"What are you thinking? I'm sorry. I was a bit harsh just now. Don't worry about it." A slightly apologetic voice broke Fu Rong's contemplation, and he raised his eyes to meet Wang Meng's eyes. He was the same as Fu Jian, They are all people with the world in their hearts, and their eyes are full of brilliance.
He sighed and said, "It's not that I blame you. You should understand that His Majesty supports His Majesty. No one is as close to him as you are."
Fu Rong blinked his beautiful eyes, "Isn't there still you, Prime Minister? Didn't you sleep with the emperor?"
"You." Wang Meng's face turned green instantly.
"When did you learn that Xie An's rotten thoughts?"
"The guest of honor? Prime Minister, I didn't say that."
"Okay, don't talk about it, go get ready, remember your majesty's younger brother, there is no city you can't conquer."
Fu Rong bowed respectfully, cupped his hands and said, "Yes, my good prime minister, the last general will go to prepare for the battle immediately, if you don't take Luoyang, please prime minister to punish me with military law."
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That night, Fu Rong led the army to attack Luoyang. The fire illuminated the thousand-year-old capital, exposing the tall and majestic four-zhang city wall to the fire like tomorrow. A man in armor and holding a long sword sat high and commanded the Chinese army immediately. The soldiers behind attacked the city, and the raging fire magnified his soft eyes, making his originally shallow pupils darken, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He pointed his sword forward, and loudly encouraged the soldiers, "Warriors of the Great Qin, God bless you!" Warriors below, the time has come for you to make contributions, and the mighty gods will show their bravery on you and charge... "
In an instant, the densely packed Qin army behind him surged up like a tide, braved the rockets on the city wall, blocked the shield desperately, raised their spears, and the archers aimed at the heads of the people on the city, and the arrows whizzed through the air. Go, the surroundings were filled with the sounds of fighting, screaming, roaring, and the sound of knives, guns and iron hooks. Soldiers were carrying ladders to the city wall, and cavalry were dragging earth bags to build fish and food roads. He watched without blinking. In the face of this bloody storm, his elder brother wanted Luoyang and Yan, so he wanted to fight for him, even though no one was born willing to live in the battle of war, one after another the corpses screamed and fell from the city wall , fell into the loess, and suddenly turned into blood mud, and batches of soldiers fell down. However, more soldiers stepped on the sea of blood from the corpses and bravely went up. As he swore to the army, Haohao The gods of the sky will show their bravery on them. The time has come for everyone to make contributions. This is the best era. As long as you fight the enemy bravely, you can get military merit. This is the worst era. Everyone must live for peace Pay the price with your life.
——Arrows came like locusts, but Qin Bing did not show any timidity at all. Seeing that the fish and food road was about to be built half as high as the city, some Qin soldiers had already climbed the city wall of Luoyang, and fell into close proximity with Yan Bing In hand-to-hand combat, the knife rises and falls, the sword raises the spear, the silver spear enters, pierces the enemy's chest, and the sword cuts off the enemy's head. With roars and screams, this war between people has reached a fierce stage of mutual destruction.
A disgusting, nauseating smell of blood pierced into his nostrils. Fu Rong was about to jump off the horse, but his mind suddenly went blank, as if struck by lightning, his body wobbled, one was unsteady, he Losing support, his body immediately fell and hit the ground with a bang.
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"Mr. Yangping."
Someone called him eagerly, and the breath of death was approaching him. For some reason, it was clear that he was just following orders, not that he wanted to kill someone.
"younger brother."
...
"younger brother."
...
Fu Rong opened his eyes quietly, and the face that caught his eyes was somewhat familiar and yet unfamiliar. This was his elder brother who had been by his side since he was a child. What was strange was that he had never seen him so haggard. He didn't close his eyes for days and nights, there was a black halo under his eye circles, and he held his hand tightly.
"Brother."
Fu Jian's face finally cleared up, and he breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why did you faint?"
Fu Rong struggled to sit up from the couch, Fu Jian pressed his shoulders, "Lie down, you have been asleep for two days, my good brother, don't let anything happen to you, let's just forget about not taking Luoyang down. You are my brother, nothing can happen."
Hearing what he said, Fu Rong casually said, "Then invite the imperial brother to return to court."
"What?" The voice suddenly raised its voice.
Fu Rong watched his elder brother's face turn into embarrassment, the clouds were overcast, as if there would be a storm at any moment.
"What did you say? Could it be that you fell off the horse and fainted on purpose to threaten me to withdraw my troops, brother, how could you do this?"
Fu Rong said, "Brother, this is not my idea, I just suggest you..."
"No need to suggest, if you don't capture Luoyang, you will never return to the court." He interrupted roughly.
Fu Rong was silent. He closed his eyes and didn't want to say another word. He really didn't deliberately fall and faint to threaten Fu Jian's class teacher to return to court as Fu Jian said. When it filled his whole body, he would lose consciousness and suddenly fall off his horse. For a moment, he was terrified, as if his consciousness had been taken away. How much he wanted to see his brother at the last moment of coma, but...
At this moment, he was sitting beside him, looking at him.
But Fu Rong didn't want to talk to him any more.
But that face suddenly pressed against his cheek, the hot air sprayed against his ears, his neck felt itchy, Fu Rong's heart was beating incessantly at that moment, and there was a deep voice interspersed with some heavy breathing, "I'll take your punishment in front of Jinglue. You should rest well and stop arguing with me. You know, I love you so much. If something happens to you, how will you let me live."
Fu Rong's trembling hands wanted to hug the person who was sticking to him, but before the moment his skin touched, a gust of cool wind suddenly dropped his body, and his elder brother had already left quickly.
Fu Jian went to look for Wang Meng. Fu Rong looked at the back figure that disappeared in the tent, with mixed emotions in his heart, feeling a sense of loss.
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"Jing Lue." Fu Jian lifted the curtain, ran to Wang Meng's side quickly, and grabbed Wang Meng's hand, "Jing Lue, I have come to make amends."
Wang Meng was slightly surprised, "What is your Majesty's crime?"
Fu Jian tightly grasped his hand, "My brother failed to attack the city, I will take the punishment for him."
Wang Meng froze for a moment, then smiled, "It turns out that what His Majesty was referring to is that Luoyang is a royal city, and it cannot be breached in a day or two. As long as we persevere, I believe that the city will be breached soon. I ordered Yang Pinggong to go there." The purpose of attacking the city is to see if he is loyal to His Majesty, but he has always opposed this time when he arrived in Luoyang, and he does not want us, Qin and Yan, to meet each other."
Fu Jian heaved a sigh of relief, and let go of his hand, "Oh, that's what Jing Lue meant."
"Your Majesty really thinks that I want to punish Lord Yang Ping. He is your younger brother. How dare I touch him." Wang Meng said with a bit of sourness.
Fu Jian smiled embarrassedly, "Jing Lue, are you jealous?"
Wang Meng shrugged helplessly, "How could it be? Stop thinking about it."
Fu Jian went over to stick close to others on purpose again, and said in a low voice, "Really, but why do I feel a sour taste, hey, it turns out that the world loves to say what they say and what they say is not what they mean."
Suddenly Wang Meng's face was stained with a rare crimson color, "You,..."
"Okay, I'll come back tonight." Fu Jian said next to the other party's mosquito voice.
The atmosphere between the two suddenly heated up, a little awkward, a little quiet, a long sigh pierced in from outside the tent, Wang Meng quickly coughed twice to break the silence, a trace of suspicion flashed in Fu Jian's eyes, who dares to go outside, After thinking about it, I'm afraid that only the closest people would dare to approach this Chinese military tent.
He hastily avoided the distance from the other party, just as he was about to go out, he seemed to remember something, "Jing Lue, do you know what's wrong with the emperor's younger brother?"
Wang Meng was surprised, "Your Majesty doesn't even know, how could I know, what you want to talk about is why Yang Ping fainted?"
Fu Jian nodded.
He opened the curtain, stood outside the tent and took a look around. Except for the snow-like white disappearing from sight, there was no suspicious person. Then he came in again, sighed, "The emperor's thoughts , I am getting more and more confused, what is he thinking? I have always thought that he is very obedient and obeys me in everything, why does he want to dissuade me from cutting Yan? Jing Lue, he has been with you for so long, you Can you understand him?"
Wang Meng said, "If Your Majesty doesn't even understand his younger brother, why would he want to conquer the hearts of the world?"
Fu Jian was stunned by the words.
"Your Majesty, it's better to invite Wang Jia to come here."
"Him?" Whenever this person is mentioned, Fu Jian gets a headache. That person is as skinny and shameless as a gangster. , Many things depend on him, and there are always half-truths and half-false prophecies in his seemingly absurd words. As time goes by, Fu Jian has to get closer to him.
"I don't want to see him."
Wang Meng snorted and laughed, "Your Majesty, don't play tricks, he will be your best helper."
"What helper?"
Wang Meng was stunned, "You don't understand?"
Fu Jian was at a loss.
Wang Meng sighed and rolled his eyes inwardly, "It's useless."
"I remember the pot of sweet-scented osmanthus wine you invited me to drink the year before last, do you still have it?" Wang Meng said after a while.
Only then did Fu Jian suddenly realize, "Oh, I understand, okay, I will immediately send Nan'an to Laojun Mountain to invite Wang Jia over."
Wang Meng smiled faintly, "The old man is like a dream, it's really rare in the world that His Majesty values love and righteousness so much."
Fu Jian put his hand on his shoulder, and stroked it lightly, as if to comfort him, "It's a pity that I still let you down in this friendship."
Wang Meng shook his head gently, "No, don't say that, as long as I can stay by your side in this life is enough."
Fu Jian understood, he took a deep look at this confidant who was inseparable from him and slept with him, and finally left.