Murong Chui's brows raised unconsciously, and his right hand subconsciously grasped the handle of the golden knife tightly. This subtle change in his expression was immediately clearly visible to Wang Meng.
Wang Meng smiled and said: "It seems that this golden sword has a special meaning for Brother Murong Xian. Seeing that you always carry this sword with you, could it be Brother Xian's family heirloom?"
Murong Chui secretly thought, it seems that Wang Meng is interested in this golden sword. If he doesn't give it to him, he really won't be able to get off the stage today. In full view of everyone, this is a serious disrespect. I'm afraid he won't be able to pass the current test. Simply give him the golden sword first
Give it to him. It is expected that even if Wang Meng is an unparalleled hero, there is no way he would know that this is an agreement between himself and his son.
Thinking of this, Murong Chui sighed and his expression became sad: "To be honest, this thing was my little brother's token of love back then. Back then, my little brother's ex-wife Duan married me. The couple was originally harmonious and loving, but
I was framed by the Empress Dowager Kezuhun and Taiwei Murong Ping, who falsely accused my wife of practicing witchcraft and was imprisoned. In the end, my wife committed suicide in prison in order not to implicate my younger brother. And this golden sword was our life-long commitment back then.
The love tokens exchanged at that time, gambling on things and remembering people, can be regarded as my last thoughts for my deceased wife."
Wang Meng was surprised and said: "I didn't expect that this golden sword actually had such a sad and beautiful experience. In this case, I don't dare to steal my love from you."
Murong Chui shook his head, took off the golden knife from his belt, and handed it to Wang Meng: "Many years have passed since the incident, and my son from his ex-wife has grown up. There are people here, so there is no need for this thing to commemorate.
Today, I don’t have anything else on my body. Only this thing is special. Since my elder brother gave me all the gifts given by the king of heaven to me, what else can I be reluctant to part with? I gave this thing to my elder brother, and it can be regarded as the spirit of my deceased wife in heaven.
, thank you for taking care of my little brother over the years!"
Wang Meng smiled and took the golden sword and put it into his sleeve: "Okay, thank you very much for your love, brother. Today you and I are here to worship the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth, and also exchange tokens. As witnesses, all officials and generals,
I, Wang Meng, and Murong Chui are brothers from now on. We brothers will work together to support the Qin Dynasty, achieve hegemony, and be famous in history!" He said, raising the wine baron in front of him.
Murong Chui and everyone else raised their wine glasses and said in unison: "Together we will support the Qin Dynasty and our name will go down in history!"
Two hours later, Wang Meng stood on a high hill in the south of Chang'an City, looking at the long dragon-like torches, slowly moving eastward. The night wind blew, carrying the slogans and the neighing of the horses as the army marched in the distance.
All in your ears.
Fu Rong stood side by side with Wang Meng. He sighed: "This time Murong Chui led his troops to the south. It seems that our plan has failed. While my brother (Fu Pi) has not set off, I will go and explain to him right away.
He carries out our plans."
Wang Meng looked relaxed and shook his head: "It's not necessary. The King of Heaven didn't let you go this time because he didn't want us to harm Murong Chui in the army and miss the important military and national affairs. Originally, I would rather let the Jin people take advantage in the south, so
We want to get rid of the thief Murong Chui, but since the King of Heaven is so determined, we have to find another way."
Fu Rong frowned: "Is there any way to get rid of Murong Chui? He is sending his wife as a gift and showing his loyalty. The king of heaven is kind, so I am afraid he will not attack him. The most important thing is that there is no evidence!
"
Having said this, he sighed: "I just regret that our arrangement that night was a bit subtle. We should have directly targeted Murong Chui. The King of Heaven still believes in these warnings from heaven."
Wang Meng smiled slightly: "It's good to do this step. If it is too obvious, it will make the King of Heaven suspect that he is not someone we can fool easily. In fact, the King of Heaven is also worried about Murong Chui, but he did not show it before
It was not easy to attack him before, so what we have to do is to find out the evidence of Murong Chui's rebellion, and then give him a fatal blow. No matter how kind the king is, he cannot tolerate rebellion!"
Fu Rong gritted his teeth: "Then continue to make a fuss about the military, or simply sell his military information to the Jin State and let them destroy Murong Chui. The Xianbei soldiers only have more than 30,000 soldiers, and the Jin State's Jingzhou Army has ten
Tens of thousands, as long as we do something, Murong Chui will definitely be defeated!"
Wang Meng shook his head, a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Murong Chui is a famous general in the world. Even if he faces 200,000 Jin troops, he will not fall into despair. He knows that we will harm him, so he will be careful to take precautions. Even if it's
I'm supervising the battle from behind, so I'm afraid I can't hurt him. After all, the King of Heaven is aware of this and won't let us mess around, so our breakthrough is not with Murong Chui, but here!"
As he spoke, he shook his right hand, and the golden sword in his sleeve was suddenly in his hand. He smiled slightly, and took out the sword from its sheath. Under the moonlight, the blade began to reflect a light blue light, like a
Wang Bishui, and some Xianbei characters on the blade shone brightly, catching the eyes of the two of them.
Wang Meng smiled and read: "This sword was given to my son Murong Ba in the sixth year of Xiankang."
Fu Rong murmured: "In the fourth year of Xiankang (AD 340)? That was forty years ago. Murong Chui was only a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old at that time. This sword was given to him by his father Murong Hui.
of?"
Wang Meng nodded and said seriously: "Yes, back then he was called Murong Ba. When he was thirteen years old, he led the army and defeated Goguryeo. And Murong Huang specially made this golden sword as a gift. This story, I
He asked someone to find out a long time ago, and he even lied to me that this was some kind of token of love for his late wife. He didn’t even think about it, there were words on the knife, and the story of the golden knife giving a son is so famous, how could he get away with it? "
Fu Rong's brows widened and he said with a smile: "Yes, his father gave it to him, and it should be an heirloom of the Murong family. He was reluctant to give it to Lu Gong. Murong Chui was treacherous and even wanted a sword.
lie."
At this point, Fu Rong's expression suddenly changed: "Lu Gong, you said, the breakthrough is on the knife, what do you mean?"
Wang Meng sneered and said: "Yes, Murong Chui blatantly lied about the origin of this knife. From the moment I saw this knife, his attitude was extremely unnatural. I think this is not just to commemorate his dead father."
Fu Rong's eyes sparkled: "You mean, this is a token for him to contact Murong's old tribe and prepare to launch an army to rebel?"
Wang Meng frowned slightly: "It's hard to say now, but I can give it a try. Even if I can't contact other people named Murong, at least his son can command him. Now Murong Chui is leading the army, and the eldest son Murong is the one in the family.
Ling is guarding him. When the time comes, I will send a clever Xianbei man with this golden sword to make Murong Ling defect. Murong Chui must have made arrangements at home for this southern expedition. Since this sword is so important, it is probably
It was a keepsake when he communicated with his son. When Murong Ling defectes, it will be equivalent to Murong Chui's family rebelling. Hehe, can the King of Heaven let him go again?"
At this point, Wang Meng laughed loudly and said with high spirits: "Murong Chui, just wait to die!"