, and practiced in the hall every day, but he didn't want to almost shoot Fu Jian, and he hurriedly kowtowed in panic to ask for guilt, his voice trembled, dumb, but Fu Jian was hallucinating, and my fèng slave Fu Jian shouted softly in his heart.

"Come here" Fu stood upright, and suddenly felt that the blood that had rushed to the top of his head had all rushed back to his body, and the blood was rushing so much that he couldn't control it.

Murong Wanrou heard Fu Jian's low shout, seeing Fu Jian standing like an iron tower, her face was gloomy, but her eyes were full of fire, she was terrified to the extreme, but there was no way, so she had to get up from the ground and staggered towards Fu Jian.

This archery shirt and crotch pants were personally selected by Murong Chong, the short shirt was lake blue, and a peach-colored ribbon was tied in the middle, and a slender waist was bundled, but the fat crotch pants were chosen by Fu Jian for him, and they were made of peach-colored silk forging.

Murong Chong was only twelve years old at the time, his body had not yet grown, he was slightly fat when he wore it, his trousers were dragging on the ground, and it was extremely inconvenient to walk, so Murong Chong took it upon himself to cut a white silk scarf, and dragged the crotch pants to the ground, and tied it up with his calves. To be continued