The moon in the west has gradually risen, the lanterns have begun to be lit in the palace, and the banquet is coming to an end. There is a lot of drinking and drinking, and the cups and plates are in a mess. The ministers and princes have returned to their homes one after another, and hastened to enjoy the lanterns with their families.
King Yan was now very satisfied with his ambition. When he was watching the banquet, he saw that Gongsun's noble concubines were not happy, and he also vaguely knew that because of Murong Han's incident, all the ministers had retired, and the Queen of Yan's concubines also left one by one, leaving only a few people in the hall.
Several people.
Then he thought that King Yan, with the help of wine, hugged Gongsun Guifei, moved his hands up and down, and touched the skirt of her clothes, put his hand into her underwear, and opened the clothes with his strong hands. Gongsun Guifei was like a little bird.
The one who helped was eaten by the King of Yan and was ravaged by him. Although she was only a maid and eunuch, her face instantly turned red.
Concubine Lan originally wanted to leave the palace with Gongsun Guifei, but then she hurriedly stepped forward to advise: "King Yan, it's better to go into the palace to rest for a while. It's quite inconvenient here." She turned around and said to Uncle Ping, "Uncle Ping, hurry up and help me."
King Yan returns to the palace to rest, so please prepare another fragrant soup."
"Concubine Lan, what you say is very reasonable." As he said this, King Yan held Gongsun's noble concubine in his arms and prepared to get into the chariot.
"Brother Wang, I have something important to report." King Yan was about to drive out of the palace with Gongsun Guifei, but was stopped by Murong Ping in a panic. He quickly got into the car and said to King Yan. Who knew that Yan was in the car?
The king was already a little impatient. Mrs. Gongsun had already taken off her outer clothes, and her skin was visible with just one step. Murong Ping could not help but show off, but he mustered up the courage to say, "My brother, I apologize, it is really urgent. The young man's secret report, Zuo Changshi Han Shou
There were unusual movements, people came and went frequently, and a large number of people suddenly gathered outside the border."
When the banquet was in full swing, Murong Ping just stood by the main hall and waited patiently. His heart was burnt. Although he wanted to report to King Yan, he had no choice but to ruin King Yan's elegance.
Now that the banquet was finally over, I couldn't wait to step forward, but I didn't expect to see this scene.
I don't know if King Yan drank too much, but he was disturbed by Murong Ping and lost all interest. He was about to have a fit, but saw Murong Ping's expression was serious. This person is the best at observing people's words. He also heard that it was a "secret report from the Young Master" and wanted to decide.
There is something important.
So he said to Gongsun Guifei, "If you want to rest alone, please step aside and wait."
He turned around and commented to Murong: "Follow me to the inner courtyard."
Gongsun Guifei slowly got out of King Yan's chariot, and Concubine Lan's chariot happened to be nearby, so they got into the car together. The car moved forward slowly, and Gongsun Guifei fell into Concubine Lan's arms: "Your Majesty, this is
Because of Murong Han's incident, you humiliated me."
Concubine Lan stroked her and said, "Sister, don't think too much."
King Yan drove through the lively and prosperous place outside and arrived at the inner courtyard. The courtyard was indeed quiet and quiet. King Yan slowly walked to a pavilion and sat down. He ordered his attendants to make tea. King Yan continued to play the unfinished chess game.
King Yan slowly read the report, while Murong Ping sat beside him uneasily. King Yan glanced at him and said slowly: "I am alone, Han Shou is the chief deacon of this Shangyuan Festival, and everything I plan depends on it."
What's suspicious about him?" After saying that, he put the report aside and continued to play chess in the courtyard.
"Brother Wang, have you heard the story of the traitor Murong Ren?"
"What do you mean, brother?" King Yan put away his son.
"Murong Ren was very powerful at that time, and everyone who responded followed him because he promised high-ranking officials generous salaries, and he was appointed an official and made a wish. At that time, Shi Zhao attacked our country of Yan and rebelled against thirty-six cities that were attached to it. The situation was very dangerous."
"This is an old thing, why do you worry about me?" King Yan didn't take it seriously and finally gave birth to a son in Tianyuan.
"Before, Xiangping was in great danger. When my younger brother went to Xiangping, he learned that there was still a list of responders to Murong Ren's rebellion. In Liaodong, there were many people in Jicheng. If they hadn't crossed the sea and stepped on the ice, and Murong's army rebelled against Ren, their situation would have been unknown.
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King Yan couldn't sit still after hearing this. He threw his son into the pot and listened carefully to what he said.
On the day of the suppression of the rebellion, I heard from the captured people that if it had not been for God's will, Murong Ren would have taken the throne long ago, and Murong Huang would have taken the throne by luck. At that time, I just thought that it was the words of the defeated generals.
, I didn’t expect it to happen.
King Yan looked at the Tian Yuan piece on the chessboard and suddenly asked: "This matter of judging my younger brother is of great importance. Jicheng is the lifeblood of the country. If there is no conclusive evidence, the Yan country may be in turmoil."
King Yan looked at Murong Ping on the side, and suddenly changed his expression, "Brother Ping, I know that you are greedy for money, and you have no tolerance for others. The Murong family wants to bring peace to the world. If you don't have a broad mind, how can the world be attached to you?"
Yan State."
"Brother Wang is magnanimous, but I am not as good as I am. However, what I said is true. I hope Brother Wang will learn from it." Murong Ping did not argue, but just bowed his head.
"Pa." King Yan took out a stack of secret reports from the desk, "The good things you did, including the battle of Xiangping, killing Cui Yi, the battle of destroying Yuwen, and having an affair with Yuwen's Prime Minister Mo Qianhun. Our army of Yan State
How much property and goods have you sold privately? There is also Song Gai. Compared to you, he only greedy some cloth and silk. I have already warned you that your crime is very serious. Previously, Song Gai's minister Han Pian was a filial piety and incorruptible.
If a person's moral conduct is low and his moral character is corrupt, if he were alone, wouldn't it be that you would wantonly sell your official position and win titles?"
"Your Majesty, the King of Yan, although my brothers are greedy, they are all from traitors. The border people of Liaodong are generally harmless to our country of Yan. Although there are occasional extreme actions, in today's world of great strife, what is fought for is military power, as well as money and food.
If there is no additional income, the army may not be able to support it. Brother Wang can learn from this."
King Yan just sneered, "It's a shame that you still think of our country, Yan. I don't know how much you have enriched your own pockets."
During the conversation, Uncle Ping came and whispered to King Yan quietly, and received a secret report.
King Yan sent an order to present the secret report quickly. King Yan opened the secret letter and unfolded the secret. He saw that King Yan's brows gradually tightened and his expression was serious, like a dark cloud covering his face.
"Bang." He threw the secret letter on Murong Ping's forehead. Murong Ping was shocked and hurriedly kowtowed and knelt down regardless of the pain.
"What a good thing you did." King Yan was furious.
Murong Ping got up, picked up the secret report, and read it carefully. The secret report from the Shaofu had revealed his corruption back then, and now the evidence that Xiangping was good at killing Cui Yi was in Murong Han's hands.
In addition, the matter of the list has now been confirmed. Han Shou borrowed the help of the deacon Shangyuan to secretly send people into Jicheng. The troops at the border have spread the word. If there is any abnormal movement in the capital, kill their commanders to respond.
"I regret that I shouldn't have used you, Han Shou." King Yan stood up and said angrily to Murong Ping, "I shouldn't have used you!"
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, and my brother were confused for a moment. Cui Yi used his power to bully others, and the Xiangping garrison almost became his personal tribe. His words were arrogant and sincere."
"You still have the nerve to say that, you risk triggering a mutiny." King Yan clenched his fists and hit the table with a heavy hammer.
"Brother Wang, if Murong Han has any objections to what is happening now, the situation will be very dangerous." Murong Ping was already fully aware of the critical situation, and he ignored the etiquette and crawled directly to the edge of King Yan's throne.
King Yan sat down and thought for a long time and said: "Then Song Bin is really useful. It has been found out that the fate of the matter lies with my brother Han. He has not yet secretly colluded with the people in Liaodong, so he sent someone so quickly to invite Murong Han into the palace.
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"The King of Yan is here, I will arrange swordsmen and axemen to ambush in the palace, break the cup as a signal, and capture him in one fell swoop."
"You are the best at tricking people and causing harm. You will eventually use it on your own brother." King Yan sighed.
Thorn City, Murong Han's Mansion
"Hello." Murong Han was seen holding the reins tightly, trying to mount the horse for the first time after recovering from his injury. He was worried that the sores on his arrows would burst, so he mounted the horse and rode slowly for a few steps.
"Uncle Wang, this horse is like this." Murong Ba and Duan Xian looked at Uncle Wang riding the horse beside the courtyard.
Although Murong Han was not among those invited, he had no intention of doing so. In addition, he had just recovered from his trauma and wanted to rest more in the mansion. Unexpectedly, Murong Ba did not attend the banquet either, so he came here with Duan Xian and his good horse, and he was very happy.
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"Compared to the late king's Bao's Cong, it is a rare thing that has universal appeal and can be called a good horse." Murong Han dismounted, touched the horse's neck and liked it very much.
"Uncle Wang said that this horse is very suitable for you, and my nephew is relieved. Is this horse thanks to Miss Duan?"
"Oh, a good horse is hard to find, so how can it be so?" Murong Han looked at Duan Xian and said with a smile, "Where does this 'thank you' start?"
Seeing this, Murong Ba hurriedly said: "As the saying goes, thousand-mile horses always exist, but bole does not always exist. Miss Duan has a keen eye for horses, and she can be called a bole."
"Young Master was joking, but I saw a horse consigning goods seized from Yuwendu City in the market. I saw that the horse was tall and tall, and heard the horse's low voice whining, and I couldn't help but feel pity in my heart. I took a closer look at it.
Then I saw this: the horse's head was as tall as if it had been whittled, its eyes were as big as pendant bells, its ears were like whittled bamboo, its muzzle was long and its mouth was bright. I couldn't help but be surprised. This horse seemed to understand what I meant, and suddenly neighed and raised its hooves.
But it is a good horse that has traveled thousands of miles." Duan stepped forward and stroked the horse's neck and said, "A good horse can gallop a thousand miles, so why should it die in a stall? The coachman doesn't know you, but I do."
"I didn't expect Miss Duan to have the ability to read horses." Murong Han was very happy. His nephew recognized his daughter like this. This girl was not only beautiful in appearance, but also intelligent. He couldn't help but praise her in his heart.
"My Duanbu Old City Lingzhi was a popular horse market in the hometown of Yanzhao. I learned the "Xiangma Jing" in the old palace of Duanbu. In addition, the Yuwen tribe always produces good horses, so I couldn't help but pay close attention to it."
"It makes me unable to reach a thousand miles. A girl has a keen eye for horses, and even more so for people." After saying this, Murong Han turned to look at Murong Ba who was standing aside, and then looked at the young lady, but the two of them also
Very sorry.
"Uncle Wang, a good horse matches a hero. In the Battle of Pingyuwen, after the snow in the Yinshan Mountains, there was no good horse to be found. Uncle Wang is a hero of the Yan Kingdom, and he should have a majestic mount."
"In that case, I will express your kindness and accept it from my heart." After saying this, Uncle Wang led the horse back and forth in the courtyard. The horse seemed to have become human, and it also cried and neighed.
"General, there is an old friend from Liaodong outside the tent, bringing a gift to see him to express his condolences to the general." An old servant from the mansion came.
"Allow me to rest for a while and see you in the inner room."
"Uncle Wang, your reputation spreads far and wide. Today is the Lantern Festival, and the war in Liaodong is all thanks to the general. In this case, my nephew has resigned."
"Nephew, it doesn't hurt to listen. You can also take a look at the details."
But they saw Murong Ba and Duan Xian looking back at each other and smiling.
Murong Han slapped his head and said, "Oh my god, I forgot. During the Lantern Festival, this Thorny City is very lively now. I have nothing to entertain you. Good times will never come again, so go quickly."
"Thank you, Uncle Wang."
Duan Xian followed suit and said, "Thank you, uncle."
After saying that, the two of them hurried out of the house, fearing that they would not be able to catch up with the lively market.
Nowadays, in the markets in the North, the folk customs of the Central Plains are also prevalent. As we walked into the market, suddenly people gathered in front of a place. It turned out that someone was performing a puppet show.
"Murong Ba, come here." Duan Xian shouted, and Duan Xian pulled him to find a higher place.
The two of them stood still and looked forward. It turned out to be "The Peacock Flies Southeast" performed by Jin people.
Among the troupes, some were performing on the stage, others were playing instruments, and some sang in harmony, "The peacock flies southeast, wandering for five miles. The thirteenth can weave, the fourteenth learn to tailor, the fifteenth play the konghou
, Sixteen recited poems and books. Seventeen was a gentleman’s wife, and her heart was always filled with sorrow and sorrow.”
The officer below asked: "But why?"
"Oh, young master, please be patient and keep watching," someone on the stage shouted.
"You Jin people are just troublesome, unlike us Yan people, who love you when you love them." The guard looked around and made noises.
Haha, there was a burst of laughter in the audience
Murong Baqu and Duan Xian also laughed.
"Everyone, the exciting things are coming later." The singer asked everyone to calm down.
Everyone was silent after hearing this. They only heard that the chorus singers sang vividly, and the puppet actors on the stage also acted vividly. Everyone's moods were fluctuating with the development of the plot.
"I will not drive you away, but I will force you to have my mother. You have returned home temporarily, and I will report to the government now. When you return soon, you will be welcomed. With this intention, be careful not to violate my words." The singer expressed sadness.
It’s so true that the listeners also feel sad.
"I die today, but my soul will leave and my body will remain forever!" I took off my skirt, took off my silk shoes, and walked into the clear pool." The singer sang the part where Liu Lanzhi drowned and died. Suddenly a woman among the crowd secretly shed tears.
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Duan Xian also squeezed Murong Ba tightly.
"When the officials heard about this, they knew they would never be together again. They wandered under the tree in the courtyard and hung themselves on the southeast branch." Jiao Zhongqing also died in love with Liu Lanzhi. Everyone gradually couldn't bear it and lamented for the couple who died in love.
Murong Ba also hugged Mr. Duan tightly, for fear of losing her, and did not want to be separated for a long time.
"The branches are covering each other, and the leaves are communicating with each other. There are two flying birds in the middle, and they call themselves mandarin ducks. They raise their heads and sing to each other, up to five o'clock every night. Pedestrians stop to listen, and the widow becomes hesitant. Thank you to future generations, and be careful not to forget it.
"Singers sing, there is no sound for a long time, the lingering sound lingers, and everyone is confused. Then suddenly someone in the crowd calls "cai", and everyone cheers.
But I saw the person performing the puppet show saying: "We have just arrived in this precious land. Thank you for your support. We are small people and have nothing to offer. We are only good at making puppet masks and small ornaments. Talents, beauties, princes, generals, ghosts, gods and Rakshasa are all good at it. I hope everyone will be good at it."
Ladies and gentlemen all occasionally give me a small amount of money, so we can earn some money from Lu Fei. If we are lucky enough to be rewarded by everyone, there will be Xiao He chasing Han Xin under the moon to serve you."
On this festive occasion, everyone saw that this man spoke sincerely, and this great festival could not refute his face. Moreover, on the day of the Yuan Dynasty, there were mostly couples of men and women in the crowd, and everyone stood up one after another to choose the thing they liked.
A man came over holding a mask and said, "Sir, your wife is beautiful, why don't you choose one."
"Pfft, you really know how to joke. I'm not his wife yet. How can I afford such a talented Murong?" Duan Xian hid his face and said with a smile.
"Oh, don't talk nonsense." Murong Ba gently touched her little nose with his hand. Duan Xian closed his eyes and enjoyed it. Duan Xian's eyebrows were furrowed and his cheeks were flushed. Murong Ba liked it very much. Who knew he was playing tricks on her?
Duan Xian pinched her nose but refused to let go. Duan Xian became angry and opened his eyes to talk to him, but his bright eyes and red lips only made others smile.
"Sir, my lady's appearance is so beautiful that Shen Yuluoyan can't describe her beauty. She is three points better than Xizi. I think that Xizi's mask with ruffled shading is perfect." The man from the troupe said to Murong Ba after checking her appearance.
"In that case, bring me one." After saying this, Murong Ba was about to hand over the money.
"Oh, wait a minute, who said women must bring beautiful women? Let me tell you, women can also make meritorious deeds. Give me Guan Yunchang's."
"I told you, you are so ugly when you are so red." Murong Ba was displeased.
"Murong Ba, in today's troubled times, all men want to make contributions on the battlefield, why do we women have to sit in the boudoir? Even if I can't be as righteous and powerful as the clouds, I would still like to choose a virtuous master to support him and succeed.
Wang Baye." After Duan Xian finished speaking, he took out the money and gave it to the man. He put on his mask and walked forward. He turned around and said to Murong Baye: "If you find me, I will be yours.
Fan Ji of Chu Village."
"There's really nothing we can do about you." After saying that, Murong Ba went to the crowd to look for her.
