Guihua autumn is bright and clean, and the sky is fragrant and the clouds are floating. In October, Dayan won the good news that shocked the world, and the people waited for the long-awaited peace and happiness. And she finally met the shining thorn in her life again.

The soldiers of Dayan returned triumphantly, and the people greeted them in the middle of the road, starting from Fengyang Gate, ten miles long, cheering endlessly. The golden phoenix on the top of Fengyang Gate, chasing the light of the sun with its head held high, once again witnessed the miracle of Yecheng and the victory of Dayan.

He stood high on the war horse, and walked slowly, his gaze deep and soft, his eyes as clear as stars revealing rare joy, and the innate darkness seemed to gradually dissipate in the cheers of the people.

She stood in the crowd, looking up at the hero in her heart, and sighed at the long-lost meeting.

It turned out that he was the son of King Wu, Murong Ling.

"Horses have the will to fight, and no one dares to fight."

Isn't he the warrior of Dayan, isn't he the hero who saves his family and country in the hearts of the people, he is also the crown of the Mid-Autumn Festival in her heart.

Murong Ling, goodbye to you, it's so good!

At this time, Murong Ping was sitting in an official sedan chair and was about to enter the palace to meet the Queen Mother, but he felt that the sedan chair was getting slower and slower, and it seemed to have gradually stopped. He opened the curtain of the sedan car in displeasure, just in time to see the scene of the people cheering on the street.

"This Murong is so big!" He couldn't help but say sourly.

There's no way, who let the family win the battle, it's just that the momentum of this scenery, I don't expect him to last long.

When the attendant Cao Li saw Murong Ping's face, he hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Taifu, do you want me to order the people to let me?" ”

Murong Ping waved his hand and said coldly, "No." I waited. ”

"However, the Queen Mother is not waiting for ......"

"The longer the Queen Mother waits, the more she knows how much King Wu is loved by all the people." The scheming face couldn't help but raise a treacherous smile.

Murong Trai, Murong Trai, what if you win Huan Wen? Can you keep Yecheng, can you keep Wu Wangfu?

Cao Li reacted immediately, and immediately stepped back and said, "The little one understands." ”

Song Ling kept moving with the crowd, crowded, and followed Yan Jun's team all the way, walking for more than half a mile. Suddenly, she only felt a force behind her, and she didn't know who pushed her violently, and she staggered to the front of the Yan army in a few steps.

The soldier holding the Yan flag was startled, and his front hooves were raised suddenly, and he was about to step on the girl's body when he saw that it fell.

When Murong Chui saw this, he hurriedly ordered loudly, "Stop!" ”

The soldier hurriedly pulled the reins, but the horse's hooves seemed to be faster.

Murong Ling's eyes couldn't help but tighten, only to feel that the girl's figure was a little familiar, but now it was too late for anyone to make a move.

At this critical moment, I saw the girl's feet like a whirlwind, and her body flashed like a spiritual snake two horses in a row, and people didn't see the whole process clearly, but when they settled down, she had retreated to the other side of the crowd.

"It's dangerous! It's dangerous! Song Ling couldn't help but gently pat her chest, and when she saw that the horse's hooves were about to fall, she herself was startled, but fortunately she ran fast.

"This girl is a good skill!" Murong Chui was a little surprised, and he was also a little surprised, he didn't expect that Dayan's current child would have such extraordinary skills, and he was sincerely pleased. Dayan is hopeful!

At this time, Murong Ling had already recognized Song Ling, and he couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, but he suddenly felt that his worries just now seemed to be a little superfluous. He patted his mount under him, Chasing Cloud, and couldn't help but think back to the girl who was riding a fierce horse on the long street, how could she not escape such danger.

Coincidentally, this scene was seen by Murong Ping, and he couldn't help but ask Cao Li, "Which girl is this?" ”

Cao Li took a few steps forward, leaned in to take a closer look, and then came back to report, "It seems to be Miss Song." ”

"The Song family?" Although it is not luxurious to see the girl dressed, it is not a material that ordinary people can afford.

He searched in his mind for someone surnamed Song who could think of a name, "The daughter of the late Dingbei general Song Huang?" ”

Cao Li nodded again and again, "It seems to be." ”

"He seems to have a son, Lieutenant Song Xu." Murong Ping said thoughtfully.

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Yecheng Imperial Palace Taiji Hall

Murong looked down at the left drum and right bell in front of the hall, stepping step by step on the steps, this feeling was very familiar, familiar as if returning to the scene of his and fourth brother Murong Ke returning triumphantly more than twenty years ago. At that time, the first emperor greeted him personally, hundreds of officials lined up, and every big gift was declaring that they were the pillars of the country and the heroes of Dayan!

Thinking of that time, Murong Chui's slightly vicissitudes of life couldn't help but raise a faint smile, so nostalgic for those days! At that time, every time he stepped on the war horse, lifted the broadsword, and killed the enemy on the battlefield, his heart was impassioned, even if he shuttled in the sword of life and death, he had a firm belief to support him, he was contributing to his family and country, and he was guarding Xianbei Dayan.

Looking at it now, the majesty of the Taiji Hall has not changed, but it has added too much desertion. only listened to a long sigh, what he never cared about was not the congratulations of the officials, not the number of rewards, but the trust of the king. Maybe now, these are just luxury hopes.

Murong Ling walked quietly behind him, and many times when he raised his head and took steps, he suddenly found that this father he admired the most, the most courageous god of war, and the greatest hero seemed to be gradually aging in the merciless lapping of the years. The originally straight waist, the spine that he once thought could support Dayan when he was a child, seems to be really not as good as it was back then.

Yes, after all, my father is already in the age of no doubt, and he should have enjoyed his old age like other free princes, but now he has to put on armor to kill the enemy externally, and he has to spend his life exhausted internally. How could he not grow old?

Father, maybe you really have given too much to this country!

Emperor Yan Murong Wei and Empress Dowager Ke Zuhun had already been waiting in the Taiji Hall early, and the worries in their hearts could not be put down until the moment they really saw Murong Chui.

King Wu won a great victory, the army is wanted, the people are wanted, if he does not base his troops, with the soldiers and horses in their hands, I am afraid that he really cannot match it.

However, it turns out how redundant and ridiculous their concerns are.

What is the heart of a villain, this is the most chilling example.

"See Your Majesty."

"See Your Majesty."

Murong Chui's father and son both bowed their heads.

"King Wu, please get up." Murong Wei's voice was very flat, or there was a hint of majesty in his indifference, completely lacking the kindness of King Wu when he entered the palace to invite Zhan Fangtou. Perhaps, as an emperor, he has never been able to trust and rely too much on family affection.

He may have hoped for Murong Chui's victory, but at the same time, he also had to worry about his prestige after his triumphant return.

Although he was young, he still understood the threat of high merit.

From Murong Wei's unsurprised tone, Murong Ling knew that even if their father and son had made great contributions to Dayan, what their mother and son cared about was only the fear of power, not the protection of their family and country.

Where is this an emperor's attitude towards heroes? Perhaps they have long forgotten about stepping forward in times of crisis, or they have not paid attention to them at all. He just sighed secretly in his heart, how many promising people in Dayan would be cold.

Pity his old father, who still guards such foolish loyalty until death.

"With the blessing of Your Majesty's heavenly might, our soldiers did not disgrace their mission, recovered the lost territory, defeated Huan Wen, and beheaded more than 30,000 Jin troops. Murong Chui reported on the war.

Maybe if he didn't say it, Murong Wei wouldn't know the detailed battle report at all. Although there was a lot of military information from the front line before, I am afraid that there were not many letters that could reach the case of this Yan monarch, and most of them were detained by the Queen Mother and Murong Ping.

Murong Wei listened to such a big good news, and couldn't help but glance at the Queen Mother, he only knew that Yan Jun had won, but he didn't know that the victory was so beautiful! Even if he didn't want to admit it, Murong Chui was indeed a rare general in the world.

"Well won!" Murong Wei praised with a little excitement, but at the same time, he couldn't help but think that he, the emperor, was not a little worse than Murong Chui, and the worry in his heart couldn't help but thicken again.

Such a famous battle, such a rich victory, and such a loyal and brave general, maybe Murong Wei and Ke Zuhun are not serious, but it is enough to be passed on to future generations and remembered by thousands of people.

"King Wu has worked hard and made great achievements, and he has raised the prestige of my country, and he is very relieved." The courtesy of the emperor seems to be more hypocritical than ordinary people.

"Your Majesty, the ministers don't dare to take credit, and they don't want any rewards, the credit belongs to 50,000 Xianbei soldiers! Murong De, the general of the expedition, Murong Zhou, the general of the Zhen Army, the general of the Zhen Army, the Shang Shulang Xi Luoteng, the Zhonglang general Dye Ganjin, the chief official of the expedition Situ Zuo, Shen Yin, and the Huangmen Shilang Fengfu have all made great contributions, hoping that His Majesty can reward them for their merits and deeds to show their grace. ”

Fame, fortune and power, he has never valued, but those soldiers who were born and died on the battlefield are really not easy, and they deserve the rewards they deserve. However, he knew that if he hadn't mentioned it to Murong Wei in person, then he would never have thought of this level, and Murong Ping and the Queen Mother would not let him see these movements. But even if he asked for a decree in person, the young emperor might not allow it. It's just that pity those soldiers who died in battle, they also have wives and children, and who will take care of their future lives?

Murong Ling did not have any hope for this puppet emperor, the punishment must be heavy, and the reward is unknown, which is the attitude of this mother and son towards loyal ministers. He was only glad that he had a father who loved soldiers like a son, and every year he used most of his money to help the families of disabled soldiers and widows of fallen soldiers.

After Murong Wei listened to Murong Chui's request, he immediately did as Murong Ling expected, not only did he not give the reward, but he couldn't help frowning and looked at the Queen Mother behind the jade curtain.

may be due to the "edification" of the Ke Zuhun clan since childhood, his serious suspicion and suspicion have been committed again, Murong Chui has used his past private party to take advantage of the war, and now he is still asking for a reward for them, isn't this obviously to expand his power in the court?

How much better could the face of the Ke Hun clan be, and when he heard this request, he hurriedly and secretly made a gesture towards the emperor's son.

Murong Wei immediately understood, and said with a sloppy eye, "Presumably, King Wu is quite tired after returning from a long battle, so it is better to go back to the house with the prince to rest first." The matter of rewarding will be decided by itself. ”

"Your Majesty......"

Murong Chui knew that this was Murong Wei's prevarication, and he wanted to say more, but was coldly interrupted by the Queen Mother.

"Your Majesty has a lot of opportunities, and there are still chapters to be approved, King Wu and the prince should step back first."

......The sadness in Murong Chui's heart was the biting cold wind in late autumn, blowing past the tombs of those fallen soldiers who were buried in other places. In the end, he swallowed all the words of advice in grief, and only trembled and spit out three words, "Minister...... Retirement. ”

Murong Chui and his eldest son walked out of the Taiji Palace, looking at the gloomy low sky where the dark clouds were getting denser, and their heart to serve the country was like falling into the abyss. He couldn't help but ask Xiang Cangtian, such an emperor, such a court, why did the blood of thousands of my Xianbei men flow?

Murong Ling let out a long sigh, his heart was sad, not deeper than his father, but the same as his father. He slowly stretched out his hand, supported his father's weak body, and walked down the long stone steps step by step, as if from the prosperity of Dayan to decay.