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Murong Chong looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar palace in front of him, and thought of an old friend, his elder sister.

"I heard that Fu Jian massacred the Xianbei people in Chang'an City before, but are there any survivors?" Murong Chong asked a palace servant who was about to retreat from his side.

"The Xianbei people in the entire Chang'an city have not escaped..." The palace man knelt on the ground, tremblingly answering this question.

"So, are you dead?" Murong Chong muttered to himself, and then asked: "Where are those corpses?"

"They were all buried on a mountain west of Chang'an City."

"Forget it, let's go down."

The palace people fled out of the door as if they were being pardoned.

Murong Chong shook his head, not allowing himself to think about these things again, people who have already broken up, what else is there to pay homage to.But he felt ironic in his heart, even if he was deeply loved, he was chopped under the knife, and in the end even the corpses had to be piled up with thousands of people.

The palace didn't seem to have been affected by any war, and the palace people were still doing things in an orderly manner. As soon as the sky darkened, the lanterns in the corridor were lit one by one. Murong Chong stood on the long steps, watching the distant flames one by one flickering.

A huge pain surged up instantly, suppressing him almost unable to breathe.

His mind was blank.

It took him a long time to find his consciousness and hear the noisy cicadas in his ears.

Back in the house, the palace people stood on both sides with bowed heads, and there were piles of letters and official documents on the case table.

Murong Chong sighed, walked to the desk, and dealt with the incidents he had piled up.

In a pile of letters, a very familiar font came into his eyes, and Murong Chong was at a loss for a moment, or he just realized the extent of his feelings for Xian'a.

When he understood, thinking of Xian'a's sincerity towards him, he couldn't help but feel guilty, she was destined to be unable to give what she wanted.After going through so many things, Murong Chong realized that the blood and killing that he had been trying to control himself was originally engraved on his bones.

For him, the things that Xian Ah hasn't changed for so many years are more like a kind of comfort to himself, this kind of comfort can calm him down temporarily, but now, Murong Chong doesn't want this kind of comfort anymore.

Everything changed, Qin State fell, and Fu Jian also died.

He succeeded, it was obviously a successful revenge, but the only revenge that supported him to live no longer exists, and all the pain returned to his body, and all the wounds on his body seemed to be aching. Remind him again and again that the shame he has suffered can never be erased.

So the consolation suddenly became ridiculous.

Murong Chong didn't read the letter after all, he left Xian'a in Efang Palace.I don't want her to see her shadow in Chang'an City.

For a long time, finally*.

The court on the first day was a little chaotic.

Some people said that since the state of Qin was broken, they should go back to their homeland of the state of Yan and should not stay in Chang'an City anymore.

As soon as he said it, he immediately got a lot of people's response.

They were originally Xianbei people recruited in the name of Murong Chong's return to the country. Now that the war has been won, they should return to their hometown.

Murong Chong waved his hands calmly, calming them down, and said: "This matter is very important, we need to discuss it in a long-term way, besides, you two are arguing like this, can there be any result?"

Everyone quieted down, and finally stopped holding on to this question, and began to discuss the next question.

But Murong Chong was still thinking about this matter, he was naturally unwilling to go back to Ye City, Murong Chui had already rebuilt the Yan Kingdom in Ye City, if he wanted to join in the fun, he would either surrender voluntarily or face each other with swords.

Voluntary surrender, of course Murong Chong will not do it. He has put in so much effort to take down Chang'an City, and the country he finally built, if he voluntarily surrenders, he will only be reduced to someone else's sword.Moreover, most of those people in Yecheng had personally seen his humiliating past, and they all despised and disdained him.

With swords facing each other, Murong Chui's military prowess is naturally rare, and Murong Chong knows that he is no match for him.

Chang'an City is naturally the best place.

But he wanted to stay, but his subordinates were unwilling.Most of them look forward to returning to their hometown.

Therefore, this matter dragged on for several months until the end of the year.

After the new year, the people under Murong Chong couldn't help it anymore. They found Murong Chong together and said: "The Xianbei people have lived in the north of the Yellow River for generations, and they gathered in Guanzhong. One is to rescue the late Emperor Yan and his relatives and friends. To avenge the subjugation of the country, now that the state of Qin has been broken, why is your majesty Panheng Guanzhong? I have been thinking about it for a few days, and I hope that your majesty will bring my people back to my hometown."

Murong Chong also understood that he couldn't drag on like before, and said directly: "Back to Yecheng? Now Yecheng has been occupied by my uncle, is there a place for you to stay? How many generals and soldiers have we sacrificed for the land of Chang'an, just like that Regardless of their lives, leave here and return to Yecheng?"

"But Chang'an is not a place to stay forever."

"There's no need to say any more, I've made up my mind." Murong Chong left after finishing speaking.

These people still stood in place, looking at each other. After a long time, they reached an agreement tacitly...

It was February in Chang'an, and the weather was still a bit cold. Murong Chong got up from the warm quilt, and the palace servants next to him immediately put on clothes for him. Since he took revenge, he had never held a sword again. They all quickly became weak, and the cool morning wind couldn't help but make him shiver slightly.

After tidying up, they arrived at the court hall, but no one knelt down and shouted "Long live", they all stood below with swords.He could see soldiers in full armor standing outside the palace.

Murong Chong didn't panic, he naturally sat down on the chair symbolizing supreme power, and said with a sneer: "You know that inside the palace gates, except for the first-class guards, it is forbidden to bring weapons."

A person stood up and said: "That is the rule set by His Majesty. If His Majesty dies, this rule will no longer exist."

Murong Chong sneered: "Sure enough, a person who kills his master once will definitely not be afraid of the second time."

Murong Chong still didn't stand up, those soldiers rushed in and immediately filled the empty palace.

The left general Han Yan waved his hand, and dozens of soldiers immediately rushed to the high ranks and pressed Murong Chong on the chair.

Murong Chong frowned dissatisfied, and said: "You can ask your people to let go, I don't like others touching me, and I have no plans to do anything."

Han Yan waved his hand again, and the soldiers let go, but they were still standing beside Murong Chong, holding the sword hilt at his waist with one hand, to guard against Murong Chong's movement.

But Murong Chong didn't move at all, until Han Yan pierced the cold sword into his belly, he didn't move...

As the blood flowed, Murong Chong could feel that his body was gradually losing temperature. He watched those people holding his jade seal, watched them embrace a new king, and saw the sky hovering in the distance. Pigeon, he also saw himself more than ten years ago, still a teenager, kneeling timidly, bowing his head...

"Head up," said a voice.

The boy slowly raised his head.

Murong Chong was no longer seen...

Three years later

All over the world are in the midst of wars one after another, with hundreds of names living in dire straits, and only one remote village, peaceful as if isolated from the rest of the world.

A woman is dressed as a young woman and works in the field, but her face is still as young as a girl.

Seemingly tired, she stopped to wipe off her sweat, and looked at the boy playing with mud by the side of the field. The boy was about three or four years old, with his hair tied behind his head, and he could clearly see the delicate facial features. A little cold, very much like his father.

The boy seemed to feel his mother's gaze, raised his head to look at the woman and smiled sweetly, and said, "Mother."

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