Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Fu Jian was stunned, unable to speak for a long time, and for a long time, he shook his head incredulously: "Unexpectedly, Fu Deng actually has such a skill, he is really underestimating him. This son is not only brave, but also knows how to endure, To gather people's hearts, we will even use the means of conspiracy. Fortunately, only such a person can deal with Yao Chang! "

Yin Wei said calmly: "Futeng is cruel in nature. Even if he can prevail for a while, I am not optimistic that he can defeat my protagonist. Now Guanzhong has suffered many years of war and ruin. The people long for a stable and peaceful life. Fudeng is here. It ’s unpopular to start a soldier, so he must wait for you to die before he can fight for his revenge, so as to win the support of as many people as possible. "

Fu Jian ’s eyes shone brightly: “So Yao Yao thought that I would pass on his jade seal, or Zen gave him up. In this way, he broke the reason for Fu Deng ’s soldiers, right?”

Yin Wei sighed: "Yes, that's right, King, if you take the initiative to give power to my protagonist, there will be no revenge. My protagonist will let you survive to show his generosity and kindness, just like You treat the monarchs who gave you the country of destruction. "

Fu Jian gritted his teeth and said: "I will definitely not let this Qiang thief's conspiracy succeed, Mr. Yin, do you want to tell me this today, do you want to remind me to commit suicide? Why do you do this? You are now the betrayal of the protagonist. After all, you are now Yao Chang's men. "

Yin Weizheng said: "The virtuous minister chooses the principal and serves, following the principal, because I have no other choice, but I don't think he is a person who can rule the world in this troubled world. I ’m not going to put all the family ’s fate on him, so I ’m going to observe it again in this troubled world. The king once treated the people of the world righteously. You should n’t be humiliated after the country is broken. You can choose your own ending with dignity, which is the only thing I can do for you. "

Fu Jian smiled and stood up: "Very well, Yin Wei, you are a smart person and should have your own future. Today, use my head to achieve your credit. If you have a destiny in your next life, hope we Can truly become friends. "

He said, turning to the back of the idol, a three-foot white damask had been copied in his hand.

Yin Wei bowed to the ground and shouted: "Congratulations to King Tian!"

He used Qiang language, and even the outsiders could hear clearly. Fu He burst into tears and yelled, "Father, my son, take a step first!" Pulling, blood bleeding, and his body crashed to the ground, this child less than ten years old, but chose the most standard and strongest soldier death method, even those Qiang soldiers are also sad, I do n’t know who Screamed: "Heaven, go on the road with peace of mind!"

Immediately afterwards, all the Qiang soldiers rolled off their saddles and knelt and wept bitterly. Even though they are now enemies, these people all received his benevolence and benefits when Fu Jianzhi ruled the world. Why don't you cry and burst into tears? Even Wu Zhong, who led the team, was still on the ground. Two lines of tears flowed and he said in a loud voice: "Heaven, rest on the road!"

Bai Ling hung on the beam of the shrine, Fu Jian stepped on the little Ma Zha that Mrs. Zhang just kicked, and put his head into the trap. He turned his head and glanced at Mrs. Zhang and his two daughters, their bodies , Just hanging in the air, swaying in the wind, long hair covered their faces, lest the tragic expression of hanging tongues when hanging, let people see, even if it is dead, as a woman, do not want to The image is too ugly.

Fu Jian sighed in his heart, a scene emerged in his eyes, he seemed to see that year, he led the army outside the Chang'an City battle Huan Wen, Zema burst, brave three troops, tens of thousands of Qin troops in unison Shouting his name, at that moment, for the first time, I felt the feeling of overwhelming the crowd and being worshipped by countless people.

As soon as the picture changed, he saw himself carrying the first-level leader of the tyrant Fusheng, standing above the city head of Chang'an Miyagi, facing the black-pressed sergeant under the city and exclaiming: "The tyrant Fusheng has been killed by me, The warriors will never ask! "Thousands of soldiers and civilians burst into cheers, and almost every one of these soldiers and civilians who were scared of the atmosphere under Fusheng's tyranny danced in remorse. Shouted: "Long live the East Sea King (the title of Fu Jian at that time), long live the East Sea King!" At that moment, he felt for the first time that he truly became an emperor.

The picture turned again, and Fu Jian seemed to see his first encounter with Wang Meng. It was on the two ceremonial halls. This is the Han strategist Wang Meng recommended by the then minister, the father of Lu Guang, and Li Po Lou of the Sili school captain. Flea scratching his body, while talking about ancient and modern, telling the way of governing the country and the world.

I thought I was just a Chinese rancid to ask for government, and I didn't care too much at first, but I didn't expect that this man who smelled and smelled all over his body, and the fleas were visible to the naked eye, had all the good policies for governing the country. , Lopsided, but there is such a clever way to cope ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Unconsciously, the sky is too late, candlelight night talk, until dawn, if it is three days and three nights, that unremarkable For the Han people, the image has become so tall, Fu Jian seems to see that he was pulling Wang Meng's hand excitedly: "Lonely, Zhuge will carry on!"

The picture turned again, and Fu Jian saw himself standing in front of the huge river sand beach in front of the Taiji Temple, looking at the flags of the pre-Qin, inserted all over the Kanto, Daibei, Ganliang, Bashu, the powerful enemy countries. In front of the iron army in the world, he saw that he was laughing proudly, and Wang Meng, who was dressed in a suit behind him, was worried. In the congratulations of the group of officials, his voice was low and special: " Your majesty, all this will eventually turn into dust, and the danger of the king is at home, not outside the enemy! "

Fu Jian closed his eyes in pain. He seemed to see Wang Meng on the couch. He was almost speechless, but he still took his hand and used his last effort to say: "Heaven, Wan Wan, Wan Wan Do n’t go south, yours, your enemy is Murong Cui, Yao Chang, please ... "he said, his head suddenly turned, he was so angry, and he screamed:" Jinglue! "

Fu Jian ’s memories were blurred as his tears filled his eyes, his feet kicked hard, the bed under his feet fell, and his neck was suddenly surrounded by great force, and he could n’t speak anymore. Qi, and around him, seemed to appear countless souls, enemies, friends, people, covered in blood, without a word.