The chamberlain nodded and said with a smile: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Fu Jian kept his eyes on the girl, holding Princess Qinghe's hand and pulling her towards the bed. The girl struggled and said softly: "No...no..."

Fu Jian frowned and said, "What? You want to resist?"

Princess Qinghe shed tears, shook her head and said: "I am willing to serve the king, but I want to ask the king for something."

Fu Jian frowned and said nothing. Princess Qinghe said: "I just ask the king to send someone to rescue my brother Fenghuang'er. He is hiding under the rockery where I live and dare not come out. I am worried that he will freeze to death. Please.

."

Fu Jian laughed loudly and said: "So that's what happened. Don't worry, I will send someone to rescue him. You don't have to be afraid. As long as you surrender to me, Da Qin, you will all live and live well. You

My younger brother will also live a good life and serve me well, and I will give you the greatest preferential treatment."

…

Murong Chui stood in the darkness of the terrace, his eyes looking at the streets of Yecheng, where there was chaos. The drunken laughter was mixed with the sounds of crying and begging for mercy. Those were the soldiers of the Qin State who were looking for

Have fun and enjoy the privileges of the victor.

From the moment he entered Yecheng and followed Fu Jian's horse into this familiar city, Murong Chui's mood was very complicated. He originally thought he would have the pleasure of revenge, but he was wrong. Look.

The moment he arrived at the familiar street market and became familiar with the city tower, his heart tightened and became depressed.

In just over a year, he only left here for more than a year. His homeland has been destroyed, and the foundation of the Xianbei Murong family has collapsed. He, Murong Chui, a Xianbei royal family who was forced to defect to Qin, now follows the Qin people.

When Tie He returned to his hometown, his heart was naturally filled with complicated emotions that were beyond words.

While standing in the main hall of the Yecheng Palace, watching the familiar royal ministers kowtow in front of Fu Jian and shouting "Your Majesty", Murong Chui felt a great sense of disgust in his heart. A group of bereaved dogs now had to fight for Fu Jian.

He crawled alive at the feet of the conqueror, acting flattering and disgusting.

As for myself, this may not be the case.

Not long ago, they came to see themselves. To be precise, they wanted to pray for themselves to intercede for them in front of Fu Jian and save their lives. Those who had followed Murong Wei and Murong Ping to frame them now came to beg for themselves again.

Murong Chui hated them, but he also pitied them.

He wanted to kick them out and not want to see them again, but he didn't do that after all.

Just now, the doctor ordered Gao Bi to say something to him, which made Murong Chui's heart even more uneasy.

"Your Majesty, you are destined to be born in this world, and you have encountered an unreasonable fate. You are in a miserable state, and the difficulties are coming. The apocalypse gathering, the spiritual life is temporarily transferred. This is the beginning of the great changes, the beginning of the dragon's transformation. I sincerely hope that you will be kind and compassionate."

Comfort it. The strategy of a high-ranking scholar must keep the customary rules in mind, and only when the net leaks and swallows the boat, in order to promote the meaning of raising buds; to accept the old ministers' horses, in order to become a mountain, why donate them in anger? Stealing is not a great king.

Pick."

Gao Bi's words were very clear. Although Murong Chui was framed and had to defect to Qin, he was still a Xianbei and a member of the Murong clan. Now that his homeland is in ruins, what he has to do is not to despise these old friends, but to be kind.

Treat them with comfort.

‘Accept the old ministers’ armour, in order to make contributions to the mountain’

Murong Chui smacked these words and stood quietly in the darkness, watching the chaos and noise on the streets of the city.

The cold wind mixed with snowflakes hit his weathered and resolute face, blew into his open fur coat, and fell on his neck. It was biting and cold, as cold as a knife.

But Murong Chui's heart was burning hot, and a scalding fire was slowly rising and burning in his heart.
Chapter completed!