Xuancheng said, "Licorice root can detoxify all kinds of poisons. Even if the poison is colorless and tasteless and will not be noticed by people, it is poison after all. If Murong Wei is poisoned, and this poison is a slow poison that is not noticed by people, then at this moment If you take licorice juice internally, you will have a reaction."
"You suspect he was poisoned?"
"It's just a guess. This poison is definitely not a heavy poison. If it was very poisonous, Murong Wei would have died by now. It seems that the man didn't want Murong Wei to die unexpectedly."
Fu Jian paced back and forth a few steps, and said solemnly, "It seems that the emperor already knows who it is in his heart?"
Xuan Cheng looked at him, "Brother Huang, do you want to lie to yourself?"
"You lied to me about Qinghe. You did it on purpose. In fact, your heart is still insane. I ordered Mingyue to go out to Chang'an City. I think some things have confirmed my guess."
The palace servant brought a bowl of licorice juice for Murong Wei to drink, and after a while, Murong Wei faintly woke up.
Seeing Fu Jian and Xuan Cheng standing in front of him, he was startled, and was about to struggle to get up, but Fu Jian held him down, "Hold on, lie down, I have something to ask you."
Murong Wei avoided his eyes and hesitated for a while, but Fu Jian looked at him closely, and he had to obey.
Xuan Cheng said, "Did anything happen when you went to the Purple Palace to visit Murong Chong?"
Murong Wei shook his head.
"Speak, what are you always shaking your head and nodding in front of me? Do you always ask me to guess charades?"
"Emperor Brother." Xuancheng was always angry with Murong Wei in his heart, and it would not be troublesome if he didn't say a word, Fu Jian signaled him to calm down.
"Okay, let me ask you, did Murong Chong say anything strange?"
Murong Wei shook his head and said, "No, Chong'er didn't say a word, I was the one trying to persuade him."
Xuancheng scoffed, "You are really a good person, you have tried to persuade Murong Chong over and over again."
"Then what strange behavior does he have?"
"This." Murong Wei stammered.
"explain."
Fu Jian said softly, "Chong'er, has he ever hurt you?"
Murong Wei shook his head, "Return to Your Majesty, no, I am his elder brother, no matter how crazy he is, he will not attack me, Your Majesty, Lord Yang Ping, I know what you want to ask, but I believe Chong'er, he will not hurt me." I."
Xuancheng sneered, "If you say you are a good person, do you really think you are a good person? It is no good for anyone if you protect him like this. Answer my question just now."
Murong Wei paused for a moment, his eyes dodged, and after a while he said in a weak voice, "Chong'er hugged me." As soon as these words came out, the three of them were startled.
Fu Jian stared at Murong Wei in shock, and there seemed to be an unexplained anger in his eyes.
Xuancheng was also surprised, is it normal for brothers in ancient times to hug and hold hands with each other
Murong Wei was shocked why he said it so unscrupulously.
"Your Majesty, Lord Yang Ping, I know that Chong'er did something wrong, but I was also wrong. I should reject him. But in the past two years, I have been regretting him all the time. When Chong'er asked me to hug him, my heart suddenly fell It just melted, and my mind went blank, I only thought that he was my own brother, and I felt sorry for him."
Xuancheng sighed, and said, "Why do you explain so much, you see who among us said you."
Fu Jian's complexion was not good, and Murong Wei didn't dare to speak any more.
Xuan Cheng said, "Brother Emperor, I'll go to the Purple Palace. Murong Wei hasn't recovered yet, so it's better to ask the imperial doctor to come over."
Before Fu Jian agreed to him, when he came back to his senses, his figure had disappeared outside the palace gate.
Xuancheng looked at Murong Chong hugging the foot of the bed tightly, the beautiful golden silk nanmu carved with a hundred phoenixes attracted Xuancheng's attention.
Why didn't he realize that the carving on the bed was a picture of a phoenix.
"Chong'er, would you like to listen to me?"
Different from the roughness towards Murong Wei, Xuan Cheng always treats Murong Chong with compassion and tenderness, even if he made a mistake.
"You hurt your brother, listen to me, you can't go on like this."
Murong Chong turned his head quietly, facing Xuancheng's fiery eyes.
Xuancheng avoided his direct gaze.
"What are you running away from? Don't you have something to tell me?"
Xuancheng made up his mind and said, "I know that the matter of Murong Wei is related to you. You used a poison to hurt him. Although no one can find out what kind of poison it is, but except you, no one can get close to him." With Murong Wei's body, it is even more impossible for Qinghe to touch anyone other than you, Chonger, we let you go, you are free, don't hurt others anymore, okay?"
Murong Chong sneered, "You're just speculating."
Mayor Xuan took a deep breath, "There is a poison in this world called Yangchun Baixue. What a beautiful name, it is colorless, odorless and invisible, like a wisp of smoke and dust. Poison, neurasthenia, dizziness, it can make people die in a long and comfortable death, just like a long sleep, but it is poison after all, there is white snow in Yangchun, and there is also a spring in the world. Yuewei Yaolu, ten miles outside Chang'an City, The owner of the medicine house is called Liu Zangying. I ordered Mingyue to check it out. Half a month ago, I just sold a pair of Yangchun Baixue, and what Liu Zangying got was a golden step unique to the Murong clan. I have seen Bu Yao before. Chong'er, I don't care what method you use to let people from the Qin Palace enter here to work for you, just let this matter go, and treat my mother's life as Qinghe, which is considered Murong Wei's life. Da, Qin Gong shouldn't have died."
There was a slight change in Murong Chong's eyes.
But the next moment, he smiled enchantingly, "You said that I poisoned them, okay, you come and check, can you see what's on me?" As he said that, he pulled Xuancheng's hand and twitched Into his own body, placed on the chest and stroked.
Xuancheng trembled for a while.
He took his hand, his eyes trembled, his face flushed, "You."
"Ah, my noble Lord Yang Ping, are you also afraid that I will fail?"
"Come on, feel for me, is there anything you want on my body?" He came to tug on Xuancheng's hand again, Xuancheng's heart became cruel, and he grabbed his hand and held it down.
"Murong Chong, I told you, don't hurt me again."
He pressed Murong Chong's hand tightly, and then wrapped Murong Chong's arms around him so that he could not move.
"Whether you admit it or not, I already know about Murong Wei. You intended to hurt my brother. This is disrespectful. You killed my mother. The Qin Palace can no longer keep you. I have asked the emperor to expel you from Chang'an." City, you and I don’t have to see each other again.”
Murong Chong was silent, he had never been so peaceful at this moment.
After a long time, Xuancheng suddenly heard a thin twitching sound, he looked along Murong Chong's face, and at some point, a clear drop of something dripped from the corner of his eye, rolling down the side of his face fell down.
"Chonger."
Xuancheng's heart is so sad.
After expelling Murong Chong, will his heart really be at peace
No, his heart will only be more painful.
He wholeheartedly wanted to save everyone, he could redeem Murong from the sea of suffering, but he couldn't save himself, he couldn't win back his own heart.
"Fu Rong, why?" Murong Chong burst into tears suddenly, "Why did you let me go? Didn't you tell me when you were in Yecheng that I was your Phoenix Emperor alone? Why did you let go? Ah .”
He cried so heartbroken, how could Xuancheng's heart not be broken.
Xuancheng didn't know what he was talking about, but he cried out so sadly, it can be seen how many old things of the world were buried in his heart.
In 365 A.D., while Fu Jian was on a northern tour of the Yan Kingdom, he ran into Murong Chong, a phoenix once a thousand years old, in Yecheng. Fu Jian and his younger brother Fu Rong also fell in love with the smiling child under a willow tree.
Fu Jian spoke first, and Fu Rong always stood behind his elder brother.
Until he met that child again in the King's Palace in Ye City, he had already become the Great Sima of Yan Kingdom, and became famous at a young age, famous all over the country.
Fu Rong said to Fu Jian, "A gentleman promises, my elder brother said that as long as it is something I like, he will give it to me."
Fu Jian smiled lightly, "I am a monarch, not a gentleman."
However, Fu Rong never noticed the extravagant glance that Murong Chong threw at the King's Palace in Ye City, and no one noticed that the noble phoenix would cast a glance at a person standing on the hall and following the envoy of the Qin Kingdom.
One glance at ten thousand years, but it was too late.
In 370 A.D., Fu Jian destroyed the State of Yan, and all the tens of thousands of people from the Yan State were relocated to Chang'an.
Murong Chong finally became owned by the Fu family.
Xuancheng shouted in his heart, "Why, why did you remind me of this memory."
But he can't admit it.
He is not Fu Rong, he is a soul after 1,640 years, and he has no time to participate in Fu Rong's past.
This is not his memory, but this body is slowly being revived.
"I killed Sister Huang, I hurt elder brother, Fu Rong, do you hate me to death? Do you hate Fu Jian as much as I do?"
"No, Chong'er, you hate the wrong person."
"I have three lives in my hand, even if you let me go,,, I will not forgive you."
Xuancheng smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry that the person who wronged you was Murong Wei, you should hate Murong Wei, but he is your elder brother, you can't kill him, Fu Jian may have done something wrong, but in troubled times, personal grievances are mixed with national There is no end to hatred between enemies and family."
Qinghe's incident was so easily admitted by the murderer, Xuancheng despised himself in his heart, he only wanted a human life, let alone a negligible life, even if he can't find out anything, it has nothing to do with the royal reputation.
But now that Murong Chong admits himself, his heart is also empty.
Because from the very beginning, he had set his sights on Murong Chong, but he didn't dare to act.
Qinghe and Murong Wei had only met Murong Chong before the accident, and they were siblings of the same mother.
After killing Qinghe and Murong Wei, all that remains is their mother, the Kezuhun clan. Murong Chong has no ties to him since then, and his heart is not as cruel as usual.
"Yang Ping Gong, Yang Ping Gong." Nan'an's voice suddenly sounded outside.
Xuancheng was startled, Fu Jian would never let outsiders enter the Purple Palace, even if he was close to the palace, Nan'an couldn't come in, so he was shouting so eagerly outside the Purple Palace at this moment, it seemed that something happened.
Xuancheng let go of Murong Chong's hand, and said softly, "I'll go out for a while."
Nan'an stood outside the Purple Palace, his eyes burning with urgency.
"What's up?"
"Mr. Yangping, it's not good. There's a letter from the Jin Dynasty. Huan Wen, the great Sima of the Jin Dynasty, has died."
"Huan Wen." Xuancheng read these two words.
Huan Wen, who only wanted to leave a bad name for thousands of years and not to be famous forever, why did he just go there? Xuancheng felt a sudden chaos in his heart, as if many things were suppressed.
"Mr. Yang Ping, hurry to the announcement room, His Majesty is waiting for you to discuss matters."
Xuancheng couldn't recover for a while, and fell into silence.
"Mr. Yangping."
"Mr. Yangping."
Nan'an shouted a few times in a hurry, Xuancheng suddenly came to his senses, and said, "Okay, you go first, I'll go right away."
Nan'an let out a hey, and hurried away.
Xuancheng walked to Murong Chong in a daze, then bent down and leaned into his ear, "Chong'er, wait for me, I will come to see you after the state affairs are over."
He turned to leave, but a cold arm wrapped around his wrist, Xuancheng lowered his head, and met those alluring eyes, his eyes were crystal clear, a pool of spring water, arousing pity.
Xuancheng's heart really wants to soften, but when he thinks that many political affairs are suppressed now, he finally becomes cruel.
Pushing away those arms again, he resolutely left.
The eyes behind her were endlessly sad.