Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Xuancheng asked some things about when he was not in Chang'an, but Mingyue didn't know what he said, and was confused.

"Oh, by the way, master, I heard that Xinxinghou often went to the palace recently, and His Majesty was not there, every time he went, he was stopped by Nan'an.

"Murong Wei, what is he doing in the palace?"

"They said they were going to pay homage to His Majesty."

Xuancheng snorted, but he still looked down upon Murong Wei, "I'm afraid he already knew the news that the emperor's brother is not in the palace, otherwise he wouldn't be so diligent to try."

"I can see those who are loyal and unyielding after the subjugation of the country, and who are determined not to surrender. I also respect those who cannot help but bow down to serve the king. But I look down on his kind of subjugated king. Why is it not his responsibility to subjugate the country? Why? Those in the Murong family must bear the responsibility of destroying the country for it, why Murong Chui would rather surrender and leave him, why all the descendants of the Murong family are reduced to the status of slaves, why he..."

Xuancheng couldn't bear to continue talking.

"But he is the only one. As the lord of a country, why can he still enjoy the glory and wealth after the country is subjugated?"

"Master, who are you complaining about?" Mingyue heard what he meant, and asked gently.

Xuancheng came to his senses, "No, it's okay, I just don't like people like Murong Wei."

Mingyue let out a half-comprehension sound.

"I think he's pretty pathetic, too."

Xuancheng patted him on the shoulder, "How dare you feel sorry for him, he is the kind of person who deserves the worst ending for him."

"I believe he has a last resort."

"He deserves his difficulties, and he deserves everything that is not right."

"The subjugation of the country is not something he can control alone, master, you are a bit too condemning of Murong Wei."

Xuancheng felt that what he said was right, the former Yan's subjugation was indeed not the fault of Murong Wei alone.

But he should be responsible for the subjugation of the country alone.

What is wrong with others?

In the end, Xuancheng still wanted to find an excuse for himself, and felt sad for Murong Chong for taking the blame that should not belong to him.

Where is the root of everything?Xuancheng has not been found so far.

"Master, are you tired? If you want to eat, I'll ask the kitchen to make it for you."

Xuancheng shook his head, "No need, I'm really tired, I want to rest for a while, you can help me, don't worry about me."

Mingyue hesitated to speak.

"You,, have something to say?"

Mingyue is silent at last.

Xuancheng didn't ask any further questions.

Pushing open the door, a fresh fragrance came to the nostrils. During the period of time I walked, the room had been vacant for so long, and Mingyue kept it so clean and tidy every day. The fragrance carried a little bit of laurel.

Xuancheng was lying on the couch, maybe he was really tired from walking, half of the rivers and mountains, he really appreciated the vastness of his hometown.

At this moment, there was no memory in my mind.

Closing his eyelids, his thoughts were instantly wiped out by the pain.

Missing, alone, full of injuries.

His dream didn't last long. In the broken dream, a person stared fiercely into his eyes.

"You help the tyrant to be abusive, and you will die a bad death."

"Mr. Yang Ping, wake up, something serious has happened."

"You are the person I hate to the bone in this life."

"Mr. Yang Ping, it's not good. There are people in the palace, and something serious happened."

"Xuancheng, go, this is your responsibility, Fu Jian should not die here, he has his historical responsibility, you have your mission, protect him, go quickly."

"Mr. Yang Ping, Murong has rebelled."

Xuancheng suddenly woke up.

It turned out that this was not a residual dream.

"Mingyue, what's the matter, tell me quickly, what happened in the palace?" Xuancheng couldn't care less about thinking at this moment, hearing about Murong Chong, his mind was confused.

"My lord, someone from the palace said that Murong Chong colluded with a large number of palace guards from Fu Sheng's lifetime to rebel and trapped His Majesty in the Purple Palace."

How could it be like this, Xuancheng's chest was tight, and he couldn't lift his breath, feeling as if he was suffocating in the next moment.

How could he do this?

He was about to enter the palace in a hurry, but Mingyue held him back, "Master, you can't save His Majesty by entering the palace at this time. Murong Chong was given to His Majesty by Murong Wei, can't you see it? This is Murong Wei's conspiracy. Take His Majesty hostage and restore the Murong Clan."

Impossible, it won't be so serious, how can a king of a subjugated country have the guts to hostage the king of a country under the fence of others.