Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

The jade crown is high, and the plain clothes are independent in front of the horse, and there is a sense of independence from the world in a trance.

This is Fu Jian's last memory of Murong Chong. Standing on the tower, he watched the docile young man in his arms turn around and get on the horse without looking back, and saw that his back was straight even on the horse. Among so many people, Fu Jian could still see him at a glance, even from his back.

Fu Jian has always known that he is lonely, but he has never felt so clearly that when he is in the crowd, his coldness is like an invisible barrier that distinguishes him from others so clearly.Maybe when he was with himself, there were few other people present. He also likes to be quiet. He had never attended so many banquets in the palace. He just stayed there quietly, with himself, so he didn't even realize it. There is such a big difference between him and others.

After standing for a long time, the sky was getting dark, and the cold young man had long since disappeared, so Fu Jian turned around slowly, and walked back to the palace that didn't know what was missing step by step.

A group of people followed Fu Jian carefully and waited on them. They all knew that the king was in a bad mood today, so they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Jing Lue is going to remonstrate with me again today, and I'm so dazed." Fu Jian had just stepped into the study when he saw Wang Meng standing sideways, and said casually while walking beside him.

"I dare not." Wang Meng quickly knelt down and replied.

This time Fu Jian didn't let him get up, walked to the table and quietly stared at Wang Meng's drooping head.Left and right today, he is not happy. No one understands the reason better than his confidant, so he also wanted to let himself out a little bit, so he said coldly: "Don't dare? The world only knows that their monarch is extremely weak. Obey the words of the courtiers. What is Jing Lue afraid to do? You might as well tell me and let me listen."

"Everything I do is for the king's kindness, for the great Qin world."

"So what I do is not for the great Qin world?" Fu Jian asked coldly.

"The king is the monarch, different from the ministers and the people..."

"Forget it, everyone is gone, is Jing Lue planning to reprimand me again?" Fu Jian interrupted Wang Meng's words helplessly, sat back in the chair tiredly, sighed, and continued: "I am not feeling well today, Tuoba The battle will be discussed tomorrow, let’s stop here today.”

Wang Meng didn't speak any more, kowtowed lightly and retreated.

Fu Jian sat slumped in the chair, and had to control his desire to order Murong Chong to be brought back again and again.For a moment, he himself was a little surprised that he had taken Murong Chongyi so seriously, and his self-proclaimed superior control obviously couldn't prevent him from recalling all the things that happened when Murong Chong was still by his side.

I was restless, but the only person I could sue didn't know where he was at this time.

But at this time Murong Chong felt very relaxed. It had been three years, three full years, and he had finally escaped from a darkness. After that, no matter how difficult it was, he would always be able to walk on.

For Murong Chong, the excitement of leaving the palace far outweighed the fatigue of the days of traveling.But he could bear it, but the attendants who followed him couldn't bear it.

After finally arriving at another post station, seeing that Murong Chong didn't have the slightest intention to stop, a group of people behind hurriedly rushed to him and stopped him: "My lord, we have been driving for three days in a row, and there is basically no rest during the day. However, the brothers are almost unable to hold on, let's take a rest."

Murong Chong glanced around quietly, only to realize that he was so anxious these days that he forgot to consider other people's existence for a while, so he got off his horse and said, "I was negligent for a while, then let's rest for a while, and we will meet again at noon." Set off."

As soon as the words fell, those people rushed into the shade and shouted for tea.

Murong Chong shook his head helplessly, Fu Jian was careful, the attendants for him were all from the Xianbei tribe, and they were still young, so they didn't know much about the affairs of the palace, otherwise Murong Chong would rather go on the road alone than be looked at by others along the way .

Six people rushed over and already occupied a square table, Murong Chong couldn't squeeze in with them, so he sat aside.The older one noticed that Murong Chong was quietly sitting aside, and hastily brought a pot of tea over, saying: "This place is remote, and there is only this rough tea, my lord will be ready?"

Seeing that Murong Chong nodded and he had nothing to say, he squeezed back into the group of children again, and several of them were eagerly discussing what they had seen and heard on the road and some news they had inquired.

Murong Chong couldn't help laughing when he heard their eager discussion, they were all just children but they all regarded themselves as adults.When they got into a heated discussion, they inevitably forgot some rules, turned around and said to Murong Chong: "My lord, you have read a lot of books, so tell us what happened on the road?"

Murong Chong was slightly taken aback: "What scene?"

The children immediately exploded: "My lord, you just hurried on your way and didn't notice anything. We don't have anything urgent to do so in such a hurry."

Murong Chong was even more stunned by his words, but when the child realized that his tone was disrespectful, he knelt down hastily and said: "What you said is that we have nothing to do. We can't let such a beautiful scenery on the road go. Tomorrow Let's not take shortcuts, and go around the city and slowly go to Pingyang."

Seeing the excitement of a group of children, Murong Chong also felt a sense of relief that he hadn't felt for a long time.Yes, I finally got rid of the biggest shackles, and for a while I forgot how to live. Chang'an is far away, but Pingyang is still a few miles away. You might as well take this road slowly.

He looked at the child and said, "Tell me about the scene you saw."

It's just that he forgot that he was not a few years older than them.