I'm not Murong Chong

Yao Song lifted up a corner of the curtain and took a peek - the tall man in the tent had his hands tied and his eyes closed tightly, sitting cross-legged on a bed with blood on his face, but his expression was still unyielding.

He turned around with his hands behind his back, and whispered to the left and right outside the tent: "Give me strict supervision, and if there is a mistake, you will be exiled!" Xiaoqi General Wu Zhong wiped the oily sweat from his face, and whispered beside him: "Don't worry, young master, we spent so much effort rounding up and capturing Fu Jian alive all night. How can we let him run away again? The third floor of Wujiangshan's camp is surrounded by iron barrels, not to mention that he is being tortured now." If he is seriously injured, even if he has three heads and six arms, he can hardly fly!" Yao Song saw that his words were so loud at this time, he walked out with a sneer and said, "Since General Wu is so brave, why didn't he even face him when he ambushed Fu Jian tonight? Dare to come out?" Wu Zhong was at a loss for words, since Fu Jian rushed to the west, for dozens of days, Yao Jun clung to him, but he kept swaying the net every time, and captured him several times, slowly exhausting the strength of the remnants of the former Qin army. do.It wasn't until tonight that nearly ten thousand Yao troops officially fought. They chased and bit Fu Jian relentlessly, completely defeated hundreds of Fu Qin's remnants of less than [-] soldiers in a few hours, and the whole mountain of five generals was bloody. This vicious battle was all commanded by Yao Song, who looked beautiful and delicate--the scheme was so vicious!In order to achieve the purpose of capturing Fu Jian alive, Yao Song didn't care how many Yao soldiers were killed or injured.He smiled mischievously, lowered his head, he was really a little afraid of this beautiful man like a poisonous snake in front of him: "Heavenly King, oh, after all, Fu Jian used to be my master..."

Yao Song snorted and laughed without saying a word—he knew that Wu Zhong and his father Yao Chang were ministers in the same palace in the former Qin Dynasty, so he naturally served Fu Jian as the master for 20 years. He has set up his own family, but he is still not ashamed of betraying the lord like Yao Chang, and he still has some respect, fear and guilt towards Fu Jian, so that he dare not meet him.Wu Zhong also felt that his actions at this time were too gentle and not suitable for big things, so he followed him all the way out and added: "We should send him back to Xinping overnight, and let Da Shanyu handle it himself, so as not to have long nights and dreams!

Yao Song kept walking, but nodded his head rarely: "Yes, we want to send him back to Xinping quickly, but it's not us—it's the eldest brother." Wu Zhong opened his mouth, and the scars on his face instantly distorted in the night : "Ask Yao Xing to escort Fu Jian?! You, are you crazy? How many brothers were killed and wounded to capture Fu Jian alive, you give Yao Xing the great credit for nothing! You and I are even more useless!"

Yao Song rolled his eyes at him, stopped and began to calm his allies with restraint: "If you want to take, you must give first, never heard of it? Our current power is still much weaker than big brother no matter whether we have made this achievement or not. Why should we break the taboo at this time?" To make him suspicious, why don't you give him a personal favor to make him a meritorious service—besides, it's hard to say whether this is a meritorious service in front of the father! Don't worry, when have I ever done a loss-making business?"

Yao Xing came from Xinping overnight on a fast horse. As soon as he entered the joint camp, he saw his younger brother wearing a sable fur cloak waiting for him at Yingkou. Yao Song's shoulder, impatiently said: "Did you really catch it?"

Yao Xing's innocent face, which was frozen by the mountain wind, was also uncontrollably excited. He whispered: "After a night of bloody battle, I just captured him alive - that is a difficult thorn. I don't dare to take credit, naturally I want to ask my eldest brother to come and make a judgment." Yao Xing patted his younger brother's shoulder vigorously and nodded his head: "Okay, Zijun is planning for me wholeheartedly, I will remember it." Since Yin Wei's death, although he also Sad and suspicious for a while, but Yao Shuode said that Yin Wei instigated a mutiny and tried to chase Yao Song in vain. He knew that Yin Wei had always wanted to kill Yao Song, and he often didn't even give him face, even more so when he sent troops outside. Ready.In addition, Yao Song resorted to all kinds of means to cry and confess, and now he not only cleared up his past suspicions with this lovely younger brother, but also discussed and discussed with him frequently on military and political affairs, and on the contrary, he forgot about his father Yao Chang.

Who would have thought that Yao Xing would come here to persuade him to surrender, and he would be eloquent when he prepared a draft, but who would have known that Fu Jian was known for his eloquence when he was never enthroned, and he scolded Yao Xing in a few words Drenched, almost untenable, had no choice but to flee.

Yao Xing rushed out in a panic, knowing that Yao Song had listened coldly to him from outside the tent, he said bitterly: "The prisoner of the lower class dares to speak nonsense! I am not qualified? I am the heir of the Later Qin Dynasty He is nothing more than a useless king of subjugation! Bringing this kind of person back is also an embarrassment to the father, it is better not to do anything, but to kill him with one knife!"

Yao Song followed him all the way into his military tent, he raised his head when he saw no one around, grabbed Yao Xing's arm, and pushed him to sit down: "If you kill him with a single knife, why bother to make big brother come all the way here Your younger brother can do it for you!" Yao Xing heard something in his words, and couldn't help covering his wrist with his backhand, and said, "What does Zijun mean?"

"Brother said that Fu Jian is now the dog of the mourning family, but it is not useless-brother, don't forget that when Fu Qin destroyed Yan, one of the treasures was in Fu Jian's hands."

Yao Xing was also well-read, so his heart moved at this moment, and he blurted out: "Could it be... Chuan Guo Yuxi?"

Yao Song curled his lips into a smile: "That's right. Back then when Jin inherited Wei Zuo, he got the Heshibi. When Emperor Hui was in trouble with the Eight Kings, he fell into the hands of former Zhao Liu Yao, later Zhao Shihu, and finally the Han who killed Hu. In the hands of Ran Min, when he and Murong Xianbei competed for the Kwantung, he was defeated and killed in Yanxing Mountain—the jade seal was in the hands of the Murong clan. It is said that when Wang Meng entered Yecheng, the first thing he did was not to pursue the then Yan Emperor Murong Wei, but Enter the palace and snatch the imperial seal and present it to Fu Jian. Big brother, if the father and you just want to be a grass-headed king, then the jade seal in your hand will be a burden, which will cause the princes to fight for it; Fu Jian can also be executed as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams , but if you want to unify Kyushu with the world in mind, you will definitely get this jade seal!"

Yao Xing was silent for a while, nodded and said: "You are right, otherwise, if the Murong family is allowed to retake the Chuanguo Yuxi, our Yao Qin stay in Guanzhong will be unjustified and untenable! It's just that Fu Jian is like this You are stubborn, you hate our Yao family, how can you tell us the whereabouts of Chuan Guoxi?"

"Brother, it is not appropriate for you to come forward about this matter. At present, the Chuan Guoxi can only be obtained by the father himself - then the father will have his own way to make Fu Jian submit."

When Yao Xing thought about it, it really made sense. Yao Song spent a lot of effort to capture Fu Jian alive, and he wanted him to escort him back to Xinping, to show his loyalty in front of Yao Chang and strive for credit. As soon as he moved, he went up Yao Song's arm, grabbed his elbow, looked down and pulled him, and pulled him into his arms forcibly: "My dear brother, what reward do you want?" He punched him lightly and softly, and said in a low voice: "Brother, this is in the military camp!"

Yao Xing Kongwu was powerful, he held his resistance tightly, and reached out to touch his cheek: "Who told you to always hide from me in the Xinping Palace? Zijun, as smart as you, don't you know who Yao Qin will be the master in the future?" Who decides?" The last sentence already had a hint of impatient threat, Yao Song was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his eyes, looking like he was about to cry: "Who cares who will decide the future! I'm bothering to plan for big brother When I was planning, I never thought so much! Eldest brother is the eldest son, so others naturally dare not talk too much, but we are brothers after all, some things are really to be blamed now, will the eldest brother be able to keep the younger brother in front of the father and king!? "Yao Xing was taken aback, it really was the reason. In fact, he was not so lustful that he wanted to be in heat with so many eyes and ears. It's just that Yao Song was always indifferent, sometimes smiling sweetly and sometimes sitting upright, rubbing him like a hundred claws. Ordinary, seeing it in his eyes, but he couldn't get it, couldn't bear it, couldn't bear it, and now he didn't have Yin Wei around him to restrain him, so he was naturally coveted and itchy.

Seeing that Yao Xing was jealous of Yao Chang, Yao Song was indeed bluffed by himself, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief, suddenly raised his head and kissed Yao Xing on the cheek quickly, and whispered: "Brother, why are you so anxious, the future will be long~"

Yao Song managed to appease Yao Xing, slipped out of his tent like a slippery fish, and walked quickly to his own tent without looking back—he had held military power for a while, and he had already cultivated a group of people in the army. Being loyal to his own power, and thus returning to his own territory, he was completely relieved, and with a frosty face, he was about to lift the curtain to enter the tent.

Some soldiers had been waiting inside for a long time, and when they saw him coming in wrapped in cold air, they hurriedly offered the things they had prepared to keep out the cold.Yao Song was bored at the moment, he didn't feel cold, he was about to get angry and wave away the crowd, but he saw a sable scarf in front of him, with rich fur and a delicate golden plum blossom buckle.

Yao Song stretched out his hand slowly—in order not to annoy Yao Xing, this sable fur had been covered with dust and the bottom of the box had not seen the light of day. Unexpectedly, it was the season again—a whole year had passed.He used his fingertips to repeatedly feel the smooth and rich touch under it, just as he once said to him, "You are weak in nature, so I made you a scarf myself, and wearing it sooner or later will keep you from getting cold."

Now they are together in this cold night under the moonlight, but they are far away from each other - I miss you, where are you?

He breathed out a breath of white air in the thick night when the dawn was approaching, and tightened the rich fur scarf around his neck, just now to absorb some warmth. "We must settle down first when fighting against the outside world. After procrastinating writing this for a long time, he should stop dealing with internal affairs." He finished muttering to himself, and suddenly raised his voice to order: "Secret letter Gao Gai, let him try to get rid of the situation as soon as possible." Let Murong Chong know that Fu Jian is trapped in Xinping!"

Let's say that the celebration banquet in Weiyang Palace in Chang'an City didn't come to an end until after Haishi. There were few military officers and civil servants present who were Han Chinese, and they were all good men of the Hu nationality who were used to drinking.Ren Zhen, however, was still quite sober—of course it wasn't because of the amount of alcohol he had practiced in the university dormitory with his friends, but because he deliberately didn't give himself a chance to have sex—he still had a chance tonight. Another offensive battle is about to be fought.

At this moment, the servant beside him leaned forward and whispered in his ear: "Your Majesty, Shang Shuling looks like it's okay, should you send him back to the palace to rest?"

Seeing that Murong Yong was really lying on the desk, his face was as red as dripping blood, but unlike the others who were drunk, he was neither laughing nor laughing, his eyes were staring blankly in a daze, and he said joyfully, "It's finally over Hurry up! Send him back to the palace!" Then he jumped up, made a few perfunctory concluding remarks, and followed closely behind.

"Your Majesty..." The newly appointed head servant endured the whole journey, and finally couldn't hold back his words at this moment, "Your Jinhua Palace has passed...how did you come to the Chengming Palace, where the ministers live~"

Ren Zhenli said bluntly: "I don't like the layout of the Jinhua Palace. I will live in the Chengming Palace tonight. I will go back when you demolish the dragon bed in the Jinhua Palace tomorrow!" The quiet and drowsy Murong Yong hung into the room with a whoosh.

When the door slammed shut, all the servants were still confused, so they looked at each other. The chief servant coughed and sang like a drake: "The emperor is really diligent, and he has to discuss military affairs with Shang Shuling late at night. event!"

After Ren Zhen helped Murong Yong to the bed, he saw that his face was flushed and his mind was blurred, and he murmured, "Congratulations to the emperor for dictating Chang'an..." Ren Zhen had probably heard these words a hundred and eighty times tonight. Taking it to heart, seeing Murong Yong drunk like this, even though he did it on purpose, but in the end he felt a little distressed, so he made a cup of tea and passed it over: "Have a drink?"

Murong Yong shook his head and insisted on taking it, but he couldn't bring it to his mouth. After a while, he smashed the cup in annoyance and collapsed in Ren Zhen's arms.Ren Zhen took advantage of the situation and hugged him into his arms. Seeing him like a drunken jade, especially graceful, he couldn't help but love him even more fiercely. With a move in his heart, he stretched out his hand and made two more cups of tea, and took one cup to Murong Yong first. In his hand, he said softly: "Take it." Murong Yong was wrapped tightly in the warm chest by him, and he pinched the cup foot obediently in a daze. Over his wrist, close to his lips.Murong Yong shook his wrist uneasily because Ren Zhen bowed his head and accepted the situation between the two of them, and Ren Zhen shouted in a low voice, "Don't smash it again."

Murong Yong immediately froze obediently and did not dare to move again, and suddenly said after a while: "Are you so thirsty? I will give you this cup too?" , Ren Zhen's heart softened, and he said softly: "You and I have the ceremony of handing over a cup and a wedding, okay?"

"???" Murong Yong did not understand (Note 1), but just stared blankly at Ren Zhen with his out-of-focus eyes, "Bringing the cup means that after drinking this tea, you will be mine from now on Do you understand?" Murong Yong didn't understand any more, he stared blankly at the seemingly mysterious tea, Ren Zhen stopped talking nonsense, and directly drank the remaining tea in the cup, Murong Yong was caught off guard, and raised his hand, The rim of the cup also touched his lips, but because of his jaw closed tightly, most of the tea could not be swallowed, and dripped down his resolute chin, dripping and even splashing the skirt of his clothes. He frowned in distress, and stretched out his tongue to lick the corner of his mouth residual liquid.Ren Zhen's dark flames soared completely, he grabbed Murong Yong's wrist, and threw the empty cup in the hands of the two of them to the bottom of the bed, and in the next moment, he leaned forward and kissed it.

Murong Yong seemed to have not regained consciousness, suddenly felt a hot meat tongue invaded his mouth, and immediately resisted with his tongue, the intruder cunningly burrowed into his warm inner cheeks without seeing the door. Directly and ferociously, as if about to penetrate deep, the saliva flowed down from the lips instinctively, he was startled, just as he opened his mouth, the tip of the other party's tongue quickly broke in, stirring his tongue and entwining and sucking, Tsk tut.Murong Yong was about to protest slightly in embarrassment, but he gave up the attack again, licking his teeth back and forth with his tongue, repeatedly tracing the sensitive palate with incomparable detail.

Murong Yong trembled, couldn't help moaning, put his hands on Ren Zhen's neck, and impatiently asked for a kiss.

Ren Zhen reluctantly parted his lips, stroked Murong Yong's sweaty forehead hair with his hands, and was also in a daze. He said, "Murong Yong, I love you."

The night banquet in the Changle Palace had long since ended, and the huge Weiyang Palace was darkly hidden in the eternal night. Yang Ding was wandering alone - he drank a lot, but couldn't get drunk, but he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.He suddenly heard voices talking nearby, he couldn't help but stop, and instinctively hid behind the rockery.

Under the moonlight, two teenagers seem to be arguing, both of whom he knows - Fu Shen, the Duke of Zhongshan, and Shi Yigui, who is fighting with him tonight for wine.

He still remembered that just now when the two of them were drinking, he took the initiative to take down the sea bowl, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, don't drink anymore."

Shi Yigui raised a white face and said, "There is no winner yet."

Yang Ding stood up and pointed at him lightly: "You are almost at the top, if you drink again, you will be brave, I will not fight with you." Shi Yigui dissatisfied: "You still look down on Mr. Yang?" Yang Ding turned his head and said: "You are a rare young hero with such a drinking capacity at such a mere age. If I hadn't grown you a round, I might not have won you. Now I drink hard, it is a victory." The young man was stunned, as if he did not expect Yang Ding to say this compliment , When he regained his senses again, he saw him striding away without looking back.

On the other side, Fu Xuan pointed at Shi Yigui's nose and continued to yell: "You surrendered ministers just don't change your mind. Our Fu family is very honored and favored by you. How can one or two betray the lord! My mother and concubine I'm so sorry for you, you wanted to give her a gut dagger to make her commit suicide! Then you turned around and took refuge in Murong Chong! The villain who slashed at Qin Muchu!"

Shi Yigui turned his back to Yang Ding, frowned slightly, but suddenly his knees softened, and he crawled at Fu Shen's feet, scaring Fu Shen back a step, and seeing his sad face, he said: "Your Highness, Mrs. Zhang is so angry, you Letting her commit herself to the enemy chieftain is more painful than killing her. She had long ago committed herself to die for her country, and you are not ignorant of it! Only by dying innocently and steadfastly is she worthy of the respect of the Heavenly King! Otherwise, how could Murong Chong have ordered her to be a concubine? Burial Mrs. Zhang with honorable rites?" Fu Shen was stunned for a moment, but still gritted his teeth: "Then, is it reasonable for you to abandon the old master and join Murong Chong immediately afterwards!?"

"I had to join Murong Chong's side to protect the old lord! Doesn't Your Highness know that after the country is destroyed and the family is destroyed, people will kill you with swords and me as fish and meat? If Murong Chong doesn't move for a while, it doesn't mean that he will never be counted. On that day, I will report in time and do my best to protect the old master!" Shi Yigui pulled out the sword beside him and offered it with both hands, saying in a mournful tone: "If your highness does not believe in my loyalty, please kill me immediately. I chopped it off to vent my hatred, and I have no complaints!"

Fu Shen waved his sword angrily: "Traitor! Do you think I dare not!"

"Stop!" Yang Ding jumped out from behind at this time, grabbed Fu Shen's right hand, looked at him condescendingly and said, "Duke Zhongshan thinks that the king of the world is still the king of heaven?!"

Who knows about Yang Ding and his affairs in the former Qin Palace?Seeing him suddenly at this moment, Fu Shen was frightened, angry and hated, and couldn't explain why, so he walked away in fright.

Until Fu Shen left without a trace, Shi Yigui still sat down on the ground with a distressed expression.Yang Ding sighed, leaned over and stretched out his hand to him: "You have been hesitating in your heart recently, and I have experienced them one by one. It is impossible for all things in this world to follow people's wishes. Even if we mortals have to follow the trend, we only need to seek Look up to heaven and earth with a clear conscience."

Shi Yigui took his hand in a daze and got up, said with a wry smile: "I was originally the prince of the Dai Dynasty, but I became a slave of the subjugated country and had to serve the Fu family. It was my bad fate, and I admitted it. It's just that I never thought about being a traitor to the Lord, I, I just want to not pass this life in vain, and I also want to fight on the battlefield to become famous, so that I can live my life! I really—" He Suddenly choked up and unable to speak, Yang Ding patted him on the shoulder, and felt sympathy for the half-grown child for the first time: "Luck is given by God, but life is earned by yourself! So what if you were once a prisoner, Why are you born to be inferior!? Don't worry, you will have the opportunity to make contributions on the battlefield in the future!"

Shi Yigui immediately knelt down and said emotionally, "Thank you, Mr. Yang, for your promotion!"

Yang Ding hurriedly pulled him up and tried to comfort him, Shi Yigui intentionally chatted with him about a lot of martial arts skills in marching formations, Yang Ding said that he was speculative, so far he regarded him as a friend, and the two sat opposite each other on the gazebo , chatted for a long time, until the moon was over, Yang Ding brushed off the frost on his shoulders, looked up at the sky and said: "Unconsciously, I sat until late at night."

"How is the night? Ye Weiyang." Shi Yigui quoted a famous saying in the Book of Songs that was used to name the Weiyang Palace, and smiled at Yang Ding.

Even in this water-like cold night, the Chengming Palace is full of spring.

Murong Yong was stripped naked, naked, and paralyzed on the bed, strong and well-proportioned, with Ren Zhen covering his body, pecking and kissing Murong Yong's already hot lips as if he couldn't love enough, and sticking out his tongue Lustfully licking the scar on his brow that was left for him, Murong Yong babbled impatiently, raising his waist to hide, but just in time sent his vitals into the hands that had been waiting for him, and Ren Zhen stroked him up and down very familiarly. Move, sometimes turn the palm of the hand, wrap the wet head, and rub repeatedly, hooking up with more lust, and the fluid drips down one after another.

"Ah!!~!" Murong Yonghe moaned in agony after having experienced such a thing before, and bent his elbows to block himself in front of him, his whole body trembling slightly. "Are you happy?" Ren Zhen giggled, pulled his hands away forcibly, buried them in his neck with blood vessels, and sucked the oily sweat secreted by his excitement, but kept moving his hands, sometimes in the carotid artery. A gentle bite——

Murong Yong was like a fish out of water, he flicked upwards violently, his legs trembled violently, his body trembled violently, he was about to vent, he couldn't stand it, he got up suddenly, hugged Ren Zhen's strong back tightly, lost his soul He blurted out, "Brother Chong!"

Note 1: Since the Song Dynasty, the wedding ceremony has only been popularized among nobles and ordinary people as a necessary wedding procedure.