Dajin picked up a god of war

Chapter 623
Chang'an City, Qin Ting.

The master of Qin, Fu Jian, who was wearing a yellow robe, was full of anger and strode toward the harem.

Fu Jian is strong and strong, and of course he likes women's lust. In his harem, there are all kinds of beauties, from any tribe.

It can be said to be full of flavors, but his favorite is the number one beauty of Xianbei, the famous Princess Qinghe.

Then why did Princess Qinghe stand out among the many stunners?

Naturally there is something special about it.

In addition to her beautiful appearance, which is like a hibiscus emerging from water, Qinghe's figure is also a first-class standout, one more point is too fat, and one point less is too thin.

It's so symmetrical!
Not only that, the soft and glutinous voice like a nightingale, the man's soul will float away when he hears it!

Since Qinghe entered the palace, Fu Jian has often been floating like this. In addition, Qinghe's younger brother, Murong Chong, who is also white and tender, has a man and a woman, a sister and a brother. one foot!

However, now, everything has changed!

Fu Jian's footsteps were still heading towards Qinghe's bedroom, but what he brought with him was not tenderness and sweetness, but rather, a burst of anger!

The kind that can burn through everything!

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, slow down!"

"There is something to discuss!"

"discuss?"

"Bo Xiu, are you still begging for that bitch?"

Fu Jian's fierce eyes are like sharp arrows, only one glance back, as if it can penetrate a person's body!
Fu Rong swallowed his saliva, helpless.

Why is he so angry now?
Back then, the ministers asked for orders and suggested that Fu Jian send the Qinghe sisters and brothers out of the palace.

Killing again now?
Fu Jian has always been this kind of character, love and hate are clear, when he fell in love with someone, he covered his ears, covered his eyes, and lost all five senses.

So, when he hated a person, it was like a storm, and he was so heartbroken that he hated him to the core. No matter how much others persuaded him, he would still not listen to a word.

To put it bluntly, Fu Jian is just a down-to-earth self-willed person who acts arbitrarily. As the ruler of Di Qin, he can do whatever he wants, and if he says it makes sense, then it makes sense.

If he wants to change his mind, he can change his mind at will, and no one can control it.

Fu Jian is about to kill!

Qinghe's time of death has come!
The long knife on Fu Jian's waist was already rumbling, and the treasured knife that had been soaked in blood all the year round had not been nourished for too long!
It's screaming!

Kill it!
Kill it!
Fu Jian was furious, and even if Fu Rong followed behind him and kept persuading him, he still couldn't hear a word.

At this moment, the anger of hatred finally overcomes the greed for beauty.

Over the years, how many ministers have spoken earnestly and persuaded each other, hoping that Fu Jian can alienate these two Xianbei evildoers.

However, Fu Jian completely ignored it.

And now, he finally picked up the butcher's knife!

Fu Rong persuaded and persuaded, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

Qinghe's death, isn't it a good thing for Di Qin?
Why does he still persuade?

Those classics and history sub-sets were considered to have harmed him. He read too much on weekdays, and even made him, the valiant general of Di Qin, into an advanced character who pays attention to morality.

Why did Fu Rong stop Fu Jian from killing Qinghe?

It's not that she is pitiful that she is a female class, and that Murong Chui and the others should not implicate her in the mistakes they made.

But in fact, in the minds of traditional Di people, there is no need to care about so many rules, killing is killing, hating is hating, and Fu Jian is nothing but a wicked wolf dressed in morality!

It's crazy now, but it's just revealed.

Fu Jian finally ran to the front of the hall and drew his knife out of its sheath. The anger in his heart did not diminish, and his eyes burst out with blood-red rays of light!

"Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, please think twice!"

There were hurried footsteps in the distance, Shi Daoan trotted over, the sand robes on his body were not neat, and he couldn't care about sorting them out.

"Dao An, what are you doing here?"

The arrival of Shi Dao'an did not restrain Fu Jian's murderous intent, but he succeeded in causing him to temporarily stop.

"Your Majesty, God has the virtue of good life. If Your Majesty hates Qinghe, let her leave the palace. The poor monk thinks that there is no need to kill."

Killing the ring, for a monk like Shi Daoan, it is simply the bottom line that must not be touched.

Besides, there is absolutely no need to do so!
In the early years, the ministers kept writing letters to warn Fu Jian to abandon the Qinghe brothers and sisters, but he just couldn't listen, but now, he wants to kill himself, wouldn't he slap himself in the face?
Fu Jian respected Dao'an. He had always listened to what he said, but this time, he did not put down the long knife in his hand.

"Dao An, this is my family business!"

It wasn't Fu Jian's family remarks that dismissed Shi Dao'an, but his fierce eyes, which he had never seen since Shi Dao'an defected to Fu Jian for more than ten years!
Killing God is coming again, who dares to stop it?

On the other side, in the bedroom, Princess Qinghe was still sitting in front of the dressing table, unmoved.

The noise outside the hall had already reached her ears, and even the maid by her side had long gone.

Fu Jian is bloodthirsty, and if his anger spreads to him, maybe everyone will die. As long as they have feet, who can resist running?

Perhaps, only Qinghe.

Qinghe's still young and beautiful face is reflected in the bronze mirror. However, in her young life, she has experienced too many twists and turns and too many sufferings.

I can persist to this day, but I just don't have the courage to die, and I hope I can provide a little bit of protection for the clan by myself.

As a Xianbei royal family, no matter whether it is Murong Chong or Murong Chui, the responsibility for the destruction of the country and the family is probably on his own.

Qinghe endured the humiliation, and stayed by Fu Jian's side, but he just wanted to use the wind in his ears to give the Xianbei people a slightly more stable life.

Over the years, Qinghe has done very well, and the Xianbei people have indeed become Fu Jian's subordinates, among the many aliens, the best living one.

And now, all these false illusions seem to be coming to an end.

"Bitch!"

"come out!"

Fu Jian came, Fu Jian took the knife and walked over aggressively!

In the face of the impending crisis, Qinghe can't feel the fear. What's the use of being afraid?
During her years in Diqin, she had already realized this truth.

In the face of countless difficulties and obstacles, fear is the most unnecessary emotion, and it does not help to change the status quo.

The real solution is to face it!

Fu Jian appeared!
The hatred in his eyes, no one can ignore, Qing He got up, his long black hair was scattered like a elf.

Although Fu Rong and the others couldn't stop Fu Jian, they still followed.

Even if Qinghe is to be executed, there must be a decent way!

Qinghe's fearless expression had a sense of holiness. Fu Rong was not a person who likes beauty, and he couldn't help but be amazed by Qinghe at the moment.

"Bitch, do you know why you want to die?"

As soon as the words came out, the steel knife in Fu Jian's hand pointed directly at Qing He's chest. At this time, Fu Rong and the others just noticed that Qing He was wearing a plain white shirt and skirt today.

Did she anticipate her own ending in advance?

Are you ready?
"Murong Chui and Murong Chong have all run away!"

"You're going to die too!"

"In the harem, I can't see Xianbei people!"

"go to hell!"

Fu Jian's long sword was about to be raised, but at this moment, Shi Daoan took a step forward and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Qinghe is guilty, and the crime should be punished. You can kill yourself!"

"Your Majesty, Dao'an is right. If such a slut is dead, he will be dead. Why let her blood stain my Di Qin palace?"

Under Fu Rong, several more ministers stood up and echoed. Fu Jian's actions stagnated. Kill or not kill?

Qinghe was holding his neck, and he didn't mean to beg for mercy at all. Fu Jian's anger rose instead of falling. The woman who had always been submissive in front of him would look at him with such contempt. Fu Jian, how can you bear it?

"What else do you want to say?"

Fu Jian's tone became somewhat calmer, and Shi Daoan and the others let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that the matter had eased.

Fu Rong instructed the little eunuch, and hurried to get a piece of white silk, maybe it would be needed later.

They are all men, and they all have a bit of pity and love for jade. If such a beautiful face is splattered with blood on the spot, it will always make people feel a little regretful.

Better to let her go clean.

"If you want to kill, just kill!"

"You don't have to plead for me anymore, don't you all want to drive me away?"

"It's not just that your wish has been fulfilled now!"

Ever since she learned that Murong Chui and Murong Chong had escaped from Xiangyang City, Qinghe had already foreseen her own destiny. They all ran away. Does she still have a reason to live?

Of course not, but what Qinghe couldn't understand was that Murong Chong acted lightly, that's all, why did Murong Chui do this?
There are so many Xianbei tribes in the city. Could it be that he is willing to abandon them?

Chang'an and Xiangyang are far away, and it is impossible for the Xianbei people in the city to overcome the obstacles to join Murong Chui. At that time, will they become Di Qin's living targets?
Qinghe couldn't figure it out, but now there was no time for her to continue to figure it out.

Fu Jian is completely crazy!
He raised his knife and slashed towards Qinghe's slender arm!
He remembered that back then, he was bewitched by this face, but now, he wants to destroy this face with his own hands!
The tip of the knife is down, and it comes!

Fu Rong watched the situation in front of him, and it took a turn for the worse, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't fight forward and block the sword for Qinghe!
And Shi Daoan just slowly closed his eyes and recited a passage of scriptures silently.

Qinghe let out a sneer, and then, her thin arm went straight up, and that weak little hand actually grabbed the tip of the knife!
puff!
Blood gurgled out of her mouth, and the long knife that Fu Jian wanted to end Qinghe Xiaoming went straight into her chest!

This was not Fu Jian's original intention, he wanted to hack her face!
Cut it in half at least!
This is the only way to relieve the hatred in his heart!

However, Qinghe did not give him this chance.

Isn't it just death?

Although she is a weak girl, she is not afraid of death!

On the day that Dayan was broken, she was already dead!
From her point of view, Di Qin's country has long been stained with blood, and there is no clean place, and these cruel animals are still worried that her blood will stain their hands.

How ridiculous!

How shameless!
Well now, they don't have to bother.

She ended her own life and ended up a clean one!

After the initial astonishment, Fu Jian let out a wicked smile.

"Throw it in the backyard!"

The capricious Fu Jian ruthlessly pulled out his long knife, as if all his previous love had disappeared.

There was still beauty's blood on the tip of the knife, but he actually took off the scabbard, and threw it to the ground with a clanging sound.

"Throw it together!"

Without the support of the long knife, Qinghe fell to the ground with a slam, like a puppet with a broken thread, paralyzed.

Fu Rong quickly stepped forward, found a few guards, and carried Qinghe's body onto the trolley. Fu Jian said he lost it, but he did not dare to disobey.

But it can't really be left in the backyard for thousands of people to watch.

So, he brought a few guards to the backyard of the dormitory and found a peach tree. Many years ago, Fu Rong had heard that Qinghe liked this peach tree in the courtyard of the dormitory the most.

Let her lonely, prison-like life, with a trace of anger.

The guards were busy digging holes, while Fu Rong lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Qinghe's pale face.

Qinghe was lying on the ground, his plain white clothes had almost no dirt, except for a round blood hole on his chest.

Bright red, like a plum blossom.

Why is the enemy he has always hated, now dead, but Fu Rong can't feel a trace of comfort?

Instead, you feel a chill?

Fu Jian's madness today is not without reason.

Today, the battle situation in Xiangyang City finally came. For some reason, the news that should have arrived a long time ago was much later than the scheduled time.

For a long time, Fu Jian was immersed in the illusion that Jingling City had been destroyed, and he would be able to command his division south.

However, when the battle report was opened, Fu Jian went mad!
Not only did Jingling City not win, but even Xiangyang City, which had been tightly controlled by Di Qin for a long time, was lost!
The two generals, Fu Rui and Liang Cheng, were all beheaded by the Jin generals. The Qin army suffered countless casualties, and even few soldiers were lucky enough to escape back to the Qin realm!

Qin Bing was defeated!

Such a complete defeat!

The most difficult thing for Fu Jian to accept was not Qin Bing's failure, but Murong Chui's escape!
With the Xianbei Army, their two uncles and nephews, they left the city like this!

Ran!

slipped away!

Fu Jian was out of anger, and after beheading Qinghe, Fu Jian's butcher knife extended to other Xianbei people in the city.

Above the main hall, there are not a few ministers, only Fu Rong, the brother of the humerus, whom he regards as a think tank.

"Send the order, and all the Yulin army will be dispatched to confine all Xianbei people in the city, and do not move without authorization!"

People will inevitably be surprised that the crazy Fu Jian still has a trace of rationality, and it is already invaluable to kill all the Xianbei people in the city without holding a knife.

Based on this, Fu Rong was also slightly relieved, but then, his worries surfaced again.

"Your Majesty, if you do this, you'll probably startle the snake!"

Fu Rong hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to say it. The danger was approaching step by step, and he really couldn't pretend to be deaf and dumb any longer!
In fact, it may be too late to stop now.

Qinghe was dead, and the two Xianbei generals, Murong Chui and Murong Chong, did not know where to go.

At such a tense moment, the collective confinement of the Xianbei people is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire, not to mention that with the current strength of Chang'an City, it is impossible to control all the Xianbei people.

Even if they are barely able to do it, the Xianbei people are all good at fighting. Could they just sit still?
　The next ten chapters or so are about the disputes within the Di Qin court. Because of the limited space, they will not be divided into volumes.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)