Fu Jian bent down, looked at the kneeling man, examined it for a while, and finally stretched out his hand, raised the man's face, and forced him to raise his head, "Look at me."
The man slowly raised his head and was forced to look at him. At that moment, everyone saw his face clearly. The first thing that made everyone sigh was his skin color, which was as white as snow falling from the sky in winter. The transparency of icy muscles and bones, even though his face was splashed with mottled blood and some messy soil at the moment, he has a pair of very beautiful eyes, the long eye tails are slightly raised, and a drop of bright red blood It just falls at the end of the eyes, full of coquettishness, a pair of slender eyebrows, matched with this pair of attractive phoenix eyes is the perfect match, the blue eyes are rolling, but there is no bright light inside, It was too dark, he had been imprisoned in this Yecheng palace for too long, he could not see the sunlight outside, his eyes were like his heart, lifeless, only depressed from the inside out, he was the lord of a country, However, since he came to the throne, he has ignored political affairs and listened to his ministers, which has caused the whole country of Yan to be in darkness, and good generals have fled to other countries.
Fu Jian was stunned for a moment, and Fu Pi who was standing behind him widened his eyes even more, looking at the kneeling man in disbelief, his heart was pounding, this man was so beautiful, he had a cloudy sky He was charming, but he eventually became a king of subjugation.
"You,...Murong Wei," Fu Jian stuttered for some reason, "You, take a closer look, have you seen me?"
Murong Wei sized him up carefully for a while, and finally said, "It's you."
"Yes, it's me."
Murong Wei finally smiled, a little tragically, "It's you, why didn't I recognize you."
Fu Jian straightened his waist and said, "Murong Wei, you detained me first, and the past will not be corrected, but today I will not treat you like this. I will take you back to Chang'an and take good care of you. The mansion is already in Chang'an. You have repaired it, and it is exactly the same as your palace in Yecheng, you see, in this northern country, the only person who thinks about you day and night is me, and thinks of you every day as a guest in Chang'an City."
He lifted Murong Wei from the ground, "Just watch, I will treat you well."
He was close to Murong Wei's face, and everyone turned their faces away, thinking that he fell in love with this beautiful but cowardly king of subjugation, but the next moment, a dissatisfaction roared from Murong Wei's mouth, " no."
"presumptuous."
Wang Meng scolded.
Fu Jian waved his hand, "It's okay, Jing Lue, you all go down, Mr. Chang Le, you go out first, I have something to say to him."
Wang Meng hesitated for a moment.
"Don't worry, Jing Lue, I won't overstep, and I won't do anything unfavorable to Daqin."
His eyes looked up, what else could Wang Meng say, he could only sigh, and walked out slowly, Fu Pi and Deng Qiang also went out one by one.
At this moment, only Fu Jian and Murong Wei were left in the hall.
"Murong Wei, now you are a prisoner of the lower ranks, and life and death are only at my discretion. Think about it, is the life of the Murong clan more important, or the dignity of one person."
Murong Wei remained silent.
Fu Jian approached him, hooped him, and his voice pierced into his ears, "Don't you understand? If he doesn't do it, you have to do it. You are the king of a country anyway, do you want to be ridiculed by future generations? ? Do you think life is better than death? Fool, why can't you understand me?"
Murong Wei's body trembled, but he couldn't move because of Fu Jian's hoop. His lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound. He only stared at him with a pair of beautiful but dim eyes.
"One person for the whole family, this deal, you won't lose, and I won't lose either." Fu Jian's voice hit his ear again, and he struggled a bit with a tickle.
"No, he is my brother."
"No? Hmm? Are you still capable of protecting your younger brother?" Fu Jian abruptly pulled the man into his arms, his tone aggravated, the man trembled in fright, he pushed him away with all his might, and knelt down with a plop "Your Majesty, please don't do this. I'd like to give you as many beauties as you want from Xianbei. Please, please don't do this. Chong'er will die, and he would rather die than..." Murong Wei cried When he came out, he wailed in a miserable state, Fu Jian sighed, bent over to coax him again, "Okay, okay, let's not talk about it, don't cry, okay?"
"Really? Your Majesty, will you let us go?"
"I'll let you go." Fu Jian said.
"No matter what, you and I are the king of a country, I will let you go."
"What about Chong'er?" Murong Wei grabbed his hand.
Fu Jian touched his face and brushed his messy hair, "Look at you, you have been running away for so many days, you are so afraid of what I will do, and I will not eat you, as long as you all Return to me, and I will treat you well."