He walked slowly in her direction, and she felt a frosty chill eating away at her breathing. She suddenly became nervous, thinking to herself that he must have come to ask if she was hurt, and she was already subconsciously ready to shake her head and say that she was fine.

It's just that the man walked straight past her without even looking at her.

He took the horse's reins directly and patted it lightly on the neck, as if reproaching and talking.

The horse rubbed his neck lightly against the man's arm, and he looked gentle, just like the mad hair just now.

Song Ling was stunned in place, turned around a little embarrassed, and only saw one person and one horse, intimate and impermanent, and behind them, the darkness was the circle, the wind was the boundary, and it was a shadow that the sun could not shine.

He led the horse and wanted to leave, she wanted to ask, but before he could say anything, he had already passed by.

"You ......" She hadn't thought about what to say, but when she saw that he was going away, she blurted out in a hurry.

The man paused suddenly, turned around slowly, and his cold gaze finally fell on the girl.

"Is there something wrong?" He spoke coldly, as if he had just discovered her presence.

As soon as she met his gaze, her hands suddenly became cold, and she wanted to move but couldn't, just froze in place at a loss.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he frowned impatiently and turned to leave.

"Your horse, hit and hurt someone! Don't you have anything to say! I don't know where the courage came from, she suddenly shouted at him.

The man was slightly stunned, looked around, raised his eyebrows, and asked indifferently, "Is anyone hurt?" ”

The refugees all retreated to the side of the corner, not wanting to provoke right and wrong, and shook their heads in unison.

He squinted at the girl again and asked impatiently, "Are you hurt?" ”

"I ......"

"Chasing clouds won't hurt people for no reason, don't stop the horse next time if you're not sure." His voice was low, like the gurgling water of the afternoon, but every word spoken by his thin lips was so cold, as if the river had frozen in an instant, and only the chill hit people.

"If someone is injured, go to Changchun Hall to find a doctor, report the name of chasing clouds, and the doctor will take care of everyone." He looked at the sallow-faced refugees again, as if a little pity arose in his heart.

He knew in his heart that although Chasing Cloud was a fierce horse, he was well-trained and would not easily hurt civilians. Although Chasing Yun was fast, he found that after the horse left the house, he chased after him all the way, and indeed no one was injured by the horse.

And the reason why he said this is just to hope that the refugees will have the opportunity to get free medical care. He saw that there were countless people who fell ill along the way, and it was far from enough to rely on these few langzhong.

"Are you just leaving!" Seeing that the man was leaving, she couldn't get angry, rushed in front of him, and blocked his way with her arms outstretched.

"What else do you want?" He looked at her condescendingly, frowning in displeasure, the last patience she had left was running out of her patience.

At this time, Murong Chong happened to arrive on horseback, and he stopped his horse, only to see a strange scene now.

The slender girl stretched out her arms in front of a man with a burly figure who was a head taller than her, and the whole picture looked like a little white rabbit negotiating with a cheetah.

"Your horse is so wild and untamable, how can you be sure that he won't hurt anyone!" She looked up at him, and at this time, she realized that he was really tall and mighty, and the questioning words she had thought of slowly weakened, and she only relied on raising her voice to hold on, "What if it rushes to the street next time and hurts people again!" ”

The man snorted coldly, his eyes slightly dimmed, like a jewel covered in dust.

At this time, he seemed to see Murong Chong in the crowd, and his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Murong Chong also recognized him, the prince of King Wu, Murong Ling.

Murong Ling didn't come forward to say hello, and Murong Chong didn't speak, just their eyes met for a moment, as if a sharp edge flashed between the two.

Hearing only his voice suddenly became hollow, as if it came from outside the sky, as if it was for her, as if it was for someone else, "You won't know why it is running wild." ”

"Horses have the will to fight, and no one dares to fight." He shook his head, sighed softly, and led the horse away.

Song Ling was stunned in place, she really didn't know why the horse was running, let alone why he would say such a thing.

Before she could figure it out, the man had already led the horse and walked away.

And Murong Ling's words, Murong Chong understood and understood them clearly.

He knew the horse. Chasing the clouds and war horses, is the first emperor Qin, can travel 300 miles a day, is the BMW of 10,000 miles, with the father and son of Wu Wang on the battlefield for many years, very spiritual.

If his guess is correct, the war horse is running and neighing for no reason, and towards the side of Fengyangmen, it should be that he understands the urgency of the military situation and rushes to the battlefield.

Thinking of this, Murong Chong couldn't help but feel a trace of bitterness in his heart.

The city is dying, Ma Shang is like this, but why is the heart shallow?

At this time, he couldn't help but think of what Murong Kai said to him before leaving the palace.

Murong Kai has been waiting for him outside the palace gate after the next dynasty, as if he had expected Murong Chong to leave the palace.

"King Zhongshan, the minister knows one person, and he can protect Ye City."

"Who?"

"King Wu, Murong Chui."

Murong Chui, who went out at the age of thirteen, broke the Yuwen tribe, destroyed Fuyu, attacked Goguryeo, died in Ran Wei, bravely crowned the three armies, was invincible, and conquered everything.

"The talent of King Wu's generals is comparable to my father, if the prince can invite him out of the mountain, Huan Wen's army will be defeated."

Murong Kai is not wrong, the queen mother is reluctant to fight with the Eastern Jin Dynasty, because she saw that the general coefficient was captured, and no one can protect Yecheng, if Murong Chui can enter the palace to ask for battle, with her past great military exploits, maybe the queen mother can change her mind.

However, there was still a faint worry in his heart. King Wu and the Queen Mother have a grudge against killing their wives and the humiliation of marriage, and they have not been reused in the past few years, so I am afraid that they may not be willing to serve the court in times of crisis.

I only hope that King Wu understands the righteousness and can stand up.

Thinking of this, he immediately turned his horse's head and drove in the direction of the north of the city.

"Childe, where are you going?" As soon as Yuan Xiang arrived, he saw Murong Chong turn and leave, and hurriedly asked.

"Wu Wangfu."

****

The man snapped the bowstring, his eyes narrowed slightly, the arrow had left the string between the breath holding, passed through the bull's-eye, the arrow feathers were still trembling slightly, and the second arrow pierced the heart again.

At this time, the chief manager Qi Feng suddenly came to report, "Lord Wang, the king of Zhongshan asks to see you." ”

Qi Feng felt strange in his heart, this King of Zhongshan had not come to visit the mansion for several years, how could he suddenly come to the door today.

Murong was not particularly surprised, as if he had expected the visit, he slowly put away his bow and arrows, and a slight smile of relief appeared on his slightly vicissitudes but heroic face.

"It's not easy to come at this time, let's watch the tea."

****

"Uncle." Goodbye Murong Chui, Murong Chong looked a little restrained. After all, in peaceful days, the royal family rarely interacted with the Wu Palace, and now that the national crisis is at hand, he came to visit, which is really ashamed.

"Sit down." Murong waved his hand, he knew that Murong was coming, and he was somewhat relieved in his heart.

Looking at the arrogance between his uncle's eyebrows, he vaguely thought of the scene when the Yan army dominated the battlefield, and his heart that was hung for the war gradually let go when he saw Murong Chui.

He knew that with King Wu here, Yecheng would not be lost!

"Your Majesty is good?" Compared with Murong Chong's hesitation, he was more comfortable.

Knowing that Murong Chong was not easy to speak, he started the topic on his own.

"Brother Huang, everything is fine."

"I've been idle at home for a long time, and I want to go and see Your Majesty."

Although Murong Chong said lightly, Murong Chong heard the sound outside the strings.

"The imperial brother has been looking forward to his uncle, hoping that his uncle will often come to the palace and walk around."

Uncles and nephews glanced at each other, and how many feelings for the family and country were all in plain sight.

He knew that King Wu's decision to enter the palace at this time to face the saint must be for the sake of the war.

Uncle, on behalf of Your Majesty and the people of Yecheng, I would like to thank you for your loyalty and courage and for standing up.

****

By the time Murong Chong and King Wu finished talking, Murong Ling had probably guessed what they were talking about, as well as his father's decision.

"Father, what are you going to do?" As soon as Murong Ling stepped into the study, he saw that Murong Chui's desk was full of large and small scrolls.

Murong turned around, as if reluctantly stroking the only remaining portrait on the wall, as well as a calligraphy, the person in the painting smiled skillfully, and it was extremely beautiful. As if he hesitated, he still took down the portrait, but the process of rewinding it was unusually slow and careful, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"Ling'er, for my father, I plan to enter the palace to meet the saint, please fight the fang." Murong Trai almost didn't hesitate and said firmly.

Even if Murong Chong didn't come to be a lobbyist today, he would make such a decision.

The court bears him, not the Xianbei people. In this Ye city, there are hundreds of thousands of people, princes and nobles have carriages, and it is easy to retreat, but after the city is broken, where will these people go? Even though he has a lot of grudges with the Queen Mother, it is not easy for the ancestors to establish this foundation, and when the country is in danger, how can he, as a Yanchen, abolish righteousness with personal enmity?

Murong Ling was stunned for a moment, and he also guessed eight or nine points, he knew that his father, who knew the righteousness, would definitely choose to do this!

However, he still couldn't help but persuade, "Father, now that the Holy Lord is mediocre and incompetent, the Queen Mother and Murong Ping have monopolized power, the ministers are in charge, and the loyal and righteous ministers are far from being deposed, and the entire court is already in a miasma." ”

Murong Ling sighed, what Murong Ling said was indeed the truth of the day.

"You fought for the first emperor in the south and the north, you were born and died for many years, and you made great achievements, but what is the end of your fate now? You have been relieved of your military power, and you are idle at home, even your mother and concubine ......"

Speaking of this, Murong Ling couldn't help but choke.

Eleven years have passed, but her name is still an arrow piercing the flesh and blood in his heart, every time he mentions it, every time he recalls it, he is like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, and he can't look back.

"Father, is it worth your life for such a smoky court and such a loyal and treacherous monarch?"

Murong hung his hands weakly between his eyes, like teardrops, weeping with blood, hating the sky, and injustice not being able to show the snow.

Murong Ling looked at his father's painful expression and couldn't bear to say any more.

Memories hit like an undercurrent, and time went back to the second year of Pingping (358 AD), which was a day that Murong Chui would never forget in his life.

That day, the thunder shook the sky, the torrential rain was like a note, and every sound was like a war drum beating in Murong Chui's heart. It was almost evening, the sky was so dark, and he had not yet seen the return of his wife who had entered the palace, and the uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense.

Just when he came out of his robe and wanted to go to the palace to find out, he didn't wait for his wife's shadow, but waited for a shocking bad news.

"Lord, princess, she, she ......" Qi Feng staggered into the mansion and knelt in front of Murong Chui, crying silently.

Qi Feng has followed him for many years, and he has not seen many strong winds and waves, even if hundreds of thousands of troops are pressing the border, he has not seen him so flustered. This was the first time he saw Qi Feng crying, and he subconsciously felt that something big must have happened, something big that even he couldn't do anything about!

"How's Zhao'er? Is the queen embarrassed her again? He grabbed Qi Feng tightly and asked hurriedly.

He knew that Zhao'er was highly sexual, and the queen had always looked down on her and often made things difficult, so this time he should just be punished for kneeling, and when he entered the palace to plead with the imperial brother, he should be fine.

Nothing! Nothing!

He repeatedly told himself in his heart that Zhao'er would be fine, but looking at Qi Feng's grief-stricken expression now, reason told him that this time, it was definitely not that simple!

"The queen asked the saint to sue the saint, saying that the princess and Gao Bi were practicing witchcraft in the palace, intending to murder the emperor and the prince, and they were both stolen. The emperor was furious and had sent the princess to prison, and when I got the news, I heard that the execution had been carried out. Qi Feng cried bitterly and finished speaking, kowtowing heavily, and the rain splashed everywhere.

What a great sin to curse the saints! And the emperor has already ordered the execution, which is a trend that has already disregarded King Wu's face and insisted on bending into a move!

Princess, I'm afraid I can't come back!

The thunder shook the sky and sounded, as if a force hit Murong Chui's body hard, his body was already unstable, and he took a step back inexplicably, opening up a distance from Qi Feng.

"You tell me, it's not true." He had never been afraid before the thousands of troops, but at this time, he felt a biting chill coming from behind his back, and the cold was eroding his reason little by little. He was in danger, but now he is really panicked; He was not shocked by the change, but now he is really afraid.

Qi Feng looked at Murong Chui, who was already overly sad, and forced himself to cry bitterly, only kowtowing frequently.

Every sound was telling Murong Chui that the princess was in prison and was in danger.

As soon as he grasped Qi Feng's shoulders, his hands trembled in the rain, "The princess has never understood witchcraft, how can she plot to kill the saint, it must be planned by the queen, with the intention of planting blame!" ”

"I'll go into the palace and meet the saint!"

Murong Chui had already taken a big step after speaking, but he was hugged tightly by Qi Feng.

"Lord Wang, you are so wise, how could you not know that the Holy Admiral Princess was imprisoned, and he did not hesitate to bend into a trick, intending to implicate you!" The rain was beating on Qi Feng's face, and even he could see the plan, how could Murong Chui, who had always been resourceful, not understand.

The prince and the princess are deeply affectionate, and everyone in Yecheng knows that if the emperor intends to think of brotherhood, King Wu's merit will never punish King Wu's wife. Things have developed to this point, and it is no longer possible for King Wu to enter the palace to explain it clearly in a few words. Emperor Yan only wanted one result now, one that would "satisfy" him.

Yes, Qi Feng is right! Zhao'er is a weak woman, there is no threat to them, they are ruthless in this poisonous scheme, all in order to bring down his power!

He fought for Dayan for nearly 20 years, suffered nine wounds, and shed a lot of blood in exchange for today's peaceful and prosperous world.

The birds are all gone, and the good bow is hidden; The cunning rabbit dies, and the lackeys cook; The enemy country is broken, and the ministers are killed.