Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Winter seems to be short and long, and the days seem to be getting colder every day.

Xian'a was fiddling with the charcoal fire in the stove, Murong Chong was quietly reading a book, the servant girl brought melons and fruits that did not belong to this season, put them on the table, and then bowed down obediently.

Xian'a looked at the fruit on the plate and asked, "Is this the precious fruit sent by the emperor? It doesn't look like anything special?"

Murong Chong closed the book and said with a smile, "You'll know if you try it."

After all, Xian'a couldn't hold back her curiosity, so she put it in her mouth first, and the sweet taste made everyone happy.

Xian'a looked at Murong Chong while eating the fruit: "Is your elder sister very favored by King Qin? I can also send you these valuable fruits."

Murong Chong smiled indifferently: "I'm afraid it's not because I think too much, it's largely because of Fu Jian."

"But why, King Qin..." Xian'a had finished speaking halfway, and realized something was wrong, so she could only bite her tongue resentfully.

Murong Chong let out a long and leisurely sigh, and buried his head in the book again.

Xian'a could only continue to sit quietly on the sidelines, but as for the plate of delicious fruit, no one was interested in taking another bite.

"My lord, there's a letter from Jingcheng." Pingyi's voice outside the door broke the silence of the room.

"Send it in." Murong Chong put the book in his hand aside and raised his head.

As soon as Ping entered the door, he handed over two letters, one was a family letter to Xian'a, and the other was an official business to Murong Chong.Murong Chong forwarded Xian'a's letter to her, and looked at her with her head down and her heart listless.

"Xian Ah." Murong Chong called her, seeing that she raised her head with a strange look on her face, guessed a bit or two, and said softly: "I'm not angry."

As expected, Xian'a's expression became lively again, but he hesitated: "Then why did you stop talking all of a sudden just now?"

"I just don't want to mention it. But if you want to know, I will tell you later, and I can't do it now."

"As long as you are willing to say, I will wait for as long as you want."

Murong Chong smiled and rubbed her head: "Read the letter quickly, Miss Gu must have a lot of things to tell you."

Xian'a nodded with a smile, and opened the envelope in her hand.

Murong Chong saw that she looked normal, so he opened the letter in his hand.

Zhao Hua's movements were indeed fast, fast and steady. It seemed that there was nothing unusual about the cooperation between Ruyi and Gu Xinyue, or that everyone didn't care what the two women could do. A better place to hang out.

Murong Chong didn't have anything to worry about, everything was just beginning, it seemed that he didn't need to do anything, he just had to wait quietly, waiting for the arrival of the ten-year period he said.

Nothing to look forward to?

It seems that there is really nothing, the only expectation is that next time I see Fu Jian, I don't have to kowtow to him, but ask him how to avenge this revenge.

This cold winter, passed peacefully and long...

Then, another year of spring and autumn, another year of winter...

Murong Chong stood in the corridor, watching the snowflakes fall little by little, he hadn't seen snow for a long time, it really doesn't snow easily in Pingyang...

In the past two years, the boy of the past has become more and more upright, the childishness on his face before has dissipated, and his brows and eyes have become more and more cold, even worse in this cold winter.

Xian'a hurried over with Murong Chong's light fur, her face was flushed red from running.He ran to Murong Chong's side and put it on for him on tiptoe, while tying the belt, he said: "I knew you were standing outside in such thin clothes, you really didn't listen no matter how many times you said it, or you were really not afraid cold."

Murong Chong smiled and hugged her into his arms, saying: "You won't be cold when you are here."

Xian'a gently pushed him, but Murong Chong didn't move at all.In the past two years, he has grown a lot taller and changed a lot, but she has not changed much, her stature has not grown, and her appearance is still the same, so sometimes when seeing her, Murong Chong will feel a kind of space-time disorder Feel.

The past two years seem to be so pleasant that people want people to settle down in this life like this. If it weren't for the obsession in his heart, Murong Chong would also want to stay here quietly like this, and then hold her hand and grow old like this. die...

But if he doesn't take revenge, he won't be happy in this life, he won't be truly happy...

The peace of this winter was broken by a disease.

The person who fell ill was Wang Meng.This is the second time he fainted, but this time he fainted in the court, and everyone seemed to be quiet at that moment.

Fu Jian almost rushed down from the dragon seat, shouting "Xuan Yuyi".

Wang Meng fainted this time, but it took two full days to wake up.

Fu Jian stood by the bed, stubble appeared on his cheeks, and his face looked haggard. When he saw Wang Meng open his eyes, he hurriedly said, "Jing Lue, you are finally awake."

"Is this... have you fainted again?"

"You have been in a coma for two days. I asked the imperial doctor to watch over you every day, always worrying about when you will wake up."

"The minister is incompetent, and the king is worried again. The court is fine."

"Jing Lue doesn't need to worry. These days, I really made you work hard. You must take good care of your body."

Wang Meng couldn't help coughing violently a few times, the palace man next to him poured water and brought it over with great winking, Wang Meng pushed away the water handed over, looked at Fu Jian and said: "I'm afraid the time is running out, and there is still time left." A few words of advice must be told to the king."

"Needless to say, you'd better take care of yourself."

"If the king doesn't let the minister say it, the minister will definitely not feel at ease."

"Having said that, can you still take good care of your body?"

"This way I can let go of one thing on my mind..." Wang Meng looked at Fu Jian firmly.

Fu Jian didn't speak, but Wang Meng knew that he was acquiescing. He tried his best to prop up his body and sat up, and said seriously: "The first thing I want to say is to implore the king to let go of the idea of ​​attacking Jin. Before now, the state of Jin still has the most fertile land in the south, and there are still generals in the country, attacking Jin is tantamount to destroying the foundation of our great Qin state!"

Fu Jian still didn't speak, Wang Meng continued: "Second thing, I hope that the king will be more vigilant against those Xianbei Murong clans, they will never forget that it was my Daqin soldiers who stepped on their land."

"The third thing, I hope that the king can let go of the obsession in his heart, and return to his former self-government and diligence, so that I can rule the world for a long time." After Wang Meng finished speaking, he coughed again.

Fu Jian looked at Wang Meng and didn't say anything. He just brought him the glass of water that he had just refused.

After drinking, he looked at Fu Jian and said, "Isn't your majesty willing to agree to your minister?"