Qindu, Chang'an.

On the Taiji Palace, even in the scorching summer, it is also a bleak place, the wind pours in from the strong wind and the windows that are ventilated everywhere, and the whole hall "woos" straight sounds, blowing the official uniforms and beards of the civil and military officials, all the people are bowing their heads, not saying a word, and the heavenly king Fu Jian, who sits on the dragon chair above, his face is as heavy as water, looking at the ministers in the hall, his eyes reveal a trace of sincere desire, as if he hopes that everyone can be in this stormy time, for the Qin State in danger, offer a good strategy to bring the dead back to life, but, No one answered.

Compared with the high-spirited spirit of the Southern Expedition for more than a year, today's Fu Jian is at least ten years old, with black and shiny hair, and he has already grown early, with gray temples, and a king who is just in his forties and is in the prime of life, has become a person like an old man in his sixties so quickly, which really makes me sigh at the impermanence of fate.

Fu Jian's gaze finally fell on the right wing who was the first on the left, and he sighed: "The power servant shoots, there is no need to speak, there is no defense against Xianbei and Qiang thieves, so that the thieves are so powerful." Now that the situation in Kanto is collapsed and out of control, in the short term, Gu is unable to go out of Kanto to compete with Murong Chui again. But Murong Hong and Murong Chong joined forces and marched into Chang'an, and Yao Chang, the dog Qiang, took advantage of the disadvantage of our army to flee to the north to start a rebellion. Servant of power, you are resourceful, in the past, I didn't listen to your kind words, but now, can you have a good plan? ”

Quan Yi hooked the corners of his mouth and stood up, he didn't speak directly, but turned his head to the other side, a person who was shrunk in the pile of people glanced at it, and sneered: "Heavenly King, Wei Chen told you before, Xianbei thief wolf ambition is never credible, I advise you to kill Murong Xianbei clan as soon as possible, you thought kindly, did not listen, and now it is a big mistake." Here, there is also a letter from the enemy army that I have just received, because its words are too arrogant, I am afraid that it will spoil your interest, and I dare not let you see it before this court meeting, but now that you have taken the initiative to mention the second thief, the minister has to present this letter. ”

Fu Jian's eyes widened, and his two fists clenched tightly at once: "Who sent the letter?" I don't want to see it, the servant of power shoots, in front of the civil and military forces of this Manchu Dynasty, you read it out! ”

In Quan Yi's hand, he took out a roll of parchment like a trick, held it high in his hand, and showed it to the Manchu Dynasty civil and military, and said loudly: "Everyone, this letter is sent by Murong Hong, a Xianbei thief, and this letter says that King Wu has decided to Guandong, and he can quickly prepare for it, and send his brother to the emperor. ”

This letter was so arrogant and domineering that the civil and military officials of the Qin Dynasty who heard these words raised their heads one by one, gritted their teeth, and even some began to shout: "Heavenly King, the last general please order to go to war, don't kill Murong Hong, the dog thief, come and see you!" ”

Fu Jian jumped up from the dragon chair at once, and said sharply: "Murong thief, you deceive people too much!" Lonely, lonely, if you can't, you can't destroy you, and you won't be the king! Aroused by Fu Jian's volcanic eruption-like anger, all the ministers in the hall raised their sleeves and raised their fists and stomped their feet, and the hall, which was quiet just now, suddenly became as noisy as a battlefield, and even the roof of the humble hall seemed to be overturned.

Quan Yi stood quietly in place, listening to the tsunami-like shouting and killing sound of the palace on the mountain, the corners of his mouth hooked up a sneer, coughed dryly twice, the shouts in the hall gradually subsided, everyone's eyes were cast on Quan Yi, Quan Yi said loudly: "Weichen thinks that although Murong Hong's letter is arrogant and rude, it also points out a fact, the Heavenly King, the backbone of these Xianbei thieves, is in this hall!" ”

Before the words fell, there was a "plop", a person came out of the crowd in despair, and knelt on the ground, the official hat on his head rolled to the ground under this pounce, and his head kept making intimate contact with the ground: "The king of heaven is above, the minister is a capital crime, a capital crime!" ”

When everyone saw it, they were immediately furious, and a few impulsive people rolled up their sleeves and prepared to rush up to beat people, but fortunately they were pulled by their colleagues on the left and right to get up. After all, when Fu Jian first ascended the throne, there were Di officials, relying on their military exploits, looking down on Wang Meng, and were extremely dissatisfied with Fu Jian's heavy use of Wang Meng, a Han man, and even wanted to come forward to beat Wang Meng at the court meeting, but Fu Jian was ordered to be killed on the spot.

But the roars of almost all of them, accompanied by bursts of saliva with the flavors of mutton, beef, and garlic, hit this person's body, enveloping him in a storm: "Murong Wei, you traitor, why don't you die!" ”

"That is, look at the good deeds done by your family, are they done by people? The King of Heaven has shown you great kindness in the heavens and the earth, and this is how you repay it? ”

"Heavenly King, this surnamed Murong doesn't have a good thing, then Murong Hong still has the face to ask this thief to go back and be the emperor, please give an order to kill this thief on the spot, so as to stop the thief!"

The muscles on Fu Jian's face were beating slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, trembling slightly, everyone knew that this was Fu Jian still restraining his feelings in an extremely angry state, as a king, one sentence can decide the life and death of hundreds of people, restraint is the fundamental reason why Fu Jian can come to this day and become a generation of Ming Jun, but anyone can see it clearly, and he can't help it.

Fu Jian's eyes were as bright as electricity, stabbing Murong Wei, who was kowtowing to the ground like pounding garlic, and said in a voice as calm as possible: "Murong Aiqing, you have also heard the letter from Brother Murong Hong, Aiqing's clan can be described as a human-faced beast, and he treats him alone as a national soldier, but he is repaid by raising troops to make chaos when the country is in trouble, since Brother Ling asks for Aiqing, if Aiqing intends to leave, then send him off as a chariot and horse, send you the reunion of the Murong clan, and then, compete on the battlefield, and make a complete decision!" ”

Murong Wei cried bitterly, his head was bleeding, and he choked up: "The king of heaven treats my Murong clan with the grace of heaven and earth, and my Murong clan ancestor precepts, you should be a man who knows how to repay your kindness, otherwise it will bring disaster to your descendants." Back then, my father did not repay Jin En, and took advantage of the chaos to claim the emperor, so that when he was in the hands of the guilty ministers, the country was ruined, this is retribution! ”

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