Fu Jian nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "It must be your sister who is here. Gu asked her to get a gift for you. I guess..."
A voice in the eunuch's unique yin-yang accent came from the door: "To the King of Heaven, Prime Minister Wang Meng is waiting for an order outside the palace, asking to see His Majesty."
Fu Jian's expression changed: "What, Prime Minister Wang is here?" Following these words, Murong Chong's hand that was tying his belt trembled slightly, and then continued the movement as if nothing had happened.
Fu Jian smiled slightly and touched Murong Chong's head: "Don't worry, I will satisfy you."
He turned around with a smile, and Murong Chong looked at his retreating back. A cold and terrifying look gradually flashed across his face. It was so out of place on this handsome face.
A waiter quietly walked up to Murong Chong and whispered in Xianbei dialect: "King Zhongshan, do you want to treat your injury today? It will be very troublesome in the future if the place breaks."
Murong Chong gritted his teeth and opened his eyes wide. Now his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was extremely ferocious. He whispered in Xianbei dialect and replied: "Tell eldest brother and King Wu that the old thief Wang Meng will never die in destroying our clan. I'm afraid that I won't be able to stay in the palace for long, and they will find a way to let others in and entangle Fu Jian with their beauty. Only by driving a wedge between them and the relationship between the king and the minister, can we have a glimmer of hope for the restoration of the country, absolutely!"
Fu Jian walked out of the dormitory and came to the side hall Liangyi Hall. This was the place where he urgently summoned his ministers at night, or where he would discuss state affairs privately with his ministers after retreating from the court. This Di king had a reputation as a benevolent king, and he benefited from it. Due to his high degree of self-control and self-discipline, he would never delay important state affairs even in his sleep. Of course, the person who disturbed his ecstasy and sweet dreams the most was Wang Meng, who was now wearing court uniform and sitting on the couch.
Fu Jian came now in casual clothes. He was a little surprised to see Wang Meng dressed so formally, because Wang Meng usually came at night and usually dressed in casual clothes, so that everyone could avoid the courtesy of a monarch and his ministers. Fu Jian's lips curled up. He said, "Jing Lue, why are you here late at night?" He still addressed Wang Meng by his first name, to show that the two of them were like brothers and the atmosphere should not be so serious.
Wang Meng's face was solemn and he said in a deep voice: "King of Heaven, have you ever heard the sound of nursery rhymes outside the palace?"
Fu Jian heard it on the way here, and he frowned: "It's nothing more than a phoenix, a phoenix tree, or something like that. Isn't it just that Murong Chong and I have feelings? As for arranging nursery rhymes like this to make fun of?"
At this point, he paused: "Besides, you Han people have had this idea of cut sleeves since ancient times. Isn't the word cut sleeves itself a matter between the emperor of the Han Dynasty and his same-sex lover? It's not like I don't know it. Son, shouldn’t we have this hobby?”
Wang Meng sighed: "I'm not saying that your majesty can't be a good man. This is your majesty's private matter. It's not convenient for me to interfere, but the one you favor is the younger brother of the former Yan Emperor Murong Wei and the royal prince of the Murong family. This is also true. No problem?"
Fu Jian's eyes flashed coldly: "The Kingdom of Yan has been destroyed. The Murong family has been arranged by the emperor and the kings of the clan. According to your suggestion, I have given them idle official positions, or border governors. They were not allowed to stay in the Liaodong and Guandong regions where they started. They have been very submissive over the years. What’s the problem?”
Wang Meng shook his head: "My king, my king, never underestimate the heart of an emperor. The Murong family is an ambitious family, and the Xianbei Bailu are ambitious and will rebel whenever they get the chance. Now that they see the peace and prosperity of the Qin Dynasty, There is no chance, so I am waiting temporarily. If there is any trouble, everyone in the Murong family, including your male favorite, will betray you."
Fu Jian shook his head: "I treat others with kindness and justice, and others will be grateful in return. Even the wolves on the grassland can become friends of mankind. In ancient times, there were saints and kings who forgave their enemies. In recent times, Zhuge Wuhou captured seven of them seven times. Indulging Meng Huo in order to win the hearts of the southern barbarians. Do you want me to imitate those barbaric and cruel barbarian kings and massacre their defeated opponents? Jinglue, Fenghuang is just an immature child, don’t do this Force him."
At this point, Fu Jian's eyes flashed: "Actually, even after Fenghuang becomes Ding, I can still give him an official position such as Secretary Lang or Writer, and keep him in the palace to wait for the imperial edict, so that others can always No more gossip."
Wang Meng sighed: "If the King of Heaven is really unwilling to kill these Murong clan, he can no longer keep Murong Chong in the palace. Now even the children know about this and even sang nursery rhymes. It is too detrimental to your image." And what will the Murong clan and the Xianbei people think when they hear this? The pain of national subjugation will be evoked again, which is not a good thing."
Fu Jian was silent for a while, then sighed: "Is my harem so big that it can't even accommodate a phoenix?"
Wang Meng's eyes flashed coldly: "Heavenly King, as a king, you must control your desires and impulses. For the sake of the national destiny of the Qin Dynasty, Murong Chong is about to become a man. In the past, you could use the excuse of accompanying his sister to keep him in the palace. , how can he stay after he becomes a man? Please send him out of the palace as soon as possible. "
Fu Jian's eyes were shining. He sighed and said to the outside of the hall: "Here comes someone."
A handsome-looking eunuch ran in. Fu Jian took off a bright red brocade robe and handed it to the eunuch: "Give this to Murong Chong, just say it's a parting gift from Gu. I hope he can see things." Miss you, always think of me. Also, let Murong Chui preside over Murong Chong's coming-of-age ceremony tomorrow. After the ceremony, he will be sent out of the palace to be the prefect of Pingyang. The order will be issued later. "
The chamberlain raised his head, a look of confusion flashed across his face: "Won't the King of Heaven bid farewell to Phoenix in person?"
Fu Jian turned his head and a tear rolled down from the corner of his eye: "No, Gu is afraid of seeing Phoenix, so I can't bear to let him go. Go ahead, before Gu changes his mind."
The chamberlain held the brocade robe in both hands and stepped back. Fu Jian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at Wang Meng, his face regaining the dignity and bearing of an emperor: "Jing Lue, is there anything else?"
Wang Meng hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "There is one more thing. This matter is more important and more urgent than Murong Chong's matter. I ask the king to agree to it no matter what."
A look of displeasure flashed across Fu Jian's face, and his voice became a little cold: "You go ahead and listen."
Wang Meng said sternly: "Please give an order from the King of Heaven to kill Murong Chui immediately. If this man is not killed, the Qin Dynasty will never be destroyed!" chapter;
