I'm not Murong Chong

It was more than half an hour when the two rode their horses back together, Murong Heng, Yao Song and the others were already anxious, so when they saw them, they went up to greet them first, and Murong Heng bowed deeply: "The emperor finally I’m back, and the soldiers outside the city are anxious to wait.” Ren Zhen knew that his two swords were late, wiped his sweat in embarrassment, and apologized to Murong Heng with a good voice: “It’s all my fault, that one ...Don't blame the emperor."

Murong Heng suddenly foamed at the mouth in shock, and wiped away his tears against the wind in fright—it's over, it's over, Murong Chong apologized to such a vicious and mean master, he must have murderous intentions, and his life is not long!Yao Song sleeved his hands and said with a smile, "General Murong Yong is by your side. If there is no delay, please let the emperor go out of the city to parade the army." He said in a low voice: "General Murong is moving fast." Murong Yong kept walking and followed closely behind, leaving only one sentence: "Young Master Yao, you and I agree on the same things, and the rest... each depends on his own ability."

There are high walls on the west, northeast and three sides of Afang City, but the south side has not been repaired since Xiang Yu burned the palace. It used to be farmland within a radius of ten miles.Murong Chong fought in Guanzhong, swept Sanqin, and stationed troops in Afang, so he deliberately repaired the Cishi Gate (Note 1) of the west city facing Chang'an, building fortifications everywhere, and regarded it as the main entrance.At the moment the city gate opened, a canopy with golden patterns came out first, Baqi Xianbei Jianer followed closely behind on a bay red horse. With the glare of red shadows and white hooves, the three armies burst into overwhelming cheers after a moment of suppressed silence!

"Long live the emperor, long live!"

"God bless Murong, God bless Dayan!"

"Qin's fate is over, establish Chang'an!"

Ren Zhen was also taken aback by the vivacious formation, but then felt a burst of excitement—in the past 20 years, has he ever seen such a magnificent military appearance in real life?He lightly clamped the horse's belly, jumped up more than ten feet in ocher white, and took the lead before rushing into the army. Wherever he ran, the soldiers bowed down like wind blowing wheat waves. Shining brightly in the pale sun!

Ren Zhen raised his hand, and the three armies bowed their heads. There was no sound for thousands of miles in the Bashang Plain, and it seemed that even the air was concentrated.He looked at the military flag with the word Swallow fluttering in the bleak wind, and suddenly felt a sense of familiarity and strangeness—if Murong Chong himself was here, what would he say and do?

"I, raised troops in Pingyang, crossed Puban, crossed Fengling, descended Tongguan, occupied Bashang, and then surrounded Chang'an. In more than a hundred battles, we all relied on our soldiers to use their lives. They were brave and not afraid of death. Today is the day! The enemy defends the city alone. We will be afraid of it!" Murong Chong drew out his saddle sword and pointed it straight to the west: "Chang'an has long been dressed in black and white, and I will be your lord!"

"Long live! Long live! Long live!"

The Yan Army's morale was low after repeated defeats, and it was only at this point that it was revived—Murong rushed to the point where the sword light pointed, and the momentum continued. The city can hear it clearly.

Murong Yong rode his horse and followed behind, watching that dazzling figure from a distance, and silently surveyed the excited and turbulent crowds all around: Murong Chong still has to be done—anyone, including himself!Xianbei's Murong is the son of the prince, who can command Dayan's army like this except Murong Chong? !

As for Ren Zhen under the backlight, because he was so far away, his face and expression could not be seen clearly, but the never-before-seen cheerful smile on the corner of his mouth gave him a dizzy sense of familiarity and familiarity all his life. shocked.

When the whole army returned to the city and had already handed in the application, Murong Yong was about to order cooking, when he heard an outside report: "Chang'an has sent an envoy!"

Ren Zhen wondered: "Qin's army has been victorious recently, why did they wipe their faces first to communicate?" Murong Yong thought for a while, and sneered: "Fu Jian is worthy of being a real emperor, he can bend and stretch - he must want to take advantage of the victory He, persuade us to return east, so that he can free up his troops to deal with Yao Chang who is entrenched in Longxi."

Ren Zhen ordered someone to make a call, but he shook his head inwardly: If Fu Jian and Murong Chong really had such a past, no matter how hard they were, they would not be able to bow their heads, but if a special envoy was sent to scold them, it seemed even more unnecessary.

While speaking, the envoy of Qin entered the room calmly. Judging by his clothes, he was an eunuch. Because he knew that the two countries would not fight the envoy, he could hold his face up and said: "The king of heaven has an edict~"

The high-pitched voice stopped abruptly, because everyone in the audience looked at him blankly and impatiently, so he could only cough, waved his hand, and ordered the attendant who followed him to hold the lacquer plate in his hand.

Ren Zhen looked at the brocade robe presented on his desk, and reached out to pick it up—it was a rare piece of silk, embroidered with dragon patterns all over the body, and the precious light flowed, but it was light and transparent. After all, it is difficult to hide the extravagance and beauty in a school of luxury, presumably it was a thing of the Qin Palace back then.Ren Zhen's heart moved, and he felt that this thing seemed quite familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.While thinking about it, the waiter said again: "Qing, I have worked hard from afar. I am afraid that I will be alone in food and clothing. I will give you a brocade robe. There are few old things to show my heart. You should remember the story of the robe that was given that day. The love is deep, why is it so beautiful?" To meet each other in battle, with swords and axes?"

For a moment everyone was dumbfounded, Murong Yong was furious and wanted to draw his sword, the rest of the people hid as much as they could, who didn't know that these words were tiger whiskers and could not be twisted easily.Ren Zhen was stunned, but he suddenly understood what Fu Jian meant - it is false to seek peace with victory, but it is true to humiliate and sarcasm!This semi-transparent red silk dress is probably covered by his own hands on Murong Chong's naked body. Afterwards, he loves him in every way, but Murong Chong hates him deeply - from the prince to the child molester, he can never say a word No!No wonder Murong Chong back then had no desires, no desires, not to raise troops for the world, and went straight to Chang'an, all he wanted was revenge!He suddenly understood the resentment and resentment in Murong Chong's heart, grabbed Murong Yong's wrist and pressed it down, turned his head and said loudly: "Please tell the king, my heart is in the world today, and I don't care about the small favor of a robe. If If you really want to fix it, then the monarch and his ministers will put their hands on it and send it to Chang'an as soon as possible, and I will forgive the Fu family, so that the whole family will not be destroyed and the country will be destroyed!"

The voice was sonorous, and the tone was decisive - Murong Yong seemed to see the shadow of Murong Chong in Ren Zhen's eyes.

"It's a one-for-one battle between them." Afterwards, Ren Zhen, who was arrested to practice archery and martial arts, analyzed it with Murong Yong very seriously, "Both of them have to fight, and if they don't want to give in to each other, they will start fighting !"

"???" After staying with Ren Zhen for a long time, Murong Yong has learned that whenever he can't understand, he pretends to be inaudible and puts on a paralyzed face, which is called "hidden clumsiness".

"That's right~!" The more Ren Zhen thought about it, the more reasonable it became—as for Murong Chong, maybe he was straight? ?He took a look in the mirror-looking like this, absolutely, nothing, yes, yes!

"Your Majesty, I will lead my troops to attack Bamburgh tomorrow—this battle has to be won, and I will do my best." Murong Yong was thinking about another problem, and interrupted him succinctly, "You are in Efang, my dear." In charge of military power, you can ask Murong Heng about important matters, and ask Yao Song about small matters, he is as careful as a hair. There is only one thing, this man is as cunning as a fox, and he is the son of Yao Chang—"

"Be careful of him! You know it!" These days, hearing these words, you can hear the ear oil, he suddenly paused, and smiled slyly: "Why do you always tell me to stay away from him? It's just because of him Is it Yao Chang's son?"

Murong Yong responded to all changes without changing, continued to "hide clumsy" with his face paralyzed, and finally said suddenly: "... Your Majesty, where you hit the shot, the general will know everything without saying anything."

Ren Zhen set up an awning to look - a hundred steps away, a school lieutenant stood holding a halberd, the twigs on the tip of the halberd shining in the sun - he said madly: "You think I am Lu Fengxian! Come to the gate to shoot the halberd !" As he spoke, he set up the light wooden bow that Murong Yong specially found for him, nocked the arrow to shoot, and said through gritted teeth: "It's not good to shoot a halberd, but it's easy to shoot you!"

Murong Yong couldn't understand the pun in his words, but he still couldn't help laughing, and turned around to run away.

A figure in the dark saw the two people laughing and making noise in the martial arts arena, he couldn't help shaking his head, and bowed slightly to the person behind him: "Young master, the emperor has really changed his temperament, what should I do—"

Yao Song walked out slowly, and raised the corners of his lips: "Send someone to deliver a letter to my father, and immediately revise the book Fu Jian, willing to hold Han Yanduan, who is near Chang'an, to follow the two armies, and beg the Qin army to leave Chang'an and go to Qiubanbao Attack and kill Murong Yong in one fell swoop!"

The other person was startled, and hurriedly said: "Yao Qin and Fu Qin have turned against each other, and they are in conflict. How could Fu Jian be willing to cooperate?"

"Does he still have a choice?" Yao Song sneered, "Holding Chang'an and issuing the emperor's edict, as a result, there are very few Qin Wang's teachers who can come to rescue, and they are already at a disadvantage. It will be worse if they are trapped in the city. They all want to fight outside the city—if we can get rid of Murong Yong, then we will cut off Murong Chong's wings. Besides, compared to my father, Murong Chong's little boy's rebellion makes him gnash his teeth and hate him even more."

"If... if Murong never loses to Fu Jian, then the elite of the Chinese army will all die, and in the country of Yan—"

"General Gao." Yao Song didn't look at him, but raised his eyebrows and said, "You are the hidden stake that my father planted in the Xianbei army earlier, don't you really think that Yan State is your homeland, and Murong Chong is you Master?"

Gao Gai quickly bowed his head and bowed his head: "The last general will never dare to disobey the Great Chanyu, my lord! It's just that if Fu Jian succeeds in the first battle, he will do more harm than good to Yu Da Shanyu—" he said Suddenly shut up, because Yao Song stared at him blankly and looked up and down. Although Yao Song was born extremely beautiful, his pair of phoenix eyes were always sinister, and even his smile was slightly malicious. He, Gao Gai's big white round face was dripping with cold sweat: "Master, son...?"

"I remember that you are from Ye, do you have any other people in your family?"

"Young master, when Qin destroyed Yan, the Gao family died in the chaos of war. It was Da Shanyu who picked up the last general from the pile of dead people in Yecheng when he was still the general of Qin."

Yao Song frowned slightly, and said to himself: "That's weird, why did Murong Chong hum a weird tune, 'Come back soon' when he saw Gao Gai? Xianbei folk song? Not like that, it's not that stupid tune~"

The next day, Murong Yong led [-] fine cavalry and [-] infantry to march out, took away the siege equipment such as nest carts, ladders, etc., and marched out of Efang in a mighty manner, with the intention of leveling the fortress.Ren Zhen looked on the city wall and knew that there was no reason for the elite soldiers to lose against the militiamen this time, so he was quite relieved. Seeing the majestic appearance of the army, he couldn't help but nodded slightly: "Weird people say that the son of the Han family is splashing ink, and Xianbei is a horse."

Yao Song smiled at the side: "The emperor said as if he is not from Xianbei." Ren Zhen came back to his senses, knowing that he had slipped his mouth, and smiled covertly: "The clothes you helped me find today are not bad, no Hands and feet are bound, and the clothes are simple."

Yao Song pursed his lips: "This is called pleated crotch. The emperor usually wears it for nothing, why don't you remember?" Ren Zhen decided to shut up, saying that there are too many mistakes, and it's better to walk.

Although Murong Yongren has left these days, the rule of half a day of martial arts and half a day of literary study is fixed. Ren Zhen also puts his heart into it, so he rode ocher white and practiced arrows in the martial arts field for half a day. Drenched in sweat, he jumped off his horse, handed the reins to the soldiers, and said: "Prepare hot water, I——I want to take a bath." Stepping into the room, he saw that the case was still in a mess, and he knew it was because of him. Ordered, no one dared to enter to tidy up.He flipped through the book, and the inside pages of the book were filled with annotations in Chinese written by Yao Song, citing scriptures and classics, explaining the profound things in a simple way—although Yao Chang is from the Hu chieftain and Qiang, all his sons have scientific names, from the eldest son Yao Xing to this Yao Song, They are all considered talented, and everyone in the Murong family should be ashamed of themselves.Yao Song would come over to give him lectures after dinner every night. Seeing that it was still dark, Ren Zhen went into the inner room, removed his clothes and changed his clothes—he had just stepped into the barrel when he suddenly soaked his outer robe in the water and shook it again. He pulled it out, twisted it into a whip, and slammed it towards the door.A figure flashed outside, and a red cloud floated in neatly, and smiled at Ren Zhen: "Good work." When Ren Zhen saw him, he dropped his weapon just now, and said strangely: "The time has not yet come, Mr. Yao."

Yao Song smiled and said, "I'll wait for the emperor to take a bath."

"No, no, no!" Ren Zhen quickly waved his hand.Yao Song posted it over and said, "Then, just pretend that I want to take a bath with the emperor, okay?"

"..." Ren Zhen felt like he was filming a third-rate romance drama—he didn't want to be Ximen Xiaohenhen!So he suddenly leaned over, hugged Yao Song by the waist, and threw it into the wooden bucket, baring his teeth in the splash of water, and said, "Young Master Yao wants to wash, I'll let you go first." Yao Song jumped out of the water in a state of embarrassment , squatting on the edge of the bucket, looking up at Ren Zhen, there was a trace of unexpected surprise in his eyes for the first time, and then, his black eyes flashed, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Ren Zhen's only remaining skirt and pulled it violently——Ren Zhen stood In front of him, he was naked.He lowered his head and looked at it without shame: Well, compared to the self who used to go to the gym all day long, his figure is even better than that.

Yao Song had stood up from the half-person-high wooden barrel, and wrapped his arms around his neck like a water snake: "Has the emperor forgotten our past?"

Ren Zhen is a man who bends quickly into a round shape, sitting still in his arms has never existed in his life. At this moment, the nephrite jade is warm and fragrant in his arms, and he said slowly: "Young Master Yao, be careful, I was innocent before you and me. Very good." Seeing that he didn't take the bait, Yao Song was not discouraged, but got closer: "What about now~?"

Ren Zhen said thoughtfully, "You...are deliberately motivating Murong Yong to fight against Bamburg~"

Yao Song stared slightly, and said strangely: "It's clear that the emperor's division followed Han Yan first, and the two of them pulled Murong Yong into the water, but I didn't do anything." Ren Zhen was at a loss for words. Seeing through, he lowered his head angrily, and pressed it against his forehead: "I dare not talk to you anymore, Murong Yong said, you are a little fox who sneaks in whenever you see a crack."

Yao Song didn't expect him to be so honest, so he burst out laughing: "Then don't talk, do something else?" Ren Zhen smiled, hugged his waist tightly, and kissed him with his head tilted.

In this regard, he has always been certain that God will take the blame instead of taking it—if you don’t eat it for nothing, you will eat it for nothing. As for the little fox’s fancy intestines, I will worry about it later!

Note 1: The magnetite gate is one of the gates of Qin Afang Palace. It is said that this gate can prevent assassins - the magnet's iron-absorbing effect prevents those with hidden armor and blades from passing through when entering, thus protecting the safety of Qin Shihuang and destroying it later. In the flames of war, it will be superficial to rebuild it in later generations.The exact location of the magnetic stone gate has always been different. "Sanfu Jiushi" refers to the north gate of Afang Palace, and "Yonglu" refers to the west gate of Afang Palace, which is the main gate facing Chang'an City. This article uses the latter.