Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

The death of Wang Meng was like a heavy bomb, blowing up the originally peaceful court into chaos.

Wang Meng was exhausted to death. He was both the prime minister of a country and the highest military commander. He had to handle the government affairs of the whole country and teach the prince.Almost all the government affairs of the whole country, large and small, were placed on his head, and almost all the prosperity and development of Qin State came from Wang Meng alone.

Therefore, the government of the Great Qin Empire also became turbulent with Wang Meng's death, but Fu Jian still didn't notice it at all...

Fu Jian was forced to pick up the complicated affairs of the government again. In just half a year, half of his hair turned gray...

This day the prince came as usual to have his homework checked by Fu Jian, Fu Hong looked at his tired look and couldn't help asking: "Father, have you been too tired these days?"

Fu Jian sighed for a long time, and could only shake his head helplessly: "Since the prime minister passed away, I have realized how complicated and annoying these government affairs are. It has only been half a year, and I am a little powerless..."

Just when Fu Hong wanted to comfort him, Fu Jian waved his hand to signal to back down, and he could only swallow his words helplessly, and backed away silently.

Not long after Fu Hong left, lunch was brought to the door of Fu Jian's room. The aroma of the exquisite meal made people swallow unconsciously. Although Fu Jian was a little hungry, he had no appetite at all.

I wanted them to retreat, but a beautiful figure appeared at the door.

Qinghe still looks the same, there has been no change all this time, he leaned over and saluted, and said slowly: "This is the soup made by my concubine himself, please ask the king to taste it to see if the taste suits the king's appetite ?”

When Fu Jian saw her, it was inconvenient to refuse her again, and nodded to signal them to come in.

After the two sat down, Qinghe served Fu Jian the soup and said: "I personally heard that the king's appetite has not been very good these days, so I specially made the soup for the king to recuperate his body."

Fu Jian gave a light "um" and took a sip of the soup. It tasted good, but he didn't have the slightest intention to continue drinking it.

He glanced at Qinghe inadvertently, and saw her bright side face, and Fu Jian realized that it was really only half a year, and no one else had changed, except him, who seemed to have aged a lot.

Fu Jian put down the bowl in his hand, and asked Qinghe: "Are you getting old?"

Qinghe glanced at him and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is in his prime, how can you say he is old?"

But Fu Jian didn't believe it: "Forget it, your answers are all the same." After finishing speaking, he pushed the bowl and chopsticks aside: "Let someone clean it up, I really don't have much appetite today."

Qinghe didn't try to persuade him any more, he lowered his head and answered softly, he didn't look at the back of Fu Jian who got up and left, and didn't let him see the disappointment in his eyes.

Re-burying his head in the complicated political affairs, Fu Jian couldn't help but think of a person. He had read the news of that person for a long time. Maybe he suddenly realized the change in himself, which suddenly reminded him of the change of that young man. He was in his prime, and that young man was about eighteen now, so he should have changed a lot.

Fu Jian rummaged through the pile of letters that had not been touched for a long time, and finally the word Pingyang appeared in front of his eyes. Fu Jian sighed and opened the envelope.

It seemed that Murong Chong had really gone away for a long time, and when he saw the news of his marriage after so long, his heart didn't fluctuate at all.

After sitting alone for a long time, Fu Jian drew up a decree, specially ennobling Murong Chong as the prefect of Pingyang.

Call someone to send the imperial decree down, and then burn the remaining letters.

This time, Murong Chong seemed to have really left him completely.

Fu Jian watched those papers turn into ashes little by little, and when the sparks dissipated, he sighed helplessly, and sat back on the table full of memorials.

Fu Jian's holy decree was delivered to Murong Chong ten days later.

Murong Chong didn't seem to have any reaction, he just said "Thank you my lord" after receiving the imperial decree.

Everyone thought for a while that he might not be able to hear clearly, just as Ping Yi was about to ask, Murong Chong said softly: "Tell everyone to prepare, we will move to the prefect's mansion in two days."

There has never been a prefect who only took two days to hand over, but Murong Chong didn't care about it. Although he looked calm and calm, he actually forced the former prefect out of the prefect's mansion.Even local government affairs didn't need to be conveyed by the other party, so he took up the post with a face of indifference.

Three days later, a notice was pasted at the gate of the yamen, and the people in Pingyang City knew about it one by one.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly, Wang Meng's death, the removal of eyeliner, the moment Murong Chong sat in the prefect's mansion, he finally felt a little bit of freedom.

"You're in a daze by yourself again." Xian'a had just cleaned up the room and came to call him, and saw him sitting in the hall alone, thinking about something, Xian'a originally didn't want to disturb him, but she faintly felt that Murong Chong didn't feel good at the moment, so he could only speak to call his mind back.

Murong Chong watched her enter the room, got up and walked to her, took her hand, and said softly: "Xian, you know, I am very happy now."

"Happy?" Xian'a was a little skeptical, because what she just saw was definitely not a happy feeling.

Murong Chong rubbed her head habitually, and pulled her out: "This prefect's mansion is indeed much better than our previous one."

"But why do I think our previous one is better." Xian'a retorted softly.

Murong Chong smiled and didn't speak any more, but it seemed that Xian'a's rebuttal didn't affect his good mood at all.

The two walked quietly for a while, and Ping Yi came to interrupt the good time. Fortunately, Murong Chong was in the right mood at the moment, so he didn't give him a supercilious look this time, and asked Xian A not to wait for him to eat dinner, and then Ping Yi left .

Standing in the courtyard, looking at his figure walking away, Xian'a felt as if it was a farewell for a while, she couldn't help but ran two steps to catch up, but she still stopped herself in time, because she knew that even if it was a farewell, It was also the choice Murong Chong wanted in his heart.

Zhao Hua was standing at the door of the study room waiting for Murong Chong. Seeing him walking over with the hem of his clothes dangling, Zhao Hua had to admit that even though he had seen Murong Chong many times, he would still be amazed by his appearance, because Murong Chong He was in a period of great change, and his feelings seemed to change every time, and he couldn't tell what the changes were, but one thing was certain: he was indeed getting colder and colder.

Murong Chong still had his usual smile: "Mr. Zhao, it's been a long time."

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and the young master has become more and more handsome." Zhao Hua said with a smile.

Murong Chong smiled, and the two exchanged pleasantries and stepped into the study.