"Tomorrow, you will gather all the soldiers and remind them to be prepared. If there is any trouble among the Xianbei people, we will also take action!" Yao Chang stared at his son and said solemnly.
"Remember a word!"
What words?
Yao Xing approached his father, knelt down, and respectfully waited for Yao Chang's instructions.
Yao Chang let out a long sigh, grabbed the wine bowl from Yao Xing's hand, and drank the sweet wine in one gulp.
After a few ding-dong sounds, Yao Chang slammed the porcelain wine bowl to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
He licked his lips and said proudly: "We Qiang people will not leave Chang'an even if we are beaten to death!"
Some people plan to let the fortress be breached from the inside, some want to be the key households in Chang'an City, and some people even plan to find another way.
Dusk fell, and the Qin Palace, which had been chaotic and noisy during the day, finally calmed down, which was not easy.
Zhai Liao, a man from Ding Ling, walked out of a small or large house. There were not many pedestrians in the market. He looked at these hurried passers-by and sighed.
Don't blame me for being ruthless!
All for survival!
He murmured in his heart, and finally walked towards the imperial city casually!
"Your Majesty, as far as my subordinates know, that Xianbei old man Murong Wei is trying to do harm to Your Majesty!"
While others had retreated from the stage of history, Zhai Liao, a figure who usually did not attract much attention, suddenly came to Fu Jian's side and tried to get close to him.
At this moment, if Fulong was by his side, one could tell at a glance that Zhai Liao was harboring evil intentions. Unfortunately, now that Fulong was not around, Zhai Liao, a dark villain, had a place to come into play.
Fu Jian had just had a good night's sleep, and planned to beautifully lay out the march route to attack Jin and the types of troops he would equip.
Zhai Liao's arrival interrupted the work that had not officially started yet.
Fu Jian raised his head from the large map and narrowed his eyes at Zhai Liao.
"General Zhai, you must have evidence to say such a thing in front of me!"
Fu Jian was suspicious by nature, and although he usually pretended to be very pregnant, his innate temperament would never change.
He kept saying he wanted evidence, but in fact, even if there was no evidence, he was still half-convinced about the matter.
Even though Zhai Liao's fighting ability was average, when it came to understanding people's hearts, especially Fu Jian's, none of the leaders could compare with him.
"Of course my subordinates have evidence. Murong Wei is planning to enter the palace and assassinate the king!"
"Avenge Qinghe and pave the way for Xianbei's rebellion!"
A few words of understatement made Fu Jian unable to hold his nerve any longer.
"kill me?"
"Just because of him Murong Wei?"
Fu Jian smiled, and his smile was particularly contemptuous.
Well, well, well, it's not that Fu Jian doesn't believe this, it's that he really doesn't believe this person. In front of his eyes, Murong Wei's short, useless, and incompetent appearance appeared.
He's such a loser and you still want to kill him?
Is the world upside down, or is there no distinction between black and white?
Knowing that Fu Jian would not believe it, Zhai Liao could only increase the intensity of his deception: "Your Majesty, it's absolutely true!"
"My subordinates heard that there is an informant of Murong Wei in the inner palace, and he is planning to use his informant to murder the king!"
As for words, it can only be said at this level. This is Zhai Liao's limit. He doesn't know what Murong Wei's plan is exactly.
That's how it was originally. Murong Wei's plan was all whispered to Murong Hong. Not to mention Ding Ling, there were only a few of his own people within the Xianbei Army who knew about it.
Where can Zhai Liao get the news?
But there was such a rumor, so I copied the cat and painted the tiger, and painted it according to the thinking that the Xianbei people should have.
Anyway, Zhai Liao concluded that after this battle, the Xianbei people would never be able to continue to be like cattle and horses under Fu Jian's men!
The situation will definitely change, and he, Zhai Liao, must add another piece of firewood to this chaotic situation.
What he wants is Fu Jian's suspicion.
He doesn't care what the fate of the Xianbei people will be, as long as the situation can be temporarily calmed down, it will be chaotic again as soon as possible.
As a result, Fu Jian was not as easily tricked as he thought.
Fu Jian laughed: "Who is Murong Wei's spy?"
"Is it Qinghe?"
"I have killed her, General Zhai doesn't have to worry anymore!"
Speaking of eyeliners, besides these siblings, are there any other candidates?
In the early years, Fu Jian also knew that a lot of the news about him came from the Qinghe siblings, but at that time, he had an indifferent attitude.
The entire north is in his hands. It can be said that he can kill the leaders of these foreign races whenever he wants.
But why didn't he do this?
Isn’t it just for those worthless hero complexes?
From Fu Jian's point of view, he really enjoys the feeling of holding a person in the palm of his hand and having the final say whether life or death is all up to him.
The more you ask me to kill, the more I will not kill. Only in this way can you know who has the final say in Da Qin.
Relying on this little bit of exaggerated delusion, Fu Jian kept raising tigers to make trouble. He raised several big tigers, getting bigger and stronger.
"Your Majesty, it's not Qinghe, but someone else!"
"If your Majesty doesn't believe it, call Murong Wei over and ask him!"
Fu Jian's expression became slightly looser, which gave Zhai Liao hope. Great!
There is a door!
We must continue our efforts!
Fu Jian turned around, and Zhai Liao chased after him again: "Your Majesty, according to my subordinates, Murong Wei shouldn't have such thoughts!"
"Why should your Majesty keep him?"
Fu Jian's expression turned stern, and his big, chaotic head seemed to have been hit with a stick, and it suddenly became enlightened.
yes!
I give them good food and drink, but not only are they not loyal to me, they even want to get rid of me. I still have such a wolf-hearted person.
Are you waiting for the new year’s goods?
"Liu Taolin!"
"My subordinate is here!"
A strong man named Liu Taolin stepped forward. He was Fu Jian's most trusted thug, and he was the most vicious executioner!
As long as Liu Taolin takes action, no one can survive!
Under normal circumstances, whenever Fu Jian met with outsiders, whether they were Di people or people from other tribes, Liu Taolin would serve as a bodyguard and stand obediently behind Fu Jian.
If it weren't for his vulture-like cunning eyes that blinked from time to time, people wouldn't even notice that he was still there.
After following Fu Jian for many years, Liu Taolin has developed this skill.
Now, Fu Jian called him out again, and Liu Taolin already knew his mission before he opened his mouth.
"Bring Murong Wei to see me!"
"be quick!"
"Hush!"
Taolin accepted the order and turned around to leave. Zhai Liao watched him follow him. He had just arrived at the palace gate, but he could no longer see him!
What kind of skill is this?
Fly over the eaves and walk over the wall!
Under the dim moonlight, Zhai Liao vaguely felt that Liu Taolin jumped onto a roof tile, and then she couldn't keep up with him.
No wonder they kill without blood and come and go without a trace. Dare lovers never walk in peace!
Thinking of the legends in the harem, all the legendary events about Liu Taolin, how could he walk through walls, and how murderers always come and go without a trace.
Now that I think about it, no wonder no one can discover Liu Taolin's whereabouts. It turns out that he always kills people directly from above!
After killing, run away, who can catch him on the ground!
Thinking of what Murong Wei might do, Fu Jian was so angry that his hair stood on end!
After the incident was over, Fu Jian's anger had been successfully aroused. When he was not paying attention, Zhai Liao smeared oil on his soles and fled.
Before he could get far, he heard Fu Jian's barking yelling at his father and mother echoing in the empty hall.
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"Jingmao, it's too hasty to act tonight!"
Murong Wei stood in front of the window. The open window let in a slight breeze. Although the wind was not violent, it made people sober.
I suddenly became excited!
Murong Hong walked to him and looked at the moon in the sky with him. The moon was bright and clear, as if nothing that happened in the world could escape it.
"What's the rush?"
"It's better to catch the sun than to catch it, today is the day!"
The sound of Murong Wei banging on the window lattice was loud and full of a unique rhythm, and it also conveyed his inner anxiety.
The news has been spread, and according to the person who reported it, the insider has successfully received it.
However, Murong Wei could not decide when to act and what techniques to use.
Everything depends on the changes in the inner palace.
The more uncertain he was, the less stable his heart was. Therefore, Murong Wei couldn't eat or sleep, so he just stared out the window, even looking in the direction of the imperial city.
Under Murong Wei's sight, the eyes of almost all the soldiers in the Xianbei Army camp were shining brightly.
Tonight, no one sleeps!
Murong Wei's order has been transmitted to the camp, and everyone is waiting for the decisive moment. Once the signal is sent from the city, all Xianbei soldiers will rush out.
Get the upper hand!
Many people will ask, isn’t this whimsical?
The Xianbei army was not numerically superior, especially when Murong Chui fled and took some of his troops with him.
Those were all selected by Murong Chui personally, the elites of the Xianbei Army!
Do the Xianbei people, who are at a disadvantage, really want to use an egg to hit a stone?
Of course it’s impossible!
How old is Murong Wei now? How can he still be so naive?
He had already placed Xianbei spies outside the camp of Di Qin soldiers. Although he might not be able to defeat them, he could control them in advance.
As long as the situation changes, it will depend on the other tribes.
The Xianbei people throw bricks, the Qiang people are ready to take action, and the Ding Ling people are secretly causing trouble, will they still sit back and ignore it?
Murong Wei, who was anxiously waiting for the news, couldn't eat or sleep, and his heart couldn't settle down at all.
Murong Wei's mood was anxious and fearful. The longer time passed, the more dangerous he became. All kinds of tangled emotions were mixed together, making him look down on others and unwilling to speak.
Except for Murong Hong, his good brother who was regarded as a humerus, he sent all the rest of the people to the Xianbei camp.
One more person means more strength. Instead of letting them get in his way here, he might as well do something serious.
Contrary to the tense atmosphere in the Xianbei camp, no one in Chang'an City could sleep tonight.
Some people are proactive and some are just passive.
King Fu Jian waved his hand, and Chang'an City, which had always had a strict curfew, lifted the curfew tonight!
There are lights and colorful decorations inside and outside the city, and there is a lot of hustle and bustle. People are everywhere on the streets. The sound of gongs, drums, and shouts is like a magic spell, forcefully poured into your ears.
Fu Jian said that the war was imminent, and the Yulin Army was recruiting brave warriors and knight-errants in the city. In addition to these people, any good man who thinks he has martial arts skills and is willing to serve the Qin Dynasty can take the initiative to sign up.
The captains of the Habayashi Army selected them on the spot, and those who met the requirements were all added to the team as team leaders.
As soon as this order was issued, all the sluts and gangsters in the city went crazy. How great!
Their chance to show off their talents has finally arrived!
All of a sudden, everyone from the houses in the city to the young people from the villages and towns outside the city swarmed in. Some people even came down from Longshouyuan, which was farther away!
What is meant by a swarm of thieves? If you open your windows and take a look at the street, you will understand everything.
Everything in front of me is simply a living picture of the chaotic world that is about to begin.
The young man in red clothes and green trousers has a dignified appearance, but he is the most dangerous person in Chang'an City.
They held scimitars and halberds in their hands and marched through the streets in a mighty manner, cursing and cursing. Normal people on the street would have been scared away by them.
Originally, they were a group of people with nothing to do. They bullied others in Chang'an City every day, or committed petty thefts. They committed both major evils and small mistakes.
The people in the city, especially the small merchants and hawkers who have a small amount of money but do not have enough servants to look after them, are most often disturbed by them.
When the people saw them, they all stayed away and couldn't afford to provoke them.
Most of them are just small-time gangsters, but there are also some real fanatics, all of whom are the type of gangsters with great skills.
These authentic green forest people are different from those dissolute scoundrels. They also steal, but they rob the rich and give to the poor, and specialize in robbing and stealing from wealthy families.
These people usually do not settle down in Chang'an City. They usually live in the mountains and forests of Longshouyuan, and their whereabouts are mysterious.
This time, after hearing that Fu Jian was recruiting good men, he came down from the mountain and planned to become a general.
The market was in chaos, with noises everywhere. The ruffians were making a lot of noise, and those captains of Yulin who had been entrusted with important tasks by Fu Jian were no less generous.
All kinds of shouts and filthy words filled their words, which was unbearable to hear.
Chaos!
Chang'an City is in complete chaos!
The streets were brightly lit, and the prodigal sons entered the city. It was no ordinary terror. They were carrying weapons in their hands. When they saw serious people, they didn't care whether they provoked them or accidentally blocked their way.
Just go up there.
If it's a whip, it's a whip; if it's a long knife, it's a sword!
Wherever the rogues passed by, there were people lying on the ground and bleeding profusely!
They are the most honest and responsible Chang'an villagers. They have only lived a few good days. They cherish their current life very much, but they have encountered bad luck again!
The noise, mixed with howls, resounded throughout the world, but those scoundrels didn't care. They left in groups of three or five.