"Now that the army of the King of Zhongshan is less than two hundred miles away from Chang'an, His Majesty's hope for the revival of Dayan is finally visible. There are still more than 1,000 Xianbei warriors in the city, who can escort His Majesty out of the city and show his ambitions. ”

At this time, Murong shook his head, sighed and said, "The people in my cage will not be able to return the favor; And the sinners of the Yan room are not enough to take care of it. ”

"I want to stay in Chang'an, help Emperor Feng, and stab Fu Jian's heart fiercely, so as to forgive me for the crime of losing the country."

At this time, Murong was dedicated to the country, putting aside life and death, not for power, and people couldn't help but admire. Maybe back then, it was really because he was too young and before he figured out how to govern the country, he had already lost his family business by Murong Ping and the Kezuhun clan.

"Summoning you today, there is a special secret edict, I hope you will venture out of the city and hand over the edict of the lonely throne to the hands of the king of Zhongshan."

"Your Majesty!" Murong Su immediately knelt down, his loyalty to Murong was like a stone on the top of Song Mountain, the sun and the moon wore away, but he did not change his shape.

"Murong Su, I know what you want to persuade, but now, what I really care about is the future of our Dayan. I don't want to be the worry of Emperor Feng, I hope you will do your best to send the edict out of the city! ”

Murong Su didn't say anything more, kowtowed deeply, and commanded, "The minister must do his best." ”

****

There was no light in the dark house, only darkness, like an invisible hand, slowly restraining the woman.

At this time, she felt scared for the first time.

It turns out that with a soft underbelly, no matter how strong a person is, he will become timid in an instant.

After the defeat of the Qin army Zheng Xi, Fu Hui captured her to Chang'an, which was less than two hundred miles away from Murong Chong, but there were several copper walls and iron walls, which fiercely separated the two.

Since I knew that I was going to be a mother, I had to save my life more than everything, and I no longer had the courage to be afraid of life and death.

Fenghuang, you know what? I already have two of our children, we are in Chang'an, waiting for you to come triumphantly.

Just as Song Ling was about to resign himself to his fate, there was a sudden sound from behind the wall, like the sound of stones hitting the wall.

She quickly moved to the wall, and listened closely, but she could still hear the child's conversation.

"Murong Sheng, what are you doing?"

"Hit the rat hole."

"What's so fun about that?"

The boy didn't answer, just lowered his head and slammed against the wall.

The hole of the Plains Princess, how can it not be interesting.

Although Song Ling's hands and feet were tied, she heard it clearly, and when she heard the name of the Murong family, her heart suddenly moved, she should try it for herself and her child.

She slammed her body against the wall a few times, but the sound was too small to attract the attention of anyone outside.

She turned her heart sideways, and simply hit her head with it, only to hit it, and it was already painful.

Come to think of it, let's try again.

This time, the outside of the wall quickly got a reaction.

"Listen, was there any sound just now?" Murong Sheng suddenly put down the stone, put his ear to the wall, and listened carefully.

"It seems to be a noise, it must be a mouse." The other teenager said nonchalantly.

"Murong Sheng, are you still playing?"

"Don't talk!"

Murong Sheng listened quietly, and there were three sounds in the wall, and one after another, which was very regular, like a nursery rhyme rhythm of the Xianbei tribe.

"Golden Phoenix, Golden Phoenix, Dazai Ke, Wu Wang Chui ......"

Yes, it's a Xianbei nursery rhyme, could it be that Dayan's people were arrested by Fu Hui?

It is strange to say that it is rare for a teenager to have this kind of sensitivity.

"What do you hear?" Another teenager couldn't help but join in to watch the excitement.

Murong Sheng shrugged lazily, tasteless, "I really made you right, the sound of mice burrowing is really not interesting, we can't play with mice all day long." ”

"yes, I'm bored, let's go play something else." A teenager sitting on the ground suggested.

Murong Sheng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly followed his words, "Why don't we go to Song's house to play, at least there is something delicious." ”

"Yes, yes!" The two teenagers immediately came to their senses and responded one after another.

"Then you go first, I'll go home and get something, and I'll come in a while."

"Good! Hurry up! ”

Murong Sheng walked away from the two teenagers first, and when they were far away, he quickly turned back.

With the rhythm of the song just now, he replied three times, and Song Ling immediately understood and stopped bumping into it.

Looking up, this Fu Hui's mansion is still quite high. He brought a pile of large rocks from under the wall, stacked them in a staircase, and slowly climbed up.

The height was still a little short of the top of the wall, and when he stretched out his arms, he still couldn't reach it, so he simply jumped forward, barely reaching the wall with his hands.

At this time, he was not in a hurry to enter the mansion, but with the help of his arm, he quietly exposed his head and carefully observed the surrounding terrain.

Murong Sheng found that just an inch in front of this wall, there were several big trees, although the trunks were thick, but there were many branches, if they climbed up, it should not be difficult.

After already scouting the escape route, Murong Sheng cautiously jumped down.

****

Fu Hui returned to the house in a sloppy manner, and along the way, Fu Jian's disappointed expression and harsh tone were always replayed in his mind, and the replays were like a sharp blade, repeatedly crushing his self-esteem, so that he could no longer find his own value.

"You are my best son, and you have a lot of troops, and you are the most elite soldiers of the Qin State, but you have been defeated by Murong Chong many times!"

"What do you mean by saying you're alive? What face do you have to come to me! ”

Yes, what is the meaning of his life, he can't lead the Qin army to victory when he is alive, he is always defeated by Murong Chong's hands, making the bones of countless soldiers cold, he is ashamed of those brothers who were born and died with him!

Fu Hui, Fu Hui, why are you so incompetent!

If he was alive and only lived in shame under Murong Chong's spear, and lived his life with the shadow of defeat and incompetence, then he would rather die peacefully!

After all, he no longer has any usable value to Daqin and his father!

However, before he dies, he must also make Murong Chong feel painful!

With a scimitar in his hand, he opened the room where Song Ling was being held, and rushed in murderously.

It's just that the moment he came in, he was instantly dumbfounded, although the room was large, it was empty.

How did she run away?! The room was locked, and she was tied hand and foot again, how could she escape out of thin air!

Could it be that the heavens are really going to kill my Great Qin!

What's so good about him Yan Kingdom, God you help him so much!

"Father! Forgive your son for not being filial, and you can't kill Yan Yu! ”

As soon as the scimitar passes, everything is empty, this body returns to the homeland, and the sword enters the road.

Perhaps in the hearts of military generals, the only chance to wash away the shame of defeat is self-closure.

Fu Jian never thought that he was angry for a while, and he actually forced his son to a dead end, and he blamed himself, was sad, and even more sad! The mournful sound in the huge palace, like the cry of a cuckoo's blood, was a father's most painful confession.

In just a few months, he has lost his son and daughter, and he has been in a high position as a monarch, but when he thinks about it, he is just a lonely old man.