Murong Lan stood there motionless, with her peerless face, her eyes twinkling like stars in the sky, her red lips slightly opened, and she didn't even look at the bright red mark on her neck that was cut by the back of the knife:
"Does this count as a cut?"
Liu Yu's hand was very steady and motionless. The knife he held on Murong Lan's jade-like pink neck left a mark about half an inch wide on his neck. It looked so disharmonious.
, destroying the beauty of art, but his voice was as cold as ever: "I must chop this knife, for the sake of the brothers in Shouchun City. After the chop, you are still alive, Murong Lan."
As he spoke, his eyes flashed, his wrist flicked away, and then he moved forward. In just a moment, the knife that had been placed on Murong Lan's neck just now was returned to Murong Lan's.
There was no movement in the scabbard. Except for a striking red mark on Murong Lan's snow-white neck, almost nothing happened.
Murong Lan sighed faintly: "I really want to pay this life to those brothers. According to the customs of our Hu people, if you commit suicide, you will not be reincarnated after death, so you must have someone else do it for you. Liu Yu
, after you finish this knife today, our past grudges will be settled."
Liu Yu nodded: "Let the grudge be cleared. Murong Lan, in fact, I let you go last time in Feishui. We also have a tacit understanding that it is best not to see each other again. If we meet again, we will be enemies. You are so brave.
, at this time, you are not in the north to help your eldest brother recover his country, but you have come back here to die? I am really surprised, how could your husband believe you and let you come to see me?!"
Murong Lan smiled slightly: "Don't you want to know what is happening in the north these days?"
Liu Yu's heart was moved and he said in a deep voice: "There are indeed many things that I can't understand. Why did Fu Jian defect to your Murong clan's army? You deliberately set up a trap to trap Fu Jian. When he came to surrender alone, he could actually do it."
Let him go, send him to Luoyang, and return the army to him. Is this still the Murong Chui I know?"
Murong Lan gently flipped her hair, looking so charming that it made Liu Yu feel a little excited, but she said calmly: "Don't talk about you, even I couldn't understand my eldest brother at that time.
Until he explained to me that Fu Jian couldn't be killed at this time. Even if he was killed, we couldn't do it."
Liu Yuqi asked: "What does this mean? If you don't kill Fu Jian, why do you want to set up a trap to harm him? When all the plans came true, you gave up?"
Murong Lan said seriously: "Fu Jian is the king of Qin. He has implemented benevolent policies in the north for many years. Although Feishui was defeated, his prestige in the hearts of the people still exists. If Fu Jian is killed at this time and then raises an army to seize the throne, he will become
The rebellious ministers and traitors in the eyes of the world, even ambitious men like Yao Chang, will definitely stand up and attack our Murong family in the name of avenging Fu Jian. When the time comes, we will be in the Central Plains and become the public enemy of the world.
Everyone wants to get rid of us. The prince of the Fu Qin clan in the north wants to destroy us as a condition for his accession to the throne. The careerists of all walks of life also want to destroy us as a means to win over the people. Do we still have a way to survive? Even if we escape to the Eastern Jin Dynasty, we will become rebellious officials.
You thieves, let’s drag them to Caishikou and exterminate them collectively.”
Liu Yu nodded thoughtfully: "The truth seems to be like this, but if you are afraid of this notoriety, why did you want to harm Fu Jian in the first place to defeat him and risk the country's subjugation? This missed opportunity allowed him to return to Guanzhong to stabilize his position.
We won't have another chance next time."
Murong Lan smiled slightly: "Of course my eldest brother would not be so stupid. He returned the army to Fu Jian and gained Fu Jian's trust. When he surrendered in such a difficult situation, not only did he not do any harm, but he handed over his military power. No matter who sees it,
, isn’t he a great loyal minister? So no matter how old thieves like Quan Yi tried to persuade him, Fu Jian remained unmoved and promoted his eldest brother to a higher position, and the reward could not be greater."
Liu Yu sneered: "After a long time, you Murong family want to be loyal ministers of the Qin State? Are you planning so many things just to get rid of Fu Rong, and then leave Fu Jian with no one to use but your eldest brother?"
Murong Lan smiled and waved her hand: "Of course not. The world of Qin has been in chaos. The Qifu clan originated from Longyou, and the Ding Lingzhai clan originated from the Central Plains. They were both the crusade army that defeated the Qin army, and even those who guarded Luoyang
The brave general Mao Dang was also killed by Murong Feng in Ding Ling's army. The situation in the Central Plains was already out of control. Powerful men from all walks of life were also emerging in Hebei. The main force of the Qin army could only retreat to Yecheng. The central cities of Luoyang could no longer be controlled.
All states and counties, not to mention rural Wubao.”
Liu Yu's eyes lit up: "So, your eldest brother requested to suppress the rebellion?"
Murong Lan smiled and said: "Exactly, is it possible that he really helped Fu Jian go to Guanzhong to stabilize the situation? Don't forget, we have agreed long ago that the Qiang people named Yao in Guanzhong and Guandong are the world of our Xianbei Murong
Woolen cloth."
Liu Yu sneered and said: "I don't believe that those old guys around Fu Jian, Quan Yi, Dou Chong and others, will let your brother go so easily. Especially this time Fu Rong died, they will not let Fu Jian go."
It’s been wrong.”
Murong Lan laughed: "I haven't seen you for more than a month, and your brain has become much brighter. Yes, you guessed it right again. Quan Yi actually sent an ambush to the Yellow River ferry to intercept and kill my eldest brother. I have personally experienced this.
It’s extremely dangerous, and it’s not an exaggeration to say that I walked through hell once!”
Liu Yu frowned: "Ambush? Intercept and kill? Where can Quan Yi get the troops to do this?"
Murong Lan put away her smile and said seriously: "When Quan Yi was in Luoyang, he selected some troops from the defeated army and brought them back to his subordinates. Fu Jian was in a hurry to return to Guanzhong and gave him the task of rearguard.
, he conspired with Dou Chong and sent elite troops to ambush at the ferry of the Yellow River, which was the only way for the eldest brother to go to Guandong."
"My eldest brother and I didn't expect that the old thief Quan Yi would dare to attack us directly, and we were not afraid of Fu Jian punishing him, so we almost didn't bring any entourage with us. There were only a few people around us at the time, and my eldest brother was in front.
One night when I was sleeping, I had a strange dream. I dreamed that I was in front of Confucius’ grave and saw eight dogs walking around in the grass.”
Liu Yu was surprised: "There is still such a dream? What does it mean?"
Murong Lan smiled and said: "Confucius's name is Qiu, and it is in front of the tomb. It happens to be the word Qiu, and eight dogs are walking around there. The eight dogs are placed under the word Qiu, which is a soldier. Because these dogs are hidden under the word Qiu.
Behind the tomb, there is an ambush, and together, it means the word ambush, which means that God will never stop me, Murong, implying that there is an ambush ahead!"
