Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

In the Imperial Palace of Ye City, there was peace and quiet that had not been seen for a long time. Even when Qian Yan was still there, it seemed that it had never been so quiet.

After winning a battle, there is no singing and dancing, no drinking and drinking, and no blood flowing into rivers.Fu Jian only ordered everything to be kept simple, and he drove back from the west.Even the treatment of Qian Yan's survivors was unbelievably generous.

With Murong Wei and his subordinates, including harem concubines, princes and nobles, civil and military officials, a total of about [-] Xianbei people moved into Chang'an.Then he worshiped Murong Wei as Shangshu, and Huangfuzhen, a former Yan noble minister, was the captain of Fengche. All bureaucrats with a little talent in Yan Kingdom could be deployed and appointed.

Needless to say, Princess Qinghe and Murong Chong were brought into the harem together.Therefore, some people in Chang'an City scrambled to chant: "One female and one male, both fly into the Purple Palace."

The rare banquet in the Great Qin Palace was held by Fu Jian to celebrate Wang Meng's achievements.After the fall of the State of Yan, Fu Jian appointed Wang Meng as the captain of the six states in the Kanto region, led the herdsmen of Jizhou, advanced to the captain of Qinghe, and guarded Yezhong.

So after this banquet, Wang Meng will leave Beijing for a period of time. Knowing that this is the king's trust and affirmation of him, Wang Meng slightly declined and accepted.

The ministers sat on both sides, looking at the delicacies and fine wines in front of them, not knowing what to do. King Qin's reputation for diligence and thrift prevailed, and he loved the people like a son. Such celebrations were rarely held on weekdays.Everyone couldn't grasp the king's psychology for a while, and didn't know whether to act according to the whim or restrain themselves.

Fu Jian's eyes scanned around slowly, and he began to think about it, and said: "The banquet today is to celebrate the capture of Qianyan, and to reward everyone for their contributions to our Great Qin. It's all about having fun, and you don't have to stick to the etiquette of the monarch and his ministers." The strong voice reached everyone's ears, and although they were a little relieved, they didn't dare to be too presumptuous.

Fu Jian smiled slightly, and held up the wine cup in his hand: "This cup, I respect everything you have done for my Great Qin."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Everyone answered loudly, and they all raised their glasses of wine and drank them all in one gulp.

"Yang An."

"The minister is here." Yang An who was pointed quickly stood up, went to the steps and knelt down in salute.

"For your meritorious service in this Eastern Expedition, I will make you the Marquis of Boping."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" After finishing speaking, he saluted again.

"Deng Qiang."

"The minister is here."

"I seal you as Marquis of Zhending."

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After discussing meritorious deeds and rewards, everyone was completely relieved, and the atmosphere at the banquet was much better than before.

After the banquet was over, Fu Jian called Wang Meng to the study room alone. Seeing that he wanted to salute, Fu Jian hurriedly stepped forward and gently grabbed his forearm, signaling him not to be too polite, and looked at him slightly apologetically: "I really am I hope Jing Lue can help me and assist Chao Gang in Beijing, but I can’t find anyone more suitable than you to guard Yezhong. When everything in Yezhong is normal, leave and return to Beijing as soon as possible.”

"Your Majesty's kindness to my minister, I will definitely do my best and die." Wang Meng hurriedly stepped back two steps to salute.

Fu Jian paused, and finally sighed helplessly: "Jing Lue has followed me for many years and has made countless contributions to me. I have regarded Jing Lue as my confidant, but Jing Lue has never been able to surpass this gift of a monarch and minister."

"I don't dare, what I do for the king is the duty of a courtier. The king loves you so much, and the minister is grateful, but the gift of the king and the minister must be kept in mind, so as not to be in front of others. Only the minister is relying on it Being favored and proud, he has no eyes for the King of Qin." Wang Meng still answered according to the rules, insisting as always.

Fu Jian smiled helplessly when he heard the words: "After so many years, I still can't persuade you, hey, that's all, that's all..." Then he said seriously: "The generals and soldiers who participated in the battle this time will be rewarded for their merits, and all the envoys will be rewarded for their merits. Leave it to Jing Lue and you to handle it. In addition, the prefects and county magistrates of the Yan State have continued the old customs. I heard that Shen Shao, the Changshan prefect of the Yan State, was an upright official and upright man, so I specially appointed him as the servant of Sanqi. And as an embroidered envoy, he toured the Guandong Prefecture. It is necessary to observe the customs of the province, advise on farming and mulberry, relieve the poor, collect and bury the dead, promote festivals, and reform the government. The specific details are all determined by the scenery."

"I obey the order." Wang Meng led the order and withdrew.

Fu Jian sat quietly holding the wine jar, looking at the empty room, no matter how luxurious it was, the moment he ascended the throne, he was doomed to be alone.Feeling empty in my heart, I don't know why I remembered that familiar face again, calmed down, barely suppressed the sudden evil fire, and drove to Princess Qinghe's residence.

"I don't know your Majesty's sudden arrival. I hope your Majesty will forgive me for being rude." Princess Qinghe bowed slightly to salute. Her noble temperament has not been damaged in any way, and she is still so beautiful, elegant and captivating.

"Princess, you are very polite." Fu Jian said lightly.

Princess Qinghe smiled wryly in her heart, he still called her the princess, but she had long been a prisoner of war and became his concubine, but she was just lingering on her last breath, hearing the word "princess" now, it was really ironic.With a smile still on his face: "Why did your majesty come here today?"

"I just got some free time, so I wanted to take a look." I didn't tell her that I just came from the banquet, fearing that she would burst into tears again and ruin my interest, so I just ignored it.

Just as Princess Qinghe was about to speak, a voice came from outside the door: "Sister, can you rest?"

Before he could answer, Murong Chong came in, he was dressed in a crimson purple robe, making his skin look like fat, and his appearance like a grand.Fu Jian's eyes had been staring at him from the moment he entered the door, even if he wanted him to ignore it, he secretly clenched his fists and knelt down: "See Your Majesty."

"Get up, there is no need to be polite." The undercurrent in Fu Jian's eyes could no longer be concealed.

Princess Qinghe was secretly frightened, and hastily stepped forward to protect Murong Chong behind her, and put on a flattering smile on her face again, with a deceptive ambiguity flowing in her eyes: "Your Majesty must be drunk today, so I will be served by my concubine." Rest, Your Majesty."

Fu Jian frowned slightly, and then said coldly after a while: "No need, you step back first." He raised his finger to Murong Chong, and said, "You stay and serve me to rest."

"Your Majesty, Chong'er is still just a child!"

"You should be very clear about the name I brought you to the palace. Are you going to disobey my order, huh?" Fu Jian narrowed his eyes dangerously. She should understand the pros and cons of it. They are just prisoners of war who have lost their country. The body and soul have long since had no right to choose, either obey or die.

She understood, so she didn't say any more, knelt down and kowtowed silently, and left...

"Fenghuang, even if you blame Elder Sister again, Elder Sister will not complain, but Elder Sister can't see you passing away at such a young age..." Princess Qinghe stood outside the door bewilderedly, her tears had long He wet his cheeks uncontrollably.

In the room, Fu Jian got up and stood face to face with Murong Chong. The boy is still young, only reaching his shoulders, and the childishness on his face has not faded yet, but the brows are calm and mature, which does not match his age, and it does not make people feel abrupt , but more reflect his extraordinary.The hatred in the eyes is well hidden, and the expression is a little unnatural, is it because of fear?

"Hehe..." Fu Jian couldn't help chuckling, it was the first time he scrutinized and analyzed the person who became his bed companion so carefully.

"Murong Chong, do you know what I want you to do?" The corners of Fu Jian's mouth lightly lifted, and a satisfied smile disappeared. Perhaps under the influence of alcohol, Murong Chong's face became more and more charming in his sight. , as if he had been bewitched, his mind was full of his face.

Possessed body lightly touched his lips, just once, I couldn't control it anymore, I tried harder, as if trying to empty out all the air in him, forcing his mind to become as chaotic as his own, except for the instinctive drive, there was nothing else to do. Other thoughts, I only know that this face seems to have appeared in my mind countless times, and this body has repeatedly lingered in my dreams.

Murong Chong didn't move, didn't resist or obey, from the beginning to the end, until Fu Jian was lying beside him and sleeping soundly.Powerless to resist, he is much younger than him, and his strength and martial arts are all inferior to him; unable to resist, he is the king, the king who just destroyed his homeland, and the king who decides his own life and death now; but he is unwilling to obey, even if it is for himself, For sister.Because this man is like a nightmare, a nightmare that torments me day and night, a shadow that I can never get rid of in my life...

Fu Jian's intrusion did not show any pity at first, it seemed that it was just for venting, Murong Chong grabbed the quilt tightly with his hands, his lips had already been bitten by himself, and tears flowed silently.But he still didn't make any sound, and survived abruptly.

The moment Fu Jian turned over and got off his body, Murong Chong almost wanted to kill him. Although he was not very big, he knew something about this kind of thing. He understood how he was tortured and why he did it been tortured like this.Fu Jian's breathing sounded in his ears, sounding like he was fast asleep. Murong Chong gritted his teeth and got up from the bed. Looking around, it seemed that only the hairpin on the dressing table was sharp enough. The bun was tightly clenched in his hand, but he couldn't take half a step back.

That's right, killing him now will not only make him unable to survive, but also implicate Sister.Sitting on the ground powerlessly, the scenes that just happened lay before his eyes again, and he gritted his teeth fiercely: "Fu Jian, today's revenge, tomorrow you will definitely pay back with your life!"

Quietly picking up the scattered clothes on the floor, and putting them on with difficulty, his slightly embarrassed look added a bit of temptation to him.His eyes were staring straight at the sleeping person on the bed, perhaps he felt the chilling gaze, and when Fu Jian opened his eyes, he met the unfulfilled and hidden hatred in Murong Chong's eyes.

"Hate me?" Fu Jian propped himself up calmly, and looked at him.

Murong Chong gritted his teeth and did not answer.

Seeing his stubborn appearance, Fu Jian couldn't help breathing faster, but he sighed helplessly when his eyes touched Murong Chong's several bruises exposed outside his clothes.Immediately got out of bed, went to Murong Chong and took his hand lightly, said softly: "This time I was a little impatient, next time I will be gentler."

Murong Chong lowered his head and didn't look at him. In the chaos, he felt that Fu Jian picked him up, put him on the bed, and then lay down beside him, followed by the familiar sound of breathing again.

The body was too exhausted, and it didn't take long for drowsiness to strike. Murong Chong struggled consciously and refused to sleep beside Fu Jian. For some reason, that delicate face suddenly appeared in his mind. The smiling face is still clearly presented in front of my eyes, thinking that she still has such an elegant and refined temperament as yesterday, but I have turned into this appearance.I couldn't help but want to see her again, talk to her, maybe I can wash away this filth.

"Xian Ah..." Murong Chong fell into a deep sleep as he whispered her name.