Murong Lan was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "Liu Yu, you are a smart man. If Chang'an reaches this point, if you want to hold it, you can only rely on external forces. If the Jin army doesn't come, it will fall sooner or later. Go and persuade Fu Jian
Well, let him put Murong Wei back and lead the Xiyan army back east. In Guanzhong, the Xianbei people cannot stand. Since they have to leave sooner or later, why not leave now?"
Liu Yu shook his head: "Are you sure that your nephew, the last emperor, is willing to give up revenge and leave Chang'an just like you? I don't have much confidence."
Murong Lan's eyes flashed coldly: "If he still wants to be the emperor, it is the best choice to go back now. Otherwise, if Murong Chong is left in charge of the army for a long time, no one will respect him as the nominal emperor anymore. Murong Chong
He wants to attack Chang'an for revenge, but Murong Wei has to consider the interests of the entire Xianbei ethnic group. If he is willing to leave Guanzhong, I am willing to mediate his relationship with his eldest brother. Our Murong family can no longer withstand this kind of civil war."
Liu Yu said with a smile: "Murong Lan, your thinking is too simple. Don't you think Murong Wei and Fu Jian have no hatred? If you let him out, I'm afraid he will be even more ruthless and vicious than Murong Chong's revenge.
It would be a foolish dream to ask him to withdraw his troops and go east."
Murong Lan gritted his teeth: "I will fight with him face to face. Last time he failed to assassinate Fu Jian, and there is no chance to do it again. Staying in Chang'an is useless. If Murong Chong comes in, he will destroy Qin and take revenge.
The great achievement fell into the hands of Murong Chong. It was doubtful whether he could survive by then, let alone restore the throne. The only way was to leave the city and return to the army, lead the Xiyan tribe back east, and return to their hometown to establish the country.
His only way out, as for the relationship with his eldest brother, I will find a way to mediate in the future, one step at a time."
Liu Yu sighed: "Even if I want to help you, I'm afraid I won't have the chance. Fu Jian will not let you meet Murong Wei."
Murong Lan's eyes sparkled: "So Liu Yu, I need you to do me a favor. If you can distract Fu Jian for even half a day, as long as it takes half a day, I will naturally find a way to meet Murong Wei."
Liu Yu's expression changed, he looked at Murong Lanjin's covered body, and frowned: "You want to be a secret agent killer again? No, you can't force yourself with your current body."
Murong Lan smiled slightly, and suddenly lifted the brocade quilt. Liu Yu's eyes were dazzled, and he saw an elf-like figure, carrying a gust of fragrant wind, swaying down, and suddenly stood in front of him, dressed in silky white.
The nightgown covered her whole body, and her white jade feet stood on the carpet in front of the couch. Her long hair was shawl like dark clouds, and her bare hands were on her slender waist.
With a faint smile, he looked at Liu Yu: "How about it, my skills are not bad."
Liu Yu didn't expect Murong Lan to make such an action. He opened his eyes wide and looked her up and down: "You, are you really better?"
Murong Lan smiled and said: "I have the ancestral secret skills of our Murong family. Naturally, I can recover faster than ordinary people. Besides, I was not injured that seriously that day. I just wanted to explore the Qin King's Palace more, so I wanted to
Pretending to be injured may not be enough to fight in battle, but it's no problem at all to climb over the walls and walk through the streets in the city."
At this point, Murong Lan leaned forward slightly and magically pulled out a small package from under the bed: "Look, my night clothes are still hidden here. You can leave at any time."
Liu Yu sighed: "I knew you had other arrangements in this palace. That's all. I can't stop you. Fu Jian is currently focused on the war outside the city and won't keep an eye on you all day long. As long as I
When you are around him, he will not come to see you, but you still have to be careful. Murong Wei is not a kind person. If he conflicts with you, he may have the intention to do harm. You must protect yourself. Some things must be in accordance with God's will.
Don’t push yourself too hard.”
Murong Lan smiled and picked up the bowl of porridge on the small table, raised her head, and drank half of it. While wiping her mouth, she handed the remaining half of the bowl of porridge to Liu Yu: "Okay, we all
To comply with God's will, don't go to the city hungry. I ate half of it and you drank half of the bowl. Murong Wei may have hidden some food there, so you don't have to worry about me not having anything to eat."
Liu Yu nodded and took the bowl. A bright red lip print was clearly printed on the edge of the bowl. A refreshing fragrance slowly spread from the lip print, revealing a seductive feeling.
The charm of people, Liu Yu calmed down, turned the bowl half way, drank the bowl of porridge and water in one gulp, turned around and left.
When Liu Yu's figure disappeared outside the palace door, the smile on Murong Lan's face gradually dissipated, and fine beads of sweat the size of mung beans oozed from her forehead. She bit her lips tightly with her silver teeth and waved her hand.
The white robe on his body fell off easily, and his crystal clear body was immediately revealed. Any man who sees this scene will definitely have nosebleeds and heartbeats stop.
But under those proud double peaks, Murong Lan's lower abdomen was still wrapped with a white wound band. A lot of blood had seeped out at this moment. It was obvious that the action just now had caused the injury. I'm afraid
The golden sores are somewhat broken.
Murong Lan bit her lip and unwrapped the package in front of her. She was wearing a tight night clothes and a set of black protective soft armor. She shook her head, and a strand of hair rose up from her mouth.
The jade-like teeth bit the strand of black hair tightly and began to put the soft armor on the body.
Chang'an, Beiyuan, Luochengmen.
Fu Jian was dressed in golden armor, standing with his sword in his sight, his brows furrowed, while Liu Yu was dressed in a soldier's leather armor, wearing a face mask, and stood beside him. These two people, who seemed to be very different from each other, actually stood together.
, the guards were all fifty steps away, and it was quite strange that these two were the only ones left in this section of the long city.
Fu Jian sighed softly: "Liu Yu, you have been in Chang'an for more than two months. What do you think of the current war? You are willing to come to me today. I think you always have something to say to me.
Let me tell you."
Liu Yu said calmly: "King of Heaven, I think you and I know very well now that with your current strength, you cannot defeat the Xiyan army and rescue Chang'an. The cities in the north of Ling have fallen one after another recently, and even stability has been lost. Only Xinping
The city is still struggling to hold on, and even the news cannot reach Guandong, which is also a disaster. Your only hope is that the Jin army can appear and help you repel the hundreds of thousands of Xianbei people in Xiyan."
Fu Jian gritted his teeth: "No, it's not yet this far. I still have hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers, and so many people support me. This is what the people want. As long as there is people's support, I will definitely be able to survive."
I don't believe it at this level. Benevolence, righteousness and loyalty are no match for the brutality and massacre of the Xianbei thieves!"
This chapter has been completed!