Lanling covered the moon

Chapter 243: King Yan

Murong Chong stupidly looked at the misty smoke around him, he felt that he was about to emerge from this ethereal place soon.

In the vast expanse of whiteness, there is an archway standing in the distance, where is this?The clouds and mist floated under Murong Chong's feet, but when he stepped on it, he didn't feel like stepping into the air.He wanted to take a closer look, but the light and shadow flickered, and he arrived in front of the archway in the blink of an eye.

"Nantianmen..." Murong Chong couldn't help curling his lips as he read the words in bright and colorful characters.This dream was so realistic that he could still reach Nantianmen.Could it be that the majestic general who is walking in front of him is a heavenly soldier?

"Who is here?!" A general with a sword and armor yelled at him, the man's eyes were wide open, and the long snake wrapped around his arm was also sticking out his tongue to threaten him.

Murong Chong was startled, he tilted his head back and felt that the snake was very scary.And this general is also extraordinary, his body is blue, and his sword is shining with golden magic light, he is really not a mortal child with the naked eye.

Is this really Nantianmen? !Murong Chong was too stunned, staring blankly at the sea of ​​clouds in front of him who didn't know whether it was the sky or the earth.The breeze swayed upwards, and there were waves on the flat ground in the distance. It turned out that the floating clouds evolved into various postures and came like galloping horses.

When Murong Chong was stunned, the general raised his eyebrows and looked at him carefully. The not-so-beautiful face moved closer to cover Murong Chong's vision from afar, and Murong Chong jumped back in fright. some.

Knowing that he was impolite, Murong Chong bowed and said: "Dare to ask General, where is this place?"

That day will shake his thick eyebrows, and roared: "Phoenix Xingjun! Why are you back?!"

"Ah" Murong Chong raised his head in doubt.

"Hahaha, you still look like a bird in the mortal world, you are really... eh? But I didn't hear the Bodhisattva mentioning that you want to come back?" Tian Jiang scratched his face and looked at the big snake on his arm very much. Puzzled, and the big snake also stared at the eyeballs, sticking out its tongue with the same troubled look.

"Second brother, who are you gossiping with?!" Murong Chong hadn't figured out why the general in front of him was so familiar with him, when two more people came not far away, and a burly general was holding his hand. Pipa, and the other is an old man with a long beard and white beard, with a fairy demeanor, and a white crane pacing behind him.

"Brother, Laojun, it's Phoenix Xingjun who has returned! I'm chatting with him right now!" The blue-faced general patted Murong Chong on the shoulder and responded boldly.

"What?" The white-bearded old man frowned when he heard that, and took a closer look at Fuxiu walking past Murong Chong's door, and said in surprise, "Oh, my body is mortal, how could this be the return of Xingjun, what a coincidence What's more, the soul has left the body and arrived at Nantianmen!"

"Ah?!" The blue-faced general was taken aback, looked Murong Chong up and down, let the big snake spit out a letter and sniffed it before roaring, "Wow! I thought it was the Bodhisattva who miscalculated the time and didn't tell Since my Xingjun returned to the throne, it is also because Phoenix Xingjun's appearance has not changed since he was in the sky, which made me make a big mistake! Hurry up, hurry up, if you don't go back, you won't be able to go back!" The blue-faced The big man lifted Murong Chong as easily as a bucket.

"Who are you?! Don't throw me down~~~~~~~~~~" Murong Chong saw that his head was down, and everywhere he could see were clouds of smoke, and he was already crying.I don't know how high it is, but I just fell straight down in a blink of an eye.

"Ah!!!!!!!" screamed shrilly, and the three gods standing on the clouds looked at each other and smiled.

"King of Heaven."

"The king of growth."

"Shangshang Laojun."

"Give Xingjun a ride, there will be a reunion someday!"

After Murong Chong heard this sentence, he couldn't see the surrounding situation clearly, it was like a flash of light, and when he was in it, he felt top-heavy and his body was spinning around, as if he was in a stormy sea.The white-bearded old man lightly shook the whisk in his hand, and when the heavy clouds were cleared away, Murong Chong, who was lying in the Yan Palace in Longcheng, took a deep breath, and his weak breathing began to seem to be steady.

"Hehe, it's too late!" The old man waved his whisk and smiled knowingly with the two heavenly kings above the clouds.

"Uh..." Murong Chong let out a heavy breath, his brows were tightly frowned, and the expression on his face was very painful.The originally straight body seemed to be filled with breath.

"Cousin!!!" Murong Rou originally thought that there was no way to recover, she shrank to the side with her head down, and was about to pay for Murong Chong's life, but she didn't expect to be able to bring the dead back to life!

"Doctor, call the doctor to take a look!" Murong Rou stumbled out of the hall and shouted to the maid guarding the door.After he rushed back to Longcheng with Murong, his cousin had been in a coma for five days and nights, and his breathing was getting weaker. He thought it was hopeless. After visiting him a few times, his father and king said he was a fool who did more than accomplish nothing. !He didn't want to harm his cousin, and he promised Gao Changgong that he would save his cousin and come back. If his cousin died, he would have no face to live in this world!

Turning around, Murong Cong suddenly became angry, Murong Rou wept with joy, holding his cousin's hand and yelling for him to wake up quickly.

In Longcheng, the sky was getting dark early.

Murong Chong didn't know how long he had been in a daze, until he opened his eyes and saw the beam above his head, he felt alive.

Two hideous King Kongs and an old man with a white beard. . . . . .Murong Chong didn't know how he could have such a strange dream, and the feeling of falling into the clouds still made his soles go weak.What did they tell him?Murong Chong covered his forehead, he couldn't remember clearly.

Looking around, the palace was both familiar and strange to him.He didn't know where he was, but there was no one by his side, and the huge room was empty, with only some luxurious decorations.

The scene of the turbulent sea of ​​clouds seemed to be still in front of him, but when he looked up to the outside of the window sill, the towering Yan character flag fluttered slowly, and the word Yan character on it was like a thunderclap blasting in Murong Chong's heart. The banner on the city wall made him feel like he was still in a dream, which made him unable to respond for a long time.

Both feet touched the ground slowly, he vaguely remembered that the last time this flag appeared in front of his eyes was when his elder brother Youdi left the city to accept surrender.Time has passed, and in my lifetime I can still see the big flag with the Chinese character of Yan fluttering under the sky, I can't help crying, I lower my head and wipe my face.He staggered to the window.

This is Dragon City? !Leaning on the window and looking out, the place that haunted me in my childhood is in front of my eyes, which caught Murong Chong off guard.The once majestic and majestic state of Yan was laid out with thick ink and colors. There were guard posts on the high platform, and heavy armored warriors lined up to guard the city wall. Under the setting sun, this place seemed to be the most prosperous year of Yan. Overlooking this world under the slanting light, it is magnificent!

Taking a deep breath, Murong Chong tasted his own tears in his mouth.

The Dragon City Imperial Palace is built of gray and white boulders, and the years have smoothed out too many ravines and corners, leaving only strength and desolation.The bald eagle flits across the sky, bringing up long smoke and vast expanse.This is where Xianbei Murong lived for generations. . . . . .Murong's pride and desolation are engraved everywhere. He thought he would never come to this place again in his lifetime.

Murong Chong turned his head and looked at this hall again, this was the inner hall where his father slept, how could he not remember it just now?

The table and the corner, even a little dust in every corner, has his memories of letting go and becoming clear at this moment.

The football he loved to play when he was a child, his father always allowed him to play it here unscrupulously.Fingertips stroked every wall and table, and blood flowed in my heart.

Hearing that the palace door was slowly opened, he stared blankly, thinking that his father and mother would smile and open their arms to him.

Against the light, the man resembled his father, and when he got closer, Murong Chong realized that it was his uncle Murong Chui who came in.

Ah. . . . . .Murong Chong smiled wryly, a dream is a dream, it can be broken with a single poke, and the beautiful reverie and expectations just now were reduced to ashes.As soon as he saw the scheming Murong Chui's face, Murong Chong put away the emotion in his eyes, walked up to his uncle coldly and bowed to his uncle, and after shouting to his uncle, he didn't show any other expressions.

It turned out that Murong Chui had already returned to the old capital of Yan State, and had placed heavy troops here.

What a Murong Rou, his fox-like cousin still brought him back to Dragon City.What about Chang Gong?Before he lost consciousness, Chang Gong was still by his side.

He looked behind Murong Chui, Murong Rou probably didn't dare to see him, so he didn't come in together.

"Uncle, Fenghuang thanks Uncle for saving my life, but I still have important things to do, so I will leave first. Please take care, Uncle." Murong Chong didn't want to be in the same room with the former King of Wu, Murong Chui, looking at this person, He thought of how his father and emperor turned against this brother, and how Murong Chui turned against him and defected to Fu Jian.It's useless to say too much, he, Murong Chong, is now a man with a high mountain and a long river, and he has no intention of collaborating with this tyrant to restore the country, even though this place is his hometown, and he doesn't want to stay here anymore.

Rejuvenation?The father, queen and queen are gone, whose country will be restored? !

Murong Chong didn't hesitate, and walked around Murong Chui's side. There was no grudge between him and this uncle, so there was no need to say anything.The main road faces the sky on each side.Murong Chong walked to the door and opened the door of the main hall with both hands. The setting sun was dazzling, and he was in a daze for several days, and he was blinded by the light for a while.

"Your Majesty, Murong Chui, has met His Majesty the Emperor. Long live, long live, long live!" There was a sound of respectful kowtowing suddenly behind him. before.His forehead was on the ground, and his gray hair fell to the ground.

The sun didn't have much temperature, but Murong Chong didn't expect it and couldn't distinguish the situation at all, so it was only the afterglow of the sun sinking in the west that made his weak body sway.

What did uncle say? !

"Your Majesty has seen His Majesty the Emperor, long live your Majesty, long live, long live!" Murong Chui kowtowed, and the guards and maidservants outside the door also knelt and bowed on the corridor outside the hall, all facing Murong Chong's direction, and the monarchs and ministers lined up neatly. gift.

"God bless Yan, Your Majesty is blessed! Long live Your Majesty, long live, long live!" Outside the main hall, there is the outer city wall of the palace garden. With a weapon in hand, he knelt on one knee and on the city wall, congratulating in unison, and the mountain roared and the sea tsunami.

Yan Guo has announced to the world when Murong Chong woke up.Dayan prospered, and the throne was inherited by the new emperor Murong Chong.

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Oops, better sleep.