AD 370, winter.
On the seventh day of November, King Fu Jian of Qin personally led his troops to meet with Prime Minister Wang Meng to attack Yecheng together. In a hurry, Lord Murong Wei of Yan joined forces with King Murong Ping of Shangyong, King Murong Zang of Le'an, King Murong Yuan of Dingxiang, and Zuo Zuo. General Wei Meng Gao, Palace General Ai Lang and others fled overnight to Longcheng behind Murong Xianbei's clan.
On the tenth day of the eleventh month, King Meng of Fu Jian entered the royal palace in Yecheng.
At this time, the royal palace in Yecheng was in chaos, there were constant cries and shouts, and the flames of war did not stop. All the palace people who had no time to escape were arrested by Qin soldiers. Fu Jian clearly prohibited massacres. His Highness knelt on the black mass of heads, his eyes quickly glanced away and then retracted. There was no joy on his face after the victory. He asked Wang Meng beside him, "Jing Lue, have they all escaped?"
Wang Meng frowned, "They? Your Majesty is referring to Lord Yan Murong Wei? I heard that on the night of the seventh day, Murong Wei fled overnight and headed for Longcheng."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty please forgive me." At this moment, Fu Jian was a little disturbed by the crying and crying of the kneeling people, and he checked again among the kneeling crowd, but he didn't see the familiar man. face.
"Your Majesty, the last general has searched the entire palace, and no one from the Murong royal family has been found." Deng Qiang came to report, and beside him was Fu Jian's eldest son, Chang Le Gong Fu Pi, who happened to be 17 years old this year and had already followed him. He has been by Deng Qiang's side for two years, and he is handsome and brave.
"Father, I suggest that you send troops to arrest Murong Wei immediately, and you cannot let the tiger go back to the mountain."
Fu Jian was silent, and he glanced at the people kneeling under His Royal Highness again, seeing that those people were all dressed as palace servants, weeping bitterly and in a state of distress, he finally nodded, "Okay, pass on my order , Immediately dispatch pursuers to arrest Lord Yan Murong Wei and others."
Wang Meng said, "That's fine, after all, we can't let the tiger go back to the mountain. When Murong Wei left the city, there were more than a thousand cavalry guards around him. I heard that after leaving the city, those people fled in all directions. Now there are only a few people around him. We only need to send a person who is good at A guerrilla arresting general will do.”
Fu Jian said, "Okay, then let Guo Qing go, he is more familiar with Yecheng than us."
Wang Meng also meant the same thing, Guo Qing is a guerrilla general, he is best at catching escaped people.
After receiving the order, Guo Qing did not dare to delay for a moment, and pursued non-stop, catching up to Murong Wei and the others in Gaoyang. At this time, there were no generals available around Murong Wei, and they were all pampered royals, raised in the palace. Shenyuan was spoiled and pampered. Seeing Qin Bing at this time, everyone was terrified, crying and huddling together, shouting for mercy, Guo Qing didn't dare to make a claim, and ordered everyone to be escorted back. Yecheng.
When Fu Jian saw Murong Wei, it was the third day after he entered the royal palace in Yecheng.
Guo Qing sent people to report, saying that they had escorted all the Murong royal family back and were waiting outside the palace.
When Fu Jian heard this, he was overjoyed, "Good, good, well done."
"Jing Lue, did you hear that? Guo Qing captured Murong Wei, and the Kingdom of Yan has ceased to exist since then."
"Yes, Your Majesty, there will be no more Murong family from now on. This is all your great achievements." Wang Meng was also very happy. Ever since he met Fu Jian when he was 32 years old, he had made up his mind in his heart that he must stay. Beside this person, at that time, this 19-year-old young Lord Qin, his every frown and smile deeply attracted Wang Meng. When he smiled, he was as soft and beautiful as the spring breeze, but his heart was not weak at all. , His heart is very big, so big that Wang Meng never expects to rest on himself. His heart is in the world, and he has all people in his heart. He should be fraternal.
"Quickly, bring Murong Wei in." Fu Jian ordered loudly.
After a while, a group of soldiers came in from outside the hall. They escorted a man, who was wearing a crimson toga, a little messy at the moment, with a long figure and disheveled hair. The soldiers rushed forward, "Kneel Get down." The soldiers forced him to his knees.
"You all, go down." Fu Jian waved away the soldiers behind him.
"yes."
At this moment, there are only Fu Jian, Wang Meng, Deng Qiang, Fu Pi and others in the hall. They stand beside Fu Jian and look at the kneeling man. Look, the body is long and the waist is thin, just like those folk songs that are sung, all the Murong clan are beauties favored by heaven.