I'm not Murong Chong

Let's talk about Chang'an City, although there are many disturbances, but the Xianbei people took Guanzhong and occupied Chang'an after all. After all, they have a winner's mentality, and it is approaching the New Year's Day, so everyone is very happy, and there is only one person inside and outside Weiyang Palace who should be depressed.

Yang Ding opened the tent and came in. Seeing that there was still no servant left in the room, he didn't dare to say anything more, put down the food box in his hand, and said softly: "Heavenly King."

Fu Jian turned around and waved his hand casually, signaling for him to change his address.After Murong Chong succeeded in robbery and rescue, he hid his officials and placed him in the barracks in the west of the city. He had his own considerations—although he wanted to cooperate with Fu Jian, but if he really brought Fu Jian back to Weiyang Palace, he would come and go. There will always be that former Qin surrendered minister who will meet, and will leak the news when he is embarrassed, so he is quietly hidden in a newly established recruit camp, and the soldiers are all recruits recruited from various places after the war Yazi, no one would recognize that the tall man who asked them to "protect" him was the great Emperor Fu Jian who once ruled the world.Of course, even if Fu Jian wanted to run away, it was not so easy for him to get past the siege and surveillance.Yang Dingwen said that he begged for the job of "supervisor" because he wanted to take good care of him and avoid humiliation.Ren Zhen trusted Yang Ding quite a bit, agreed and at the same time simply sealed off the post of leading general and entrusted him with all matters concerning the new barracks.Because tonight's New Year's Eve, Yang Ding didn't dare to be negligent, packed up the good table and delivered it in person, and wanted to kneel down and kowtow to pay his respects, but Fu Jian blocked it, and said casually: "It's not what it used to be, so there's no need for it." Yang Ding looked up and saw that Fu Jian had changed into a Xianbei-style martial robe without a crown, and just braided his long hair like an ordinary barbarian and left it behind him in a mess. He had no choice but to hide it and said: "Weiyang Palace has a big banquet tonight, and the officials will leave the palace halfway after receiving the meal to visit the king of heaven."

"Have a heart." Fu Jian sat cross-legged, watching Yang Ding take out one after another food from it, and without hesitation, he picked up a white flour steamed bun dipped in beef sauce and took a big bite.Yang Ding saw that he lowered his head and just chewed in a hurry in silence, but only ate the most filling pasta and meat, and didn't touch anything next to it. Just as he was about to speak, Fu Jian raised his hand to stop him, as if predicting something. Pushing a large bowl of beef in front of him, he said vaguely: "Sit down, you can join me. There is no such thing as a 'king of heaven' here. Don't worry too much, I am a survivor of the catastrophe. It’s too much to pay attention to. What I wish now is to take care of my body as soon as possible, and then plan for a great future.”

"But after all, you have been wronged... you have to suffer such a humiliation that you can't afford to die." Yang Ding thought that there was a reason for this grievance, and he couldn't help feeling a little bit ashamed.

Fu Jian swept away the staple food in front of him, wiped his mouth for the last time, hiccupped slightly, and then looked up at Yang Ding.He has not been so full for a long time. In the past years, he was the lord of Weiyang Palace, so he never tires of food, but occasionally he has an appetite. If he does not pick up a few chopsticks, there will be important military and political affairs to interrupt him. . "I really thought about suicide—I had no hope of surviving in the Xinping Buddhist Temple, and I didn't want to follow Yao Chang's villainous intentions, so I once thought about it. So you brought the soldiers in and the first sentence I said to you , that is, 'If you still have a little affection for a monarch and minister, kill me', they are all sincere words." At this point, he smiled slightly, but his eyes were full of desolation, "At that time, I thought that it would fall into Murong Chong's hands. I don’t know how much humiliation I’ve suffered, so it’s better to die with dignity. But now, since life is over again, I... can’t afford to die. Yang Ding, I’m not a real hero, and I can’t afford to be the Overlord of Chu.”

Xiang Yu couldn't create the prosperity he once had in Jianyuan, and he couldn't achieve his ultimate Wujiang suicide.

Yang Ding didn't dare to answer, so he had to think of some other words to comfort him: "I heard that His Royal Highness has fled to Jiankang, and the Xie family treated him kindly, and even granted him a title..." Fu Jian nodded casually. It was strange to say that when he fled to Chang'an in embarrassment, all he thought about was how to keep Fu Hong and continue the last bloodline of his royal family, but now he heard it again after thousands of mountains and rivers. This news, he felt like a world away, neither happy nor sad.

Yang Ding is an upright and straightforward person, and he didn't have enough to eat in Gongzhongyuan just now - he is a guest general, and he is not the same as the generals of the Murong family in Xianbei.At this moment, he also took a seat opposite as promised, and for a moment only the sound of two men chewing was heard in the small military tent, and it was Fu Jian who said first: "It's a pity that there is meat but no wine." Yang Ding was eager to say— —He is fond of drinking, so he immediately dug out two large bowls and drank a pot of yellow soup. He really forgot Fu Jian's status as the "Heavenly King", and stopped being careful with him, and started to mess around chat.Fu Jian and his monarch and ministers have been separated for many years, but it is not very common. This time, it is the first time that they talk about the same generation as friends, which is also new.The two chatted while drinking, and they somehow talked about martial arts. Wherever Yang Dingxing came, he was determined to play a trick in front of Fu Jian.

The Yang family of Qiuchi also used martial arts to establish their country back then, so they have their own set of family martial arts, which is different from the Fang Tianji that Yang Ding usually used when he was on the battlefield. It is also meant to ask for advice and learn from it.

Fu Jian first just looked at it cross-legged and cross-chested. He is an expert, and within a few rounds, he saw that Yang Ding was spending all his money and had no secrets. The most important thing is the inheritance of family education, even if there is no understanding between the descendants and concubines, who knows that Yang Ding is so sincere and upright, that he really tried his best to ask him to "correct" him.Fu Jian didn't want to be negligent at the moment, he saw a gap, picked up a wooden chopstick from the desk, rubbed his body, and stabbed Yang Ding straight in the face!

Yang Ding was startled when he heard the wind in his ears, and realized that there was a small opening in front of him at some point, so he quickly blocked it.Fu Jian is a burly man, taller than Yang Ding in terms of stature, at this moment he is holding a small wooden chopsticks and pointing at the light of the sword, he is so swift and nimble, he can always be seen by Yang Ding. The dancing in the wind provokes a breakthrough.But seeing the wind swaying in the room, not long after, the two of them have disassembled nearly a hundred moves, and their breathing became heavy at the same time, but Yang Ding, who is a rare opponent in his life, is already obsessed with this at this moment, how can he give up so easily, The stronger the force and the more urgent the momentum, the more dizzying the white light of the dagger danced. Fu Jian was also afraid that he would not be able to hold it for long, so he used a clever trick to grab the dagger in Yang Ding's hand with a small grasping hand. Looking around, at this moment, he instinctively turned his hand to the side, and met Fu Jian's fleshy palm with a blade that pierced thunder and ice. What a sin!In desperation, he hurriedly returned the dagger and stood up, using too much force, the tip of the blade went straight towards his shoulder blade!

Fu Jian followed his heart with his right hand, inserted the wooden chopsticks into the mouth of Yang Ding's dagger with a whoosh, and picked it up, but saw a flash of white light, and the dagger flew more than ten feet away. At the same time, Yang Ding The empty fist held by Ding Xuxu had already slammed into his shoulder!

Yang Dingwei staggered slightly, still in shock, with cold sweat on his forehead - if Fu Jian stopped him, he would probably hurt himself, what a shame!At this time, he glanced at Fu Jian with some gratitude, saw that he was also panting, and said in a deep voice: "An inch is short and an inch is dangerous, don't you understand? Martial arts competition is not about fighting on the battlefield, it is not about injuring the enemy and destroying yourself." Eight hundred."

Yang Ding's face was blushing. He usually fights immediately, relying on his bravery, he never defends when he is open and close, and always takes killing the enemy as the first priority. He does have some impetuosity, and his shortcomings are revealed when he fights alone .Just as he was about to thank Fu Jian, he suddenly heard applause from outside the tent. Both of them were surprised. They followed the sound and saw Murong Chong, who was dressed in sable fur, lift up the tent and was busy shaking off the falling snow from his shoulders, then He smiled self-consciously, "Good skill." Pointing to Fu Jian again, he praised: "En, the sword is indeed not old!"

This exaggeration is very unpleasant.Yang Ding was a little dumbfounded, and secretly glanced at Shi Yigui, who followed closely behind. The other party also looked ignorant, and shook his head at him—this was the first time since Murong Xianbei took over Chang'an. During the festival, the Weiyang Palace is full of hustle and bustle, who knows that the master will come here suddenly and silently.He couldn't help but secretly glanced at Fu Jian and then at Murong Chong, fearing that these two wrongdoers from previous lives would suddenly make a bloody mess.

"The emperor is not in the palace for the holidays, so he came here in the freezing weather, what's the matter?" Fu Jian calmly opened his mouth to break the dullness, Ren Zhen let out a hi, and pointed at Yang Ding naturally: "I'm looking at you." Seeing him sneaking out to start a small stove, I followed him~ The palace is very noisy, why don't you bother—how about watching the New Year together tonight?"

The two people on the opposite side fell silent again—they didn't believe that Murong Chong would leave a large group of people to celebrate the festival with them for no reason.

A large stove was fired in the tent, and the cowhide felts blocked the cold wind and snow outside the tent tightly, so the warmth was pleasant.Ren Zhen came here after drinking some wine, and now he was feverish on the ground. He tore off the tie around his neck, threw the heavy cloak to Shi Yigui who had been accompanying him all the time, and went to bed cross-legged in a calm manner. The conductor said: "Sit down, do you all sit down?"

Fu Jian sat down slowly, and faced him - Yang Ding and Shi Yigui still didn't move, they didn't get so dizzy that they forgot each other's identities.

Ren Zhen had already stretched his neck to look at the leftovers from the case: "I'm still hungry, is there anything left?"

Yang Ding was shocked, and hurriedly opened his hands to cover a table of cold noodles and frozen meat: "If the emperor is hungry, you should ask the fast horse in the palace to send another table of noodles. These are all cold and hard food, how can there be anything to eat?" ?”

Ren Zhen patted his hand away, tilted his head and said with a smile: "Why are you so stingy? What good things are still hidden, and you can't bear to take a piece of my pie." Fu Jian listened with interest, and felt that Murong Chong didn't want to see In the past, the emperor and his ministers had frequent exchanges, so he said at this moment: "If the emperor doesn't mind the leftovers being treated coldly, you can sit at the table."

"The leftovers?" Ren Zhen smiled again, and shook his finger, "You guys are reckless..."

After a while, I saw a thin-walled brass utensil set up on the table, like a pot or a stove, emitting faint smoke, something that no one has ever seen before.

Yang Ding spoke quickly, wondering: "What is this? Why is there still burning charcoal under this pot?"

"Of course it is to boil the water~" Ren Zhen stirred the half-frozen white soup in the pot with his chopsticks, and said triumphantly: "This is called a hot pot. I specially ordered someone to make it according to the pattern. It’s a famous dish in my hometown! Waiting for the soup to boil, put the fresh sliced ​​raw beef and mutton into the pot and eat it while it’s hot~ Tsk, it’s hot and delicious, very delicious, it’s the most seasonal dish in midwinter ! En~ I get greedy when I think about it~" He was still thinking about it, but when he saw the other three people watching him calmly, he felt a little embarrassed, and said with a straight face: "What's the matter, don't you believe it?"

Murong Chong was born in Ye City, no one here knows, not to mention Ye City, even the entire Qianyan Empire, there is nothing like this.And just now when Murong Chong made the soup base, he first put milk into the soup, and then seasoned it with heavy ingredients such as onion, ginger, garlic and pepper, which is unheard of, and he doesn't know what taste will be hit in the end.Fu Jian just looked at it calmly, and thought to himself, this bastard with Murong Chong's appearance never played cards according to the rules, and he didn't know what he was going to come up with this time.

He didn't speak, and the other two didn't talk to each other, they all felt that they were messing around.

After a while, the white soup boiled, and Ren Zhen scrupulously picked up the frozen frosty white fresh meat slices to rinse them off in person, and then greeted everyone: "It's better to be alone than to be happy together, let's get up chopsticks together~" Yang Ding is a rough man, and I don't want Murong Chong to waste his painstaking efforts. Hearing this, he can eat whatever he wants. He can eat raw meat, so why are he afraid of this?He was the first to pick up the chopsticks and put a piece into his mouth.Everyone saw him spitting it out in a hurry as soon as he closed his mouth, wheezing and clicking his tongue, and they all felt sympathy for him.Unexpectedly, Yang Ding breathed white air for a long time, then picked up the meat and put it back into his mouth, chewing while mumbled: "It's... delicious."

Shi Yigui couldn't help but taste a piece of it, he felt hot and fat - after the smell of beef and sheep was processed by the spices, it became fresh and delicious with the heat, and the meat juice splashed in his mouth when he ate it Afterwards, the rich layer of spicy flavor surges along with the sweet and meaty aroma, which makes the index finger move and enjoy.

Now even Fu Jian's heart was moved, Ren Zhen curled his lips triumphantly and said: "In terms of food, I am Dugu seeking defeat!" If possible, he would also like to open Haidilao in Chang'an!Everyone at the table was engrossed in munching, and no one cared who Dugu Qiubai was. After bragging for a while, Ren Zhen saw that no one was interested, so he quickly picked up his chopsticks and joined the battle group—no matter what the nonsense, he couldn’t even grab the soup base .

Within a short while, the four big men wiped out all the meat on the case, and came to a thorough cleaning of the discs, before each of them stopped fighting.Ren Zhen leaned back, supported his round belly with both hands, squinted his eyes and said: "If you are full and have a beer belly, how about a sideshow?" He raised his chin and pointed at Shi Yigui: "Can you two here?" They are all masters of martial arts, you are lucky, why don't you take this opportunity to ask Fu Tianwang for advice?"

"Yes!" Shi Yigui immediately turned over and knelt down, took out a short sword from the side of his boots, and raised his voice to agree, "The last general is not good at martial arts, so he will perform a sword dance to entertain guests, please enlighten me!"

Yang Ding's eyebrows twitched, and he quickly got up and clasped his fists: "Dancing solo is boring, please allow the emperor to dance with me!"

The silly big man is quite clever at this time.Ren Zhen glanced at Yang Ding with a half-smile, and nodded slightly: "Yes."

So once again swords and swords appeared in the dark and turbulent cowhide tent. Amidst the sonorous and violent sound of swords and axes, Fu Jian turned slightly to the side and twitched the corner of his mouth: "... Hongmen Banquet?"

Ren Zhen raised his chopsticks and shook his chopsticks: "Heavenly King is careful. Even if this is a banquet, there is no good banquet, you and I, who is Liu Bang and who is Xiang Yu?"

Fu Jian was at a loss for words for a while, knowing that he was mocking him now that he was alone and his future was uncertain, but he had to rely on the hands of the enemy who destroyed the country to plan for the future. Occupying Xianyang, Liu Bang, one of the princes who was willing to be depressed for the sake of a big plan, endured humiliation.But at this moment, his state of mind was already worn out, calm as water, and he couldn't change his mind. He turned around and said: "I was the one who made a slip of the tongue. The emperor also made a slip of the tongue—how can the king of heaven come from here?"

Ren Zhen laughed: "That's right, you and I are partners, we can barely be regarded as colleagues, and who is Fu Jian, King Fu Tian, ​​who would sit here drinking and eating meat with his enemy?"

Fu Jian was countered by his eloquent tongue, so he immediately turned his head away and decided to remain silent - he was not used to bickering like this.But he thought to himself, Fenghuang'er or Murong Chong in the past, although bloodthirsty, ruthless, mean and vengeful, he was always dull and taciturn, how could he be so sharp-tongued?

Ren Zhen watched the two people in front of the case coming and going, fisting and kicking like wind, while suppressing his voice, he said: "It's not appropriate to call you the king of heaven, so I can call you by another name to deceive people's eyes and ears?" He thought about it seriously Thinking about it, he turned his face and slightly raised his lips and said: "Call you... Fu Datou?" Then he nodded deeply, and called out affectionately: "Datou!"

"..." Fu Jian has a standard appearance of a barbarian, with a tall figure and profound features. His head is indeed a circle larger than the tall and tall Murong Chong. The elders called this little prince who was entrusted outside by the nickname "big head".But ten or twenty years later, who would dare to call it that?

Although the two people in front of the competition are you coming and going, they are actually just making a false move and going through the motions. All eyes and ears are paying attention to this side, and they are all stunned when they hear this. After all, Shi Yigui is still a boy At this moment, he sneaked a glance at Fu Jian, who was as big as a bucket, and couldn't help but chuckle.

Fu Jian's face was filled with embarrassment immediately. He thought that he had died and turned around this time to be calm, but he was so angry that he almost ran away, and immediately suspected that the "Murong Chong" in front of him must have found out about this shameful nickname somewhere. Came here to mock him.

When Shi Yigui smiled, Yang Ding couldn't pretend anymore, he put away his dagger and stood up, glanced at Fu Jian and quickly turned his head away - he didn't dare to laugh, so he endured it very hard.