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date="2021-11-25"

title="Section 19"

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, Murong Xiu eyebrows suddenly stretched.

So Changqing couldn't be angry with himself? He still cares about himself, doesn't he?

Murong Xiu's tone was a little bit of joy: "My brother has been away for a few months, II am worried, I always dream of my brother at night."

Yan Changqing looked at him with a complicated expression: "Don't you ever dream of others?"

Murong Xiu was taken aback, as if he thought of some warm past, and said softly: "I have dreamed of my mother and concubine several times. We still go around my mother and concubine asking for gadgets like when we were young, and the mother and concubine always Being partial to you made me cry, but in the end, my brother always gave me all the treasures just like he did in the past."

There seemed to be a slight wave in Yan Changqing's black eyes, but in just a moment, it was replaced by even more piercing emotions.

In his chest, there is a ball of flame, which is burning quietly all the time, and every inch of fiery tongue is burning his heart. It's the guilt that has never been done before, the guilt deep in the bones, the incomprehension, and the resentment.

"I am different from the emperor. Whenever I dream, I can always dream of many, many people."

As if realizing the meaning of Yan Changqing's words, Murong Xiu's tenderness diminished slightly, raising an eyebrow, somewhat curious: "Who did my brother dream about?"

Murong Xiu was curious and innocent at this moment, exactly like his youth when he was twelve or thirteen years old.

Yan Changqing looked at his expression, but only felt that the hair was horrified.

"I dreamed that a seven or eight-year-old child was crying loudly and wanted to wake up his dead mother. I dreamed that a villager covered in blood would still protect his wife and children at the last moment of life. I dreamed See, the old woman with white hair tremblingly covered her son's grave with the last scratch of yellow soil. I also dreamed that my most loyal and brave soldier in Dayan, his eyes widened, fell on his own. Under the sword, you can’t catch your eyes."

Yan Changqing looked at Murongxiu's face quietly, his eyes were so strange and cold: "The emperor, have you never dreamed of them, never heard them crying in your ears in the middle of the night?"

Murong Xiu changed his face suddenly, and said tremblingly: "Brother, you blame me, don't you?"

"blame"?

Yan Changqing murmured. Does he blame Murong Xiu?

In fact, Yan Changqing has been thinking about this issue amidst the chaos brought about by injuries in the past few days.

As a courtier, he could not blame the emperor, he could only grieve.

As an elder brother, he can't bear to complain about his younger brother who grew up with him.

"I'm sorry. Murong Xiu lowered his eyes: "The Minister of the DPRK and the Central Government is reluctant to respond to this matter. I can only think of such a way to protect you. "

"So the blood is flowing into a river like this, killing the people?" Yan Changqing's voice was a little bit angry and incomprehensible, and said: "This kind of protection is an insult to me."

It’s not that he doesn’t know what kind of punishment he will face for the robbery of the ship, but if one person does the job, the other person bears the burden. People.

Also, that person. don’t know if he is alive or not...

Yan Changqing didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Murongxiu gently stroked the icy shackles between Yan Changqing's wrists, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His Changqing brother is still so naive.

He raised his head and asked, "Brother, do you still remember that the father once asked us a question about substituting water for soldiers?"

Yan Changqing frowned, wondering why Murongxiu suddenly changed such a topic.

He certainly remembered that about seven or eight years ago, he was accompanied by Murong Xiu. One day, the first emperor Murong Tao suddenly came to his interest and took the historical book story as the base to test one of their questions.

There is a small and weak country that encounters an invasion by a powerful enemy, and a large area of ​​territory is about to be occupied. Just as this country was about to die, someone gave the monarch of this country a clever trick.

It turns out that there is a big river in this country during the flood season, and the river is surging like thousands of golden dragons. At this time, the enemy is trying to force a crossing on this big river. The minister's clever plan is to forcibly open the river channel and let the turbulent river that burst the bank instead of thousands of horses, which will surely defeat the enemy's offensive circle.

"Then you said, should the monarch of this country adopt this suggestion?" Murong Tao asked.

Yan Changqing lowered his head for a moment and shook his head solemnly.

Murongtao touched the top of his head: "Why don't you agree?"

Yan Changqing is only twelve or thirteen years old, yet he is not afraid at all, his immature face is full of seriousness:

"If the river is cut, thousands of innocent people in the lower reaches of the river will be buried in fish belly. Even if they escape by chance, fertile fields are flooded, their homes are destroyed, the people are displaced, and the people are hungry everywhere. Even if the enemy is defeated, this kind of hell on earth is not comparable to the enemy. Is the tragedy after the army occupied the country even more terrible?"

Yan Changqing saw Murong Tao coldly and did not answer, the still immature teenager felt a little nervous, but he bit his lower lip and decided to stick to his opinion. He continued:

"The country will fall, the responsibility lies with the king, the will, not the people, and the people should never be reduced to a physical shield against foreign enemies. As a courtier, we should unite all the soldiers and fight for the country until the last drop of blood is shed. A silver lining!"

The air suddenly became silent, the sun shone into the hall, and fine dust flew around the sun. Murong Xiu looked at his silent father, who looked a little gloomy, and pulled Yan Changqing's sleeves with some worry.

Yan Changqing held his hand and raised his head stubbornly, waiting for punishment.

However, he was greeted with a burst of laughter.

"Good! Good! Good!" Murong Tao smiled and clapped his hands, looking at Yan Changqing from head to toe for a long time, his eyes full of relief and approval. road:

"What a ‘fight to the last drop of blood!’ Good good! Looking at the future of my big Yan country, there will be another rare talent!"

After hearing these words, Murong Xiu's hanging heart fell. When Murongtao asked his thoughts again, he didn't even think about it, and opened his mouth to answer:

"I'm the same as Brother Changqing thought."

It wasn't that Murong Xiu saw that Yan Changqing was praised and wanted to follow the crowd, but when he heard this question at the beginning, he had the same answer as Yan Changqing.

The reason is the same. Although he is only twelve years old, he has read a lot of history books, and he often sympathizes with the tragic situation of the refugees recorded in the books. When he reads the painful places, the little boy will occasionally wet his eyes.

However, Murong Tao's face suddenly sank after hearing his son's answer.

"You, retreat first." Murong Tao said to Yan Changqing.

Yan Changqing didn't realize this sudden turn, so he had to obey his orders, and while retiring, he looked back at Murong Xiu, who was also puzzled and scratching the back of his head.

It was at the age of playfulness, Murong Xiu even secretly made a face at him, so that he would not worry.

However, at the moment when Yan Changqing gently closed the hall door, he suddenly heard a very loud and crisp slap in the hall.

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Murongxiu grabbed Yan Changqing's hand, and greedily used his hand to rub his profile, as if there were still the bright red five-fingerprints left by the emperor.

"Your answer to your father reflects the courage and loyalty to fight for the people of the world. This is the most desirable quality of a general. But I am different from you."

Murong Xiu murmured: "Father, with a slap, taught me a truth, that is, what is the "balance" of the monarch, as a monarch, more importantly, is to defend the country named "Murong". If you can use water instead of soldiers. , With the lives of thousands of people, in exchange for a permanent presence, isn’t it a very cost-effective business?"

Yan Changqing pulled back his hand hard: "

"Sale?! There is no life for hundreds of surnames. In your opinion, it is just business?"

"Isn't it?" Murong Xiu asked back, laughing:

"In order to prevent the harem from being monopolized, one sentence will set up sons and kill mothers. My mother and concubine will have 72 lives up and down, in exchange for my throne. Isn't this just business? And Qixia Village is just ordinary people, and their lives are far away. Not as noble as my mother and concubine, and use their lives to save your future and stop the mouths of those veterans. Isn't it right?"

"you……!"

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu incredulously. What happened to his little brother? Why did he become such a stranger to him?

"You are not afraid that once this incident occurs, you will be scolded by the world and become the king of tyranny? You are not afraid that you will hear complaints and cry every night, and your conscience will no longer be peaceful?!"

As if hearing something extremely ridiculous, Murong Xiu laughed, her shoulders trembling constantly, and said: "Those unjust dead, if you want to cry on my pillow, then cry, anyway, I can hear my mother concubine every night. The cry of the clan has long been tired of listening to it. Change the tune, why not do it?"

There was a sharp pain in Yan Changqing's heart, and he suddenly felt extremely tired and powerless.

He did not approve of the monarch's skill of weighing, and he did not understand why the lives of the entire Qixia village and the lives of fifty-three followers were used as the cost to save his future.

"Compared with those hundreds of lives, I am not that important... I am not worth..."

He has always been upright and proud, and has never been a self-deprecating person, but he could not agree with Murong Xiu's choice anyway.

"No! You are worth it!" Murong Xiu interrupted him suddenly, staring at Yan Changqing with piercing eyes, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes, "A Qixia Village, but a few hundred lives. What if the whole country is lost?" What about losing my own life? No one can beat your idea, no one can take you away from me, no matter who it is, no matter who it is!"

In the last few sentences, Murong Xiu's expression actually showed a bit fierce and crazy, Yan Changqing's heart was shocked, and he suddenly understood the scene on the cliff. Why do Zhang Jian and Qilinwei know that Helian Rongchuan is Prince Dongyun, so they still want to take his life?

Yan Changqing looked at Murong Xiu without blinking: "So you must kill Helian Rongchuan? Have you ever thought that if this matter is made known to King Dongyun, the consequences—"

Yan Changqing's words were interrupted again, and Murongxiu's eyes quickly flashed a fierce fierceness. He suddenly shot and grabbed the back of Yan Changqing's head. Without hesitation, he kissed heavily.

Do not! He would never allow his Changqing brother to say this name!

The name of the Dongyun man is like a poisonous snake entrenched in Murong Xiu's heart. Every time that name is mentioned, the poisonous snake will suddenly open its bright green eyes and spit a bright red snake letter in Murong Xiu's heart. Bite down hard.

Every time he heard news of Yan Changqing and Helian Rongchuan coming from afar, Murongxiu would tremble with anger. After learning that they were getting closer and closer, Murong Xiu even almost killed the messenger who came to deliver the letter to vent his anger. He really regretted, why didn't he discover that Dongyun's thoughts on Yan Changqing right from the beginning.

And Yan Changqing, actually asked that name in front of him? ! Even sad because of that person? !

If he could, he couldn't wait to pick up the knife immediately and cut that name out of Yan Changqing's heart. He can't stand it anymore!

Over the years, all his scruples and restraints completely collapsed in a moment. What about monarchs and ministers, what about brothers? He ignored it. He knew that from a long time ago, he wanted to have Yan Changqing.

He wants him all the time. From the soul to the sex.

He desperately wants to announce to the world that his Changqing can only belong to him!

The moment his lips touched, Yan Changqing's eyes widened in surprise, and the muscles all over his body seemed to freeze for an instant.

Is he dreaming, or is Murong Xiu crazy? !

But the obsessive kiss, intertwined with deep love and turbulent eyes, rushed into his eyes so straightforwardly. That is so obvious, full of love and possessive intentions!

Why? Why is this happening? The shock was too strong, causing Yan Changqing to tremble uncontrollably, and a dazzling, flying white silk suddenly appeared in his brain.

Concubine Xian, dressed in a snow-white mourning gown, draped like a waterfall of green silk, put the hands of him and Murongxiu tightly together before leaving.

Promise me to always be his brother and his courtier forever.

There was a spirit in Yan Changqing's heart. He tried his best to push Murong Xiu off the couch.

Murong Xiu got up from the ground, eyes full of puzzlement and anger, almost roaring:

"Why can he do this to you? I can't!"

Yan Changqing knelt on the ground solemnly, without raising his head, saying one by one: "The minister is guilty! He deserves to be punished!"

He can't live up to Concubine Xian's will, and definitely can't let Murong Xiu cross that limit for him.

"Chen" again?

Murong Xiu let out a cold snort, grabbed Yan Changqing's shoulder unwillingly, and forced him to raise his head.

This is such a beautiful and stubborn person, it is simply a gem that is brighter than any star. He must be dizzy, actually believing that a hideous mask will cover all the light of this person? Why should he show such a gem, to be seen by others, and to be coveted by others?

Should be hidden, hidden in the deep palace, belong to him alone!

"Yan Changqing, you are guilty." Murong Xiu suddenly straightened up and looked at Yan Changqing condescendingly.

Since you must be a courtier, don't blame me for getting you as a king.

"I punish you, I have thought about it behind closed doors. Without an edict, you are not allowed to leave this palace gate for half a step!"

Yan Changqing raised his head in astonishment.

This is the emperor’s harem palace. How can he be here? !

At this moment, the voice of the little eunuch suddenly came from outside. The great eunuch Liu Quan cautiously came forward with a volume of expedited folds. Murong Xiu unfolded a look, his face suddenly changed color.

His fingers gripped the fold tightly, almost tearing it apart.

impossible!

He can never be alive!

Murong Xiu waved his sleeves and strode out of the threshold, leaving only a meaningful sentence:

"I will visit you every day."

Zhu Hong's door slowly closed, and Yan Changqing stared at Murong Xiu's further and further back, and a deep panic and powerlessness surged in his heart like never before.

Do not.

He never can.

In the narrow and towering Rancui Canyon, a caravan of ornately decorated horses is advancing neatly and methodically. There are about fifty people in this train team, but half of them are women. They are all dressed in light, yet noble red uniforms, riding their heads upright on high horses. don't know how long have been walking, but there is a faint sound of water in the Rancui Canyon. In the most magnificent and spacious car in the middle of the convoy, a soft female voice came out softly, and the whole team stopped immediately.

A boneless, white and slender jade hand gently opened the curtain with colorful tassels and gold thread butterflies. A female bodyguard riding on a horse immediately stepped forward and asked respectfully: "The princess?"

The curtain of the car was raised by the lower person, and the woman in the car raised her head, leaned out half of her body gracefully, and looked at the scenery outside. The water vapor in the mountains in the early morning was very heavy, and the misty white mist lingered around the carriage. The moment the female guard looked up, she was in a daze, as if she saw the heavens descending from the earth.

The woman in front of me, dressed in elegant and noble blue feather gauze clothes, is like a waterfall of blue silk simply holding a Suiyun updo, only a white jade hibiscus flower embellished with South China Sea snow beads swaying slightly in the temple, it is even more beautiful. The woman is like a flowered tree and piles snow, and she looks like an immortal.

This woman is Nan Yao's first beauty, Princess Xuanji.

Xuanji glanced outside, her eyes full of joy in her eyes, she turned her head, sitting cross-legged in the carriage, closed her eyes, and the handsome man softly said: "Your Majesty, there seems to be a clear spring ahead. , Let's stop