The Lord of Qin, Fu Jian, dressed in yellow robes, was striding toward the harem with anger.
Fu Jian was strong and strong, but of course he loved women. His harem was filled with beauties from all tribes.
It can be said that it has all kinds of flavors, but his favorite is Xianbei's number one beauty, the famous Princess Qinghe.
So why does Princess Qinghe stand out among so many beauties?
Naturally, there are advantages.
In addition to her beautiful appearance, which is like a hibiscus emerging from the water, Qinghe also has an outstanding figure. If she is too tall, she will be too fat, and if she is too thin, she will be too thin.
It’s so symmetrical!
Not only that, but the gentle voice like a nightingale is so soft and waxy that when a man listens to it, his soul will float away!
Since Qing He entered the palace, Fu Jian has been floating like this all the time. In addition, Qing He's younger brother, Murong Chong, who is also fair and tender, has a boy and a girl, a sister and a brother. Fu Jian is hugging him from left to right, and others can't get in at all.
One foot!
However, now, everything has changed!
Fu Jian's footsteps were still heading towards Qinghe's dormitory, but what he brought with him was not tenderness, but anger!
The kind that can burn through everything!
"King!"
"My lord, slow down!"
"We have something to discuss!"
"discuss?"
"Boxiu, you are still begging for that bitch?"
Fu Jian's fierce eyes were like sharp arrows. Just one glance back seemed to be able to penetrate a person's body!
Fu Rong swallowed his saliva, helpless.
Why is he so angry now?
I remember when the ministers requested orders and suggested that Fu Jian send the Qinghe siblings out of the palace, he would not listen to them even if they were dead or alive.
Now you want to kill again?
Fu Jian has always had such a character, with a clear distinction between love and hate. When he falls in love with someone, he covers his ears and eyes and loses all five senses.
Therefore, when he hates someone, he feels like a torment is about to come, his heart is filled with pain, and he is filled with hatred to the core of his bones. No matter how much others try to persuade him, he still cannot listen to a word.
To put it bluntly, Fu Jian was just a completely self-willed person who acted arbitrarily. As the leader of Di Qin, he did whatever he wanted to do. If he said it made sense, it made sense.
He can change his mind whenever he wants, and no one can control it.
Fu Jian is about to start a killing spree!
Qinghe’s death day has come!
The long knife on Fu Jian's waist was already making a clanging sound. The sword, which had been soaked in blood all year round, had not been nourished for too long!
It's screaming!
Kill it!
Kill it!
Fu Jian was furious. Even though Fulong followed him and tried to persuade him, he still couldn't listen to a word.
At this moment, the anger of hatred finally defeated the greed for beauty.
Over the years, many ministers expressed their sincere words and persuasion, hoping that Fu Jian could alienate these two Xianbei monsters.
However, Fu Jian turned a deaf ear to them all.
And now, he finally picked up the butcher's knife!
Fu Rong tried to persuade her, but her voice became quieter and quieter.
Qinghe's death, isn't it a good thing for Di Qin?
Why is he still trying to persuade me?
Those collections of classics and history were a disaster to him. He read too many books on weekdays, and actually made him, a brave general who conquered the Qin Dynasty, into an advanced figure who paid attention to morality.
Why did Fulong stop Fu Jian from killing Qinghe?
It's not that I pity her for being a prostitute, and I feel that the mistakes Murong Chui and the others made should not involve her.
In fact, in the minds of traditional people, there is no need to care about so many rules. Kill is kill, hate is hate. Fu Jian is just a bad wolf covered in morality!
Being so crazy now is just showing his true colors.
Fu Jian finally ran to the door of the palace and drew his sword out of its sheath. The anger in his heart did not weaken at all, and his eyes burst out with blood-red light!
"King!"
"Your Majesty, please think twice!"
The sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the distance, and Shi Daoan trotted over. The sand robe on his body was not neat, and he didn't bother to tidy it up.
"Daoan, what are you doing here?"
Although Shi Daoan's arrival did not suppress Fu Jian's murderous intention, it successfully made him temporarily stop his actions.
"Your Majesty, God is kind to you. If your Majesty hates Qinghe, just let her leave the palace. I think there is no need to kill her."
Killing, for an enlightened monk like Shi Daoan, is simply a bottom line that cannot be touched.
Besides, there is absolutely no need to do this!
In the early years, the officials wrote letters one after another, warning Fu Jian to abandon the Qinghe siblings, but he just couldn't listen. But now, if he wanted to kill them with his own hands, wouldn't it be a slap in the face to himself?
Fu Jian respectfully released Dao'an. He had always listened to what he said, but this time, he did not put down the long knife in his hand.
"Daoan, this is my family matter!"
It was not Fu Jian's remarks about family matters that prompted Shi Dao'an to retreat, but his fierce eyes. He had never seen such eyes in the more than ten years since Shi Daoan defected to Fu Jian!
The God of Death is coming again, who dares to stop him?
On the other side, in the bedroom, Princess Qinghe was still sitting in front of the dressing table, not moving at all.
The noise outside the palace had already reached her ears, and even the maid beside her had already gone to who knows where.
Fu Jian is murderous. If his anger is affected, everyone may die. As long as he has legs, who can resist running away?
Maybe, except Qinghe.
The bronze mirror reflected Qinghe's still young and beautiful face. However, in her young life, she had experienced too many twists and turns and too much suffering.
The only reason I can persist to this day is because I don’t have the courage to die. I also hope that I can provide a little blessing to my tribe with my own efforts.
As members of the Xianbei royal family, whether it was Murong Chong or Murong Chui, they probably took the responsibility for the destruction of the country and the family on themselves.
Qinghe endured the humiliation and stayed by Fu Jian's side just because he wanted to give the Xianbei people a slightly more stable life by being indifferent to him.
Over the years, Qinghe has done very well, and the Xianbei people have indeed become the best living group among the many foreign races under Fu Jian.
But now, all this hypocrisy seems to be coming to an end.
"Bitch!"
"come out!"
Fu Jian is here, Fu Jian is holding a knife and coming over menacingly!
Facing the coming crisis, Qinghe felt no fear. What's the use of being afraid?
During her years in Di Qin, she had already realized this truth.
In the face of countless difficulties and obstacles, fear is the most unnecessary emotion and will not help in changing the status quo.
The real solution is to face it!
Fu Jian appears!
No one could ignore the hatred in his eyes. Qinghe stood up, his long black hair falling down like an elf.
Although Fulong and the others couldn't stop Fu Jian, they still followed in.
Even if Qinghe has to be executed, there must be a decent way!
Qinghe's fearless expression actually gave him a sense of holiness. Fulong was not a person who loved beauty, so he couldn't help but be amazed by Qinghe at this moment.
"Bitch, do you know why you want to die?"
As soon as the words came out, the steel knife in Fu Jian's hand pointed directly at Qinghe's chest. At this time, Fulong and the others had just noticed that Qinghe was specially wearing a plain white shirt and skirt today.
Did she foresee her ending in advance?
Ready?
"Murong Chui and Murong Chong have both run away!"
"You're going to die too!"
"I cannot see Xianbei people in the harem!"
"go to hell!"
Fu Jian's long sword was about to be raised as he spoke, but at this moment, Shi Dao'an stepped forward and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Qinghe is guilty, and his crime deserves to be punished. However, considering that she is a woman, Dao'an begs your Majesty,
You can force him to commit suicide!"
"Your Majesty, Dao'an is right. Such a bitch is dead when she dies. Why let her blood stain my Di Qin's palace?"
Under Fu Rong, several more ministers stood up and agreed. Fu Jian's movements stopped. To kill, or not to kill?
Qinghe scratched his neck, showing no intention of begging for mercy. The anger in Fu Jian's heart rose instead of falling. The woman who had always been submissive in front of him actually looked at him with such contempt. This made the hero (who thought he was) angry.
Fu Jian, how can you endure this?
"Is there anything else you want to say?"
Fu Jian's tone became a little calmer, and Shi Daoan and others let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that the matter had eased.
Fulong directed the young eunuch to quickly fetch a piece of white silk, maybe it would be needed later.
They are all men, and they all have some sympathy for their beauty. With such a beautiful face, if blood splatters on the spot like this, it will always make people feel a little bit regretful.
It would be better to let her go clean.
"If you want to kill, just kill!"
"You don't have to plead for me anymore, don't you all want to drive me away?"
"Isn't it time to fulfill your wish?"
Ever since she learned that Murong Chui and Murong Chong had escaped from Xiangyang City, Qinghe had already foreseen her own fate. They all ran away. Did she still have a reason to live?
Of course not. However, what Qinghe couldn't understand was that Murong Chong acted lightly and indulgently, so why did Murong Chui do the same?
There are so many Xianbei tribesmen in the city, is it possible that he is willing to abandon them?
There is a long distance between Chang'an and Xiangyang. It is impossible for the Xianbei people in the city to overcome many obstacles to join Murong Chui. By then, won't they become a living target for Di Qin?
Qinghe couldn't figure it out, but now there was no time left for her to continue thinking about this problem.
Fu Jian went completely crazy!
He raised his knife and struck Qinghe's delicate arm in the air!
He remembered that back then, he was confused by this face, and now, he wanted to destroy this face with his own hands!
The tip of the knife points downward, slashing!
Fu Rong watched helplessly as the situation took a turn for the worse in front of him, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't rush forward and block Qinghe's knife!
Shi Daoan, on the other hand, just slowly closed his eyes and recited a passage of scripture silently.
Qinghe sneered, and then her thin arm went straight up, and her weak little hand actually grabbed the tip of the knife!
Poof!
Blood gushes out of her mouth, and Fu Jian's long knife, which he intended to kill Qinghe, was inserted directly into her chest!
This was not Fu Jian's original intention, he wanted to chop her face!
Cut it off in half at least!
This can relieve the hatred in his heart!
However, Qinghe did not give him this opportunity.
Isn't it just death?
Although she is a weak woman, she is not afraid of death!
On the day when the Yan Kingdom was destroyed, she had already died!
In her opinion, Di Qin's land has long been stained with blood, and there is no clean place. Yet these cruel animals are still worried that her blood will stain their hands.
How ridiculous!
How shameless!
It's fine now, so they don't have to worry about it.
She ended her own life and ended up clean!
After the initial shock, Fu Jian laughed ferociously.
"Throw it in the backyard!"
The capricious Fu Jian, as if all the love he had in the past no longer existed, ruthlessly drew out his long knife.
There was still the beauty's blood on the tip of the knife, but he actually took off the scabbard and threw it to the ground with a clang.
"Throw it together!"
Without the support of the long sword, Qinghe fell to the ground, limp like a puppet with its strings cut off.
Fulong hurriedly stepped forward, found a few guards, and carried Qinghe's body onto the cart. Fu Jian said it was lost, but he did not dare to disobey.
But we can’t really just leave it in the backyard for thousands of people to watch.
So, he took several guards to the backyard of the dormitory and found a peach tree. Many years ago, Fulong had heard that Qinghe liked this peach tree in the courtyard of the dormitory the most.
It gave her helpless, prisoner-like life a glimmer of vitality.
The guards were busy digging a hole, while Fulong lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Qinghe's pale face.
Qinghe was lying on the ground. His plain white clothes had almost no trace of dirt, except for a round bloody hole on his chest.
The bright red color is like a blooming plum blossom.
Why can't Fulong feel any relief when the enemy he always hated is now dead?
Instead, you feel a chill?
Fu Jian's madness today is not without reason.
Today finally came the news about the battle situation in Xiangyang City. For some reason, the news that should have arrived long ago was much later than scheduled.
As a result, for a long time, Fu Jian was immersed in the illusion that Jingling City had been destroyed and that he could immediately send his troops south.
However, when he opened the battle report, Fu Jian immediately went crazy!
Not only was Jingling City not captured, but Xiangyang City, which had been tightly controlled by Di Qin for a long time, was also lost!
The two generals Fu Rui and Liang Cheng were all killed by the Jin generals. The Qin army suffered numerous casualties, and not even a few soldiers were lucky enough to escape back to the Qin territory!
The Qin army was defeated!
Such a complete defeat!
What was most difficult for Fu Jian to accept was not the defeat of the Qin soldiers, but Murong Chui's escape!
With the Xianbei Legion, their uncle and nephew actually abandoned the city like this!
Ran!
Slip away!
Fu Jian was furious. After beheading Qinghe, Fu Jian extended his butcher knife to other Xianbei people in the city.
There were not many ministers in the main hall, only his younger brother Fulong, whom he regarded as his think tank.
"Send the order, all Yulin troops will be dispatched, and all the Xianbei people in the city will be imprisoned and no one is allowed to move without permission!"
People can't help but be surprised. Fu Jian, who was crazy, still had a trace of sanity. He didn't kill all the Xianbei people in the city with a knife, which is already commendable.
Based on this, Fulong was slightly relieved, but then, his worries came to mind again.
"Your Majesty, if you do this, I'm afraid it will scare off the enemy!"
Fulong hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to speak out. The danger was approaching step by step, and he really couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb anymore!
In fact, maybe it's too late to stop it now.
Qinghe is dead, and the two Xianbei generals Murong Chui and Murong Chong are missing. The Xianbei people in the city have long been upset.
At such a tense moment, imprisoning the Xianbei people collectively is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. Not to mention that with the current military strength of Chang'an City, it is simply impossible to control all the Xianbei people.
Even if they can barely do it, the Xianbei people are all good at fighting. How can they sit still and wait for death?