Destiny of crossing

Pei Ran followed Fu Hong into the city gate, just as he entered the gate, just in time to catch up with a subordinate reporting the military situation to Fu Jian, both of them stopped.

"Your Majesty, Jin coach Xie An has an answer. They can agree to jointly fight against Xiyan, but they also put forward conditions."

The corner of Fu Jian's mouth raised in disdain: "Oh? Their emperor is still in our hands, what qualifications do they have to negotiate terms with our Great Qin?"

"They said that they were afraid that we would hurt their emperor after we crossed the river and demolish the bridge, and they wanted us to send one of the king's most beloved people as a hostage, and they also said that they could ignore the previous revenge of Daqin's attack on Jin, but if their emperor had the slightest Injury, our two countries must fight each other."

Fu Jian leaned on the backrest, lowered his eyes, pondered for a while, and almost deformed the wine cup on the table: "Say it! Who do they want?"

"Pei Ran, Mr. Pei."

"Bang" the wine cup fell, and Fu Jian yelled loudly, firmly: "No."

"I go."

Fu Jian was startled, looked up, and saw Pei Ran standing at the gate, with his eldest son, Prince Fu Hong, beside him.

Pei Ran approached Fu Jian and said resolutely, "Emperor Xiaowu of Jin is in our hands, so I don't think they will do anything to me."

Fu Jian looked at Pei Ranjiao's pretty face, shook his head, and said decisively: "No, I traded Jiangshan for you before, but now I want to exchange Jiangshan for Jiangshan? Don't you think it's very funny? At worst, we will be with Xiyan Fight to the end."

"Wenyu, don't be willful."

Pei Ran sat down beside Fu Jian, held Wen Yu's hand, looked at his bloodshot eyes, and said earnestly, "Wen Yu, I know you have always cared for the people and have a kind heart. But just now I When I came here, I saw countless people starving to death by the side of the road, and some even used human flesh to satisfy their hunger. You can bear such a tragedy, Wenyu? Besides, you and I both know that Murong Chong has a vicious, vicious nature, and brutally kills him. , if he captures Chang'an, how can he treat the people well? There is no guarantee that he will not slaughter the city!"

"Ran'er," Fu Jian pulled Pei Ran into his arms and hugged him tightly, the corner of his mouth gently rubbed against his hairline, his eyes were calm and far away: "No rush."

Then he called his subordinates to fetch from Zixia Palace the neon cloud clothes that Murong Chong wore when he served him, and sent someone to give them to Murong Chong.

Unexpectedly, Murong Chong saw this Yunyi, and sneered, "The lonely family takes the responsibility of the world, how can we look at this little favor. If Fu Jian surrenders without a fight, our Murong family will treat him no better than he used to treat our family." No, even with Fu Jian's demeanor, Gu will dote on him like he doted on me before."

These words were brought back intact by the envoy, Fu Jian was so angry that he almost vomited blood when he heard it.

Pei Ran was on the side, feeling a little gloating for some reason, not only imagining Fu Jian wearing that cloud robe, and enjoying himself charmingly under Murong Chong.

Or in a certain aspect, Pei Ran was still aggrieved by the fact that Murong Chong was forced to do so when he was only twelve years old, so he felt a little pity for Murong Chong.

Pei Ran suppressed her smile, and said solemnly: "In that case, Wen Yu, send me out of the city quickly!"

Fu Jian looked at Pei Ran's eyebrows, pink lips, such a delicate and beautiful woman, who was about to be separated before they had time to stay together, and felt a sudden pain in his heart.

He hugged Pei Ran and couldn't help kissing wildly.

His son Fu Hong frowned in disgust, and turned around silently.

When it was dark, Fu Jian personally sent Pei Ran out of the city gate.

Pei Ran rode on the horse, holding the rein with both hands, lowered her head, and gave Fu Jian a reassuring smile.

With tears in the corners of Fu Jian's eyes, he said to Wushuang Wuhen and the two women: "You must take good care of Ran'er."

Wushuang Wuhen clasped his fists together: "Wu Shuang Wuhen, I will fulfill my mission."

Pei Ran turned the horse's head, looked at the dark ancient road in front of him, shook the reins, raised the horse's hooves, and the figure in white clothes faded away, gradually submerged in the darkness.