Three days ago, Chang'an built the Zhang Palace.

Tuoba Yan had moved to the palace to recover from his injuries. His left arm had turned black due to the wound a year ago.

Murong Chong walked into the palace and looked at Tuoba Yan with a frown. Tuoba Yan raised his head and looked at him, but neither of them said anything. Tuoba Yan was getting thinner and thinner, his eyes were slightly sunken, and his face was dark. Compared with the past, he was different. Wang Ziye sat aside and adjusted the medicine for external application for him.

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"Okay." Prince Ye finished the medicine and saw the imperial doctor wrapping a bandage on Tuoba Yan himself, and said, "Let's rest for a while."

Tuoba Yan, with a hint of exhaustion, was about to open his mouth to greet Murong Chong, but Fu Jian walked into the hall and explained: "A year ago, during the chaos in Chang'an, Yan'er was accidentally injured by a demon, and fortunately midnight The special medicine prepared has controlled the poison.”

Murong Chong observed Tuoba Yan for a long time, and said something inhumane coldly.

"How long can you live?"

Tuoba Yan smiled helplessly, and Wang Ziye said: "Mr. Murong is serious, take good care of it, there won't be too many problems. The trouble is, Lord Tuoba was injured a year ago and left without saying goodbye, and left for the north. One trip delayed diagnosis and treatment."

Murong Chong said, "Prince Ye, why do you treat this kind of injury?"

Wang Ziye said calmly: "After living for a long time and reading more books, naturally you have to know a little bit about everything."

Murong Chong just didn't answer, so Wang Ziye got up and said goodbye. The rest, Fu Jian, Tuoba Yan, and Murong Chong, were sitting in the hall. Murong Chong had always been reticent to talk, and even ignored Fu Jian, let alone the Tuoba family. But Tuoba Yan, who used to be handsome and jade-like in the wind, is now in such a state that he can't help but hurt him, and even feels cold behind his back.

Tuoba Yan had been ill for a long time. At first, Murong Chong only heard that he was injured while practicing martial arts, but he did not expect that he was attacked by corpse poison. What is even more strange is that Wang Ziye used medicine to control the corpse poison. Diffusion, so that he remains the same, and has not become a living dead.

It's just that Tuoba Yan temporarily resigned from the position of commander of the forbidden army in the name of recuperation. In name, the forbidden army was directly commanded by Fu Jian.

Fu Jian was relieved by his kind words, Murong Chong just sat quietly without speaking, and Tuo Ba Yan asked again, "How is the situation of Chi Lechuan?"

Fu Jian said: "Shulukong has resigned from the position of Dachanyu, and I have sent three groups of messengers to go to find Shi Mokun. The southern expedition is a big plan, and it is imperative to take care of the miscellaneous hustle."

Murong Chong said, "Shulukong and that Han boy, I heard that they went down to the south of the Yangtze River along Goryeo."

Fu Jian made an "en" and said, "Unfortunately, Shu Lukong was originally a talent, but for some reason, he left Chi Lechuan and ignored it... that's all, I'll talk about it later."

Tuoba Yan was silent, and Murong Chong said to him, "You rest first. If you need anything, send someone to deliver me a letter."

Tuoba Yan nodded, Fu Jian smiled and said, "What do you want in my palace?"

Murong Chong's attitude towards Tuoba Yan was very complicated. On the one hand, he did not hesitate to stand up to protect Xiang Shu and Chen Xing who were going north. This ignorant act made Murong Chong quite irritable. But on the other hand, Tuoba Yan and his sister, Princess Qinghe, had a good relationship during his lifetime, and he was also a native of Xianbei. He still had a little friendship that he didn't want to talk about because of his old sister's affection.

What's more, Murong Chong always felt that Tuoba Yan was also a pitiful person, especially the loneliness in his eyes - Murong Chong understood at a glance. Living in the palace, there are no friends, no family, only eunuchs and palace maids who come to deliver food on weekdays, just like prisoners.

"Let Yan'er rest." Fu Jian said calmly, "Come with me, Chong'er."

Murong Chong followed Fu Jian and passed through the Taiye Pond on the side of Shanglin Garden. Fu Jian pressed his hands on the long bar and looked down at the swimming fish in the pond.

"I have been thinking a lot these days," said Fu Jian.

Murong Chong replied, "I remember that Wang Meng reminded you more than once before he died, did he not entrust you with dreams?"

Fu Jian helplessly smiled and said, "It has nothing to do with Nan Zheng, Chong'er, can you listen carefully to what I have to say?"

"What are you thinking?" Murong Chong's gaze turned to Chi Zhong.

Fu Jian turned around, leaned in front of the fence, looked at Murong Chong, and said, "I'm thinking about life and death, I'm thinking about when I will die."

Murong Chong was stunned and glanced at Fu Jian. In his memory, Fu Jian never talked about this matter, not even the words "I will live forever". No one has ever thought that Fu Jian would die in the near future. This northern monarch, who claimed to be "unrivaled in his exploits", was in his prime. Even if many people secretly cursed him to die, it turned out that Fu Jian would only get worse. Strong, stronger day by day, even more invincible than the Shulukong who is known as "the best in the world".

Murong Chong's expression flashed in his eyes, he put away his thoughts, and said instead, "Why did your majesty say this?"

Fu Jian looked at Murong Chong with tenderness in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to hold him. Murong Chong avoided it subconsciously. Only when Fu Jian appeared in front of him did he remind him that those pasts were real.

The long days in Luoyang also made it difficult for him to return to the role of Chang'an.

Murong Chong asked Fu Jian to hold his hand, and Fu Jian said again: "Life, old age, sickness and death are predestined by heaven, if you are a human being, you will always die. After your sister left, I have thought a lot about Wang Meng and Wang Meng. Shuluwen, think of those who will conquer the northern world with me."

Murong Chong didn't answer, and Fu Jian said again: "When I saw Yan'er, when I saw Yan, I couldn't help thinking, what exactly are they?"

Murong Chong suddenly became a little wary, his brows furrowed, he was silent, Fu Jian's big hand rubbed Murong Chong's palm, separated his long fingers, interlocked with his ten fingers, and murmured: "After that chaos, I will check it out in the middle of the night. There are a large number of ancient books, and they told me that the sword did not appear out of thin air, but has a long history."

"What?" Murong Chong noticed that something was wrong and looked sideways at Fu Jian's eyes.

Fu Jian stared into Murong Chong's eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, just like birds and beasts, rocks and trees, they are all part of this world. mockery, and confrontation with death."

"So?" Murong Chong frowned, "Your Majesty, what are you trying to say?"

Fu Jian said lightly: "Don't you often ask, who sent you an army in the Longmenxia barracks?"

Murong Chong: "..."

Fu Jian took Murong Chong's hand, pulled him back, and turned around the upper water corridor of Taiye Pond.

"I brought Chong'er in." Fu Jian said in a deep voice.

Murong Chong stopped outside the Hanguang Hall, and suddenly realized a serious problem. His hands were covered in cold sweat, but Fu Jian gently pushed the door open. Princess Qinghe.

Murong Chong's breath was suffocated, only to see that Princess Qinghe's complexion was beautiful, no different from before her death, but upon closer inspection, the gray face and neck were covered with powder. The only difference from before her death was that her eyes became cloudy, but the moment she raised her head, she still laughed.

"Chong'er?" Princess Qinghe whispered.

"Sister?" Murong Chong's voice trembled.

"Ziye found records about the '魃' from the Feng family," Fu Jian said slowly, "As long as you deal with it properly, all the dead can be resurrected. I also discovered that Feng Qianyi had gone astray in the past..."

Murong Chong's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he looked at Princess Qinghe with wide eyes. At that moment, his blood was cold, as if someone was ruthlessly strangling his throat.

It was night, after the end of the twilight drum, the carriage left the west of the city and headed east of the city. When the wheel ran over the street, it splashed a little, and the horse's hooves suddenly slipped, as if it were running on oil.

In the dark night, kerosene dripped silently from the courtyard walls on both sides of the long street, gathered towards the center of the street, and then soaked the entire street in the oil.

"Wait," said Prince Ye in the carriage, "stop."

All around, the soldiers dressed in black armor stood majestically on the street, silent and silent, like ghosts who had been waiting for a long time.

"I thought you were here to thank me." Wang Ziye said.

In an instant, it spread from the center of the street to all sides, and all the soldiers put their hands on the crossbow, and with a "click" sound, the tens of thousands of people who were ambushed in Chang'an City appeared at the same time, and Murong Chong appeared in the darkness.

"Thank you for what?" Murong Chong said coldly, "Thank you for releasing hundreds of thousands of living dead in Luoyang? Or thank you for taking advantage of Feng Qianyi to cause my sister's death and stealing her body, making her the person she is today. Deputy look?"

Wang Ziye waved the folding fan in his hand, and Yun Danfeng smiled softly: "Murong Chong, you are still too young, I am a person who can wake up even the dead. Facing me, what chance do you have?"

Murong Chong stared at Wang Ziye without saying a word. A soldier behind him held a torch and handed it to Murong Chong.

"I don't know what you are." Murong Chong said in a deep voice, "I only know that you must not be human, Wang Ziye."

Wang Ziye smiled without saying a word, staring at the torch in Murong Chong's hand.

"I don't intend to talk to you, and I have no interest in what you are. I just want to send you..." Murong Chong said, "Go where you should go, get out, you came to Chang'an by mistake."

The torch fell to the ground.

Jiankang, afternoon.

"...So Murong Chong set fire to the entire Shufang Street." Xie An said, "Prince Ye was burnt to ashes in the fire, and how many innocent people died that night, it's unknown. already."

Sima Yao sat in the middle, accompanied by Puyang, Xie Xuan, the governor of Yanzhou, Xie Shi, the servant of the Huangmen, Wang Linzhi, the prefect of Dongyang, and Huan Yi, the general of Jianwei Zhonglang. Below the right are Xiang Shu, Chen Xing and Feng Qianjun.

In the middle is Xie An holding a folding fan, with a short case in front of him, without rushing or slow, telling the inside story of this shocking change that the monarchs and ministers of the Jin court knew. Xie An finished speaking what he knew, and took another sip of tea to moisten his throat.

"It is said that the next day, Fu Jian was very angry," Sima Yao said indifferently, "Not only did the Nanzheng case not be put on hold for the time being, but it was even claimed that he wanted to inherit Prince Ye's last wish and slaughter my great Jin. It is very interesting to find out that the most popular cause of the death of the national teacher Wang Ziye, but we Han people."

Chen Xing pondered silently, the next day, Qiu She unexpectedly broke out such a shocking case, which really surprised him.

Xiang Shu: "Murong Chong killed him just by burning it?"

"At the moment, yes," Xie An said, "Although An Shi is not talented, he has not been able to become a member of the exorcists, but these days, I have heard a lot of the truth about the transformation of heaven and man from my younger brother. , Murong Chong shouldn't have any magic weapon in his hand, and he didn't have a high-level person to follow, and he burned Wang Ziye with pure anger, as for why the two sides have such deep hatred, we don't know."

"Princess Qinghe," Chen Xing murmured, "it must be because of Princess Qinghe."

Xiang Shu frowned slightly, and Feng Qianjun said, "So he discovered Wang Ziye, who is the master behind?"

Chen Xing said: "No, I guess he was wrong and found that Prince Ye had resurrected Princess Qinghe."

Everyone was instantly shocked. Chen Xing said to Feng Qianjun: "Brother Feng, do you remember the news you heard when you followed the Pingyang Army? From that day on, I have always wondered whether Shihai will bring Princess Qinghe back to life one day, come here. Blackmail or bewitch Fu Jian."

Although the Jin court sent spies in Chang'an, their abilities were limited. After Feng Qianyi's death, the intelligence network had been fully closed. What's more, after Fu Jian and Murong Chong had a secret talk that day, Murong Chong was ambushed in the street that night and burned alive. Prince's Night. In the Qin court, there was a moment of suspicion, saying that it was Fu Jian who instructed Murong Chong, but it didn't look like that. After all, Fu Jian was the most powerful supporter of the main war faction.

Xiang Shu finally said, "How to deal with the camp in Longmen Gorge, Luoyang?"

Xie An shook his head and spread his hands, indicating that he had no comment.

Xie Shi said: "Finally, Fu Jian relieved Murong Chong of his military power and made him go back to Luoyang alone, thinking about it in the face of the wall."

The hall was silent for a while, and then Xiang Shu said, "I don't think Wang Ziye is dead. If he is really a corpse, he couldn't have been burned to death like this."

Chen Xing looked at Xiang Shu and said, "I don't think so either."

Feng Qianjun: "Second."

"But at least for now, he is indeed missing." Xie An said, "Chang'an posted that Murong Chong did not hesitate to assassinate Han Chen, the main battle faction, in order to obstruct the Southern Expedition. The inside story is only known to all of you here."

Sima Yao stroked his hair and realized that the hairline was too high, so he quickly put it down, raised his eyes and straightened the hair on his forehead, and said, "If the corpse is so talented, why not even kill Murong Chong? "

"Doing this will only turn against the Murong Clan of Xianbei," Xiang Shu said. "What Wang Ziye wants is for Fu Jian to assemble his team and fight the Yangtze River, not for the Qin court to disintegrate. It doesn't do him any good. He can't, and he won't lie in ambush in Qin court for so many years, and then he will have to rely on Fu Jian's power."

The Murong Clan has a huge power in Chang'an, and Wang Ziye's only reliance is Fu Jian. They may not be able to get rid of Wang Ziye completely, but they must gather enough troops to betray Chang'an. If Wang Ziye's plan is revealed, it will only make Chang'an's already fragile situation fall apart, leaving Fu Jian alone. How easy is it to find another king who obeys him?

Xiang Shu's words instantly reminded Chen Xing.

Having operated by Fu Jian's side for so many years, it can be seen that Shihai is not that powerful, and the most important thing is that he cannot affect everyone through magic. And from this argument, Chen Xing also understands where Xiang Shu's confidence comes from. Their enemies are not so invincible.

Thinking of this, Chen Xing roughly deduced why Wang Ziye wanted to capture him as a sacrifice.

The light of the heart shines in the world, and it can also affect people’s hearts and expel evil, so if even the light of the heart is refined by resentment, can you control people’s thoughts at will?

"What will you do next?" Sima Yao asked Chen Xing.

Chen Xing wanted to answer that he would still go to Luoyang and unplug the army under the Longmen Gorge, but at this moment there was no need for Dajin to send an envoy.

Moreover, Murong Chong was temporarily out of power, and he could no longer influence Fu Jian's thoughts in the short term. If Wang Ziye is a corpse, sooner or later there will be a day when he will reappear. Burning a military barracks alone won't do much. If the corpse wants to be rebuilt, it can still be made.

"Wait," Xiang Shu didn't wait for Chen Xing to answer, but said first, "Wait for the moment when Shi Hai reappears."

Chen Xing looked at Xiang Shu and found that he did not know when the exorcist was headed by Xiang Shu, and everyone seemed to naturally listen to his dispatch and decision.

"These days," Xiang Shu added, "please send a few more detectives to follow the flow of the leylines to search for Wang Ziye's whereabouts. I have already delivered the map of Shenzhou to Xie An in advance."

"Okay." Sima Yao was obviously very relaxed today, and waved casually, "I'll ask Da Shanyu... No, the protector is too much trouble."

Chen Xing said: "When is the map?"

Xiang Shu replied: "In the few months you were lying on the couch, I found the distribution of the leylines in Shenzhou from the ancient scrolls of the Xiang family."

Chen Xing said again: "How do you know... that's right... Indeed. Xiang Shu, you are so smart!" Then he exclaimed: "You are too smart! Too sober! I remember it too clearly! I forgot about it. It's gone!"

Chen Xing also remembered that the mysterious man who came to instruct Wen Zhe in Kuaiji underground that day, finally threw himself into the leylines and used the flow of the leylines to leave. That is to say, if Wang Ziye wanted to escape, he would probably go through the leylines.

Xiang Shu sometimes had nothing to do with Chen Xing. He was always thinking of what to say. With such a large group of people discussing things, he boasted so unabashedly in public, and it was three consecutive compliments. That's all you can say, the key is that the exorcists have no plans before this, isn't it a joke?

Xiang Shu had to cough hard, everyone was embarrassed for a few breaths, Xie An immediately said: "Yesterday, An Shi originally had one more thing that I would like to discuss with you."

Xie An changed the topic, and Sima Yao continued: "Actually, there is nothing to discuss, Mr. Chen, I have something to support you, so I will send you my Zhongshu Supervisor."

Chen Xing: "Wait...what do you mean?"

Pu Yang said: "After consideration, Your Majesty decided to send Lord Xie An Xie to the Exorcism Division to act as... act as... this, Secretary Secretary? Together with the position of exorcist, to assist Mr. Chen, and then deal with matters. , if you have any requirements, whether you want money or people, you can just ask Mr. Xie."

Chen Xing: "I want a Fan... Senior Brother Xie, I'm going to say it before, I don't despise you, you are also a pillar of the country, come to my Exorcism Division to fight, is there any problem? What about your Beifu soldiers? Don't care? "

Xie An smiled kindly and said: "The training of soldiers in the Beifu has long been completed, and it is not urgent. Your Majesty also thinks that I am in the way. My two nephews will go to take over temporarily. Little Junior Brother, I am here to exorcise demons by order, you Wouldn't it be difficult to get along with Your Majesty?"

Xiang Shu didn't want to talk about these long-winded words: "Okay, then it's settled."

At first Feng Qianjun thought that Sima Yao might have asked Xie An to monitor his group, but it was impossible to force Xie An, who was like the prime minister of a country, to be forced into it. In this way, with Xie An's assistance, everyone will directly get the greatest help from Jin Ting. It can be seen that Sima Yao really considered Chen Xing's words seriously, but it was only involved in the dispute between Hu and Han, and he didn't want to take the blame, and just used Xie An's hand.

"It's a ghost!" Chen Xing was about to refute, but everyone got Xiang Shu's position and clapped their hands one after another.

"Congratulations to my uncle taking office!" Xie Xuan was the first to laugh.

Sima Yao: "Xie Qing, you can finally realize your dream, why don't you thank me?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Xie An immediately got up with a face full of spring breeze, bowed his hands to everyone, and said to Xiang Shu: "In the future, I will ask the Lord Protector Martial God, Lord Exorcist, Lord Feng, Lord Xiao, and everyone will take care of you."

So in this way, Xie An got his wish and became an exorcist at an advanced age when he almost knew his destiny. A childhood dream fulfilled.

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