"Your Majesty!" Yang Ding shouted in grief and kowtowed again.

Fu Jian hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then turned around and said with relief, "War is impermanent, let alone life." ”

"I don't blame you."

He didn't know whether he was comforting Yang Ding or himself.

"Your Majesty, the minister has a reluctant request!"

"Say it."

"The minister has the courage to admire the princess for many years, and today I want to marry Princess Baojin as my wife, and I hope Your Majesty will give me a marriage!" Yang Ding said so firmly, a love word, beyond life and death.

Fu Jian was stunned, "Baojin she, she has ......"

Yang Ding kowtowed again, and said fixedly, "The minister is willing to marry Princess Baojin as his wife, and I hope Your Majesty will fulfill it!" ”

That firm tone is like saying an eternal vow, you can't sleep together in life, and you can't sleep together in death.

Baojin, how can I see you in a foreign land, no monument, no tomb, no ancestral hall, no name, and your soul is difficult to return!

In this life, you don't marry, just six words, how much courage and how much love do you need to take heaven and earth as a mirror, and make a lifelong promise in front of the emperor!

Fu Jian looked at Yang Ding, and finally understood, he slowly walked to Yang Ding's side, tremblingly holding the young general's shoulder, and had mixed feelings for a while.

Baojin, if you know in heaven and see Yang Dingqing's strength so far, will you regret your original choice?

"Spread the will of the orphan, crown the Longxiang general Yang Ding as the concubine, seal the revenge of the Chi Gong, and marry Princess Baojin on a certain day!"

****

The pain of losing a daughter and the shame of defeat must be triggered.

Fu Jian's heart was like a stone today, and he summoned Emperor Yanhuang Murong to vent again.

"Sinner Murong, meet the Heavenly King." Murong trembled and knelt down.

From Murong Chui's defection, to Murong Hong's army, and now Murong Chong's army's long drive, the three Murong clans have all rebelled, and you can imagine Fu Jian's anger.

"Qing's father and son are in chaos, what face do you have to see Lonely?"

"Back then, our Qin army destroyed your Murong clan's Yan Kingdom, but you asked yourself, how do you treat you alone?" "Although the swallow is shattered, in fact, if you return, you will be treated like home."

"Your family's brothers, sons and nephews are all generals, and now they are rampant just because of the small defeat of the king master!"

Fu Jian was furious, where did Murong dare to answer, didn't he say something wrong!

He didn't dare to come out, so he just kowtowed desperately.

"The minister is guilty!"

But Fu Jian was still angry, and kept scolding, "Look at it, which of your Murong family is not human-faced and beast-hearted, Murong is called the king of Guandong, and Murong rushed out of the military pass, it is really in vain to treat you as a national soldier!" ”

"The minister is guilty!"

"The minister is guilty!"

I don't know how many times I kowtowed, and I don't know how many times I pleaded guilty, but I only saw that Murong's forehead had been broken, and blood was constantly oozing.

Murong's face was snotty, obviously frightened.

Seeing this, Fu Jian was a little unbearable.

How can I say that people are also the kings of a country, and now that they are panicking to this point, there should be no dissent.

"The minister is guilty!"

"Your Majesty, please condemn you!"

After another while, Fu Jian really couldn't stand it anymore, and his heart relented again.

He stepped forward to help Murong up and said with relief, "As the old saying goes, fathers and sons are brothers, and the sins are not related. ”

"Your loyalty, Gu Du has seen it, in the final analysis, this is all the sin of Murong Chui and Murong Chong, and it has nothing to do with you, get up."

If Fu Jian is a Ming Jun, then his biggest advantage is that he has the tolerance of the wise men from all over the world and reuses the heroes of the world; If Fu Jian is the male master, then his biggest shortcoming is that he is too merciful and soft-hearted at the critical moment, and the kindness of a woman cannot be had.

Especially for the Murong family, who is bent on recovering the country, this kindness is simply a danger to the tiger!

"In this way, Lone still restores your official position, but you have to go back and write an edict, so that Murong Chui and Murong Chong surrender quickly, and Lone can guarantee that the past is not to blame."

"Thank you, Your Majesty! The sinner will go back and write a letter! ”

Murong Na called a grateful tear, and he didn't have time to wipe his tears and snot, so he quickly kowtowed again, shedding a pool of blood in the hall.

"Father and son, brothers, the sins are not related." This sentence, why is it so familiar.

When Murong Ling rebelled against Qin and returned to Yan, Murong Chui was also so frightened that he couldn't do it, and at that time, Fu Jian also forgave him as magnanimously as he does now, it was that sentence, father and son, brothers, the crime is not related.

After that, everyone also saw that Murong Chui followed his son's will, disobeyed Fu Jianyang, and took advantage of the defeat of the Qin State to lead a group of Murong disciples to the Kanto region to revive the Yan Kingdom, and even established Hou Yan, calling himself the King of Yan, so he was not prestigious.

History, always with its similar trajectory, slowly moving forward.

As soon as Murong came out of the Taiji Palace, he wiped away the tears on his face, his eyes were cruel and abnormal, how could he forget the hatred of destroying the country?

He looked at the direction of Ba Shang from afar, and the ambition to restore the country in his heart was like a torch under the Fengyang Gate, burning brightly.

Emperor Feng, waiting for you here for my brother, waiting for our Dayan's iron horsemen, coming one after another, stepping on the gate of Chang'an!

As soon as he returned to the house, Murong Xian pretended to write a letter of persuasion and passed it to Fu Jian. No matter how earnest the words, no matter how grateful the words, no matter how firm the intention of persuasion is, it is just a show.

But after Fu Jian saw it, he nodded again and again, and once again thought "benevolently": "This Murong is really focused on our Great Qin, and the persuasion is written so earnestly, fortunately I didn't kill him." ”

He may not be suitable to be a monarch, but he is a good man through and through, and he is even more naïve to think that if Murong Chui and Murong Chong see the edict written by the old emperor of their Yan Kingdom, they will definitely be moved.

It would be great if they could all return to my Qin State!

But in Murong's heart, he didn't think so. During the years of his death, he deeply reflected and knew that he had made a lot of wrong decisions back then, and now that he saw that the opportunity to regain Yan had come, he wanted to really do something for Yan Guo.

As soon as he finished sending the palace guards, he hurriedly summoned Murong Su over.

Murong Su, Murong Kai's younger brother, is also the son of Dazai Murong Ke.

Murong Ke has three sons, namely the eldest son Murong Kai, the second son Murong Su, and the youngest son Murong Shao.

The three sons are like the Zhuge family, serving each master, Murong Kai took his younger brother and followed Murong Chui, the king of Wu, while Murong Su has always been loyal to Murong of Yan.

Although they are different camps, the only thing they have in common is that the three sons all have extraordinary wisdom.

After Murong Su heard about Murong's events today, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately, Fu Jian didn't doubt Your Majesty. ”

"Whether he has any doubts or not, it's only a matter of time, holding our Xianbei royal family is just a hostage."

Obviously, Murong did not appreciate Fu Jian's tolerance and kindness.

Listening to their Xianbei soldiers win one battle after another, Murong Su's heart was very excited, as if the revival of Dayan was only in an instant.