I'm not Murong Chong

Let's say that Fu Jian was so anxious that he ordered Dou Chong to watch 180 dragon guards and [-] elite soldiers go out to rescue him. He stayed up all night, eagerly waiting for the news.When dawn broke, Dou Chong rushed back to the palace with his armor in his body to return to his command. As soon as he entered the door, he was greeted by the pungent smell of blood. Fu Jian felt cold and stood up abruptly: "Hui'er——"

Dou Chong touched the ground on one knee, raised his head with blood on his face, and said: "Duke Luoyang has been rescued, but... the Yan army seems to have expected that there will be reinforcements, and has already laid an ambush. As soon as the last general left the city, he was killed." Arrow formation——to protect the young master, more than half of the hundred and eight guards lost..."

Fu Jian staggered slightly, the Dragon Guards were trained by him himself, they were all brave and loyal, even in ordinary battles he was reluctant to let them fight hand-to-hand on the battlefield, now he was eager for his beloved son, but all his life's efforts were wasted!With pain and hatred in his heart, Dou Chong said at the right time: "Duke Luoyang is kneeling outside Weiyang Palace now, waiting for the king to summon him."

Fu Jian was silent for a while, then Fang said with a blank face: "... Let him go back and think about his mistakes behind closed doors, what else do you want to do? - This is worthy of the lives of all the soldiers who sacrificed their lives in vain!"

That night, the door of Weiyang Palace was knocked again, and the head servant ordered the palace servants to open the door. He held on to the candle and said with a tiger's face, "Heavenly King finally managed to rest his mind and sleep for a while, don't die!" ,Gone……"

The chief servant took a closer look and saw that he was wearing the clothes of the Luoyang Duke's mansion, and his heart sank suddenly: "What...is it gone?"

"Duke Luoyang was wounded and returned home. He was so ashamed that he killed himself that night and apologized to the king of heaven!"

Fu Jian came out at night, and when he heard this, his legs staggered, and the servants at the side rushed to support them, and they all cried: "The Heavenly King's Day!" In the year since the defeat, tears were no longer enough to carry any of his pain—enough relatives had died, brother Fu Rong, nephew Fu PI Fu Lin Fu Rui, and now Fu Hui!

He used to sit in the Central Plains, with millions of troops, throwing a whip could stop the flow, but in a blink of an eye, he lost the world, lost the people, and lost everything-the winner and the loser!

In the 20 years of Yuyu's [-] years, he has never been better than walking on thin ice, and he has conquered the kingly way-he moved the powerful and powerful families from all over the country into Guanzhong to strengthen the weak branches; he moved the Di people to the strategically important places he occupied to control the Quartet.How many Di people lamented this, "If people migrated far away to stay in Xianbei, who should be the first to talk?" Who knows that he is not putting the cart before the horse, but thinking that in time, the five Hu and Hu will be able to achieve long-term stability? !Who knew that the defeat of the Feishui army would lead to the rebellion of foreign tribes, and the land of Guanzhong would be full of smoke; who knew that the Di people would garrison the border far away, and reinforcements would be difficult to come? !

"Is it my fault... or is it heaven's fault?" He staggered back to the inner room, and pulled out the Son of Heaven Sword——

"Your Majesty the Heavenly King!" The crowd cried out in panic again. Fu Jian stroked the bronze sword that sold gold and broken jade. It was the sword handed down by Fu Hong, the founder of the Qin Dynasty. The disciples of the Di people broke up with Shi Zhao, competed in the Central Plains, and ruled the world. Only then can this great mountain and river be established, but what about now?

"How much food is left in the palace, take it out and reward the three armies." He drew his sword out of its sheath, "In three days' time, I will personally conquer Xianbei and attack Xianbei!"

The emperor was angry, and the blood flowed away.

Murong Chong, if you and I fight, we will definitely not die, endlessly.

Recently, after Murong Chong ordered the army to be reorganized, except for hunting, most of Yan's army stayed at Afang's border for drills and did not dare to go out lightly.Even Ren Zhen himself, since he got back from his injury that day, has been more focused on practicing martial arts and literature, and he is not as fond of playing tricks as he used to be, and sometimes gets confused and hides himself from time to time.He gets up at Mao every day and practices martial arts in the school until Chen. In Murong Yong's view, he is still not the Emperor of Yan, Murong Chong, but it cannot be denied that he is moving towards this goal step by step at his own pace.

Ren Zhen flicked his silver gun, Hongying was silent, he stopped his momentum, turned around and asked, "How is it?"

Murong Yong came back to his senses and nodded: "The move is a great benefit—" Ren Zhen was not too proud, so he heard him turn sharply and said: "It's a pity that I only have a show, and I don't have enough energy. I usually dance with the wind, and on the battlefield Useless."

Ren Zhen said angrily: "I used to wield spears, so I'm not strong enough!" He shook the tip of the spear and pointed at Murong Yong, "The generals of the Murong family wield spears on behalf of others, and my fourth uncle Murong Ke five Uncle Murong Chui is good at wielding spears, so I naturally want to be too!"

"Indeed, even my marksmanship had to be taught a lot by you back then, but now—" Before Murong Yong finished speaking, he suddenly shot like lightning, hitting the point of the spear. Ren Zhen has been unable to shoulder for more than 20 years. The second generation ancestor, who couldn't lift his hands, couldn't hold the handle of the gun due to such a skillful swing, and let go of his hand unsteadily, and the spear fell to the ground suddenly, "This moment, that moment." Ren Zhen gave Murong Yong an annoyed look , but he didn’t get angry, bent down to pick up the long tassel spear, pulled it away with a horse step, and hit another "pointing the finger"-this is the starting style of Murong's spear technique: "Then please teach me again, General Murong." !"

Murong Yong was silent for a moment. His original intention was to let Ren Zhen not work so hard. After all, he is not what he used to be, and he doesn't have to lead the way like Murong Chong in the past. He has his own ideas, what does he really care about, he is more competitive than anyone else.He walked behind Ren Zhen and gently raised his wrist, bent his right leg with Ren Zhen's knee, and said in a low voice: "Put your foot down firmly, calm your dantian, keep your eyes straight, and with a gun in your heart, you can hold it firmly." .”

Ren Zhen stabbed as he said, with the same strength, but his aim was much better. He couldn't help being overjoyed, he returned the gun with his backhand, took a step back, and asked, "What's next?" Arriving in Murong Yong's arms, turning around and talking this time, it was as if they were embracing each other.Murong Yong was stunned for a moment, he hastily let go, and retreated hastily, the spear in his hand fell and hit the sole of his foot, his face turned green and red.Ren Zhen squatted on the ground and couldn't stop laughing. While wiping his eyes, he said, "Isn't General Murong's marksmanship the best in the three armies? Why is it so bad?"

Murong Yong remained silent, Ren Zhen suddenly raised his head: "Could it be that the wound collapsed again?" After saying that, he jumped up and frantically flicked up his sleeves. Murong Yong couldn't dodge and was grabbed by him. Ren Zhen inspected carefully Then he breathed a sigh of relief, and saw Murong Yong put on the leather wristband he made himself according to his words, pursed his lips and smiled: "Since Qing is obedient, I am so relieved, what reward do you want?" Murong Yong was amused by his nondescript words You wanted to laugh, but saw that Ren Zhen turned his palm and got into the hem of his short robe, and immediately stopped seriously: "What are you doing?!"

Ren Zhen smiled innocently: "See if you put on the full leather armor obediently~"

Because the weather was getting hotter and he was in the palace again, Murong Yong only wore a piece of ordinary clothes, the skirt was low, and after a few struggles, the spring light was exposed, showing a piece of naked muscle - the man of the Murong family is named "Bailu", so he No matter how white the skin is, Ren Zhen always felt that it would be unsuitable to be as white as a chicken with muscles, but Murong Yong's muscles are strong and smooth, and the scars on his body are also hidden in the complexion, which is very good. It looks good to touch, and I can't help but feel addicted to it. It was just a joke, but now I see Murong Yongang hiding seven feet, slightly embarrassed, but I really have some different thoughts.With a hoarse voice, he was just about to say something, when he heard the report from the soldiers outside the arena——Yao Song sent the documents.

Seeing that Murong Yong's transformation was almost instantaneous, Ren Zhen said with a stiff face, "Your Majesty, please return to the palace to deal with the business." At the entrance of the palace, he bumped into Yao Song and asked, "Has the roster been registered?"

Yao Song nodded, pulled Ren Zhen's sleeve, and walked in hand in hand with him, but Murong Yong stopped and stood outside the hall.Ren Zhen turned his head and wondered, "Why don't you come in?" Murong Yong said slowly with his back to the two of them: "Outside, I will guard the door for you."

"A good minister, why are you willing to be a bodyguard?" Ren Zhen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and Yao Song rushed to intervene, drawing Ren Zhen's attention back: "According to your words, the commission for being transferred to the rear army will increase by three points—anyway, before We have robbed a lot these days without money, and now we can’t spend the flowers, so we are happy to use them to buy people’s hearts—” Ren Zhen’s hand flipping through the roster suddenly stopped on the page where Yang Juan and others were recorded: “The last time I was charged into the rear army How come there is no commission for the deployment of the handyman?"

Yao Song laughed and said: "They are captives!" The implication is that it's not bad if they didn't kill them.Ren Zhen frowned and said: "If you want to annex the world, how can you not tolerate the captives—previously Taiyuan Wang Murongke treated the captives well and comforted the people, and attracted everyone in the world to take refuge—" Yao Song rolled his eyes, and immediately changed his course, following the His words said: "My minister knows it. It's just that the matter of beneficence must be left to the emperor to do. Only in this way can the captives of the Di people be influenced and make them willingly submit to the emperor."

Ren Zhen was taken aback, nodded knowingly, and pointed at the tip of his nose: "You sing bad face, I sing bad face, what do you mean?" Yao Song smiled like a flower, and deliberately raised his voice: "The emperor is wise~"

The white-faced "guard" standing stupidly with a spear at the door suddenly turned dark: Yao Song is really annoying!

Before dawn the next day, Murong Yong was already waiting in the school yard again, but after a cup of tea, Ren Zhen still didn't come, Murong Yong felt strange, Ren Zhen hadn't slept in bed for a long time.After thinking about it, he was still not at ease, so he ordered the soldiers in the school field to prepare warm water, towels, handkerchiefs and other things, and went into the palace to call for someone.

He ordered the guards at the door to be silent and leave. Murong Yong closed the door behind his back and lifted the bed curtain. He saw Ren Zhen sleeping on his side with a thin quilt in a daze, with several books piled beside his pillow. Thinking that he stayed up late to read again last night, he couldn't bear to wake him up like this for a while, and sat softly on the edge of the couch, he took out a copy of <<Guiguzi>>, with Yao Song's handwritten notes beside it—this One point, he is indeed inferior to him.He closed the book and put it aside, then picked up another "Book of Changes", Murong Yong slightly raised his eyebrows, and opened the cover, he saw that it was selling dog meat with sheep's head hanging on it, and there were erotic palaces inside, but he saw it Burn it, burn it again, burn it again, the "Eighteen Forms of Longyang" with endless life and death!He stared at the sleeping Ren Zhen dumbfoundedly, and suddenly became startled, and the scenes of the past day and night together flashed before his eyes like a fleeting light.

Murong Chong had a handsome appearance, and when he was young, he looked like a pretty girl. He had always been ashamed of it and tried his best to hide it. When he grew up, after the killings, he added a bit of murderous and ruthless violence, making him even more evil-like. Charm.Normally, Ren Zhen acted erratically and was never serious. Murong Yong never thought of the person who was still invisible, but now that he was fast asleep, he was faintly seductive.Murong Yong had a strange and surging strange feeling, he couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently touched his cheek, but Ren Zhen groaned slightly, and pressed his hand on his neck .Murong Yong felt the pulsation of the carotid artery under the palm and the smoothness of the skin, his mind was swayed, and he hurriedly leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, it's time to get up~" The voice was so small that Ren Zhen was not awake as expected Instead, he put his arms around Murong Yong's neck, pulled him into his arms, and muttered: "Don't make noise~"

Unexpectedly, Ren Zhen "lit up the night battle" last night, and now it's morning time again, and now that the two of them are close together, the thing sticks up straight, and burns hot on the heels of his legs. He wanted to push him in embarrassment, but when he turned his hands around his back, it unexpectedly turned into a hug. The heat of Ren Zhen's breath hit his ears, accompanied by one or two weak moans, his lower body unexpectedly hugged him. Start to stir up.Murong Yong's whole body froze, the heat rushed into his head in an instant, his face was red like blood, sparks rushed from his tailbone all the way to his brain, his hands became tighter and tighter, he hugged Ren Zhen tightly, and rubbed against him tentatively——Ren Zhen He gasped as if unsatisfied, he had been feeling uncomfortable these days, and he was still in a dream at this moment, so he boldly raised his legs and stepped on the other person's waist, actively twisted his waist and swung his hips, and the two went back and forth through a layer of silk quilt. The dawdling was all passionate, until Murong Yong suddenly tightened his grip on him, kicked his legs a few times, and mumbled a suppressed moan from Ren Zhen's neck: "En!  … "

As soon as the matter was over, Murong Yong came back to his senses, got up quickly, pulled up the crumpled silk quilt, and saw that it was soaked with two large pieces of water, he couldn't help another heartbeat, thought about it but didn't lose it, folded Just as he was about to take it away, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Murong Heng and Yao Song ignored the guards, pushed the door in, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, just received the battle report. Go up, attack Han Yan Duan Sui, now they have lost their troops and armor and will be defeated!"

Ren Zhen stood up and smacked his tongue: "Didn't you say that it's okay not to provoke Fu Jian for the time being, just keep around Chang'an City, why did the two armies clash all of a sudden!?"