Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Qindu, Chang’an.

On the Tai Chi Palace, even in the hot summer, it was a gloom. The wind was pouring in from the strong wind and the windows that were ventilated everywhere, and it blew straight across the whole hall, blowing the official uniforms and hair of the civil and military officials, all Everyone lowered their heads without saying a word, while the king of the king, who was sitting on the dragon chair above him, was sinking like water, looking at the group of ministers in the palace, and there was a trace of real desire in his eyes. I hope everyone can offer a good plan for the Qin Kingdom in crisis at this time of storms, but no one answered.

Compared with the spirit of the Southward Expedition for more than a year, Fujian today is at least ten years old, and his hair, which is black and oily, has also been born early, with two white temples, and one with more than 40 years of age. The monarch, even so quickly became a man like a old man in a flower armor, which really made lament the fate of fate.

Fu Jian’s eyes finally fell on the first right wing of the left head, and he sighed: “The right servant shoots, without Qing Yan, without guarding against Xianbei and Qiang thieves, so that the thieves are here. The situation in Kanto is now broken. In the short term, I ca n’t afford to go out of Kanto and Murong again in the short term. But Murong Hong and Murong rushed to join the two thieves to advance to Changan, and Yao Chang, the dog Qiang, fled when our army was at a disadvantage. Going to the north to start chaos, now Qiang people, Xianbei thieves, have killed local county guards for chaos, the land of the ridge is not my own. The right to shoot, you are resourceful, in the past, you have never listened to your good words, now, but Have a good plan? “

Quan Yi hooked the corner of his mouth and stood up. Instead of speaking directly, he turned his head to the other side. A person shrunk in the crowd and sneered, “Heavenly King, Weichen said to you before However, the Xianbei thief wolf child’s ambition is absolutely not credible. I urge you to kill the Murong Xianbei family as soon as possible. Your thoughts are not obeyed. It is now a big mistake. There is also a letter from the enemy army that has just been received. The words are too arrogant, I am afraid that your interest will be broken, and I dare not let you look at it before this meeting, but now that you have actively mentioned the second road thief, the minister has to offer this letter. “

Fu Jian’s eyes were wide open, and his two fists were clenched tightly: “Who sent the letter? I don’t want to see it, and the servant shoots, in the face of the Manchu Dynasty, you read it!”

In the hands of Quan Yi, he took out a roll of parchment in a joke, held it high in his hand, and lit it up against Manchu Wenwu. He shouted, “You, this letter, was sent by Xianbei Muronghong The letter said that King Wu had already decided on the Kanto, so he could quickly prepare for the capital and give it to his brother and emperor. He was the handsome Guan Zhongyan, the wing guard, and returned to Yedu. . “

This letter is so arrogant and arrogant, the Qin Chao Wenwu officials who heard these words raised their heads one by one, gnashing their teeth, and even some people began to yell: “Heaven, the king will ask the command to fight, do n’t cut the dog Ronghong See you, thief! “

Fujian suddenly jumped from the dragon chair, and said sharply: “Murong thief, it’s too deceiving! I’m alone, I can’t kill you, I can’t kill you, I swear not to be king!” This volcano erupted by Fujian Stimulated by such anger, all the ministers in the palace were raising their arms and stomping their fists. The quiet hall just now became as hustle and bustle as the battlefield. Even the top of the humble hall was overturned. .

Quan Yi stood silently, listening to the shouting and shouting sounds of tsunami shouting from the mountain above the temple. A sneer was raised at the corner of his mouth, and he coughed twice. The shouts on the temple gradually subsided, all The eyes of people all turned to the right wing, and the right wing said loudly: “Wei Chen thought that although Murong Hong’s letter was arrogant and rude, he also pointed out the fact that the king, the backbone of these Xianbei thieves, is in this hall. Among them! “

The voice didn’t fall, “Pun”, a person drilled out of the crowd and kneeled down to the ground, the official cap on his head rolled down on the ground, and his head kept on. The earth and the ground are in close contact: “The king is on top, the death penalty, the death penalty!”

At a glance, everyone suddenly became furious, and several impulsive people rolled up their sleeves and prepared to rush up to hit someone. Fortunately, they were pulled by the left and right colleagues. After all, when Fu Jian first assumed the throne, there were once Diren officials who used military skills to look down on Wang Meng. They were extremely dissatisfied with Fu Jian’s heavy use of Wang Meng as a Han Chinese. He even wanted to beat Wang Meng at the meeting, and finally ordered Fu Jian to be assassinated on the spot. The aggressive and noble nobles no longer dared to speak with their fists on top of the hall as before, and it was for this reason that only a few impulsive guys would stop their colleagues in order to stop seeing them They figured out for a while and lost their lives.

But the roar of almost everyone accompanied by bursts of saliva with various mutton, beef, garlic flavors struck the person and surrounded him in a storm: “Murong Wei, you traitor, why? Not going to die yet! “

“Yes, look at the good things you have done by your family, are they done by human beings? The king is kind to you, is that what you did in return?”

“Heaven ~ www.wuxiax.com ~ There is nothing good about this surname Murong. Then Murong Hong still has a face to ask this thief to go back to be an emperor.

Fu Jian’s face muscles were beating slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, trembling gently, everyone knows that this is Fu Jian still restraining his feelings in a state of extreme anger as a king One sentence can determine the life and death of hundreds of people. Restraint is the fundamental reason why Fu Jian can go to today and become a generation of Mingjun, but anyone can see clearly, and he can’t help it anymore.

Fu Jian’s eyes were as polished as electricity, and Murong Wei, who stabs on the ground like a pound of garlic, said in a calm voice: “Murong Aiqing, your brother Muronghong’s letter, you also heard, Aiqing’s clan It can be said that the human face is beast-hearted, and the solitary treats the princes, but he waits for the chaos during the country ’s tragedy to report the chaos. The clan reunion, and then, on the battlefield, make a complete break! “

Murong Wei cried and bleeds, his head bleeds, and choked with sobs: “The king of heaven treats me to the high grace of the Murong clan. I am the ancestor of Murong clan, and I should be a reward for gratitude. Jin En, who became the emperor because of the chaos, even when the country was ruined by the criminals, this is retribution! “

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