I'm not Murong Chong

In the Weiyang Palace of Chang'an City, Fu Jian was wearing a sky-high crown and a dark purple robe. He was leaning on the imperial bed with his eyes closed and frowning. He still held a dilapidated battle report in his hand—it was Xinping, the guard of the Northwest Acropolis of Chang'an. What was sent over and over again was especially bloody when unfolded——Yao Chang led his troops to besiege Xinping City for several months in order to strangle the important roads of Shaanxi and Longzhou to capture Xiaoguan. The city was broken, and the remaining soldiers and civilians were all murdered, and no one survived... As soon as he saw the letter, he spat out a mouthful of blood, clutched his heart and fell on the bed, looking crazy, rushed to grab it from left and right, and followed the doctor's instructions. The medicine was in a mess, Empress Gou was crying and rubbing his chest for him, she could only keep saying "Heavenly King take care" and "come back" and so on, Fu Jian waved his hand weakly, he knew the current situation, Xinping would not defend it It doesn't matter because of the overall situation, he is just heartbroken—for some reason, it hurts so badly.

The imperial doctors swarmed up and worked on acupuncture and massage for a long time before Fu Jian calmed down and lay down on the bed absent-mindedly, looking at the dragon on the ceiling.Seeing that he had calmed down, everyone didn't dare to make any more noise, helped up the sobbing dog queen and left Weiyang Palace.

Numb and numb, Fu Jian seemed to have also arrived at Xinping City, where wars and prairie fires were raging, and Yao Jun dispatched countless siege tools, set up ladders and climbed up the city wall like ants. In the flames soaring into the sky, they overturned the ladder recklessly. If it was too late, they jumped out of the city wall and hugged the Yao soldiers who were about to climb the tower. They fell down the high wall together. The fierce battle was in full swing. There was a roar of despair, but the city wall was broken, and countless Yao soldiers rushed into Xinping like a tide, trampling on the bloody broken arms and limbs at the gap... Fu Jian looked blankly at the last of his people who were working for him in vain After going through all kinds of hardships, he couldn't help standing up straight, and went to block these barbaric cavalry: "Don't massacre the city! Don't massacre the city!" Emperor Fu Jian, who once ruled most of the world, obeyed all his promises, but now... all The executioner passed through his thin body with a grinning grin, and slaughtered heartily in front of him. The nearest Yao Bing suddenly raised his spear and stabbed it into the body of a Qin Bing. Under the pouring of black blood, A head flew into Fu Jian's arms, he lowered his head, and the head said to him in a childish voice: "Go, the king of heaven, I'll fight to the death!" The next moment, the head changed its appearance again, with picturesque eyes, Charming Tiancheng: "Heavenly King loved me so much back then, of course he wants to repay his kindness especially - if one day I destroy Chang'an, I will slaughter all the people and make Xijing a purgatory on earth, which is ten times worse than Xinping!" Murong Chong!Fu Jian roared and drew his sword to stab, but when he touched his waist, the Emperor's Sword was covered with blood and mud, and he couldn't pull it out—the head rose slowly, and grinned in mid-air: "Heavenly King! Are you in love with me? Why are you trying to kill me?" Fu Jian was so angry that he took off his sword and scabbard and threw it at him: "Son Bailu! If I can't stand you alone, just come at me! In the past ten I misunderstood the wrong person and believed in the wrong person in the year, and I have no grievances! But looking at the world today, which emperor has my benevolent government! Murong Chong, you are worthy of being called emperor!? You Murong clan are all immature white-eyed wolves! "

The head was still mocking, and one can vaguely see the indistinguishable beauty of those years, but Fu Jian pointed at the head angrily as if being kissed by a snake: "I treat people with faith and benevolence, but people treat me viciously! Such is the way of the world! God!"

He rushed over, wanting to die with this evildoer, but his whole body trembled, only to hear someone whispering in his ear: "Heavenly King... Heavenly King, Lord Luoyang, please see me."

Fu Jian opened his eyes, the corners of his resolute lips were pursed, and his brow was already in cold sweat.The servant helped him sit up, he took a breath, looked down at the blood-stained battle report in his hand, slowly folded it up, and put it in his arms: "Order, no dinner in the harem, and pray for Xinping's dead soldiers." The servant bowed his head in response, and repeated again: "Heavenly King, Lord Luoyang, please see me."

See me... what can I do?Fu Jian was silent - Fu Hui was his youngest son, only sixteen years old, yet he was forced to face such a precarious Great Qin.He raised his hand: "Let's declare."

So an armored soldier entered the room, except for the golden crown on his hair, he was dressed like an ordinary Qin general. He knelt down on one knee, gave a military salute to Fu Jian, and stood up very neatly to report the matter. This is Duke Fu of Luoyang. Hui.

"You said...you're going out of the city...to grab food?"

"Father, that fellow Murong Chong listened to someone's words, and actually started plowing the fields in Efang, and irrigated with the water from the Baiqu, and got a lot of food, which is being transported to Duan Sui and Han Yan's second army camp one after another. These two thieves are near Chang'an. , as long as the father and king give an order, the minister will immediately lead the tiger and ben soldiers to ambush in the grain road, grab the grain and come back!"

"How did you find out?"

"Your minister has arrested several spies from the Yan army, and you will know at the first trial."

Fu Jian glanced at him, then shook his head slowly: "It's fake. It's true that Murong Chong led you to fight."

Fu Hui dissatisfied: "But there is not much food left in Chang'an! It is useless to smuggle some food in from those big fortresses outside!"

Fu Jian still shook his head, his voice resounding loudly: "When there is no food, kill horses for food. The whole army rises from me, and eats three meals and two meals. We must survive! We are facing enemies from both sides. Murong Chong and Yao Chang are both ambitious and safe. It is much easier to wait for Qiu Chi Gong Yang Ding to lead his troops to the west, destroy Yao Chang first, join forces with me, and then destroy Murong Chong—and those Xianbei people are barbaric and cruel, they will do nothing but rob and kill others, how could they go Tun food!"

Fu Hui was a young man full of vigor and eager to do meritorious deeds, but unexpectedly he was completely refuted, so he raised his head and smiled when he heard this moment, and said in a strange way: "My son thinks that the father is still reluctant to let him go!"

When Fu Jianfu heard this, his eyes widened instantly, and then he picked up the jade pillow on the bed and slammed it at his son.

The accident happened so fast that everyone was caught off guard and stared dumbfounded at the few bloodstains bubbling down from Fu Hui's forehead.

"Okay... hello... get out!" Fu Jian's chest heaved violently, he couldn't describe what he was feeling at the moment, remorse, guilt, anger, hatred, sadness, and sense of loss, all because of Murong rush!How could he not know the current situation?Confined to an isolated city, with difficulty in getting foreign aid, it is the end of the road, and if he can endure a moment, it can be said that he is gambling his life with his life, but unexpectedly, his own son wants to come and stab him bloody at this time!

From that day on, Fu Jian no longer summoned Fu Hui, and even though he knelt at the palace gate for several hours, the crown prince and officials persuaded him but refused to let go.The chief servant walked out of Weiyang Palace and read Fu Jian's will: he was ordered to return to the mansion for self-reflection, and he was not allowed to leave without an edict.After saying that, he bent down and stepped forward to help Fu Hui, but Fu Hui was extremely disappointed, he waved away the hands of the visitor, and shouted: "Father! It was my son who ran into you with his mouth! But my son also wanted to understand In the siege of Chang’an, you still don’t know the food shortage situation in the deep palace. The bark, weeds, wild dogs, guinea pigs are all used as food, and if you go any further, you may force them to change their sons and eat them! Father! Please let your son go! The minister goes to battle!" The voice could not stop hovering over the vast palace, and the chief servant was also sad when he saw his expression of sorrow and indignation, and whispered: "Our family knows that His Highness is for the good of the king of heaven and Daqin, but you... You should talk like that... How can a temperament like a heavenly king withstand such anger—to put it disrespectfully, the anger in his heart is now being suppressed by his status and responsibility, if it really explodes—"

Fu Hui fell silent when he heard this, and said after a while: "I...know. I don't hate him, let alone blame him—I only hate Murong Chong for his ambition. , so I repeatedly asked my father to kill that wicked evildoer who brought disaster to the country, but my father was fascinated and just didn't listen—" The chief servant sighed, knowing that Fu Hui didn't understand at all, let alone be considerate, afraid that he would continue here. Talking nonsense, he hurriedly persuaded: "Your Highness, let's go back to the mansion first. You are close relatives of the Heavenly King, how can you have so many overnight feuds? When the Heavenly King is in a better mood, our family will pass on the news to His Highness." How did Fu Hui not know this? The words were all perfunctory, he didn't expect that when he bowed his head like this, his father was still ruthless and refused to change - he still looked down on him - so what about close relatives of flesh and blood, it may not be comparable to someone who is neither male nor female!Thinking of this, he smiled like an ice peak, stood up, and said to the general manager, "I'll go back and 'reflect' now! Father, please rest assured!"

Standing on the tower of the side hall, Fu Jian looked down at his youngest son who turned away and walked away. He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "You also think I'm cruel?" Prince Fu Hong bowed deeply behind him: " Father has his own reasons." Fu Jian stretched out his hand to touch the battlement wall, and slowly shook his head: "I don't have any reason, but I'm afraid that he is always young and vigorous, and he really goes out to fight in the city, what should he do if something happens—I want to come to me My father really failed, my own sons all look at me like this." Fu Hong hurriedly said: "It's Brother Hui who is too capricious, and the father is doing it for his own good—"

Fu Jian waved his hand: "What he said...is the thoughts of countless people in the court, and it hit my sore spot——Wang Meng has a spirit in the sky, and he would laugh at me for raising a tiger to make trouble for myself! If you would judge me like this, how would you judge those ungrateful people!"

Fu Hong lifted his robe and knelt down: "I can't see the history books thousands of years later, but I know that my father has been on the throne for 20 years. He deserves the world and the people. That's enough!"

Looking at his eldest son, Fu Jian finally twitched the corners of his mouth and leaned over to help him. The prince suddenly put his arm around his wrist and asked word by word: "Father, how long can we stay in Chang'an?" Fu Jian froze. for a moment.The crown prince is only twenty years old, and he always thinks that he is too young and immature, so he rushes south to give him a perfect world, but the dream of Feishui is broken, and the hegemony of thousands of years has become empty talk, and now the building is about to collapse. "...If you can keep it, you will keep it. If you can't keep it, you will stick to it. Do your best and know the destiny. I, Fu Jian, swear to the death that I will not be a surrender."

When Fu Hong heard the words, he bowed deeply: "My son obeys the order."

Fu Jian returned to the palace, unable to sleep at night, still thinking about Murong Chong's cultivation of fields and food storage - this fact is strange, it is completely different from what Murong Chong would do - he endured the viciousness of one fatal blow for ten years like that And extreme, wishing that there would be no grass and no one for thousands of miles where he passed, and everything in the world would be buried with him, so why would he stand still and go to farm instead?It can be seen that it must be false.But what is the purpose of doing this? !He suddenly opened his eyes and stood up. If Yan Jun was deliberately exposing the grain path - he lifted the tent and got out of bed, and the servants rushed in. Fu Jian hurriedly brushed away the crowd and walked out: "Xuan Fu Hui!" The interior manager hastily stopped him: "Heavenly King, there is no change in the palace and Kui Ye called for it, I'm afraid that people's hearts will fluctuate!" Fu Jian stopped, and then ordered: "Order Dou Chong to take the dragon guards and take The Hou Mansion is under siege, no one is allowed to come in and out, if Fu Hui wants to make trouble, let him come to see me!"

The guards led away, and Fu Jian stood anxiously in the night wind until Sili Captain Dou Chong returned to the palace with a serious face and replied: "Your Majesty! The Duke of Luoyang has already taken the soldier talisman, killed the city gate officials, and dispatched troops late at night." Out of town!"

As if struck by lightning, Fu Jian could hardly stand up!

Let's say that Fu Hui dispatched three thousand soldiers and horses, took out the last bit of surplus food in his mansion, let the generals have a full meal, killed the generals and went out in the dark, and stayed there until midnight before seeing the stars shining in the dark Coming silently.Fu Hui said happily in his heart: "Wrapping a horse's hoof in his mouth, and acting so carefully, he must have really transported food."Now let go of the last point of vigilance, and because I brought all the soldiers who followed me when I was still in Luoyang, all of them are soldiers of hundreds of battles, so with a wave of hand, I led the soldiers and horses out of the trench, saying in my mouth: I have received the army rations of the white captives, and I will go to the king of heaven to receive the merit!"

The Yan soldiers who were guarding the grain did not seem to expect that the Qin soldiers would rob the grain here, and they scattered before they could resist.Fu Hui rode his horse back and forth, and shouted: "Don't chase the poor, push the grain cart and retreat to Chang'an!" Unexpectedly, a Qin soldier overpowered the grain cart accidentally, and the dry thatch rolled out of it. The wine jars and other things, Fu Hui was startled, jumped off the horse, opened the jars and smelled them, and immediately shouted: "Fire oil—quickly withdraw!" The arrow came through the air and plunged deep into the grain carts. The thatched grass soaked in kerosene burst into flames. The Qin army was terrified and panicked. Followed by the Second Army, occupied the high ground, divided into two directions, condescending, dense and low pressure, under the wave after wave of arrow rain, it seemed to put the Qin Army in their pockets and slaughtered wantonly, until the sky was about to dawn, only then Dozens of cavalry guarded one person and broke through to the west.

The lieutenant had sharp eyes, pointed at the cavalry, and said to Han Yan: "General! That must be Fu Hui! I'll kill him and capture him alive, it's a great achievement!" Han Yan grinned, and slapped the lieutenant: "Great achievement? After splitting into two with Duan Sui, what kind of great achievement is it? Why should I rush down to kill the enemy first and give him some credit? Duan Sui is not my serious master!" Glancing at the opposite hill, he sneered: "Look! , he also stood still, waiting for me to charge him—bah! I won’t be so stupid again! I will bear the loss, and you will share the credit!”

On the outskirts of Chang'an, there was a scuffle, but at this moment, Ah Fang was completely silent.Yao Song took a deep breath, blew out the candle, and walked out of the room in his clothes. He took a deep breath in the cool morning breeze. And Kong—calculating the time, it should have succeeded over there, right?

Fu Hui should have fled back to Chang'an in a hurry—he knew clearly in his heart that Han Yanduan and the two of them had become deeply attached to each other and would never cooperate sincerely. It would be an inevitable result to allow the enemy to flee, but that's okay, he was captured alive. When Fu Hui comes back, who knows if the current "Murong Chong" will talk about "humane spirit" and "treat prisoners well" and simply let him go—anyway, there will only be one result for the proud little prince after he goes back That's all.

Fu Jian, if another knife is stabbed in your heart, will you go completely insane?

Smiling quite amusingly, Yao Song sneezed suddenly, took the sable scarf and put it on, he felt warm and comfortable, and no longer felt cold all over his body.He lowered his head and touched the smooth fur. Because the seam was damaged, Murong Chong cut it into a buttonhole and installed a small golden plum blossom button, which can be put together lightly and delicately. It is more convenient to put on and take off.

How could there be so many messy and whimsical ideas in this person's mind.Yao Song stroked his hair repeatedly, and muttered for a long time: "...Weird."