I'm not Murong Chong

On a moonlit night, Short Songgang.

A group of people walked silently on the quiet mountain road, even the hooves of the war horses were bound, and they only made little regular and dull hooves.

The team led by Murong Yong searched for Ren Zhen in the forest first because of the captain of the guard Wu Lie led the way, immediately lit up the beacon, notified others, and then escorted Ren Zhen back to the camp in the mountain.

Ren Zhen rode Zhebai, and was in a daze for a moment.Fu Jian put on the mask again, rode his horse and followed him a short distance away without making a sound, while Murong Yong rode side by side with him, also without saying a word.

He had envisioned their reunion countless times, but he never expected that this night would be so romantic——

Murong Yong said: "Without you, what use is Murong Yan Kingdom to me!"

He fought against him time and time again, and made plans again and again, all for the sake of Murong Yanguo—the Murong family is Shu Ming's home in this life—but he actually let it go?For him, he left Chang'an, the capital of the country, all the way to this Mangmang Pass Mountain to rescue him personally? !Back then, he would have been overjoyed—after all, this was the point of contradiction when they parted ways—but now, the first thing he felt was a complex mood of depression and confusion.

He waited for so long that he almost forgot why he waited.

"Your Majesty, we are almost there." Wu Lie, who was in the lead, called out, interrupting Ren Zhen's thoughts. He looked up and saw Wu Lie rushing back, with a look of genuine joy—he finally found Emperor Dayan again. When he came back, he was forced to obey orders to evacuate alone, and he could not sleep peacefully for a day.

Sure enough, when they saw the warm fire in the camp from a distance, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time quickened their pace - I'm afraid there were only the three leaders present, still restrained.

As soon as Tuobagui saw the message from the wolf smoke, he galloped back to the camp in the dark. He was pacing back and forth at the gate of the village anxiously. With both remorse and joy on his shoulders, he opened his mouth and could only yell "ah".Agitated, he accidentally touched Ren Zhen's wound that hadn't fully healed, and Fu Jian, who followed him, naturally pulled him back slightly, but Ren Zhen didn't feel better until he met Tuoba Gui. After that, he strode forward to pat him on the neck again, with a warm smile on his face: "What's the matter? You're also dumb?"

Tuobagui shook his head vigorously, and then woke up as if he had violated the etiquette, so he quickly knelt down and looked up at Ren Zhen: "Your Majesty, you will be sentenced to death!"

Ren Zhen grasped his hand tightly, and pulled him up: "I ordered you to go back to Chang'an for an interrogation. It is not your fault that you have suffered all kinds of troubles since then. What is your fault?"

But Tuobagui couldn't forgive himself easily - he had sworn in Tianshui that he would never leave his side again, let him be in danger, let...others solve his problems for him.He quickly raised his eyes to Fu Jian who was behind him - even if this man was covered in green armor and bowed his head in silence, he could tell at a glance that this was the Houliang Heavenly King who was already "unknown" in name - he was not fighting for power in Guzang , What are you doing here?That's right, now that Lu Zuan controls Guzang, and Lu Guang has no news for the time being, he must not reveal his identity at this sensitive moment, or he will become a target of public criticism and be easily plotted by others... His mind suddenly darkened at this point - if this The true identity of a "guard hero" is publicized...

"Tuobagui, where's Yang Ding?" Ren Zhen looked around, but he didn't see the big man abnormally. Tuobagui came back to his senses and hurriedly said: "Juqu Nancheng retreated first in disregard of the alliance agreement, and the coalition defense line collapsed." , Yao Xing sent General Di Bozhi to take the opportunity to counterattack, General Yang went out to retreat from the enemy, while the top general and the last general continued to search and rescue the emperor here."

Ren Zhen was amazed. The three of them were not against each other before, and they were fighting each other fiercely. As a result, when something happened to him, the three of them twisted into a rope and cooperated with each other.

At that moment, everyone entered the tent and took their seats, and the soldiers served hot food such as crispy cheese and jerky. Ren Zhen hadn't eaten a whole lot for many days, but now he was holding it in his hand but he was not in a hurry to eat it. He looked up at Fu Jian.

Coincidentally, Fu Jian also looked over at this time, the eyes of the two intertwined, but they disappeared at the same time. Fu Jian lowered his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth vaguely, knowing that Ren Zhen remembered that he had helped him when he was in trouble. The embarrassment of eating.

Murong Yong was the last one to lift the curtain and enter. Ren Zhen knew that he was cautious and suspicious by nature—after all, Guan Shan was still in Houliang territory, and the Liang army was too busy fighting for power, so he had no time to take care of them, but Murong Yong was careful, so he must have gone out just now I sent scouts to scout around, hoping to be safe.

But it was this kind of person who was always cautious and thoughtful, who looked at the wolf and cared about the wolf before he made a plan, went crazy and abandoned Chang'an's foundation, and plunged into this vast mountain forest, just for him.

Ren Zhen remembered the sentence that Murong Yong blurted out when the two reunited, "Without you, Murong Yan Kingdom would be of no use to me!" He was immediately confused, and looked at Murong Yong again, but saw that his face was expressionless. He bowed his hands to him and said: "Your Majesty, it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. It is better to break out of the camp and join the main force of the Yan army immediately after a short rest." Ren Zhen nodded, and subconsciously looked at Fu Jian again—what did he do? Will you be willing to go back to the base camp of the Yan army?Almost at the same time, Fu Jian nodded to Ren Zhen almost at the same time, indicating that there is no problem.

Murong Yong said again: "At the end of the day, the general ordered his personal guards to quickly report to Yang Ding, within three days he will definitely send troops to respond. The emperor was in trouble and dust, and finally escaped from danger. Thinking about it, he is tired. Let's rest for tonight." Ren Zhen watched in a daze as he commanded and arranged calmly and methodically, and left the command post to him and Fu Jian.

Tuobagui was also taken aback for a moment, he is the general of Huben Zhonglang, the commander of the emperor's close army, and his personal bodyguard. He has always entered and exited with Ren Zhen, so he hurriedly got up and said, "General!"

Murong Yong raised his eyes and glanced at him, and said calmly: "Tuobagui, you are in charge of patrolling the camp tonight, the emperor's personal safety is in your hands, you must ensure that the defense is foolproof." After being completely blocked, he couldn't find any reason to refute his immediate boss, so he had to resign himself to his fate and go to patrol the camp.

At that moment, everyone knelt down and dispersed, and Fu Jian was also taken by the deputy general to take a bath and change clothes. Murong Yong commanded someone to bring in the laundry, with a thin white porcelain bottle on it.He uncorked the bottle and said softly: "The emperor should have an injury on his shoulder. The lack of medicines earlier may cause future troubles. Can you let the general apply the medicines again?" It was just now that he watched with cold eyes, seeing that Fu Jian was trying to protect his shoulders, he already guessed.

Seeing that Ren Zhen didn't object, Murong Yong stretched out his hand and opened Ren Zhen's skirt just now. Sure enough, a flesh-red wound was clearly visible, and because it was still healing, the scar became more ferocious.Murong Yong frowned slightly, his face darkened: it was an arrow wound, the arrowhead was hexagonal, penetrated into the flesh and took root, tore the tendon, and would bleed profusely if he was not careful, it was a special crossbow arrow made by the Juqu clan of the Xiongnu.

But it was obvious that Ren Zhen received proper care after being injured, otherwise, how could his wound heal so quickly under such a difficult situation of lack of food and clothing?

Murong Yong applied the medicine for him without saying a word, re-bandaged him, and finally bowed and bid farewell. Ren Zhen had been sitting on the couch and let him do whatever he wanted, when he suddenly called out: "Shu Ming."

Murong Yong stopped, looked at his nose, nose, nose and heart and replied in a low voice: "Yes."

"…why?"

"The emperor kept King Fu Tian by his side for his own purpose, so that he can hide his identity by keeping idlers away."

"What I'm asking is——why did you... come?" Ren Zhen stood up suddenly, walked in front of him with a stride, and said in a painful voice, "You should be in Chang'an! As I said, you are acting as the king if you are in Chang'an. One, can you-"

"Your Majesty!" Murong Yong suddenly raised his head, and shouted decisively, "I also said - you are Dayan's only emperor!"

Ren Zhen was at a loss for words, he once engraved every word Murong Yong said into his heart, especially the "Brother Chong" that he blurted out that night in a state of confusion - but he was unwilling to remember his love for him "Wei Jun" The promises of "stand up" and "never rebel in this life".

He is not Murong Chong, he knows it clearly, but he wishes to be his master for the rest of his life.In fact, after much deliberation and struggle, what he hated was always that he loved Murong Chong's shadow more than the living Ren Zhen!

Fu Jian opened the tent and came in, and saw Ren Zhen sitting on the edge of the couch in a daze, he walked over silently, squatted down in front of him, and patted Ren Zhen's cheek lightly, his warm palm instantly revived Touching Ren Zhenqiu's cold skin, he slightly shifted his gaze to him, and said in a low voice: "I want you to remain anonymous these days and be a mere bodyguard, I have wronged you."

Fu Jian just smiled lightly: "Don't talk stupidly. Now that the situation is unknown, the safest place is around you."

Ren Zhen knew that with Fu Jian's current disposition, he would not be alarmed even if the Mount Tai collapsed before him.But he still sincerely reminded: "You are a Di person after all, and you are in the Yan army, so be careful with your words and deeds."

Fu Jian said with a warm smile: "Aren't I dumb now? Your guard captain Wu Lie has already spread the word for me, saying that I'm 'riding alone, the savior'" ’, described as like an ancient fierce beast—it can’t speak human words yet.”

"A Hun man admires force, and he respects you now more than his old boss Tuoba Gui." Ren Zhen also smiled, but there was a lingering depression between his brows.

Fu Jian's nature is calm and introverted, what he said just now was a joke, it was really not easy for him, but Ren Zhen just responded lightly, uncharacteristically, he didn't take the opportunity to make trouble - it should be said, from the moment he saw Murong Yong again Since then, he has been quite different from his former self.

The two blew out the candles and fell asleep separately. The cold moonlight leaked from the tent to the floor. Ren Zhen lay upright, looking at the bright moonlight in front of the bed. After a long time, he still felt sleepless.He closed his eyes forcefully, sat up lightly, looked at Fu Jian who was on the couch next door, he was probably too tired, and had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Ren Zhen sighed sullenly, but finally got up and left silently.

The guards outside the tent quickly saluted, Ren Zhen put his hand on his lips and hissed softly: "I can't sleep at night, so I just walked around to relax, you don't have to follow—and you don't have to inform Tuobagui."

Since Ren Zhen really couldn't sleep, he just wandered aimlessly. He looked up at the night sky, the moon had already passed, but the nights were long at the end of autumn in Longxi, and it might take two hours to see the sky.

At this moment, there are a few traces of music floating in the mountains and forests.Ren Zhen stopped and listened carefully for a while, and knew that this mountainous area must have been cleared by the Yan army and it was absolutely safe, so he walked away following the sound.

Unexpectedly, he brushed away the branches, leaves and vines in front of him, but what he saw was his very familiar back.

Murong Yong Mingguang's armor has been removed, and he is wearing a half-new blue military robe, sitting cross-legged on a rock near the sky, blowing against the moonlight.

The small and exquisite Tao Wei twirled lightly between his fingers, whimpering high and low, not in tune, but the song was sad, but Ren Zhen could hear it, it was old Xianbei's folk song "" "A-gan"--A-gan, which means elder brother in Xianbei language, when he was trapped in Yangjiabao, Murong Yong gave his life to save him, and taught him to sing this song.

Agan is bitter and cold, let me say goodbye to my big thorn.My heart is sad, I miss my brother and I want to return, I see the sunset, but I don't see Ah Qian, how many times can I find it in my life!

At that time, I only thought the song was vast and desolate, but I didn't understand its meaning. When I thought about it later, I felt that it was Murong Yong who was thinking about Brother Chong who single-handedly picked him up to teach him... No matter how cruel and cruel Murong Chong was, no matter how cruel and unreasonable Murong Chong was, in the lonely life of a young man In Murong Yong's mind, however, he has always been a perfect existence like a god.

There was a slight pain in the softest part of my heart, and the past and the past rushed in like a tide. Ren Zhen staggered slightly, and stepped on a dead branch under his feet.

The sound of the polder stopped, and Murong Yong said softly with his back turned to him: "Ren Zhen."

If he called out to the emperor, Ren Zhen would be fine, but at this moment, under the circumstances, how could Ren Zhen endure such an endlessly desolate call?He walked out quickly, lost his mind and said: "Murong Yong, you love Murong Chong, don't you?"

This is the knot between them that has always been kept secret. They can't say it, they don't want to say it—Ren Zhen doesn't care about anything. The most taboo thing is to become a substitute for the dead. Even if the other party really loves him, this love is also artificial. continuation and a hypocritical self-deception!

Murong Yong turned around and looked up at Ren Zhen calmly: "Yes. Since he left Chang'an to become Pingyang prefect, I have followed him and loved him, even if he never responded once, I will not change my original intention. —a full ten years."

"You pushed me to inherit the great position and helped me consolidate my military power, all because of Murong Chong?"

"Yes. As soon as I saw you outside the city of Chang'an, I knew he would not come back. But a hundred thousand Xianbei disciples are already approaching the city. If the dragons lose their heads, they will fall apart! He has endured ten years of hatred and ten years of suffering , everything that was gained in exchange cannot be wasted.”

Ren Zhen shook his head and smiled wryly, and knelt down on the ground as if his whole body was exhausted—why he still can't give up on something he has been determined for a long time?Why bother to ask?Murong Yong's eyes have been looking for that faded figure through him, to continue Murong Chong's uncompetitive great cause!

If he doesn't look like it, he will tempt him to look like it; if he doesn't do it, he will force him to do it!

Murong Yong's gaze was like moonlight, and it was full from his shoulders: "But I was wrong from the beginning. You are not him at all, you are not as tough and ruthless as he is, decisive, and if you want to achieve great things, your closest relatives can be killed! You are Ren Zhen, a lazy, undisciplined woman who likes to play tricks, but I have always felt that mud can't support the wall, won Chang'an, conquered Xinping, swept Guanzhong, and revived Dayan! You learn bit by bit And growing up, I suddenly realized that you are not Murong Chong, and you will never be him! What should I do?"

The high-ranking General Dayan, who is not angry but powerful, looked up to the sky and smiled, but his eyes were full of tears: "I should replace you! I am also a child of the Murong family! But I can't do it! I have repeatedly wanted to Killing Yao Song is true, but not because of Brother Chong, but because I hate him for having the courage to approach you openly! Admit you! Fall in love with you!"

Ren Zhen opened his mouth wide, as if he was listening to a fairy tale.

"I also hate myself. Brother Chong taught me how to practice martial arts, taught me how to play the fair, taught me how to achieve my goal, and how I never give up. Song, in my heart and mind, it’s all about you.” Murong Yong let go of his fingers, and the little Tao Wei that had been polished smooth by ten years rolled down from his palm and hit the rock wall, seemingly shattered into thousands of pieces, “But It's too late. I can't catch it, I can't wait, even in Chang'an, I dreamed of you at midnight, and I will never see you again! It was I who betrayed my feelings for Brother Hedge first. So when I have the reward of my heart—"

Before he finished speaking, Ren Zhen hugged him tightly from behind, and he felt this strong, tall, seemingly indestructible body trembling slightly.

"I'm sorry, Shu Ming." He choked up, "I don't know anything..."

Murong Yong still didn't turn his head: "If I swear I won't tell, how would you know?" He even sneered: "We have been fighting openly and secretly in Chang'an City for a whole year, but in the end I couldn't help but lose everything—" He Before he could finish speaking, his chin was suddenly raised. Ren Zhen tilted his head and kissed his lips that were slightly moist and salty. It was as cold as ice, but he loved it so much.

Murong Yong raised his hand and grabbed Ren Zhen's sleeve fiercely, as if he wanted to refuse this sudden do whatever he wanted, but he loosened and tightened again and again, but he still held him firmly in the palm of his hand after all.

The love doesn't know where it started, but it goes deep.