I'm not Murong Chong

Murong Chong quickly resolved the factional disputes in the Xianbei army with thunderous means, but Duan Sui's subordinates had resentment, but they had already been divided into troops and stationed in outer cities, losing the right time and place, and the dragons had no leader, seeing Murong Chong's merciless handling Han Yan, the "culprit", was found, and Duan Sui was held for a state funeral. It was extremely sad and honorable, so he had to let it go.Murong Chong then appointed Murong Yong as the general, restored his position as minister, abolished the formation of left and right generals in the Xianbei army, and unified power. In the hands of the Murong family, it will remain the same forever - this is a later story.

Ren Zhen finally moved into the Jinhua Palace, which had been repeatedly attacked by soldiers. Although it had been completely renovated and there was no blood, he still felt a little heavy when he stepped into the dense palace.This is the most majestic main hall in Weiyang Palace. Since the Han Dynasty, the emperors who have established Chang'an as their capital have used it as their bed to deal with state affairs and make decisions. Its former owner, Fu Jian, lived here again for 20 Year.

Ren Zhen knew that this was the first time he had stepped here in his life - in the era he used to live, not to mention the Jinhua Palace, even the entire Huanghuang Weiyang had been reduced to dust and left nothing behind - however, he You can walk through the halls and rooms to the master bedroom with ease without someone taking you around.

The first thing that catches the eye is the giant dragon bed with gorgeous layers of curtains. The whole body is carved with Donghai Shenmu, giving off a wave of soft light.He sat sideways on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to stroke the smooth and delicate silk satin, and there seemed to be an echo in the back of his mind.

"Heavenly King, why can't Prime Minister Wang Meng tolerate our siblings? I don't want to make things difficult for the Heavenly King. If it doesn't work, please drive us out of the palace!" Bian's delicate face seemed to be full of worry.The man wore the Tongtian Crown and the Yanlong Robe. He was still so proud and heroic at that time. He fondled the young man's face, and his callused fingertips repeatedly groped his petal-like lips: "Jing Lue is a femur. Good minister, but I can't control the internal affairs of my palace, don't be afraid, I will protect you." Another stunning girl with a similar face also came over, her soft body was entangled like a snake, and she exhaled like a sapphire. Eyes like silk: "Our sister and brother can rely on the king of heaven in the palace, but brothers and uncles are underestimated when they are dangerous outside the palace. The king of heaven promised me to wait and confer the title of brother, but have you forgotten?" The man grabbed She put a pair of catkins on her lips and kissed: "I promise a thousand gold, and Qinghe is at ease." The girl smiled charmingly and sent her red lips, and tapped the young man's head with a finger, half panting and half angry: "Brother Chong, why don't you return?" Thank you, Heavenly King, soon?" The young man lowered his head and looked down, stretched out his hands and stripped off the remaining robes on his body, covering his heart full of scars under the spring light...

"Your Majesty~" the servant saw Murong Chong sitting alone in the dark sky, and did not order to hold the lamp, so he called out cautiously, "The auspicious time for the celebration banquet tonight is approaching, and the Shang Shuling respectfully invites the emperor to set up the Changle Hall."

Ren Zhen suddenly came back to his senses, trembling in his heart - just now the situation was dreamlike but detailed, as if he had been there in person!He could guess that this was the scene where Murong Chong and his sister served Fu Jian more than ten years ago, but why did he remember it? !His soul is clearly a new person, why does revisiting the old place at this moment wake up this nightmare that does not belong to him?

"Your Majesty?" Seeing that Murong Chong was still ignoring others and his face was livid, the servant called out again in fear. Ren Zhen stood up abruptly, strode out, and pointed at the dragon bed sharply: "Take this thing!" Demolish it for me! No, it’s not enough! I don’t want to live in this room, I’ll clean up another side room right away!”

Ren Zhen was angry and sullen all the way, and he calmed down when he walked to the Changle Hall. He knew that he had lost his composure just now, and he didn't know how he would lose his color because of this—the unbearable child molestation career back then It belongs to Murong Chong, but he is not Murong Chong!

He took a deep breath, lifted his robe from his shoulders, and walked into the Hall of Changle with his head held high.The people in the palace had been crowded and stood side by side for a long time, and finally when Murong Chong came, they shouted in unison like a tsunami: "See you, Your Majesty!"

He raised his hand and stretched it out, and the civil servants and generals quickly separated, and made a way out of it silently. Ren Zhen stepped on it and walked slowly. Duan Sui has been eliminated, and Murong Chong is in power, who would dare to be different?

Ren Zhen stared blankly at the familiar or unfamiliar faces on both sides, but a doubt arose in his heart—is it the unwilling Murong Chong, who stands here and is worshiped by thousands of people, or is it a coincidence? Ren Zhen who came here by mistake?Until he was at the end of the road and saw Murong Yong in a red and purple python robe, he stared at him, and suddenly revealed a smile - at this moment, it was like spring wind turning into rain, moistening things silently.

Ren Zhen choked for breath, and his mind became clear at this moment.Murong Yong stepped forward to hold his hand, guided him up the stairs, and finally sat down on the dragon chair. Murong Yong just turned around and knelt down again: "Long live the emperor, long live, long live!"

Ren Zhen looked down at the dark group of people kneeling three times and kowtowing nine times to complete the ceremony. The bell room outside the Changle Hall rang out at this moment, and nine tunes echoed, piercing the night sky deafeningly—Chang’an has completely changed its master!

Ren Zhen waved his sleeves slowly, and held the dragon head on the armrest: "Pingshen!" The waiter bowed and offered a tribute wine, Ren Zhen took it, and with a single stroke from a distance, said in a deep voice: "I have Chang'an, it all depends on your lords, From now on, we must rely on all of you to compete in the Central Plains to rule the world! I will use this wine to sue the world and honor the heroes, do it!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" All the servants in the palace agreed loudly, holding up their cups and drank it all. Amidst the uproar, Ren Zhen and Murong Yong, the chief, who was close at hand, looked at each other for a moment, and finally raised their necks and came to the realization——I am Ren Zhen, I am not Murong Chong, what I want to leave is my life.

After drinking for three rounds, the atmosphere in the hall became lively, and Ren Zhen, who had settled down, began to implement the "big plan" he had made earlier - the so-called big planner was Murong Yong who was as hard as elm wood when he was drunk.

Ever since Murong Yong came back drunk that night, his eyes widened and his heart itched, he has been thinking about getting Murong Yong drunk again. In a hurry, Ren Zhen's tricks were repeatedly frustrated.This time it was rare to have an aboveboard excuse, so he "given wine" vigorously, and after a short time, Murong Yong's face turned red and he became dizzy.He knew that he was a light drinker, and he refused to drink any more because he was afraid that he would be disrespectful in front of the palace. Ren Zhen changed his mind immediately - the Xianbei people were immediately ethnic, and the generals were not fully Sinicized, and they felt a little dizzy when they were full of wine and food Taoran, it's not a matter of etiquette, if someone flatters and toasts Murong Chong, he immediately raises his glass happily, and after the praise, he becomes weak and boneless, tilts his head and glances at Murong Yong: "I am too strong to drink!" I don't know if Shang Shuling can drink on behalf of you?"

A few bold people laughed and said: "Is the emperor's drinking capacity so bad? Could it be that he still has arms at night, so he can't get drunk?" He's so beautiful to congratulate and congratulate~" Everyone burst into laughter for a while, because they all knew that the family members of the previous court had been ordered to transfer the deposit to the side hall of the Jinhua Palace, so Murong Chong wanted to "follow the rules" and wantonly "enjoy" it?

"Haha, Aiqing is really smart!" Ren Zhen smiled brightly, and silently decided to transfer this person to Efang to guard the city gate tomorrow.

Murong Yong didn't know whether he listened or not, he lowered his head and lowered his eyes, his face was red but he just stayed where he was.Ren Zhen knew that he was a little stunned after drinking it, but seeing that it was really hot now, he was overjoyed, and was about to make persistent efforts, when suddenly his eyes darkened, and a tall figure stood in front of him, pulled out the wine bottle in his hand, and drank it up.

Ren Zhen raised his head, frowned slightly, and looked at Yang Ding.

He wiped his mouth, put the empty cup upside down on the desk, and said in a deep voice, "I'll drink for the emperor, just to get drunk!" This seemed to be the first time Yang Ding had spoken to Murong Chong on his own initiative in so many days, but his eyes were blind Jiao, didn't stare at Murong Chong, but glanced at the audience blankly. He raised his hand and said boldly: "Who else wants to respect?!" "I just want to get drunk" is not excited, so they all clamored, and one after another rushed up to toast and fight, and the scene immediately became a little chaotic.

Seeing that Yang Ding came to disrupt the situation again, Ren Zhen suddenly lost his temper for some reason. He just felt a little depressed and sad in his heart - he didn't want to see Yang Ding like this, but he thought he did nothing wrong!

Because he is Murong Chong, so it is natural that he should not love men?Otherwise, you can't be a hero and a wise king?This is Yang Ding's wishful thinking, why must it be imposed on him? !

His complexion became more and more gloomy, Shi Yigui, who had been serving him closely and cautiously, glanced at the two of them, suddenly picked up the jug, stepped in front of Yang Ding, and first bowed his hands and saluted: "General Yang is extraordinary in martial arts and bravely crowned the three armies. It turns out that the capacity for drinking is also very good, I wonder if I will have the honor to have a drink with the general?"

This meant a one-man fight for wine, and the generals looked at this childish newcomer in front of them inexplicably—where did the pheasant come out, dare to challenge Ban Yangding?Who in the world does not know Qiu Chi Yang Ding, a thousand cups will not get drunk.

Yang Ding slightly lowered his head, and looked at this strange boy for a long time. Shi Yigui looked neither humble nor overbearing, and his hand holding the dendrobium did not tremble: "...I don't drink with my sons."

For a while, everyone was talking about it, and Yang Dingnian was standing close to him. Sure enough, he was able to create such a tall and similar son.Shi Yigui also smiled, and directly unscrewed the lid of the chicken head pot in his hand, raised his neck, his Adam's apple twitched, and drank it in one gulp without changing his face in a short while.

Everyone immediately clapped their hands and applauded - this kind of booze, not to mention a half-grown child, even a strong man is rarely able to match it.Shi Yigui wiped off the wine stains on his lips, and calmly said: "General Yang has never heard that—there are no fathers and sons in the country of wine—does he only admit victory or defeat?"

Yang Ding raised his eyebrows, looked past Shi Yigui and Murong Chong, who was sitting high behind him, had been pulled away from the front of the imperial court by Shi Yigui, and he was about to speak, when suddenly he heard a high and low intermittent singing voice from outside the hall: "The view of the palace and the terrace ...Father and son come out together...not with you..."

Ren Zhen came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who is singing outside?"

The guards outside hurriedly went out to inquire, and after a while, they escorted an old Taoist in green robes and crane cloaks--it was said that he was detained, but no one dared to touch him, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he surrounded him.Those present who had lived in Chang'an for a long time also guessed the identity of this person at this moment, and they all stood up to greet him.

Zhang Jiali ignored the others, stood still under the steps, and slapped Ren Zhen from a distance.Ren Zhen looked around, and couldn't help but follow in awe: "The Taoist priest's surname is Zhang?"

Zhang Jia smiled slightly with his beard, but didn't answer - he is famous all over the world as a celestial master, who doesn't know?Ren Zhen said in the next sentence: "Take a look at Tai Chi!"

"..." Zhang Jia was puzzled, what is Tai Chi?How to do it?Ren Zhen slapped his thigh: "You created it yourself on Wudang Mountain! The one you passed on to Zhang Wuji!"

"?????" Zhang Jia didn't know Jin Yong in his life, so naturally he had never heard of it, but he had a really standard old-fashioned face, and Ren Zhen wanted to put him on the TV to sing, read, and beat him.

He was full of drafts and didn't know how to proceed after being disturbed like this. Fortunately, the emperor Murong Heng of Zuo Jin knew his reputation early, and hurriedly bowed and said: "The Taoist priest abandons the dark and turns to the bright, and is willing to stay in Chang'an to protect Dayan. In fact, he is the Murong family. Blessing."

Zhang Jia waved his fly whisk, and said calmly: "It's not that he abandoned the darkness and turned to the light, and came out of the mountain with his old ways. It's all in line with the general trend of the world. When you watch the sky at night on Mount Hua, and see the purple air coming from the east and crossing the imperial capital, you know that the dynasty is about to change."

Murong rushed cavalry to Pingyang, crossed the Yellow River to occupy Afang soldiers and encircled Chang'an, wasn't it just "coming from the east"?Murong Heng was overjoyed, and his respect reached [-] points—fortunately, the Yan army entered the city and the palace, no matter how chaotic it was, no one dared to hurt this living god, otherwise, who would be the national teacher of the Great Yan Kingdom? "Is there a blessing decree from the Immortal Elder today?"

Zhang Jiaxian just laughed and said nothing, and the anxious people asked again and again, Fang said: "When the Yan army besieged the city, there were several nursery rhymes in Chang'an. I wonder if the emperor has heard of them?" Before Ren Zhen could react, he sang sadly: "'Jia Shen Yiyou, fish and sheep cannibalize people, so sad that there will be no return'...'Yang Dingjian should belong to me, the palace and terrace should sit on me, and father and son will not share you'..."

Ren Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and he heard that these two ballads both meant something. The former said that Jiashen ascended the throne and besieged the city of Yiyou, and Xianbei entered Chang'an. There was no point in killing people, and the whole city was sad; the latter said that Yang Ding rebelled against Qin. Joining him under his command, Murong Chong broke into Weiyang Palace and had to sit on the dragon chair. Fu Jian, Fu Hong and his son fled in a hurry and parted ways.He turned his face and glanced at Murong Yong. Although Murong Yong was still flushed, but still sober, he nodded slightly at Ren Zhen.

That is, there was really a rumor in Chang'an City at that time.But Ren Zhen didn't believe that there was any divine way that could predict the future in this world at all. It's just that the Manchu court, regardless of civil or military, regarded the former imperial teacher as a living god, and he didn't dare to go against people's hearts.He held his chin with one hand, snorted silently through his nose, and said in one tone, "Uncle Huang is right, the Taoist priest must have something to say if he is willing to come to the mortal world today. I don't know if he wants to build a temple or set up a shrine." What about it?" Others didn't notice, but Murong Yong heard the irony in Ren Zhen's words, and couldn't help frowning at him.

Zhang Jia raised his whisk, and suddenly pointed at Ren Zhen: "The emperor is not a man of this world!"

The wine in Ren Zhen's mouth suddenly spewed out, and he coughed loudly in embarrassment. Murong Yong rushed forward to pat him on the back, and the two looked at each other, both shocked.

Zhang Jia continued without being moved: "The emperor is the reincarnation of Nangong Suzaku. He carried his seven-star ghost willow and star wings to Zhang Jing. Everywhere he passed was thousands of miles away, and the soldiers were fierce and dangerous." Ren Zhen was puzzled, and he touched it. Not sure whether Zhang Jia was fooling around or if he really had two tricks, so he said calmly, "Then I don't know how to resolve it?"

Zhang Jia lowered his eyelids: "Phoenix Fenghuang, why don't you fly high and return to your hometown? Why do you want to perish here?" As soon as this poem came out, the audience was in an uproar—the phoenix was referring to Murong Chong, and it was hard for him to fly high and return to his hometown. Chang'an, which had just been conquered, returned east to Yecheng, the former capital of the Yan Kingdom, and competed with his uncle Wu Wang Murong Chui to go to the Guandong.

"I don't know why you said that?" The words were so relevant that even Murong Heng asked hesitantly.Zhang Jia ordered the Taoist boy next to him to hold out a red sandalwood box, flipped off the lid, and said lightly, "by chance, the mountain man got an ancient book "Gu Fu Zhuan Jia Lu", and there is such a prophecy." Everyone was stunned - in that era, Buddhism was not yet developed, Taoism was the only one, and witchcraft and metaphysics were both important in the world, so there was no one who didn't believe it - the "Gu Fu Zhuan Jia Lu" is a wonderful book, and it is said that it was an alchemist in the time of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty According to Dongfang Shuo, Sima Xiangru recorded the book and dedicated it to Emperor Wu. After reading it, Emperor Wu was shocked and said that if the book leaked the secrets of heaven, it would be a disaster for the world, so he ordered it to be locked up in the mountains. Then a few generals who wanted to go back to the east clamored on the spot: "Your Majesty, let's not stay here! This is not our root! Let's fight back to Yecheng. You are the Zhengshuo of the Murong family. I am afraid that the King of Wu will make a fuss." What!" "Yes! The living gods have spoken, and staying in Chang'an is also 'suicide'!" "Why stay here and manage the people's livelihood for nothing? How about setting fire to Chang'an, looting riches and returning home go!"

Go back to Yecheng, the former capital of Yan Kingdom?Easy to say!Although the Yan army took Chang'an with all their might, they were still seriously injured. It was not enough to try to gain a firm foothold and prevent Yao Qin from occupying the Guanzhong. The scheming uncle Murong Chui fought for a while!

Murong Yong saw that Ren Zhen's face was gloomy, and he was obviously impatient and about to lose his temper. He was afraid that he would immediately speak out in public and provoke public anger. In a hurry, he grabbed Ren Zhen's hand and whispered in his ear: " And whether you believe it or not, you can't turn your back for the time being - he is a living god in the eyes of those generals, you have just concentrated power, don't be too stubborn, and chill people's hearts." Breathing and flowing, the waves are warm and smoky The smell of alcohol mixed with a little bit of masculinity rushed over. Ren Zhen touched the back of his sensitive and slightly red ears, and immediately forgot about the bull-nosed extras who should have received lunch, and raised his hand and said: "Today's banquet in Changle Palace is only for celebration, we will discuss this matter later!"