Qin State, Pingyang

It is the summer and autumn season, the lotus leaves are clear to the sky, and the lotus flowers are bright and dripping. A man and a woman in the pavilion rain pavilion are holding swords and learning martial arts.

Suddenly, the woman saw a long figure from a distance, she suddenly put away her sword, and ran towards him, leaving Murong Hong, who was fighting her sword, to stay in place.

The woman was as light as a swallow, and her steps were as fast as flying, and in a few steps she jumped in front of the man, and she saw the letter in the man's hand at a glance. Before she could speak, she went to grab the envelope with her bare hands.

The man seemed to be on guard, and his body was on one side, and he easily avoided her surprise attack. Song Ling was unwilling to give up, and seemed to be in a hurry, she grabbed the young man's Yunjin belt with one hand, and the man's ears were slightly red, and it was not easy to move. He had no choice but to raise his arms, the man was tall and straight, and the woman was only up to his shoulders, and she couldn't reach her arms even if she stretched out.

Song Ling was anxious, his whole body was close to Murong Chong, and then he jumped up on tiptoe, this intimate posture was extremely ambiguous in the eyes of others. Murong Chong seemed to be a little shy, so he didn't continue to embarrass her, and let her snatch the letter.

The young man in the pavilion not far away, looking at the two people with smiling eyebrows, his eyes like meteors slipped through a bleak expression that was difficult to describe, like ice and snow falling frost, like glass losing its color. Murong Hong silently put away his sword and didn't move for a long time.

Who knows, the woman was in a hurry and exerted too much force, grabbed the letter with one hand, and ripped off the purple jade around his waist with the other hand.

"If you like my jade pendant, you can say it clearly, why bother to rob it."

Song Ling looked down, only to find that he was still holding a piece of purple jade in his hand, which must have been unintentionally dragged down just now.

"Didn't you notice that my kung fu was high enough to take the sheep with ease?" She handed him the jade pendant and replied with a smile.

Murong Chong smiled and shook her head, this kind of answer was only something she could think of.

"Since you've taken them away, then you can take them."

She seemed to be in a good mood, and smiled slyly, "Then I'm welcome." ”

Song Ling hurriedly opened the letter, "It's a letter from Yang Xue." ”

She smiled at first, and then her eyebrows tightened more and more, "Yang Xue said in the letter, Chang'an Star Change, Yang Zhao got the news, Wang Meng and several other ministers all went to Fu Jian to admonish, wanting to kill our Xianbei clan!" ”

When Murong Hong heard this, he also hurriedly rushed over, "How is the situation in Chang'an?" ”

"It's okay, Fu Jian turned a deaf ear." Song Ling breathed a long sigh of relief, but the pimple in the center of his eyebrows did not disperse.

As soon as such heavy news came, the three people who were still fighting quieted down suddenly.

Da Yan has been dead for three years, and they have all moved to this strange land of Qin, but the belief in the restoration of the country has become more and more firm in this difficult period of time.

They were divided into various places, secretly contacted the old ministers and generals of the Yan State, changed according to the times, quietly recruited troops and horses, and slowly accumulated the strength of Xianbei.

Some of the former courtiers and daughters also joined the ranks of the restoration of the country, and Yang Zhao's sister, Yang Xue, is the most outstanding representative.

Yang Zhao is in Chang'an, he is their most loyal eyeliner, but at the same time, he is also a thing in the net in the eyes of others. Yang Xue is a female streamer, and it is much more convenient to act than Yang Zhao, and it has attracted Wang Meng's attention, and it is even less.

Although they have the heart to unite and plan secretly, but in recent years, the development of the Qin State has become stronger and stronger, and the territory has been expanding to the surrounding areas, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Liang Erzhou have also been included in the Qin State.

Fu Jian's desire to dominate the world is getting stronger and stronger!

According to the information they got, the Qin army now has a million people, and they are now fledgling, and it is not time to confront the Qin State.

"During this time, let everyone be careful, and all trading will stop immediately." Murong Chong frowned and dealt with it calmly.

Murong Hong immediately nodded, "Emperor Feng, then I'll go back to Guanzhong to arrange it first." ”

"Good!" Song Ling and Murong Chong bid farewell to Murong Hong.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but glance back at Song Ling.

****

The long star passed through the sky, and the light that flashed in that moment was like his bright eyes.

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you.

She ran in the direction where the starlight fell, tears dripped into the stone all the way, and the lovesickness became a seed.

Murong Ling, is that the brocade book you sent me from the clouds?

You, okay?

Murong Chong stood quietly in the distance, looking at the woman's sad appearance, and felt a deep pain in his heart.

The breeze slowly swept through his sideburns, and with a touch of uncertain emotion in his heart, it was scattered and scattered.

In the past three years, that person has been wrapped around her like a dead knot, even if she deliberately didn't say it, he deliberately didn't mention it, but they all knew very well that that person was still an untouchable pain in her heart.

Suddenly, he sighed deeply, unable to tell whether it was sad or desolate.

Ah Ling, let everything be left to time, and let the years erase your pain.

Three years is too short, and I will wait for you for ten years.

The meteor has long since disappeared, leaving a lonely shadow, and I don't know where to go.

She stood in place, at a loss, as if she couldn't find Murong Ling's figure back then, and once again wet her green shirt with tears.

Slowly, she heard a gentle footstep behind her, a deliberate slowdown, and she knew it was him.

She quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, turned around and looked, under the starlight, the man in white was Shengxue, not far away, looking at her, not easily disappearing, nor easily leaving.

As long as she turns around, he's there.

"You say, when the comet is in the sky, ten years later, Yan will destroy Qin, will it really be fulfilled?"

"Yes!"

"Ten years later, Yan Dang will destroy Qin!"

****

In 375 A.D., there was an eclipse of the sun, and the famous ministers would fall.

Wang Meng became ill and seriously ill, Fu Jian was worried about his love for the generals, and personally prayed to the gods for him to the northern and southern suburbs and the altar of the temple, and sent his confidants and ministers to the Yellow River, Huayue and other places to pray to the gods and pardon the world more, and the prisoners were all sent lightly.

When Wang Meng heard this, he was very moved, and immediately went up to dredge, "I don't want Your Majesty to lose the virtue of heaven and earth with the order of your minister, and since the opening up, there has been nothing left." When the minister heard the report, he said that he would like to steal the money with his dying life. ”

"Your Majesty Fu Wei, the majesty is like the eight wildernesses, the sound of the light is **, the hundred counties of Kyushu, seven out of ten, Pingyan Dingshu, like picking mustard."

"The good author does not have to be good, and the good beginning does not have to end well, it is the ancient sage king, who knows the difficulty of meritorious deeds, trembling, like facing a deep valley."

"Your Majesty Fu Wei, tracking down the former saint, the world is very lucky!"

Fu Jian read sparsely, read the sorrow, Jing slightly ill, still worried about the country, hoping that he will succeed and keep his business, and start and end well. Since Qin destroyed Yan, the sound of flattery has been endless, saying that there are countless powerful people in Qin, but Wang Jingluo is the only one who can know the slight cold in a high place, and it is not easy to mention some merits.

Jing Luo, Jing Luo, I hope you will recover as soon as possible, the world's plan, you can't lose it!

In the autumn, Wang Meng was terminally ill and difficult to go to court for several months, and Fu Jian visited the house in person.

Wang Meng has been like a withered tree, even difficult to get up to meet, knowing that time is running out, he said that the king of Qin said: "Although Jin is secluded in the south of the Yangtze River, it is Zhengshuo inheritance, and the upper and lower are peaceful, after the ministers are gone, I wish not to take Jin as a picture." ”

He has followed Fu Jian for many years, how can he not know Fu Jian's wish to calm the world, if he was not seriously ill, Fu Jian would have already raised an army to attack Jin. Now that he is declining, he can no longer assist on the side, although what he said is true, but he is still worried that after his death, Fu Jian will still take Jin as a plan.

"Xianbei and Xiqiang, my enemies, will eventually be troubled, and they should be gradually eliminated so that the society can be harmed!"

Wang Meng held his last breath, and then left.

Fu Jian was so sad that he couldn't stop crying, he personally pretended to bury Wang Meng's body, buried Wang Meng with the old example of Huo Guang in the Han Dynasty, and wept three times and worshipped three times.

"Heaven doesn't want to make me peaceful!"

"Why don't you take away the speed of my scenery!"

God, my only wish in my life is to sweep the **, level the world, and set the four seas!

Taking away my virtuous minister Shigesuke so quickly, don't you want me to dominate the world!

A generation of celebrities, the first person to cover Zhuge Gong, Wang Meng, still hasn't survived this autumn.

Just like the rise and fall of the world, there is a destiny, and no one can do anything!