They all want to hug my thighs

"I don't need to scold you, but there is still a hurdle for you to think about what to do!" Zhou Fu couldn't be tough on his little friend, but he knew that there was always someone who could take care of Sima Zhong.

Hearing this, Sima Zhong really lost his face.

That's right, Zhou Tai is soft-hearted and easy to fool, but Xiao Shi's side... I'm afraid it won't be so easy to extinguish the fire.

After the uproar was over, King Yan's palace was in a mess, Zhou Fu and Sima Zhong once again hooked up shoulder to shoulder and restored the brotherhood.

Murong Chong sat on the side and watched a big play. Seeing that the two finally noticed him, he raised his phoenix eyes slightly and asked Zhou Fu in a questioning tone: "Are you the son of King Jin?"

"How is it possible!" Zhou Fu's eyes widened, "Don't listen to his nonsense."

"That's right, that's right, Zhou Tai is my thigh, and you are my father," Sima Zhong licked his face and said, "Look, Xiao Shi..."

"I won't help you, leave," Zhou Fu turned his head, ignoring Sima Zhong's flattery.

He is not the son of King Jin, and the relationship between the two is still so good. King Jin is the overlord of the world.

Murong Chong couldn't help but have a strange look in his gaze, if it wasn't for Xiao Futan's magnanimity, he would even have thought that the two had some ulterior relationship.

"Your original name was Zhou Tai? Why did you join the Murong clan," Murong Chong continued to ask.

"I didn't sneak in, I'm from you here." The setting of the trumpet's identity was impeccable, and Zhou Fu couldn't explain it clearly, so he asked Murong Chong back: "You know who my father is, right? What is my true identity, you clearly know better than me."

Murong Chong, who already had other thoughts, choked when he heard the words, on this point Murong Chong knew he was wrong.Of course, Murong Chong would not back down from this, he squinted his eyes: "King Jin said that you have been on the throne for four years, who are you?"

"Emperor Taidi Murong Chong, proclaimed Emperor Afang, and attacked Chang'an," Sima Zhong hooked Zhou Fu's neck and grinned loudly: "You haven't figured out your own identity yet, what are you doing to scare my children?"

Murong Chong's pupils shrank, feeling overwhelmed.

"You, how would you know."

"What's the matter, I know more, including why you were reborn, and why this life is very different from the pattern you remember in your previous life," Sima Zhong said proudly.

Zhou Fu opened his mouth and wanted to speak, but Sima Zhong pressed his shoulders, signaling him to be calm.

Zhou Fu closed his mouth and watched Sima Pipi fooling people.

"Why am I reborn?" Murong Chong stood up excitedly, and asked Sima Zhong: "Why did I finally wait for a temporary rest, and when I opened my eyes, I went back to my childhood, and faced the situation of the Qin people attacking Yan again?!"

Is this God playing with him?What had he done wrong to relive the nightmare over and over again?

"Because you are not from this world," Sima Zhong said inscrutablely: "Everything has been decided, and people who are not from this world can transcend things, including Zhou Tai, including you, and including me."

Are you not from this world?

Murong Chong was startled.

"It's just like why you are clearly in it but your mind is clear, and why you get along with your relatives in the past life, but there seems to be an invisible barrier separating you from the two worlds," Sima Zhong said in a persuasive way: "You and your family members are Isn’t it the same as not being as close as in the previous life? Dreaming back at midnight, does a new memory appear in your mind?”

Murong Chong was flustered by what he said, because Sima Zhong's words were right, and he had personally experienced these things.

Zhou Xiaoshi, who had nothing to say to him, confided to him at the beginning, and Sima Zhong was confused about the awakening routine.

"You even feel that your physical fitness is not as good as before, and you still have a fever occasionally, maybe you think you are suffering from a cold," Sima Zhong said, but Murong Chong nodded solemnly following his words.

"So you, like us, are outsiders," Sima Zhong asserted.

Murong Chong was beaten up by him, and fell into chaotic memories, his mind was in chaos.

But what if they are all outsiders, does it have anything to do with what they said before?

Zhou Fu was dumbfounded, he pulled Sima Zhong, and beeped softly: "How did you do it?"

"You don't know, his memory is most likely to be confused in the early stage of his awakening," Sima Zhong whispered in Zhou Fu's ear: "Once he is stimulated, he doesn't know who he is, and he will doubt life. Look at him, has he been My IQ has been lowered a lot by talking about it?"

Zhou Fu secretly looked at Murong Chong who was in a daze, and nodded sharply.

"This is the power of the debuff. You can see that the words above his head have faded," Sima Zhong pointed upward.

Zhou Fu looked again, it really is!

Murong Chong didn't notice what the two of them were muttering, he just felt a splitting headache, and when Sima Zhong said something so meaningful, the two memories intertwined and collided in his mind, and he was confused.

Zhou Futui pushed Murong Chong, and said cautiously: "Feng Huang, are you alright?"

Murong Chong hummed in a trance, his mind gradually cleared up, he was so uncomfortable that he rubbed his temples, which were aching and swollen after being impacted by the huge memory, and asked, "What did you just say?"

"Tell me why you were reborn," Sima Zhong said.

"Why am I reborn?" Murong Chong murmured.

"Why? That's the arrangement of fate, it's God who will not kill you!" Sima Zhong continued, "Don't you feel that you are the chosen one, and you have a mission for rebirth?"

"Mission?" Murong Chong looked at Sima Zhong with a mentally retarded expression.

"God sent you to build a harmonious socialist society with us!"

Zhou Fu twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled Sima Zhong who was too deep into the drama, and beeped softly: "Sima Zhong, his IQ has returned."

"Huh?" Sima Zhong came back to his senses, Murong Chong's eyes were clear, looking at him as if looking at a psychopath, while Zhou Fu, blinking, stared at him innocently and curiously.

Sima Zhong twitched his lips: "I thought this trick could make people lose their minds, but I didn't expect to recover so quickly."

Wait, buddy, what do you mean by that?

Zhou Fu suddenly felt that Sima Zhong was so unreliable?Why is he always tempting on the verge of convulsions, and still trying to come up with some bad ideas?

"You..." Murong Chong looked at King Jin at this moment, and suddenly felt that he was blind and thought he was awesome and scary. Seeing the essence through the phenomenon, Murong Chong couldn't accept it.

"Don't pay attention to these details," Sima Zhong said, waving his hand, "Since you are under Zhou Tai's leadership, you must have something special about you. I believe in Zhou Tai's vision."

Zhou Fu made a confused face: What's none of my business?

When Murong Chong heard this, he went to see the young man. The young man's soft hair was sticking to his cheeks obediently, and his watery eyes were at a loss, as if he hadn't reacted.

It seemed that he wasn't the only one who didn't understand what kind of medicine Jinwang Gourd was selling.

"Hey, Zhou Tai, you still don't understand?" Sima Zhong continued his efforts: "Think about the geographical location of Yan Kingdom, and think about where Qin Yan's north is equivalent to the history of China."

"Inner Mongolia?" Zhou Fu asked in a daze, "So?"

"You have raised pigs and cattle, how can you forget the sheep? Grassland! Further north, it is the territory of ethnic minorities. To the west of Qin State is Tang State, and to the outside of Tang State is the Western Region!" Sima Zhong wiped himself. Harazi, whose lips do not exist, brainwashed Zhou Fu: "These are hidden maps! The Western Regions, Inner Mongolia, the Silk Road, the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau..."

Kebab!Lamb kidneys!Sheep kidney, sheep whip, sheep eggs!

"No, you're thinking too much, are you trying to make the world collapse by doing this now?" Zhou Fu shook his head to reject his little friend's unconstrained ideas, and pointed to the bewildered Murong Chong: "Now we have to solve the Fenghuang matter first, right? Your mind is running too fast."

"I have always walked ten steps to see a hundred steps, and I have a forward-looking strategic vision, and he knows that you and I are related, do you think he can go back to the group of white-faced people?" Sima Zhong said indifferently: "I'm ugly. If he doesn’t want to get on this pirate ship, he can get on it, and he can get on it.”

Murong Chong gritted his teeth secretly, and said in displeasure: "What does Prince Jin mean by this? Could it be that he thinks that I will kill someone?"

"Did I say I was going to kill you?" Sima Zhong grinned, "Don't forget, I have already defeated Yan Kingdom."

Murong Chong: ...

That's right, this person in front of him has captured Fu Jian and accepted the support of King Yan. He is an out-and-out careerist, and he is the one who really controls their life and death now.

"The king of Jin should not get carried away with complacency. Now that Zhou and Jin are at war, you have thrown your army into Qin Yan's land. Be careful that the Zhou people invade the rear and your ancestors will lose their foundation." Murong said coolly. He now knows that Sima Zhong is not He didn't have the intention of killing him, he didn't like his looks like Fu Jian did, and he didn't have any other intentions, so why should he be afraid.

Sima Zhong stared at Murong Chong with a strange look on his face, "What are you doing?"

"The people of Zhou will not invade the state of Jin," Sima Zhong shook his head, and moved his mouth: "Then, if he is here, the people of Zhou will not invade."

Following his instructions, the young man who was as beautiful as a flower opened a sunny smile, which was so sweet to the heart, as pure as a spring breeze blowing on his face, and seeing him, he could only think of beauty.

Murong Chong stopped breathing for a moment, he was so excited by the beautiful scenery that he almost couldn't find the north, he never knew that he was also a member of ordinary people?Will be bewitched by the blue skin.

However, he did not feel ruthless towards Xiaofu, and his favorability was not affected at all by his acquaintance with King Jin.

Murong Chong asked suspiciously: "He's not the Emperor of Zhou, how could he command Zhou's army..."

Sima Zhong's previous words echoed in Murong Chong's ears.

You have been on the throne for four years, it's time to mature...

You have been on the throne for four years...

No way?

Murong Chong asked Zhou Fudao hesitantly: "Emperor Zhou?"

Zhou Fuchun smiled brightly.

Murong Chong: ...

I didn't wake up?

"Little brother, it's right to follow the thief ship. Look at how miserable you were in your last life. There is no need to follow the old path in this life. It's not that you don't know that this little coward, King Yan, is used to selfishness, or do you think he Will you consider it for you?" Sima Zhong hooked his arm around the stupefied Murong Chong's neck, and said in a brainwashing manner: "Look at your sister's beauty, and you look like this yourself, how miserable would it be if it fell into Fu Jian's hands? The King of Yan will probably be happy because you are favored."

This is true, the more the Murong siblings were favored in the Qin Palace in the previous life, the more the Murong clan could live a stable and worry-free life.

"There's nothing wrong with you getting on our thief ship, isn't it? You can save your sister and avoid Fu Jian's sexual harassment. If you don't get on the thief ship and know such a big secret, do you think you can get out of this place alive?" Palace? Walk out of Yan Kingdom alive?" Sima Zhong said heartlessly, his handsome eyebrows raised, and he looked cynical and foolish.

Murong Chong broke free from his hand, and said vigilantly, "You've been trying to lure me into the gang, what are you trying to do with me?"

"What are you going to do? Of course, it is to build the land of Yan Kingdom." Sima Zhong laughed loudly: "This group of Murong people were not safe in your last life. I have to take a group away, but you and Zhou Tai can stay." It is here to consolidate the newly established ground."

"Don't even think about it, I have to watch you carefully," Zhou Fu quit first, narrowed his eyes dangerously, and hooked his arms around Sima Zhong's neck: "If you dare to mess around again, Xiao Shi is here and I will I won't help you."

Sima Zhong said with a straight face: "But my new territory..."

"You can send others to build it," Zhou Fuliang said coolly, "or let the Murong people continue to govern."

"That won't work. They are thinking about restoring the country all the time. Do I give them room to revolt and grow stronger?" Sima Zhong vetoed: "Especially Murong Chui, the most powerful one who was finally called the Empress Yan, has always been Not easy to deal with."

"Murong Chui, he is dying," Murong Chong said, "He was seriously injured during the battle with the Qin army, and was imprisoned by Fu Jian later."

"He's about to die, let him die, it's easy to die," Sima Zhong said indifferently.

Zhou Fu didn't care too much.

Murong Chong had a strange expression on his face, and he said to Zhou Fu who was in a daze with his cheek resting on his back: "If I guessed correctly before, you should be Murong Chui's youngest son Murong Lin, it seems that I guessed wrong, since you are Zhou Emperor, and How could it be Murong Lin?"

Zhou Fu opened his mouth slightly, his eyes widened: "I'm Murong Lin?!"

Murong Chong was taken aback by his big reaction, and wondered: "Since you admit that you are Emperor Zhou, it is impossible to be Murong Lin, but how did you get into Yan Palace?"

"I'm Murong Lin?! My identity is Murong Chui's youngest son?" Zhou Fu jumped up suddenly: "Why didn't you say it earlier!"

Sima Zhong was also a little confused, what's the matter, the friend's new account is still a person with status?

"No, no, no, I have to save Xiaoxiao's own father, otherwise it's not good," Zhou Fu muttered, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, anyway, it was as if he owed others, and his conscience was condemned.

"Which cell is Murong Chui in now?" Zhou Fu asked Sima Zhong again.

"I didn't know, I just came here," Sima Zhong said alone.

"In the dungeon of Yan Palace," Murong Chong said.

Zhou Fufeng went out in a hurry, calling out the name of the hidden guard beside Sima Zhong as he walked.

Calling Yinwei, and asking the direction of the Yan Palace dungeon, Zhou Fu took a deep breath and said to Sima Zhong: "Go and call the medical officer."

"Murong Chui is your trumpet's father? Is his life precious?" Sima Zhong asked curiously.

"Human ethics, this is the eternal human nature in the world. My trumpet is built on this foundation, and it cannot abandon its own causal line." I have been to this kind of thing, but now I have an identity, but it is still troublesome."

"So it doesn't really matter if Murong Chui is saved, you can save it if you want, it doesn't hurt anything," Sima Zhong comforted Zhou Fu: "At least you still have the ability to build a trumpet, unlike me, you can only fight in person. "

Their conversation made Murong Chong confused: "Is Murong Chui really your father?"

Zhou Fu couldn't explain clearly about the trumpet and the tuba, so he glanced at Sima Zhong.

"Just like your rebirth, Zhou Tai also has its special features, otherwise how would we have the confidence to survive in this world?" Sima Zhong coughed lightly and said casually.

Murong Chong frowned slightly, unable to understand, Sima Zhong raised his eyebrows.

This person is not easy to control.

Sima Zhong frowned slightly, and evaluated coldly in his heart: After fully awakening, he may not necessarily be involved in the construction as they thought.

Unlike Zhou Tai and Zhou Xiaoshi, Sima Zhong didn't like Murong Chong, and felt that he was deep in thought and unpredictable in schemes.

Of course, he also believed that no one could escape the "claw" of Emperor Zhou.

But it's just another Zhenxiang reserve, Sima Zhong warmly congratulated him.

Murong Chui thought he was going to die, the city of Ye was shattered, Qin people entered the city, he was shot by several arrows, he was lying in a dark and humid place with a high fever and lethargic.

He saw that the fairy came to pick him up, and he stroked his hot cheeks with his gentle hands, and the soft catkins with icy muscles and bones soothed his pain.

"Why is he still in a daze even though his eyes are open?" The immortal pressed his delicate lips and asked the people around him worriedly.

"Maybe it's a sequela of awakening?" The person next to him, who was dressed in the dark and black costume of the princes and kings, said uncertainly.

Dark black princes' royal clothes? !

Murong Chui woke up instantly, and struggled to sit up!

Is this person Qin King Fu Jian? !

"Don't worry, your injury is still not healed," the fairy in the dream was close at hand, wrinkled beautifully and sadly, he stopped Murong Chui's movements, but just looked at Murong Chui with a look of sorrow and embarrassment on his face.

Murong Chui's heart fluctuated, for some reason, he always felt that he had lost something very important.

No matter what Zhou Fu said, he couldn't say "Father".

Sima Zhong scratched his head, found Zhou Fu's entanglement, and said to Murong vertically: "Qin King Fu Jian has been captured by the widow, and Murong's family has now defected to Jin State. The general survived by luck, and he will serve our Jin State in the future. gone."

The world was changing so fast that Murong Chui didn't even have time to react.

"You are King Jin, Sima Zhong?!" Murong Chui said in shock, hoarse.

"Ten days after the people of Qin broke Ye, I took Yecheng." Sima Zhong raised his eyebrows, "You King Yan is very self-aware. You rely on me, and I will take good care of you, the old people of the Yan Kingdom."

"It's just that you are defeated and the city is broken. As a defeated general, you have to face the censure of King Yan," Sima Zhong said coldly: "I give you two choices, one, to be loyal to the widow, and two..."

Sima Zhong threatened coldly: "Death."

Murong Chui was weak, almost powerless to resist under Sima Zhong's power.

Zhou Fu kept his mouth shut obediently, and watched his friends take the rhythm. At this time, he only needs to be in charge of assists, and he never drags the team back.

In the end, Murong Chui lowered his proud head under the pressure of survival.

Yan Guo's follow-up treatment was in place one by one. Sima Zhong, who arranged for Zhou Fu's biological father Murong Chui, touched his chin and secretly asked Zhou Fu what to do.

"Actually, it's fine as long as he doesn't die." Zhou Fu rubbed his chest, not feeling the urgent pressure before, and guessed at the same time: "Maybe if I save his life, Murong Chui's gift of childbearing will be a substitute." Reported to the trumpet?"

No, in fact, there is only benevolence but no support. If it is Murong Lin himself, I am afraid that he may still have resentment towards his father who ignored him. Otherwise, Huaxia history would not have betrayed Murong Chui and reported to Murong Ping.

The Xianbei people have such a plastic-like father-son and brotherhood, so Sima Zhong doesn't like the Murong clan.

But he and Zhou Fu have already discussed this.

The few people who took the lead in the history of China were seized and stuffed into the state of Jin, and the rest remained unchanged to build the new state of Yan. The political and economic chaos of the ruling area under the domination of the nomadic regime can be described as.

"How do you plan to deal with this man, Fu Jian?" Murong Chong is now in a passive situation, but he is very clear-headed. As long as he does not harm Xiao Fu, Sima Zhong will not intervene superfluously, and even Xiao Fu will become a good breakthrough.

"Fu Jian, there is still some use value," Zhou Fu muttered while eating melons, "You can kill him if you want, but you can't make a fortune."

"To make some money?" Murong Chong asked curiously, "How to make money?"

The boy's innocent and watery eyes were pure: "Don't you want Sima Zhong to kill Fu Jian?"

"You tell me how to make a fortune first?" Murong Chong lost the pressure of survival, and was confused by the two people's struggle for a long time. Now Zhou Fu said that he could use Fu Jian to make a fortune?Murong Chong didn't know what they were tossing about, his heart was like a kitten scratching with its paws, he was curious.

"It's just to exchange him for money," the young man said naturally: "Wang Meng is a Confucian scholar, and he attaches the most importance to the monarch and his ministers. How could he see his lord conquer the dead? So Fu Jian's head is very valuable!"

When Murong Chong heard Zhou Fu's words, it was as if a door to a new world had been opened, and he murmured: "Take him for money?"

"Aren't you going to kill him? It's okay if you don't change it," Zhou Fu babbled and ate, finishing a piece of melon at a speed visible to the naked eye, and picked up another piece.

Murong Chong's eyes fell on his puffed cheeks, seeing that chubby little face puffed up and down, he also grabbed a piece of melon and stuffed it into his mouth.

At the same time, he murmured in his heart: This King Jin really knows how to enjoy himself. When he came out to fight, he brought a lot of food, drink, and entertainment. Those who didn’t know thought he was going out to play.

"I won't kill you," Murong Chong shook his head, stars flashed out of his usually indifferent eyes, Zhou Fu was so scared that he took a step back, thinking that Sima Zhong's soul was possessed by Murong Chong!

"Why didn't you kill him? Don't you really want him to die?" Zhou Fu said in shock.

"Exchange him for money!" Murong Chong's background seemed to be burning with raging fire, and once he thought of Wang Mengnasi raising money for Fu Jian with a sad face, he wished he could look up to the sky and laugh.

Hahahahaha, Wang Meng, Fu Jian, you have today too!

In the previous life, Wang Meng was vigilant against the Murong people, he often ran against them, and even slandered Fu Jian in his ears, so that he and his sister had a difficult life.

Killing the enemy simply and neatly is far less refreshing than watching the enemy suffer in misfortune. When he thought of Fu Jian being humiliated by this, he could only grit his teeth and endure the humiliation, and he had to submit to Sima Zhong in Yan State, so he couldn't help but gloat up.

"Exchange him for money? Are you sure?" Zhou Fu was stunned, looking at the person in front of him who seemed to "go crazy" overnight, thinking that he was too stimulated.

"Of course, you just do what you want, as long as he's not doing well, I'll be happy!" Murong Chong laughed.

It's over, another crazy one.

Zhou Fu died of fish eyes, lowered his head and ate a mouthful of melon in panic to calm his shock.

"Eat slowly, save some for me," Murong Chong figured out the key point, he was in a good mood and relaxed. He had tasted this melon, which was really juicy and sweet, and it was a delicacy that he wanted to enjoy in his life. The appearance of Zhou Fu spitting out the seeds followed suit.