Murong Chong, I will see you with you, and I will say goodbye to Chang'an

I will accompany you with the years of water until a hundred flowers wither

The vow has not been made, and I have paid it for the rest of my life

Mo is deeply affectionate, only sighing bitterly

When everything is calm, Gao Ruqing's full of love also dissipates in the cold wind with the strong smell of blood. He was born as a lover, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world.

In the first month of 385 AD, Murong Chong ordered Gao Gai to lead his subordinates to attack Nancheng at night, and more than 800 soldiers were beheaded by the Qin army, and the corpses were all eaten and eaten.

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"Gao Gai this time, I'm afraid there will be no return." Duan Sui retreated from the East City Gate unhurriedly.

Although the whole army was dispatched tonight, he felt that Murong Chong's desire to attack the city was not so strong.

"You mean to say Your Majesty ......" Han Yan was stunned for a moment, although he thought of this possibility, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Gao Gai had heavy troops in his hands and repeatedly coerced each other, insisting that Murong Chong marry his daughter. Where is he the kind of person who can stand being led by the nose by his subordinates. ”

"In this way, he is actually more ruthless than anyone else, and he does not show any traces!" Han Yan couldn't help but gasp.

It seems that they will have to be more cautious in their actions in the future!

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When the news of the soldiers being divided into corpses and eaten reached the city, everyone was very sad when they heard the bad news, and they hated the Qin army even more.

Gao Gai beat his chest, was heartbroken, shouted his daughter's name, and fainted several times.

The blow of the white-haired man to the black-haired man made this old father, who once wanted to go to the pinnacle of power, die in the grief of losing his daughter.

Murong Chong didn't expect that it would be Gao Ruqing who fought on behalf of his father tonight, and when he heard his tragic death, he felt uncomfortable.

Song Ling was still in confinement, and when the news of the fiasco came, she dragged her weak body and burned paper at the door of the dormitory, in the cold wind, to pray for the dead soldiers.

That kind of heartache, no matter how much you do, they won't come back! Never and never back!

I don't see the head of Qinghai, and no one collects the white bones in ancient times.

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Two months later

When everyone was about to recover from the nightmare of the Nancheng fiasco, Murong Chong was extremely eager to make Song Ling the queen and his son the crown prince, but considering that Gao Gai had just experienced the pain of losing his daughter, the matter was put on hold.

Every day in the dead of night, he would gently come to Song Ling's dormitory, just stand like that, look at their mother and son stupidly, and he would feel very happy and satisfied.

The country and the beauty have always been a difficult problem to solve.

Ah Ling, I have let go of heaven and earth, but I have never let go of you.

She knew that he would come, and he knew that she had not slept, but there was still an invisible barrier between the two, an obstacle that no amount of pale words could break through.

Perhaps, they can only leave everything to time to give them a result.

On this day, Murong Chong received a secret report that the remnants of the Qin State in Guanzhong had scraped together some military rations, which were escorted by 5,000 cavalry led by Gou Chi, the left general of the Qin State, and Ju Shizi, the right general, in order to solve the problem of Fu Jian's grain and grass.

He immediately ordered Murong Yong to lead 20,000 elites to Lishan to intercept grain. Since the Battle of Baiqu, Murong Chong has reused Murong Yong, and he has been much more important to him than Han Yan and Duan Sui.

However, Murong Yong did not disappoint him, defeating the Qin army, beheading the Qin general Gou Chi, and another Ju Shizi was so frightened that he abandoned the army and fled. The little grain and grass that Qin Guo had finally saved and scraped together went into Murong Chong's pocket.

When Fu Jian heard the news, he was furious, and he immediately summoned Yang Ding and asked him to lead two thousand five hundred elites to take revenge!

As soon as the Qin army thought that their life-saving food was gone, they turned all their anger and despair into sharp knives, and desperately slaughtered the Yan army. The man is iron-clad, rather than being starved to death, it is better to be buried on the battlefield!

The Yan army set up camp in Afang City, lived in a stable place, and did not worry about food, and there was no such momentum as the Qin army that regarded death as home, and it was soon defeated, with more than 10,000 dead and wounded.

When Murong Chong heard the news, he personally raised his spear and went into battle, but Yang Ding was now red-eyed and unstoppable.

When Fu Jian heard of the victory, he immediately led Chang'an's heavy troops from the west of the city to reinforce Yang Ding.

For a while, the Qin army rushed towards the Yan army like a wolf and tiger, and the Yan army was killed and wounded, and could not be defeated, and was quickly defeated. Murong Chong was even more in the middle of the arrow, and he had no choice but to retreat to Afang City.

"Oh no! Your Majesty has been shot! ”

Ah Fang Chengzhong panicked, and when Song Ling heard this, he immediately brought in the maid and asked anxiously, "What's going on outside?" What's wrong with Your Majesty? ”

"It seems that the Qin army is calling! Your Majesty has been shot! The maidservant replied in alarm.

Song Ling was stunned, and immediately handed over the child to the maidservant, and rushed to Afang Palace in a hurry.

The man's white clothes were stained with blood, and the scapula was the most red, and several imperial doctors were busy applying medicine and bandaging, as if they had just pulled out arrows.

His face was pale, his brow was furrowed in pain, and he leaned slightly weakly on the bed.

"Phoenix Emperor!" She cried out in distress, tears falling from her eyes.

Compared with being obsessed with power, what she is most worried about is that he is in distress on the battlefield, and after seeing so much blood and death, she is more and more afraid that one day, she will also lose him!

"Ah Ling!" As soon as he saw her coming, his heart was excited, and he was about to get up on the bed, when the medicated wound was torn open again, but the pain was suddenly unfelt.

"Lie down!" Song Ling walked a few steps quickly to meet him, and shouted worriedly.

"It's good that you came to see me!" He looked at her gaze with a softness of course.

Song Ling helped him lie down slowly, and hurriedly asked the imperial doctor to continue bandaging.

Looking at his bloody wounds, she couldn't help but ask in a painful voice, "How could it be like this?" ”

"It's not serious." He barely pulled out a pale smile and gently touched her hair, as if all the estrangement had dissipated in an instant in affection.

Perhaps, because of love, all can be forgiven and forgiven.

At this time, Murong Yong hurriedly reported, "Your Majesty, Fu Jian has led the army to the city!" ”

"Hurry up and put all the strong bows and crossbows on the castle tower! You lead your troops to defend first, and Lone will arrive later! Murong Chong hastily bandaged the wound, got up forcefully, and walked to the city tower.

"Phoenix Emperor!" She looked distressed and couldn't help but shout.

Murong Chong turned around, just as he had been reluctant to go on many expeditions, Song Ling looked at him, and a thousand words turned into two short words, "Be careful!" ”

He nodded solemnly at her and turned away.

On Afang City, hundreds of sharp arrows were already on standby, and the soldiers of the Yan army all drew their swords, and the cold light broke through the sky, just waiting for a big battle.

Fu Jian lined up under the city, and Yang Ding couldn't help urging, "Your Majesty, quickly order the siege of the city!" ”