Murong Wei stared at him blankly, not knowing what it was like for a moment.
"Do you think I am a womanizer? Do you think I will covet the beauty of your Murong clan? Hehe, Murong Wei, you and he are of the same race. Besides, you are the emperor and he is a subject. Why don't I choose you instead?" Let him go." Fu Jian suddenly turned his back to him and looked up at the top, where there was only his lonely figure in the empty hall.
"A hundred birds face the phoenix and sing in Qishan."
Murong Wei knew that this was a story circulated in the Qishan area during the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and his heart suddenly felt less empty, and the emptiness of so many years seemed to be filled by something.
Fu Jianxin's long figure was standing like that all the time, Murong Wei looked at him from below, he understood, but he didn't know why, but he hated Fu Jian, it should be that the winner is the king and the loser But he was not reconciled to the cruel fact of being a bandit. Why was it that only Fu Jian saw through it, but he himself lived in a daze for so many years.
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Wang Meng asked Fu Jian what deal he had discussed with Murong Wei.
Fu Jian had a wronged expression on his face, "Is this how Jing Lue sees me?"
"I don't know you yet. Can you talk to Murong Wei about the deal that is not beneficial to Daqin?"
Fu Jian had no choice but to confess honestly, "I can't hide anything from Jing Lue. I did make a deal with him, but it was a deal that benefited others and myself. To be precise, it benefited myself and the country."
Wang Meng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "It's bad for someone, isn't it? You hurt another person."
Fu Jian was silent.
"Maybe two people." Fu Jian admitted his mistake.
Guo Qing led the army to continue to advance and arrived in Longcheng. Murong Ping fled to Goguryeo. Goguryeo arrested Murong Ping and sent him to Qin.
Murong Huan killed Zhendong General and Bohai King Murong Liang, annexed his soldiers, and fled to Liaodong. Han Chou, the prefect of Liaodong, had already surrendered to Qin. After Murong Huan arrived, he failed to enter the city. So he attacked Han Chou, but failed. Guo Qing sent general Zhu Ni to attack Murong Huan, but Murong Huan left his soldiers and fled alone, Zhu Ni captured and beheaded him.
At this time, the state herds, prefects, and leaders of the six barbarians of Yan State all surrendered to Qin, and the Yan regime has since perished.
Qin had a total of 157 counties in Yan, 2.46 million households, and 9.99 million people.
Fu Jian moved Murong Wei and more than 40,000 households of concubines, princes, officials, and Xianbei to Chang'an.
Xuancheng heard about this incident in Luoyang, and he never heard anything about that person from the beginning to the end. He thought by chance, maybe, during the process of destroying Yan, that person had already died under the butcher's knife It's okay, that's the best way.
Beauty can harm people the most, especially a man who has beauty but is cruel.
Half a month later, Murong Chui came to Luoyang, saying that Fu Jian had sent him to help defend the city, but Xuancheng didn't say anything. His relationship with Murong Chui was very weak, not because of how good Murong Chui was. He's old and cunning, but he knows what happened in history, so he can't convince himself to be kind to Murong Chui.
But Murong Chui flattered him everywhere, maybe because he was thinking of the time he spoke for him in front of Fu Jian, Xuancheng thought, this is gratitude.
One evening, Xuancheng and Murongchui were walking along the moat, and he asked gossip, why are you Xianbei people so fair and beautiful.
Murong Chui was very surprised, he was taken aback, he never thought that Daqin, a well-known, elegant and courageous prince, would ask such frivolous words.
I froze for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
Xuancheng smiled faintly, and said casually, "Forget it, you shouldn't ask these questions."
"No, Lord Yang Ping, it's nothing." Murong Chui explained, "Actually, everyone in the world knows that I, from the Murong clan, have fair skin and good looks since I was born, and this is nothing shameful."
"It's me who overstepped, and I shouldn't bring up your private affairs."
Murong Chui smiled embarrassingly, "It's not a personal matter. The Murong people live in a world of ice and snow all year round. Surrounded by mountains and surrounded by mist, their skin is naturally as white as snow."
Xuancheng nodded, "This is comparable to people in Sichuan and Chongqing."
"what did you say?"