Phoenix Phoenix Zhi E Fang

Wang Meng returned with credit for stabilizing the situation in the north. So far, Qin has basically unified the north.Compared with the increasingly cheerful former Qin Dynasty, the Eastern Jin regime can be said to be precarious.

Therefore, in the past few days, Fu Jian came to Murong Chong's place more and more frequently, Murong Chong has long been used to it, and he can speak nicely to him, but Fu Jian still hasn't seen him smile.

Fu Jian sat down beside Murong Chong, and already skillfully hugged him into his arms, stroked him lightly, and said, "Spring is almost over, and it's going to be hot. It just so happens that there's nothing going on in the palace these few days. How about we go hunting in Yecheng?"

"To Yecheng?"

"Why, not happy?"

"No, I just don't know what it's like there." Murong Chong said and wanted to break free from Fu Jian's arms.

Fu Jian had already seen through his movements, and took advantage of the situation to press him under him, kissing his face lightly and saying, "So, how about I accompany you to see it? Don't worry, it will be exactly the same as what you remember. "

However, under his oppression, Murong Chong has no answer.

From Chang'an City to Ye City, the team traveled leisurely for more than ten days.Murong Chong and Princess Qinghe were in the same carriage, and Fu Jian's carriage was in front of them, and Fu Jian would occasionally summon the two of them to serve.

Murong Chong looked down at the book in his hand, and kept silent with his former elder sister all the way. They were no longer the siblings they used to be. Now he is Fu Jian's molester. No matter how painful his heart is, he can only hide it sadly. Get up and wait for the day when Fu Jian will repay her, and she has become Fu Jian's woman through and through.He and her, from relatives to enemies.

However, do you think this kind of thing is rare? In the face of the war, there are already no relatives, no family and country. In order to survive, Murong Chui led Qin soldiers to attack his own country.Then what is Murong Chong?The lost country of Yan was no longer his home country, and the meaning of life seemed to be only revenge.

Yes, revenge, but where is the road to revenge?

Murong Chong raised his head from the book and let out a long sigh.

"Fenghuang, are you unable to forgive Elder Sister again?" Princess Qinghe finally spoke while looking at his profile, with tears in her eyes that were about to fall.

"Sister is too worried."

"You grew up beside me, don't I know you?"

Murong Chong finally turned his head to look her directly in the eyes and said: "That's all in the past, it's different now, I used to think I knew you enough, sister, but now I can't guess you at all Besides, my situation is completely different from yours now, sister, do you really understand me?"

Princess Qinghe stopped talking, and Murong Chong never looked up at her.

In just six months, everything has changed.However, this idea was withdrawn when Murong Chong saw the familiar scene in Yecheng, and only we, the sad people who were forced to leave our country, changed...

Fu Jian really didn't lie to him, everything in Yecheng was the same as what he remembered, there was no trace of war left in the houses and streets, and there was no sorrow on the faces of the people, these were both familiar and strange at the same time.

As a prince, his entire childhood memories are almost of the palace under the towering city wall. Only two years before Yan died, he went out of the palace with his brother. The scene seems to be better than Qianyan.

These people may have never experienced the so-called pain of subjugation. For them, as long as they can live a good life, it doesn't matter whether it is Qin or Yan.It was the same for him, the rise and fall of the Yan Kingdom could no longer cause any disturbance to him, all he wanted was revenge, revenge against Fu Jian.

When Murong Chong was in a trance for a short while, someone had already served the table full of food.Fu Jian watched him looking out of the window, but his eyes drifted away. He put some vegetables into his bowl, and tapped the rim of his bowl lightly.

The crisp voice brought back Murong Chong Feiyuan's thoughts, he lowered his head and silently picked up the chopsticks to eat.

Fu Jian only thought that he was sad about returning to his homeland, so he didn't take his silence to heart. While picking up vegetables for Murong Chong, he said: "I heard that there is a good hunting place near Yecheng. You can go shopping in the next few days." Now, let's go hunting."

"Then go hunting directly." Murong Chong didn't raise his head, and ate the food in the bowl naturally.

"Why? It's rare to come here, don't you want to take a good look around?"

"No need, I didn't have much impression of Yecheng at first, but now I have seen it."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Fu Jian chuckled.

The hunting ground near Yecheng was when the national strength of the Yan Kingdom was stable, and around this time of the year was the day when the nobles in the palace came here in large numbers. Murong Chong had naturally been there, but he was still young at that time, so he could only watch others watching Hunting in the forest, I was extremely envious.Once I saw my uncle Murong Chui's heroic posture in fighting a tiger with his own eyes, and his admiration increased.Finally waited until the age to be able to mount a horse, but the country of Yan was already in danger from internal and external troubles.

Due to the split within the Yan State regime and the frequent wars in recent years, this area has long been settled by people nearby or those who fled, living off some fields and hunting in the mountains.

Before Fu Jian came here, he specifically asked not to disturb the lives of the nearby people, so they only surrounded half of the mountain, and the other side was still for the people to hunt freely.

A group of troops stopped at the foot of the mountain mightily, Murong Chong got off the carriage and went straight to the camp that had been set up for them, and changed into his riding attire.

Fu Jian looked at him with a smile, only to realize that he couldn't take his eyes off him. He was dressed in dark blue riding attire, which further complemented his handsome features and outstanding temperament.When Murong Chong got on his horse, he drove the horse over to stand side by side with him, and said with a smile: "There is a rule for hunting with me, do you know?"

"What rules?" Murong Chong asked.

"If you hunt more prey than me and you win, you must give me a certain amount of compensation. If you are not satisfied with the compensation, then you are committing a crime. But if you lose to me, you will be punished."

Murong Chong laughed lightly and said: "Then no matter what, the king has earned it."

"The rules I set up, naturally I can't let myself suffer."

"Then let's hear what the compensation is, and what is the punishment?"

"I'll tell you when the hunting result is decided." After finishing speaking, Fu Jian smiled slyly, and galloped forward, "I'll be one step ahead!"