Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

There were many sundries of the former prefect piled up in the study room, before they had time to clean them up, Murong Chong piled them up in the corner indifferently to make room for his books.

Zhao Hua picked an empty seat and sat down, finished the greetings, and explained Jingcheng's affairs to Murong Chong.

Murong Chong nodded after hearing this, but did not speak. He looked at the table and was obviously thinking about something else. Zhao Hua didn't bother him. Finally, Murong Chong finally said: "Wang Meng is dead, we still need to wait how long?"

"Although Wang Meng is dead, the foundation of the Qin State is still there. Our strength is still so small. Any action we make now is equivalent to hitting a stone with an egg." Zhao Hua reminded softly.

"I know that," Murong Chong said as he tapped the table with his right index finger, "I mean what we should do now."

"Young Master, what do you mean?" Zhao Hua asked puzzled.

"What can a Jingcheng bring us? The imperial city is the key. Since Wang Meng is gone, the palace must be too busy to take care of itself now. There is no time to take care of things outside the palace. It is time for Ruyi to go to Chang'an..." Murong After Chong finished speaking, he looked up at Zhao Hua and suppressed the chill in his eyes.

Zhao Hua didn't notice anything, so he thought about it carefully: "Jingcheng is developing steadily now, but after all, its development is limited. What the young master said is true, we should let people go out to expand our power."

"In this case, let Ruyi go. She must know better than us how to gain a firm foothold."

Zhao Hua discussed the specific situation with Murong Chong, and then left. It was dusk, but he didn't stop in Pingyang City.

After Zhao Hua left, Murong Chong lit the lamp, called Pingyi, and pointed to the things piled up in the corner: "Burn them all."

Ping Yi looked at the records of major events that happened in Pingyang City in those things, and didn’t understand why they didn’t want them anymore, but the past two years had made Murong Chong’s training so he didn’t dare to ask why, so he nodded and asked someone to hug him once Go and burn.

Looking at the study that was finally cleaned up properly, Murong Chong picked up the pen and paper and practiced calligraphy as usual, but his mind was a little confused. For some reason, no matter how much he practiced his swordsmanship and martial arts every day for the past two years, there was no progress. I can feel the flaws when I swing the sword, but I can't change it.

When I saw Zhao Hua today, I suddenly remembered what he said two years ago. He said that his sword lacked hostility...

Murong Chong put down his pen, walked to the window, looked out the window at the new moon that had just risen into the sky, his eyes became colder and colder.Perhaps, I really need to let my sword see flesh and blood.Murong Chong thought to himself.

The sound of footsteps outside the house interrupted his thoughts, Murong rushed to the desk, picked up a pen, and pretended to continue practicing calligraphy.Sure enough, the door was knocked the next moment.

"Enter." Murong Chong responded.

The door was pushed open, and Xian'a came in with a plate, without saying hello to Murong Chong, she just sat on the side and ate.

Murong Chong looked at her and said with a smile, "Why is my study room turned into a dining room?"

Xian'a was eating without looking at him, and said: "I just suddenly feel that eating in the study is very good, the smell of rice and ink is so good, it's like eating all these books in my stomach Same."

Murong Chong smiled helplessly, knowing that she was talking angry, but didn't understand why she was angry, and didn't answer, just stood aside and wrote his own words silently.

Xian'a took a few mouthfuls and finally couldn't take it anymore, put down the bowl and chopsticks, walked up to Murong Chong, and said, "Aren't you going to say something?"

"say what?"

"Tell me what you are thinking these days, and tell me when you will be able to tell me what you are doing."

Murong Chong put down the pen in his hand, took her hand, and said softly: "I never concealed what I did from the beginning."

"I knew what you were going to do, but I never knew what you were doing."

"Because you don't need to know this, and it's not good for you to know, Xian, just like you said, you just need to know what I'm going to do, because everything I do is for this go."

Xian'a looked into Murong Chong's eyes and asked him: "But I want to know, I want to know why you are so absent-minded and don't think about eating and drinking."

Murong Chong just looked at her with a smile and didn't answer.

After a while, Xian'a could only lower her head and sigh, walked over silently, picked up her own plate, turned and left.

Murong Chong looked at her back, and the moment she was about to open the door, he said, "Xian, I know you are worried about my changes, but these changes have never been for you, nor will they change you in any way. "

Xian'a turned to look at him, and finally summoned up the courage to ask, "If you could choose between me and what you want to do, which one would you choose?"

Murong Chong didn't hesitate, and said softly, "The latter."

Xian'a didn't show anything, and then asked: "You will choose this way from the beginning, or now?"

"From the very beginning." Murong Chong still did not hesitate. Although he loves her, he can't lie to her, he must let her know how important this matter is to him.

Xian'a didn't ask any more questions, she nodded, then opened the door and walked out.Immediately after going out, he ran wildly. He couldn't let him know her crying and her tears, because he had never regretted his choice. If the thing he wanted was more important to him, then she would never I won't let him worry about himself anymore.

Murong Chong stared at the back of her fleeing, he knew the panic in her heart, he even forgot to turn around and close the door, or, at that time, she didn't dare to turn back, Murong Chong sighed, looked at the door and muttered He muttered: "If it wasn't for revenge, I might have ended my life with my own hands..." This sentence is so light that only he can hear it...

It was dark at night, and Murong Chong left the study and returned to the courtyard where they rested, where the lamp was still lit, and Xian'a's figure sitting in front of the lamp was reflected on the window.

The moment the door was pushed open, the figure in front of the lamp raised his head in response.Seeing that it was him, Xian Ah put down the needle and thread in her hand, walked up to him, and said with a smile: "You are so busy now, the water I let them boil is probably cold, wait a little longer, I will let someone burn some more. hot water."

Murong Chong wrapped his arms around her body who was about to go out, rested his head on her shoulder, and said softly: "No need, the weather is getting hot, I can use cold water."

Xian'a still disagreed: "How can that be done? It's not summer yet, so what if I get sick." Saying this, she wanted to break away from Murong Chong's embrace.

Murong Chong didn't let her go, he bit her ear lightly while talking, his warm breath sprayed on her ear, making her shudder: "But I miss you now, and I don't want you to go away..."