The 50th Chapter: The End of Murong Huang's Kingdom of Yan
At this moment, King Yan is on his deathbed. His breath comes and goes, and everyone inside and outside is anxious.
"Father!" Murong Jun knelt down in front of the couch, and King Yan struggled to use his last bit of strength to say: "The laws in Guping were very harsh in the past, and the ministers resented them, so you must not follow them. Now that Yan's government is civilized, you should be merciful. Next. Today, there is great chaos, and the Yan State has settled down. All funeral ceremonies should be simple, and there is no need to follow the ancient laws. All civil and military officials will come to pay their respects and cry fifteen times. They will be cured in three days, just like the story of Wei Wu. The generals guarding the border are not allowed to leave. , you must not leave your post without permission because of mourning, so that other countries can take advantage of it. Today the world is uncertain, and I will leave you alone."
King Yan looked up to the sky and murmured: "No one can take away the power of my Murong family..." and then closed his eyes forever.
"Father", "King Yan", everyone in the room burst into tears.
The servants in the palace hurriedly ran out of the inner room and announced the death of King Yan. All the officials knelt down and cried loudly. The guards in the royal city blew the trumpets, and the guards on the distant turret began to ring the bell, "Dong, dong, dong... "
From a corner of the palace to the entire Dragon City, the city's bells gradually rang, resounding throughout the city. That day, the sky had been suppressed for a long time, and at that moment, snowflakes suddenly fell, and suddenly turned into heavy snow, covering the whole city. , the first snow of the year came extremely early. At this time, the city gate of Yandu, which had been closed for a long time, opened wide, and the messenger, wrapped in clothes, walked out of the door, spreading the news of King Yan's death throughout the Yan Kingdom, and the entire Yan Kingdom was shrouded in In a sad atmosphere.
In the main hall, under the spiritual curtain, Feng Yu knelt down and called out: "I respectfully invite the crown prince to take the throne of Yan."
All the ministers, concubines in the harem, and princes all knelt down and bowed to pay their respects.
The prince sat in front of King Yan's bed, calmed down his sorrowful expression, stood up slowly, and accepted the kneeling of all the officials.
Murong Jun glanced at the crowd and said: "In order to convey the meaning of the orphan, Feng Yi, Ping Bo, is responsible for the management of funerals. Murong will be appointed as a former military advisor and general to command the troops of Dragon City."
"Old Minister"
"Old slave, I obey."
"Liu Xiang sent envoys to the Jin Dynasty to mourn."
"I obey."
Murong Jun looked at the people in the hall, and especially noticed Concubine Lan in the hall, and said quietly: "Mu Yuni went to Tuhe to lead the Tuhe Captain, and succeeded Murong Ba back to the capital to fulfill his filial piety."
Everyone was silent in the hall, except Concubine Lan who could not help but tremble. As soon as her father died, her brother impatiently took action. Concubine Lan was about to argue, but Concubine Gao grabbed Concubine Lan's hand tightly and signaled to her. Don't make a sound.
Mu Yugen was about to take the order and leave the palace, but he saw Uncle Ping on the side slowly stood up and said: "Old slave has received a secret report from the Young Mansion, so Duan Lan, the younger brother of Shan Yu, entangled the remaining troops with the intention of attacking our Tuhe and invading our Yan territory. .”
A trace of surprise flashed across Murong Jun's face, then he regained his composure and asked him coldly, "Uncle Ping, do you have any proof?"
I saw Uncle Ping slowly retreating to the hall, kneeling down, and taking out a secret box from his sleeve, "This was presented to me today by a secret secretary of the Shaofu. Please see it, the king."
Upon seeing this, Nie Hao, the little chamberlain next to him, quickly took what Ping Bo had presented and presented it to King Yan. Murong Jun opened it carefully, but Song Bin secretly said: Duan Lan wants to take advantage of my master's serious illness to raise an army to attack the army. .
"The Duan tribe is lingering on, scattered between Yan and Zhao, and has been enslaved by others. Although it was taken in by Shi Hu and made a general, how can it be carried out as a crusade? Can the King of Zhao allow his subordinates to do what they want?"
Murong Jun angrily threw the secret box down the hall and said, "Come here, check its authenticity quickly."
Suddenly I saw an attendant, running in quickly and shouting: "I have sent an urgent report to Sun Xing, the prefect of Peiping. Duan Lan has led his troops and horses to join the Zhao garrison and is attacking Tuhe, Beiping. The bandit force is very heavy."
Seeing this, Feng Yi hurriedly said: "Since ancient times, when the king of the country is mourning, the situation is dangerous. If the guard is suddenly changed, the border troops may be shaken. I sincerely ask my king to think twice."
The ministers hurriedly said: "I beg my king to think twice."
"If you don't believe it, Murong Ba can still commit suicide in the ancestral temple and the country."
At this time, the legitimate son Murong Ye pulled the lapel of his father's clothes and said, "I heard that Uncle Wang got married a few days ago, and his wife is also the daughter of the Duan family. I am afraid that I will be forced to do so, and I may have something strange in my heart."
Murong Jun leaned down, stroked his head and said, "Then tell me, father, what should I do?"
"I will grant him an official title and give him a congratulatory gift. Now is the time to employ people. I should fully accept the hearts of the people in the world. If the emperor and his ministers are jealous, it may be detrimental to our country, Yan. My sons and ministers will not do it if they want to dominate my uncle."
Murong Jun touched Ye'er's face, sighed and said: "My son is very careful, which makes him happy for his father. My father was reckless for a while. In this case, I will give your uncle Ba a generous gift."
Murong Jun specially walked up to Concubine Lan and said, "I hope Concubine Lan will not take it to heart. I also feel sorry for Ba'er. I didn't even see my father for the last time."
Concubine Lan looked at him dignifiedly, bowed and saluted and said: "Your Majesty, I would like to thank my King for Ba'er."
That night, the body of the late king Murong Huang had been bathed and cleaned. He was dressed in official robes, with Xuan Duan, Xuan Mian and others lying quietly in the black lacquered camphor coffin.
Murong Jun quietly took one last look at his father's body and murmured: "Father, after all, you have fulfilled your wish, Ba'er has no worries." He walked down the mourning hall and called to the people around him: "Someone comes and covers it."
After closing the coffin, Murong Jun said to the servants: "You can go down, you can be alone here, there is no need to serve."
The servants and maids had all left. Murong Jun was alone in the mourning hall, but he saw a man standing there. Murong Jun felt unhappy and said, "Didn't you hear what I said?"
"My servant is here to pay homage to my king. I have something important to tell you."
When King Yan saw him, he looked familiar, and suddenly thought about it and said, "Are you the slave from that day?"
"King Yan would like to remember that your servant is the slave who sent the decree to kill Murong Han that day. His surname is Nie, and his single name is Hao. Nie Hao."
A chill flashed across Murong Jun's face, "Back then, you helped the country eliminate a serious problem, but the late king never gave you a reward. I ordered you to be given a hundred pieces of brocade and two boxes of pearls and jade. Go to the inner palace to get it."
Seeing that the pestle was still there, Murong Jun said displeasedly: "Is it because you think the reward is not generous?"
Nie Hao bowed and said: "King Yan, the situation in the Yan Kingdom is now stable, but there are hidden worries in the south. Don't we, the king, think that the Tuhe incident is very strange?"
"Oh?" King Yan listened attentively, but his heart was fluctuating, but his face was calm, "The military situation is urgent. We must put the country, the country, and the country as our top priority, and the officials and temples are not allowed to speak about politics. Do you know what the crime is for plotting against the young master? .”
"I heard: All loyalty is repaid, trust is not doubtful. The king of Yan clearly knows that this slave is loyal to our country of Yan. The slave heard that the king of Yan, in order to protect Murong Ba, promised to protect the Duan clan in Yan, and secretly ordered Song Bin to let Duan Liao attack the disciples River, the border situation is urgent and Murong Ba can use some excuse not to return to the capital in order to protect his life."
"Your words are all based on hearsay and cannot be based on real evidence. I forgive you for making false statements, but please step aside."
"King Yan, Duan Xian is an old member of the Duan tribe. King Yan intended to make Murong Ba his heir apparent during his lifetime, but fate did not allow it. If King Yan wants to protect our Yan country, he will definitely get rid of Duan Xian to eliminate the Duan tribe's support. Now at least one person must be sent. Capable people monitor."
King Yan did not look back, he just put the oil in the candle to prevent it from extinguishing.
After seeing this, Nie Hao was about to leave.
"After the mourning period, you can be the steward of the inner court."
"My slave thanked my king."
Niehao bowed and slowly walked out of the palace.
Murong Jun was alone in the mourning hall, slowly raising the copper spoon and putting the lamp oil into the everlasting lamp.
"Bang." He threw the copper kettle containing lamp oil to the ground violently, which only attracted the attendants and maids outside, fearing that something might have happened.
On the next day, everything inside and outside the royal city was deserted. The coffin of King Yan stopped in the Chengqian Hall to accept the sacrifices of hundreds of officials, princes, and envoys. However, the new King of Yan did not arrive. It turned out that after returning from the mourning hall that night, Murong Jun was hiding in the hall. He was constantly depressed and drank wildly. For more than ten years, he was depressed and depressed, with no place to release himself, so he fell asleep on the couch.
At this time, the ministers in the mourning hall were talking a lot.
"Master Feng, if the new king does not arrive, this is inconsistent with etiquette."
"If the new king doesn't officiate, what should we do?"
While everyone was still undecided, they heard Nie Hao slowly walking towards them and saying to everyone: "Your Majesty is caught in the cold and cannot come in person. Please call me your lord and let me do it for you."
Hearing this, the ministers in the hall said angrily: "I wonder why the king was so heroic during his lifetime, why he was so miserable after his death, and why he refused to submit."
"Filial piety is the first of human ethics. How should the king and his ministers behave themselves?"
"You, my father, are my dearest relatives. How could King Yan make us look like this?"
I saw Nie Hao standing aside, saying coldly: "If there is no king, how can we come to the Yan Kingdom? Don't you believe that my king is in ill health?"
Feng Yi, Pingbo said in embarrassment: "I will obey my orders."
Three days later, after the snow, the sun was shining brightly on the plain mourning clothes through the early morning mist. The ministers were arranged in two rows, followed by musicians and attendants. The coffin of King Yan was parked in the Royal City Square. central.
At this time, Gongsun Guifei came over dressed in plain clothes and cried loudly: "I am late, and I will never see you again."
On the left and right, all the concubines in the harem were wiping away their tears. Gongsun's noble concubine stepped forward and shed tears. She carefully touched the coffin, inch by inch, as if she wanted to arouse King Yan.
Gongsun Guifei stood up slowly and was about to lean forward to hit the coffin. Xiaojuan held her tight and stopped her. Gongsun almost fainted.
The concubines hurriedly supported Gongsun's noble concubine, and Concubine Lan stepped forward and said: "Sister Gongsun, not only for yourself, but also for the sake of all the people behind you, please do not do anything that is inconsistent with the law."
"Sister." Gongsun Guibi nodded with tears in her eyes.
Uncle Ping stepped forward to persuade the concubines: "Dear ladies, it's getting late. Don't delay the funeral."
Concubines, everyone gathered in line.
Time passed slowly and the funeral procession began to become a little chaotic. Everyone was still waiting for King Yan to preside over it.
In the dormitory, Murong Jun was still lying on the couch, and his legitimate son Murong Ye knelt on the couch and advised him: "Since ancient times, filial piety has been the top priority in human relations, and children and ministers have stolen it for the sake of the Yan country. I hope my father and king can welcome him personally."
Murong Ping also said anxiously: "The ministers are uneasy, fearing that they may have other thoughts. I hope the King of Yan will think of the country of Yan."
King Yan stood up slowly, but his eyes were red. He held Ye'er's shoulders and said, "I am a country like yours. The clothes on my left and right will help me change my clothes."
"Father," Ye'er said with tears in his eyes: "The late king suppressed my father a lot before his death, but the late king's martial arts and martial arts can serve as a model for my Murong family. The grievances we have suffered are nothing."
"Ye'er followed his father to host the ceremony."
Ye'er got up and followed his father to the Royal City Square.
King Yan finally arrived. With a distant "rise" from the officiating officer, eight strong men lifted up the coffin. The solemn team escorted King Yan's coffin up the royal road and out through the middle door. Yan The king led everyone behind him. Prayer flags danced along the way, and the wizards in front danced Nuo dances to drive away evil spirits. The musicians accompanying the funeral sang the praises of King Yan's achievements: "The great achievements of the king of Yan were brought to justice, and the prosperity of Xizi was brought to the blessings." I have no borders, and my descendants will protect them. I have no title in your country, and the king of Wei will respect them. I remember my military merits, and I will succeed my emperor. I have no competition for Wei people, and I will train them from all directions. If I don't show my virtue, I will punish them hundreds of times. .As a matter of fact, the former king will never forget!”
When they arrived at the burial place, everyone looked back at Longshan Mountain, which was as green as green. Under the cover of green pines, Murong Huang's coffin slowly fell down and was buried in Longping Mausoleum.
After the ceremony, Feng Yi led everyone to prepare to return to the capital. He saw Uncle Ping refilling the lamp in the Xiang Hall built next to the mausoleum.
"Old official, please leave this to your subordinates. You can go back with me."
"Master Feng, I would like to ask King Yan to be the vigil for the late king."
"Uncle Ping, you have done great service in serving the late king. You can retire and return to your hometown. Why waste the rest of your life in this miserable place?"
"A great achievement?" Uncle Ping smiled bitterly and said, "I am just a servant. Fortunately, the late king took pity on me and took on the position of an internal official. The late king is gone and I have no energy left. I will stay here to guard the late king."
Feng Yi, not long after he walked out of the palace gate, turned around and came back to pay homage to Uncle Ping: "Thank you to Uncle Ping for protecting Murong Ba. Our country, Yan, will no longer be in chaos with the Emperor Qiang."
"Feng Xiang, the late king has thought of it." Ping Bo signaled, "Let's go quickly, I will be suspicious for a long time."
Feng Yi hesitated for a moment, walked out quickly, and flew on his horse. He heard Uncle Ping shouting from behind: "The country of Yan depends on you."
Uncle Ping knelt down for a long time to send him the title of Prime Minister.
In the fourth year of Yonghe reign of Emperor Mu of Jin Dynasty, winter, November, Jiachen.
King Murong Huang of Yan died in the Chengqian Hall of Longcheng and was buried in Longpingling. The Murong Huang era of the Yan Kingdom was over.
During his fifteen years in office, he put down Murong Ren's rebellion, defeated Xianbei Duan tribe and Yuwen tribe, resisted Shizhao in the south, destroyed Goguryeo and Fuyu in the east, reached Damo in the north, reached Yundai in the west, conquered the north, and moved the capital to Longcheng. . His administration was clear and clear, his administration was sound, and he recruited talents, so that the country's civil servants and military generals could live in peace, which laid a solid foundation for Murong Yan to take over the Central Plains in the future.
