I'm not Murong Chong

These days, Murong never leaves his side. He does not leave his reading, writing, horseback riding and archery to be taught by his own hands. It is strange to say that Ren Zhen used to refuse to study hard. It's a mess, but I am quite interested in these marches and formations, and it has gradually improved recently.But seeing him, he, the fake emperor Caotou Tianzi, seemed to be going to the end.

Ren Zhen sat in front of the sand table, surrounded by Yan Jun generals on the left and right, his gleaming armor dazzled him, he was a little dizzy, his face was full of emotions——in the past 26 years of his life, what else could he do besides playing and marching and fighting? ?Formation to raise food?Even if Han Xin is reincarnated, he still has to give people some time to learn!Usually, with Murong Yong and Yao Song on the sidelines, there is nothing wrong with his own slow thinking and learning, but now he is holding a military meeting in a hurry, and there are vicious beasts on both sides. This is really love at first sight. It's good luck not to be scared to death during the meeting!

Vomit! !He smashed his head into the palms of his hands helplessly, and was about to scream: How did he know that Fu Hong, the son of Fu Jian, went out to fight in the city and defeated the Yan army? What should he do? Where to go to raise food!

"If there is no food, grab it!" Murong Yong's voice rang out.

"We have robbed the whole area of ​​Chang'an City for hundreds of miles! We don't even have a single locust!"

"We are poor, and Fu Jian, who was besieged in Chang'an, is even poorer! I heard that even Fu Jian's New Year's feast, the meat is eaten by all the people, and the generals will feed the meat to their wives and children at home. The city is already killing horses for food! We , at least they can grab food and people, isn’t it better than their situation?!” General Duan Sui glanced at Murong Yong, and Fang said slowly, “Shang Shu Ling’s words are reasonable, but Chang’an has a radius of hundreds of miles. , we’re afraid we’ll have to grab food from Dabaowu in the Guanzhong Plain.” Han Yan sneered, and although he didn’t explicitly refute his old boss Duan Sui, he said to his subordinates: “Talk to the emperor about this. How much do we lose in the days of war? Is the powerful fortress in Guanzhong easy to grab? Three to five alliances, thousands of guards, a strong city and a solid wall can't let Chang'an - our right army can't make it, why don't General Gao lead the left army to attack? ? I will give you the credit for this day!"

Gao Gai was dragged into the water for no reason, and pointed at Duan Sui: "General Duan is newly defeated, and he is in a hurry to get revenge and replenish supplies, go find him!"

Yao Song is an aide who does not lead the army. At this time, he is watching from the sidelines with his sleeves folded, and when he sees the generals arguing together, he shows his white teeth, and said crisply: "The two armies on the left and right are exhausted after all the battles. Only General Murong's The Chinese army has not been dispatched yet, so how about asking General Murong to take the lead for the emperor?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone focused their eyes on Murong Yong, and that gaze had a lot of meaning—Yao Song's light words brought everyone back to their senses. In Murong Yong's hands, there is no harm at all.Murong Yong shot Yao Song a gouged look—although this kid has repeatedly said to join forces with him, but he will stumble from time to time, and he is really hard to guard against.Duan Suina is a wealthy Xianbei family, with the highest family background among the generals. He got up first and walked to the sand table. He nodded in the north of Chang'an, on the shore of the Wei River: "Qiu Banbao has a large population, a lot of food and supplies, and the time is right. Smuggling food into Chang'an City to help Fu Jian is really a trouble for my Yan's confidant—if this fort can be destroyed, General Murong will take great credit."

Murong Yong didn't say a word, but looking around, he knew that someone else was on the verge of attacking the arrow, and he had no choice but to do so.

After the meeting, Ren Zhenfang came back to his senses: "You have to lead the troops to rob!"

"If there is no food, what should we do if we don't grab it?" Murong Yong said calmly, "Qiubanbao is the largest fort in Guanzhong. The walls are high and deep, so it is difficult to attack. Let the brothers take this opportunity to practice more and fight Chang'an in the future."

Ren Zhen was in a hurry: "Then if Qiu Bambao is captured, what will you do with them? I'm afraid they will destroy the whole family again!"

Murong Yong glanced at Ren Zhen: "Your Majesty, this is war." It is only natural to destroy the vital forces of the hostile forces at the least cost.

Ren Zhen was at a loss for words, he couldn't explain to an ancient man what humanity means: "Wars are used to support wars, and militarism can't last for a long time——you can't... you can't garrison troops to cultivate fields and raise food——"

"In the past, there was a time when soldiers were recruited to reclaim wasteland."

Ren Zhenyixi: "When?"

Murong Yong replied indifferently: "When Fu Jian was still ruling the Central Plains."

Ren Zhen was at a loss for words, it was he—it was Murong Chong who was the first to rise up after receiving the news of Fu Jian's defeat in Feishui. Since then, Qin lost its deer and the world was in chaos.

"Your Majesty, what you said is that it is feasible in peacetime, and now—?" He shook his head, Guanzhong has already been covered with thousands of miles of land, and human lives are like grass, and they are all at stake. Who will farm the land?Who will protect it?Every step Yan Jun took was stepping on countless corpses in Sansuke's land, and he couldn't hold back.Apart from looting and looting, besides fighting to support war, do their "bandits" who have become monks halfway through have other ways to gather the morale of the army to grow stronger and make a living?Murong Yong looked at Ren Zhen's expression, sighed suddenly, and changed his tone: "I don't want to slaughter the city, the emperor can rest assured. What you said about stationing troops to reclaim the fields to raise food is feasible-but we have to wait until we get off Chang'an and occupy Guanzhong before we can go back to the city." Find a way and plan slowly." Ren Zhen raised his head and didn't speak, but there was a gleam in his eyes, obviously happy.Murong Yong also smiled: "I'll just go and bring [-] cavalry, and the remaining [-] guards, A Fang, will protect the emperor—these [-] fine cavalry are the elite of Xianbei's elite, absolutely loyal to the emperor, and everything will be safe." After a pause, he continued: "It's just that Qin's army has won several small victories recently. You stayed in the palace for a long time after you were injured last time and didn't show up for a long time. Our army's morale is inevitably low. Before the expedition, I hope the emperor will go out of the city to inspect the Chinese army to comfort the army."

So Ren Zhen soon had the first opportunity to ride a horse and whip the whip for the first time in 26 years. Although he had learned the basics these days, when he saw the famous horse "Zhe Bai" with a bare body and white hooves, he was beaten by several horses. The soldier carefully led him to him. The horse was tall and majestic, snorting non-stop. It seemed to be a little irritable after being locked up for a long time. It was very different from the short-footed pony that he usually rode, so he couldn't help but get nervous.He habitually glanced at Murong Yong beside him, "I... I used to ride it?"

Murong Yong stood close to him, nodded slightly at him, and said in a low voice: "Zhebai is the most humane, just get on the horse and walk slowly."

Ren Zhen gritted his teeth, and rubbed hands and feet beside the horse—Murong Chong was already a seven-foot, 1.8-meter-tall handsome guy, but he only reached the neck of the horse. He looked up and swallowed his saliva, thinking Be timid first.Zhe Bai turned his head slightly, looked suspiciously at his former master, then took a breath, and turned his head away in disdain.

"..." Ren Zhen was furious, even a beast would look down on people!So he lay on his hands and feet on the saddle, shouted loudly, and flew up!

"emperor!"

"Be careful, Your Majesty!"

Everyone took a step forward, trying to catch Ren Zhen who fell from the horse, but after a burst of dust, Ren Zhen landed on the ground with his face on all fours in the posture of falling geese on the flat sand.

This time Zhebai didn't even breathe out, flicked his tail, and walked away leisurely.

Ren Zhen was about to go mad with anger. He waved away the crowd, spit out the mud in his mouth, rolled up his sleeves, and charged at him aggressively again. , Zhebai raised his front hooves, neighed, and was about to run wild like a wild horse with its anus off—Murong Yong was watching clearly, and at this moment he rushed forward, wrapped around the crumbling Ren Zhen with one hand, and raised his breath suddenly, Leaping up the horse, he hugged Ren Zhen tightly on the horse's back, pulled the reins hard, and shouted in a low voice: "Drive!"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, even the man and the horse ran away without a trace.Everyone in the army looked at each other, the uncle of Murong Chong's family, the left servant shot Murong Heng, since this was the first time he had seen Murong Chong since he fell off a horse and was injured last time, he couldn't help wondering: "What's the matter, Your Majesty? His riding skills Has always been crowned in the three armies."

Yao Song stood behind him, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and said with a smile: "Is the emperor still seriously injured~"

Zhebai suffered from pain and leaped for several miles before gradually dying down.Only then did Murong Yong heave a sigh of relief, and gradually let go of the hand holding the rein—only to realize that his palms were already wet with sweat.

Ren Zhen was tightly protected by him in his arms, the cold wind was blowing against his face, and he was galloping across the vast world. He couldn't help feeling excited and interesting, and wanted to tell Murong Yong not to stop, but at this moment Murong Yong happened to lower his head to talk to him, and the two of them The corner of her lips touched slightly inadvertently—dry and warm.Murong Yong was stunned for a moment, turned his head away uncomfortably, and said to him from left to right: "Zhebai has been with you for ten years, you have to be patient, it is not difficult to control." He is still very experienced, and he can be called a veteran in the field of love. Of course, he is not worried about this touch that is not even a kiss. It can be seen that Murong Yong is so nervous that he doesn't even call "Emperor", it's up to you. Pretending to be calm, he couldn't help being amused, and deliberately leaned over and said: "Really, then teach me~ how to hold the rein?" But the hand held Murong Yong's wrist instead, and slowly slid down, intertwining with his five fingers.

"Your Majesty!" Murong Yong yelled in embarrassment. Ren Zhen knew that he had come to his senses. He leaned on the horse and laughed, and saw that Murong Yong's complexion was slightly red, and his two stiff eyebrows were deeply frowned, so he quickly sat upright. Okay, he coughed: "I will study hard, I will definitely study hard." Murong Yong passed him and stroked the smooth and smooth mane of Zhebai: "Zhebai is not an ordinary car, it has spirituality. We first came out of Pingyang. At that time, the major soldiers dared to attack Pu Ban, it was the one who saved your life on the battlefield, even if you fell into a coma outside the city of Chang'an last time, it was the one who ran back to the camp and took me to rescue you."

Zhebai snored comfortably, calming down completely, Ren Zhen wondered: "You are not its owner, why does he listen to you like this?

Murong Yong's hand paused for a moment, before he said nonchalantly: "I was born as a stable boy, did your majesty forget that you picked me up next to the stables of Jinhua Palace in Chang'an."

Ren Zhen thought to himself that I am not really Murong Chong, how could I know such a past, but he still couldn't bear to be curious: "Aren't your surname Murong too! Why do you go to herd horses for others?"

Murong Yong looked at Ren Zhen's eyes with a gloomy look: "The emperor and the first emperor are both direct relatives. Even if Yan became a prisoner after the death of Yan, he still has the status of Marquis when he enters the Qin Dynasty. , you can only be reduced to the most humble servant in the palace of the capital of Qin——At that time, you were free to come and go in the palace, and you were favored by no one. Noisy and clamoring to ask—if anyone else, not to mention Jiu Yan's demoted officials or Fu Jian's parents and children, they will be punished according to the law. But Fu Jian didn't say anything and ignored the rumors, so he gave you Ma Lianwo ——" He was suddenly a little annoyed, why did he say so many hurtful things to the person in front of him, he was not Murong Chong at all, but he couldn't control it or he didn't want to control it, so he had to say it to vent.If the former Murong Chong heard him and dared to bring up the past to expose his scars, he would have pulled out his knife and slashed him in anger - he was only possessing him "no" to be so presumptuous.

Ren Zhen did not doubt him: "It seems that the 'old thief Fu Jian' treated him very well, why did he raise troops against him?"

"Very good? Is it very good that the majestic prince appointed him a concubine?!" Murong Yong's suddenly raised voice made Ren Zhen jump. Based on his usual experience, whether this is good or not has nothing to do with his status as a prince. , but this was not in his time.He thought for a while, and said: "Actually, it's just a sentence, you love me, it's none of my business—even if you didn't get favored by Fu Jian, you wouldn't be against Qin and not restoring the country?"

"..." Many words were stuck in his throat, and Murong Yong found himself unable to find words to refute the fallacies of the man in front of him, but he knew it was different. If Fu Jian hadn't recklessly trampled on his dignity back then, he would have With him, maybe it really won't come to this point.At this point, his heart was a little gray for no reason, and he looked at Ren Zhen, who still had a senseless expression on his face. He changed his expression, and said in a harmonious voice as much as possible: "Your Majesty, try to pull the rein lightly, and comfort Zhe Bai along the hair." ..."

Ren Zhen's attention was quickly attracted to riding a horse. Zhebai is a famous horse in the world, and he has been familiar with human nature for a long time. Under the protection of Murong Yong, Ren Zhen had a great time playing - this body is still in the past Murong Chong's instinctive reaction to riding and martial arts is still there, so Ren Zhen also feels a little bit of fun when he goes back and forth, but Zhebai occasionally puts his hooves down, and he will sway from side to side, and he can only hold on to his back when he is on the verge of falling. Murong Yong's wrist armor: "Hey, hey! Hold on, hehehe~ Don't let go!"

Murong Yong agreed, lightly clamping the horse's belly, and holding Ren Zhen's hand to hold the rein with one hand: "Don't be nervous, but all animals are bullying and fearing hard, if you want to control him, you can't be timid first..."

Ren Zhen acted obediently, but said to himself: "Don't let go!" After finally being able to trot the horse around, he pulled the rein excitedly, and said back, "It's not difficult to ride a horse!" Then I saw that Murong Yong had put his hands behind his back for a long time, and was looking at him with a smile. He couldn't help thinking of how he practiced riding a bicycle when he was young. At that time, his family was not very rich, and his parents had never divorced. His father was helping him to ride a bicycle in the yard. , he closed his eyes in fright and shouted "Don't let go", his father agreed, but quietly let go after a few laps, and his mother was watching with a smile...he looked at Murong with bright eyes, pretending to be tender Yong, Murong Yong was taken aback for a moment, he felt that his eyes were glowing red, as if he had been hungry for several days and suddenly saw the appearance of fat and greasy hoofs, he turned his eyes unconsciously in fright: "...don't miss the hour, or Go back quickly." After saying that, the two happened to meet their eyes again, this time the pair of hooves and the hungry ghost had a mutual understanding, and they turned their heads away in unison.