I'm not Murong Chong

The matter of Fu Jian's return to Liangzhou is still a secret, and only the relevant dignitaries in the two countries know about it, so Juqu Mengxun entered Tianshui in the name of his brother, and only said that he had to return to the capital to meet Guzang on important matters. Lu Guang, even the Huben camp under Ren Zhen changed the uniforms of the Liang army, because he was afraid that the news would leak and the night attack on Longshan would recur; He must be replaced by his own subordinates. The governor of Tianshui County is different from the Juqu Nancheng who holds the military power. He is just a local official appointed by Lu Guang. The literati and old scholars don't know the inner world, but they dare not offend the wealthy Longzhou family who hold heavy soldiers. The Juqu clan had no choice but to follow their words and deeds to disturb the people. For a while, there was a lot of footsteps inside and outside the post house.

It was the first time for Juqu Mengxun to go out on errands, and he was still in his teens. He was dictating and arranging everything, making a lot of noise. Ren Zhen only felt a headache from the noise. As soon as he turned his head away, he saw Fu Jian leaving Out of the crowd, he turned around and walked back, raising his eyebrows in surprise—where is this big man going?

Then I thought about it again, people at the time often said that wealth and honor do not return home like brocade clothes walking at night.However, Fu Jian was not as good as the weak crown, so he set up an army in Tianshui, abolished the tyrant, occupied Chang'an, ascended the throne and dominated the Central Plains for [-] years. Now that he is almost young, he returns to his hometown alone, with a bright future. It is not easy to start over ?Even if Fu Jian had already prepared himself in advance, it was inevitable that he would be emotionally hurt by the scene.

However, in the past, the Overlord of Western Chu was defeated and retreated to Wujiang, and it was obvious that he could make a comeback by retreating to Jiangdong, but in the end he was short of heroic spirit.Fu Jian's current situation is not much stronger than Xiang Yu's, but judging from his recent actions, he can be called resolute and persistent.Ren Zhen was just thinking wildly, when Juqu Mengxun's voice rang out from the side: "Tuobagui! Why do you decide where the young master lives! This is the Houliang country! You should have died when you were young!" The one that is gone is Bingzhou Daiguo!"

Tuoba Gui said with a straight face: "The last general always lives near General Ren for protection. If General Juqu wants to live next to him, the last general has nothing to say, but you can't live in this wing."

Juqu Mengxun yelled: "Don't pretend to be a public servant! Since your Huben Camp has received the imperial order from Emperor Xiyan to escort the Heavenly King to the west, you should take protecting the Heavenly King as the top priority. Why do you let you just follow like a dog? Spinning behind Ren Zhen?!"

Tuobagui was taken aback for a moment, before he could justify himself, Ren Zhen pointed and said, "Tuobagui, give up this wing to General Monson." After a pause, he continued, "Come and sleep in my room, By the way, watch the night, so as not to be disturbed by idlers."

"Miscellaneous people and others" were dumbfounded, but Tuobagui couldn't help but sneered. He raised his eyes and saw that Ren Zhen was about to follow regardless of the two turning around and looking out. Ren Zhen waved his hand to stop, and whispered: "I am alone It's more convenient for people to wander around, you stay here and stare at Juqu Mengxun, this person is really annoying." He wanted to follow Fu Jian and see where he could go.

Before Tuobagui had time to persuade him any further, Ren Zhen slipped away as quickly as if the soles of his feet were oiled.

Tianshui is an important town in Xiliang, with a circumference of 36 miles. The East Street, West Street, South Street, and North Street run through four city gates. Chengfang is divided and arranged, which is quite a bit of the old style of Chang'an.

Fu Jian's head was as big as a bucket and his eyes and ears were sharp. Ren Zhen didn't dare to get too close to the ground, so he fell behind and followed through the streets and alleys. What he saw and heard was really different. Dark-eyed, brown-haired, blue-eyed people from the Western Regions come and go frequently.If you want to come to the Central Plains to suffer from the war, it is better to live in the densely populated and prosperous Xiliang frontier, which is closed to the outside world. It is strange that Lu Guang wanted to dream of a closed-door emperor as soon as he occupied Liangzhou.Ren Zhen was fresh for a while, kept looking left and right, and suddenly raised his eyes and saw Fu Jian turning into an alley far away. But I saw that it was a dead end, but there was no one in it.It's strange, even if he knows the way here, can he still fly into the sky and escape from the ground?Ren Zhen turned sideways and walked in step by step, and after a while, he saw a temple on the side of the alley. It didn't look like the Buddhist temples that were common along the street just now. Grey, with three big characters "Mawang Temple" written on the plaque.

Ren Zhen knew that Daoism was not as strong as the Han Dynasty and the Three Kingdoms, and Buddhism was spreading eastward, and Liangzhou was located in the Western Regions, so there were many believers in Buddhism, and most of the Taoist temples were deserted, but who was the "Mawang Temple" dedicated to?He had never heard of such a god in Taoism, so he couldn't help being curious, and walked inside.Maybe it’s been a long time since I’ve seen the sun, the inside of the hall was so dark that I couldn’t see clearly, I just took a few steps closer to see a painted sculpture above the altar, covered in armor, dressed as a general, holding a golden gun with a tiger’s head, and a beast with a lion helmet. The face is like a crown jade, the eyes are like shooting stars, the body of a tiger and the arms of ape, and the belly of a wolf.Although it seems to be a long time ago, the paint is peeling off, and it looks a bit mottled and dilapidated, but it can be vaguely seen that the exquisite and vivid when it was newly built.Ren Zhen was looking at the statue with squinted eyes, when he suddenly heard a voice: "Follow me all the way, what's the matter?" Ren Zhen was slightly taken aback, and quickly followed the sound. He bowed his head, closed his eyes and folded his palms together, looking very devout.

"Who's coming with you? I'm just wandering around - who made the king of heaven big and eye-catching, and I was guided here by following the road signs without knowing it." Ren Zhen curled his lips and couldn't help but mocked: " People in the world say that heavenly kings are very respectful to Buddha, and they really worship gods when they see gods——I should learn more."

Fu Jian got up slowly and turned to Ren Zhen: "Do you know who is offering here?"

Ren Zhen said stubbornly: "I was wandering around, entering temples whenever I saw them, and worshiping gods when I saw them. Haven't you heard that if you worship more gods, you will be blessed by gods? Don't care about the gods, let's talk about it after worshiping. I saw that there was no incense in the temple for a long time Now, if this god is empty and lonely and sees believers and then appears when he is excited, then I have earned it!" Fu Jian seemed to be unable to restrain his laughter, but he still held back the twitching corners of his mouth, coughed lightly, and raised his hand to caress The tiger-headed golden spear held by the god statue carefully brushed off the dust on it, glanced at Ren Zhen and said, "This offering is neither a god nor an immortal, but Ma Chao, a hussar general of the Shu Han, who led Liangzhou as a herdsman and guarded the west all his life." Liang, Jue paid homage to the Marquis of the Township, and later generations passed on falsehoods, so he became the 'Prince of Horse'."

Ren Zhen was taken aback, and then punched excitedly: "Is it 'Jin Ma Chao'? One of the five tiger generals, he is awesome, and he is known as the supernatural general!" Just kidding, he didn't play games for nothing in his previous life. Romance of the Three Kingdoms I'm afraid it's the only masterpiece he's read!

Fu Jian was taken aback: "The five tiger generals are real, but this mighty general is unheard of." Ren Zhen blinked, knowing that Luo Guanzhong's writing of doujinshi was unreliable again, so he hurriedly laughed and said, "He is an important minister of the Shu Han. The people under the rule set up a shrine to commemorate, which shows that they have a good reputation, why is the incense so low now?"

Fu Jian twitched his lips: "Important minister? Because he is the son of Ma Teng and was born as a general, he is full of martial arts and full of ambitions. In Emperor Zhaolie's heart, he can't compare with Guan and Zhang. In the later period, Zhuge Liang assisted the government, and he couldn't compare with Zhao Zilong. He was sent far away to guard the border in Xiliang, so it can be said that he will not be reused for the rest of his life. Among the five tiger generals, Gan will accompany him to the last place. He died early, so he was depressed because of it." After a pause, he sighed slightly, "Now the dynasties have changed many times, Who still has the heart to enshrine a former military general who would not be rich in the next life and can't bear the pain of this life? My father also repaired it when he was a vassal king. "

After Ren Zhen heard this, his heart moved, and he suddenly thought of something: "...you used to lament Ma Chao's encounters in the past, so after you ascended the throne, although you attacked everywhere, you have always treated the surrendered general with courtesy, used your talents according to your ability, and never let him go. Undoubtedly, I always thought that they should be like Ma Chao, who would be grateful to repay the monarch and his ministers, but who knows..."

Fu Jian still smiled, but added a bit of loneliness: "Back then, Wang Meng once advised me that 'a surrenderer should not be trusted a hundred times if he is unfaithful', but I always didn't take it seriously at that time—after all, he was still arrogant and arrogant. It's gone." The two were silent for a moment, and Fu Jian suddenly turned his head to look at Ren Zhen and nodded, "Isn't the most insignificant surrender now in front of you? When you were let out of the palace to be the prefect of Pingyang, who would have expected that?" A few years later, will you have the ability to "gather all feathers in Chang'an" and destroy our Great Qin Kingdom?"

Ren Zhen's nose was crooked in anger - he knew that he was not Murong Chong, yet he still taunted him - it was clear that Fu Jian was at fault for that incident back then, but now the perpetrator dares to mention it!Following his heartbeat, he made a sudden attack, and rushed towards Fu Jian's face as quickly as lightning. Fu Jian was prepared, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Ren Zhen's wrist, and said in a deep voice: "It turned out that I made a mistake last time. Don't be angry. You are fundamentally different from Murong...Murong Chong."

Ren Zhen was stunned when he heard the words, but after a while he came back to his senses, he broke free from the restraint, and elbowed Fu Jian with his backhand, which hit Fu Jian's weakness, but he refused to let him suffer, Ren Zhen hurriedly let go of most of his strength, and stopped When he got up, he glared fiercely at Fu Jian, but he was not sullen, and seemed to be smiling a little, so Ren Zhen felt bored, as if he had been punched in cotton with his fist, and he was bored.

But he couldn't hold back his breath and deliberately said satirically: "The king of heaven admires Ma Chao, but I think that when it comes to military generals in ancient and modern times, only Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is a true hero! If you are willing to cross Jiangdong, you will slay yourself in Wujiang River, and you will be famous forever!"

Fu Jian is so smart, of course he heard his implication, but he still didn't turn his face, just listened to him quietly. Disapprovingly, he said again: "'You should be a hero in life, and you should be a ghost in death'. Although the country is subjugated, this life is not in vain, what does the king of heaven think?"

Fu Jian snorted, stretched out his hand to gather up a handful of dust and mud on the altar table in front of Ma Chao's altar, took a handful of soil as an incense stick, and bowed his hands together eleven times, saying: "You can't learn from him if you want to gain fame - don't you also feel the same way in your heart?" Want to?"

Ren Zhen was at a loss for words for a moment——Fu Jian already understood what he meant, so it would be meaningless for him to speak quickly.

Fu Jian jumped up, and said with his arms folded: "It's time to go back. In case they find it again." Ren Zhen nodded, and the two left the temple one after another, but they were bumped head-on by a figure, and Fu Jian laughed afterward. In the sound, he helped the person who came to see him, but he was a local child, dressed as a Di nationality, with a shaved scalp and a small braid drawn from the top of his head and dragged behind his head.Surrounded by three or five and a half older children, all of whom were barbarians, the leader clapped his hands and laughed and said, "Play the game well, why are you running away! You bastard!" The chased child turned around angrily and cursed: "You insult people! What are you talking about! "

The leading child clasped his arms around his chest and shouted: "When did you insult you? Since you lost, you should be punished as a horse!" The child was furious: "I didn't lose, why should I be a horse!"

"Why can't you! You Di people love you the most! Not a single hero!"

"Who said that! Who in Tianshui doesn't know that King Fu Tian is the most heroic!"

"Come on! He has been wiped out of the country long ago, and he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. He is not as good as us Huns! What a hero!"

Ren Zhen glanced at Fu Jian, knelt down maliciously, hugged the shoulders of the Di tribe child who was holding back tears and asked, "What's the matter with you?" The child said angrily, "We used to play sheepskin drums together. They can't afford to lose, so they play tricks, I argued a few words, and they all attacked me! Also, they called me a cheap horse slave!"

The child on the opposite side immediately shouted: "Didn't you Di people have been herding horses in Liangzhou for a living?! What is it if you are not a horse slave?! A few years ago, you Fu Tianwang gained power, but you didn't move you native-born old Di people. Go to Guanzhong to enjoy the blessings, and still raise horses in the desolate land!"

Ren Zhen raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise—it is said that Hu and Han do not get along. It seems that the racial discrimination among the five Hus is serious enough, probably because of the continuous annexation wars of various ethnic groups and countries over the past few decades, and the defeated The most common fate of a family is to be massacred, so how can they not hate each other?

The scolded child twisted his face and roared with wet eyes: "Yes! The king of heaven is from Di, but he treats us the same as you! We can't move to Guanzhong because it is already full of Qiang people, Xianbei people and Huns! In the end, you will only bite back! You are ungrateful and low-spirited bastards!"

When Fu Jian heard this, he stretched out his hand and stopped the children from talking.He conveniently pulled the child behind him, and said in a deep voice, "Children's words are free. It's just a joke, and it's not worth arguing like this." His voice was not loud, but he was very powerful, invisible to make everyone obey orders and silence .Fu Jian thought for a while, and said softly: "Since you can't tell the winners and losers playing sheepskin drums, then let me play a part for you?"

Ren Zhen didn't expect him to say these words at all, an emperor—well, although he was outdated—wanted to perform in the street—well, the average age of the audience was only ten years old.He stared dumbfounded at Fu Jian taking the sheepskin drum from the child's arms, sat down on a step with a calm expression, shook it first to test the feel of the hand, and said with a smile: "It's made of good leather—good." Drums." The child became complacent again: "Abba made it for me! I played it since I was a child!"

The sheepskin drum originally originated in Liangzhou and flourished in Tianshui. It is practiced by the Wuhu people, especially the children of the Di people. There is also a custom of making drums made of heavy gold and passed down from generation to generation.Ren Zhen looked intently, and saw that the big tambourine with a round drum surface was sewn with old sheepskin on both sides. Because it was often beaten by toys, the skin was dark and oily; the drum frame and handle were made of animal bones. , there is a decorative ring at the end of the handle, and several copper coins are strung in the ring. The overall decoration is not luxurious, but it reveals a calm and heavy atmosphere.

Fu Jian took the drum, held the handle in his left hand and beat the drum with his right hand. "Boom, boom" tried to hit the drum a few times. Ren Zhen teased: "Don't get out of tune, or I won't reward you—" Before he finished speaking, Suddenly Fu Jian's fingers were moving, jumping up and down on the drum surface, bursting out an intense music sound like flowing clouds and flowing water.The child clapped his hands in surprise and said: "This is the 'four o'clock red' style of play!" The drumbeats followed the trend and became denser and faster, like a thunderbolt and a wolf rushing to the grave, adding a bit of chilling to the gold and iron horse.Immediately, someone exclaimed: "Suddenly changed to 'Twelve Flowers'! What a powerful fingering!" The rest of the people seemed to be stunned, and no one made a noise in the circle, and they were all fascinated.

Fu Jian didn't seem to take it seriously, he closed his eyes, and the five fingers of his right hand flew up and down as if enlightened, and the high-pitched melody in the sound of "boom, boom" drumming and "cha, cha" ringing suddenly pierced through the clouds. Exciting, suddenly sobbing in the dark like weeping; enthusiastic and rough but also desolate and desolate, all kinds of emotions and thousands of changes are accumulated during the period, until the end of the song, the audience is silent for a while.

With the last strong trembling sound, the drum sound stopped abruptly.He opened his eyes, handed back the trembling sheepskin drum, and said with a faint smile: "How well the sheepskin drum is played has nothing to do with the nationality. The five Hus are equal, and there is no distinction between good and bad. Di people, Qiang people, Han people The distinction between the Huns and the Xianbei is only in one's own mind." If there is no resentment in the heart, there will be no racial discrimination, and the only thing to do is to conquer the country and kill the country.It's a pity that he has been trying to integrate the Five Hus for more than ten years, and he did not hesitate to move the people of other races into the rich and prosperous Guan Taian to live for a long time. Who knows that after the Feishui War, it was the aliens who stayed in Guanzhong who rebelled one after another, like sparks and prairie fires, and it was difficult to deal with it. , All of a sudden overthrew his Great Qin Empire.

Seeing his expression, Ren Zhen knew that he was thinking of all the past. When the crowd dispersed, he stepped forward and sat down beside him, and said with a soft smile, "Yo, you know this? Can't you see?"

Fu Jian didn't know that he was changing the subject, but he continued with the trend: "When Emperor Xian was in power at the end of the Han Dynasty, our Fu family was not Fu at all. The old surname of the Di people was 'Pu' (Note 1), and our ancestors lived in Tianshuilue. The Yang generation made a living playing sheepskin drums, and later the world was in chaos, and the ancestors joined the army to fight, and gradually built a foundation in Longxi—this craft has never been lost, and it has been passed down from generation to generation, so I will know it.”

Ren Zhen clapped his hands and said, "That's good. If you really can't get along, you can set up a stall on the street to sell art, and I can help you yell a few words-I'm the best!"

Fu Jian laughed and said, "You still want to help the market?" Ren Zhen curled his lips and said, "Isn't it just shouting, 'If you have money, make a money market, and if you don't have money, go home and withdraw money, then come to make a money market.' What's the matter?" Difficult?" Fu Jian laughed loudly when he heard the words, wiped his tears and pointed to the tip of his nose and said, "I'm talking nonsense, do you take it seriously? After Cao Cao broke Hanzhong, he moved our soldiers and horses to Longxi to guard the border. The clan has always been the head of a chieftain, my ancestor Puhong first attached himself to Zhao Shile, and then he became more and more powerful and then he joined forces to rule Longxi, otherwise how can we rule the roost in troubled times?"

Ren Zhen pulled his face, bared his teeth, and said with staring eyes: "I'm talking nonsense too, don't you believe it too?" Fu Jianxin pointed his finger: "You really don't want to take any verbal disadvantages. That's all. I was a generation older than you, so I shouldn't have bickered with my nephews."

The more Ren Zhen thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. After a while, he said angrily: "You are taking advantage of me!"

Fu Jian jumped up, laughed loudly and said, "Let's go. It's time to go back."

Ren Zhen saw that it was getting late, so he followed suit.He raised his head slightly behind him, and looked at Fu Jian's back without saying a word—this Fu Jian was more cautious when he was just released from Xinping and placed under house arrest in Chang'an. As time goes by, the future is still uncertain, but he is like a dragon returning to the abyss, his momentum is getting stronger and stronger, Rong Chong is not surprised and angry, and the fatigue and confusion at the beginning are all gone. Ren Zhen can almost think of him when he won the championship. What a style it is to throw the whip and cut off the flow in the Central Plains.

Note 1: According to unofficial history, there is a four-character birthmark on Fu Jian's back, "Cao Fu is the king". His ancestor Pu Hong thought it auspicious, so he changed his surname to Fu.