Wang Meng's eyes sparkled, and his tone was sonorous: "The monarchs and ministers in Jiangdong are united now, and the troops are strong. Fighting in the water towns south of the Yangtze River, the cavalry in the north cannot give full play to their advantages. Once the war goes wrong, there will be a fire in the backyard, and the country will overthrow. The danger! Heavenly King, this is what I say from the bottom of my heart, please be sure to listen to it!"
Fu Jian's eyes sparkled for a long time, and then he sighed: "Forget it, Jing Lue, let's put the matter of conquering the Jin Dynasty aside for the time being. What you said makes some sense, but I was a little too hasty. But Murong Chui has no obvious fault, I can't Kill him. Please don't say anything more about this! It's already very late and we have to go to court early tomorrow. If you have anything to do, please tell me in court."
Fu Jian said, stood up, and walked directly out of the hall without looking at Wang Meng.
Wang Meng looked at Fu Jian's leaving figure, sighed, and murmured to himself: "It seems that the King of Heaven will not be able to make this determination without getting some evidence of Murong Chui's rebellion. What should I do?"
Chang'an, Baiguanfang, Xingxing Houfu, Secret Chamber.
The candlelight flickered. A young man in his early thirties, with handsome appearance and white skin, was looking at a small roll of sheepskin in his hand. His brows were furrowed and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. After reading, he sighed and looked up. He turned to the opposite man, a tall man in his early fifties with a stern expression and a calm expression: "Uncle, it seems that the annihilation of our Murong clan is about to happen this time!"
The speaker was none other than Murong Wei, the last emperor of the former Yan Dynasty. When he was in power, he listened to slander and re-employed treacherous ministers. His mother, Queen Kezu Hun, and Tai Fu Murong Ping teamed up to frame the pillars of the country. He had the best general in the world. Murong Chui, the so-called King of Wu, did not defend his loyalty and treachery, forcing Murong Chui to defect to the Qin State. In the end, the country was destroyed and the clan was destroyed. He himself became a prisoner among his subordinates. If he had not met the benevolent king Fu Jian who met once in a thousand years, he would have been killed. I never kill the king or ministers of the country, I'm afraid that grass will grow on his grave by now.
After the fall of the Yan Kingdom, Murong Wei was granted the title of Shangshu Sanguan by Fu Jian, and was granted the title of Xinxing Hou. He set up a residence in this hundred official houses. He lives in seclusion on weekdays, and few people are willing to associate with this king who has subjugated his country. But today, on this day when the Qin State put down the rebellion and the whole city was celebrating, the two pillars of the Murong family, the former emperor and the former emperor's uncle, Wu Wang Murong Chui, were secretly in the dark room of the Marquis Mansion. They met to discuss the future of the Murong family.
Murong Chui was wearing the clothes of a handyman. He sneaked in overnight after receiving the secret message tonight. It was only after he spotted Wang Meng entering the palace that he seized this rare opportunity. Since the fall of the Yan Kingdom, he has There had been no contact with Murong Wei, his nephew, for about four or five years, and this was the first time they met after the country was destroyed.
Murong Chui opened his mouth, revealing a missing front tooth. It was knocked off during a horse attack during the battle with Huan Wen, so he changed his name to Murong Que for a time, and later changed his name to Murong Chui after defecting to Qin. Looking at this unsatisfactory nephew, he sneered: "What plans do you have to save my Murong clan? Last time, you sacrificed a sister and a brother to save your life. Who are you going to sacrifice this time?" "
This sentence stung Murong Wei's pain. His eyes turned red and he shouted loudly: "Stop it, don't say it anymore!"
Murong Chui laughed, his laughter full of hatred and anger: "I think how difficult it was for my ancestors of the Murong family to start a business. After several generations of struggle and hundreds of years of development, they finally conquered the Central Plains, but you made them miserable. When the country is destroyed and the clan is destroyed, you still have to sacrifice your sons and daughters for people’s sexual pleasures to preserve your family. Murong Wei, what do you think about it when you die and see your ancestors under the Nine Springs?!"
Murong Wei's voice was choked with sobs: "It's all my fault. Please take all the retribution and suffering on me. It's not a pity that I, Murong Wei, should die, but my uncle is right. Our Murong clan, how can we Noble, how can you die because of me?! If there is any way to save my Murong clan with my death, I will not hesitate!"
Murong Chui roared just now, and his anger for many years was finally vented. He sighed and his eyes turned gloomy: "If you can save my entire clan with one life, it would be easy. Now it is the old thief Wang Meng who wants to harm the most." The one he wants to harm most is me, Murong Chui. When Chong'er and Qinghe were in the palace, they could still protect my clan by pleasing the Di thief (Fu Jian). , but now the old thief (Wang Meng) is determined to kill me, he first expelled Chong'er, and there is a female streamer in Qinghe who no longer favors the thief, so I, the Murong clan, will never die!"
Murong Chui's eyes flashed coldly, and his words changed: "But the situation has not reached the point of despair. Chong'er is right. Only by driving a wedge between the Di thief and the old thief can we have a chance of survival. . If the state of Qin is at peace, then we will never be able to stand up again. Even if the Di thieves can tolerate us, they will not tolerate us, the Murong clan, when their descendants and nephews come. Besides, it is not easy for us to ascend to the throne. How can we be willing to live in this place? The country of Yan was lost to you, I will find a way to restore it!"
Murong Wei's eyes lit up and he asked anxiously: "Does uncle have any clever plan to restore the country?"
Murong Chui sneered and said: "It's very simple, messing up the Qin State! The north is unstable, the Di people are few in number, and because the Di thieves claim to be ancient saints and sages, they want to rule the world with benevolence and righteousness, but the Di people have no special preferential treatment. What they did a while ago The clan, Fu Luo, Fu Zhong and others, who held heavy troops, successively plotted rebellions. Although they were quickly put down, it can already explain the problem. They used the lurking country in crisis to carry out conquests, and the country was destroyed!"
Murong Wei said thoughtfully: "Uncle, do you mean to provoke a war between Qin and Jin in order to profit from it?"
Murong Chui nodded: "The Jin Kingdom is not a soft persimmon. I have fought against them. Recently, I sent your sister-in-law to investigate the Jiangnan area. The news she sent back said that Wu's soldiers are light and fruitless, the people are strong, and there are many heroes. There are huge advantages in fighting in the water towns south of the Yangtze River. Of course, if they come to the northern plains, they are no match for our cavalry, but if the battle line is along the Jianghuai River, or even to the south of the Yangtze River, the northern troops will be at a disadvantage."
"If the Di thieves want to unify Yunei, they must want to annex the Jin State. However, although the Jin State's military population is not as good as that of the Qin State, it is now internally united and has a strong army. It is not easy to fight. If the Qin State really sends out all its troops, then our chances will be coming!"
Murong Wei said hesitantly: "Is there really a chance? This time Fu Luofu rebelled again, and there were 100,000 soldiers. Wouldn't they be destroyed in less than a month? Even if the Jin Dynasty mobilized its troops, the army would not exceed 300,000, and Di If the thieves are ruthless, with the mobilization power of the Hu tribes in the north, it will not be difficult to assemble a million-strong army." chapter;
