According to historical records, Wang Meng persuaded Fu Jian to expel Murong out of Chang'an three times, but Fu Jian did not agree. It was not until 373, when Wang Meng was about to collapse, that Fu Jian really listened to his advice.
"Jing Lue, Murong Chong is just a child with no power and power, he won't be able to achieve anything."
"Your Majesty shouldn't be greedy for beauty."
"Jing Lue thought I was greedy for Murong Chong's beauty?" Fu Jian raised his eyebrows and asked back.
Xuancheng waited for the answer.
Wang Meng and Fu Jian looked at each other with a smile, shook their heads, "I understand what Your Majesty thinks."
Fu Jian smiled slightly, "Well, let's not get involved in this matter."
Wang Meng paused, wanted to say something but remained silent.
Xuan Cheng frowned, and said, "Prime Minister has,, unspeakable secrets?"
"Jing Lue, in front of me, there is no need to hesitate."
Wang Meng said, "I'm worried, once the chaos starts, it will be as hard to stop as a flood. The country is not stable now, and Murong Chong has made a bad start this time. I'm afraid..."
"Jing Lue, I know what you mean, so I can't let him go now, do you understand?"
Xuancheng was ignorant of what they said, and he didn't understand why even though Wang Meng persuaded Fu Jian to expel Murong Chong, they actually reached a consensus when Fu Jian said so.
This was a year and a half since Xuancheng came to Qianqin, and it was also a year since Murong Chong came to Qianqin.
Even if a short-lived or even insignificant rebellion was suppressed, the number of people who died was only more than forty former guards and some palace people in the palace.
Fu Jian learned his lesson, Murong Chong was locked in the Purple Palace firmly, not even half a mosquito could fly in, and anyone from Murong's clan was strictly forbidden to visit.
But Murong Wei was safe and sound, and was not affected at all. Even Murong Chui was transferred to Quanzhou.
Fu Jian handed over Luoyang to Duke Fu Luo of the Tang Dynasty, a direct descendant general whom he valued and feared very much.
"Master, did the Holy Majesty just let that Murong Chong go?" Mingyue asked Xuancheng with lingering fear.
"I heard that the man is beautiful and has a bad heart. Your Majesty shouldn't have kept him in the palace."
"Have you seen him?"
"No." Mingyue said honestly.
"Then how do you know he is beautiful?"
"I heard that."
"Hearsay, boring." Xuancheng gave him a big roll of eyes.
"Murong Chong dared to be so unscrupulous this time, because His Majesty is spoiled. According to me, it's the first time. I'm afraid it will be difficult to control in the future."
Xuancheng sneered at him, "Can you say something good with your rotten mouth?"
"Bah, bah, bah, I was wrong, master, I should fight, I should fight."
Xuancheng thinks about it, although Mingyue said it unintentionally, can history develop according to his heart
Could Murong Chong really stay in Chang'an all his life and never commit crimes
Hatred is poison, and it gets stronger with time.
It would be great if we could forget the hatred and regain hope.
Xuancheng saw Murong Chong holding the sharp sword towards Fu Jian with his own eyes, so he didn't hesitate at all.
He is vicious and vicious, and the long confinement has already forced out the dark side in Murong Chong's heart.
On the second day after Murong Chong Palace was changed, Murong Wei suddenly came to visit Yangping Duke's Mansion. Early in the morning, when Xuancheng was still in a dream, Ming Yue came to report that Xin Xinhou was waiting outside the mansion.
When Xuan Cheng heard that it was him, he didn't even open his eyes, and continued to sleep, "Then let him wait."
Mingyue had no choice but to wake him up, but felt that her master had just returned from a cruise, and encountered Murong Chong's incident, and hadn't even had a good night's sleep, so she had to tell Murong Wei to come back another day.
Unexpectedly, Murong Wei was waiting quietly outside the mansion.
"Please go back, Xinxinghou. The master has been busy with political affairs in the past few days. He just fell asleep in the early morning, and it is only four or five hours now."
"It's okay, Mr. Yangping is tired. I don't want to disturb you. I'll wait here. If Mr. Yangping wakes up, I hope you can let me know."
Mingyue advised, "You'd better go back, the master won't wake up for a while."
"It's okay, I'll wait here." Murong Wei still smiled faintly.
Mingyue saw that he had no intention of backing down, so it was hard to persuade him.
In the afternoon, the sun was just right, and Mingyue made people cook barley and white fungus porridge. Xuancheng came out of the Nuan Pavilion lazily, with her hair disheveled.
"Hey, my master, come here, let me help you wash up."
Xuan Cheng shook his hand, "Forget it, I'm hungry, let's eat first."
Mingyue rushed forward, "It's still my wit that prepared barley porridge early."
Xuancheng praised him, "I understand me more and more."
Mingyue just smirked, watching Xuancheng finish his porridge with disheveled hair, Xuancheng said that he wanted to go to Jingge to read a book, Mingyue pulled him back, "Master, you forgot one thing."
"What is it?"
Mingyue said slowly, "Murong Wei is still outside."