The Phoenix Rises at Epang Palace

The ending is heartbreaking no matter how many years later I watch it. It's a pity that this place has been overrun by panderers. They are all just a routine pulled by a boss. There is no room for real writers.

The writing is so exciting, but only a few people have read it. The author probably doesn't write in Jinjiang anymore.

It is a kind of writing that is very faithful to history, and is different from the idol-like writing style of many authors. When I saw Murong Chong lose his will and become violent, and the Xianbei factor in his blood broke out, and heard him calling himself "I" and angrily yelling at his close subordinates "Do you want to rebel?", To be honest, I felt a little uncomfortable. After all, in my heart, I have long privately regarded him as... Some kind of white lotus-like existence. Her face is so beautiful, and her life is so bumpy, it always makes people cry. Therefore, the image I can most accept is Saburo Saburo in the flowing water. But this Murong Chong, who is closer to historical facts, undoubtedly gave me a shock like an 8-magnitude earthquake. The balance is very powerful. It's just that it might be better if it didn't end so hastily, or if the characters were portrayed in more detail... Well, I'm just vulgar. I hope that the love between Fenghuang's son and daughter can be more beautiful, and more beautiful. Otherwise, how can we comfort that miserable soul... This story was written in 2003. At that time, I knew nothing about the young man here. Ten years passed slowly by before I came across this story, and I felt some time-traveling emotions in it. Great article, congratulations.

This is a comment reposted from Frankie's classmate. Because I like Fengqi and can't bear to let it be covered in dust, I repost it here specifically. I heard that Mr. Tianping is playing WOW recently. Please take some time to write. I am counting the stars every day and looking forward to it. The first time I watched "The Phoenix" was probably at the end of 2007. Probably it was the chilling weather and tense atmosphere like now, when I saw those cold and desperate words, my heart, which could not accept the cruel reality of life at that time, began to bleed a little, shed a little tears, and sink a little, and finally fell into the ups and downs of the fate of the characters in the novel, unable to extricate myself, resulting in a gloomy and desolate half semester. During that time, I read a lot of books at once, but none of them can be called "reading". At best, I vented my dissatisfaction with life on unfamiliar black and white words, and drank like a drunken maniac. As a result, I couldn't remember anything particularly clearly about what I read, what I read, the characters, plots, dialogues, and even the titles of the books. If we hadn't met again accidentally this year, "The Phoenix" would probably be a story about how a person leads to destruction in my mind. I have read too many similar tragedies, and it would not have left a deep impression. Strange to say, I have not been interested in reading recently, but I have become more focused on savoring the leisure and tranquility of words. When I read "Phoenix Rises from Afang" again, I no longer had the blind indignation I felt in the first year of high school, and my heart also lost the enthusiasm of Phoenix on Fire. The tragedy of blood; maybe life has smoothed away my own thorns. I used to read books, watch wars and wars, and burn my own flames in the turbulent era. But now, I always feel that my mentality has changed. I read the same book and the same story. , But what I saw was the tenderness of the cavalry and the deep brotherhood in the fight. Because of this, I suddenly felt a real sadness from the bottom of my heart - just like watching "The Massacre of Nanjing" before. When I really cried, I didn't see how cruel and bloody the Japanese army was, but when I read "a kind-hearted Japanese officer..." I couldn't help crying. Only at that moment, the contrast between human nature and bestiality will be most clearly exposed. The same is true when reading "Feng Qi Afang". What is really sad is not watching the protagonist step by step towards destruction, but seeing those insignificant tenderness in the turmoil, along with revenge and blood, burned to ashes in the raging fire of the times. Murong Chong's story is just one person's destiny, but unfortunately, those he loved and the people who loved him were wiped out along with his story, which made me sigh after more than 1,600 years. What I like about "Feng Qi Afang" is the people, the stories, and the powerless feelings that cannot change fate in the context of that war-torn era. Murong Chong's story itself is legendary, but in my eyes, the biggest reason why "Feng Qi Afang" stands out from so many novels about him is the perfect combination of grand war scenes and delicate emotions. The emotional bonds between the various characters are rarely mentioned, but a few words can become a huge opportunity and turning point, leading step by step to the destruction of revenge, until they have all left, and he has no reason to exist anymore. Murong Chong's life was a tragedy, from being a proud son of heaven, to being a prisoner, to an iron-blooded emperor, and finally a flash in the pan. But I always feel that the most tragic part of this story is those who died for Murong Chong on his way to revenge, and the love that was broken by his own hands. The long river of history will swallow up everything, but in the fire of Chang'an in 386 AD, there were some people and things that he loved deeply and loved him deeply. Ling Yao For some reason, the first person who comes to mind about this book is Ling Yao. In my impression, the woman Murong Chong loved most in "Feng Qi Afang" was not even Bao Jin, who later went through the ups and downs on the road to revenge, but Murong Lingyao. ... For a moment, there seemed to be jade chimes and golden bells ringing all around, mixed with floating fragrant flowers, and the unearthly light spread out bit by bit. After the light subsided slightly, there was an extra girl among the girls. She turned sideways, and her hair flowed over the child like a stream in the night. With five fingers stained with impatiens flower juice, he swept the hair behind his ears. He turned his eyebrows to the side and said with a smile, "Fenghuang, what a cute baby! However, compared to you when you were a child, it's still a little bit worse!" It's her! The bright smile between his eyebrows was as clear as the spring sun after the rain, yet so unfamiliar. He searched hard in his mind, and finally dug out fragments like Kataba Yoshimitsu from the memories before he was twelve years old. It turns out that you have gone back, and it is useless for me to worry about you. He always felt that she was more than just his sister. It seemed to be a feeling of mutual understanding and compassion that went beyond family affection but was indescribable. The boundary between living together and supporting each other may not be so clear in itself. "One female and one male, two flying into the purple palace", the world was puzzled and ridiculed, but only the two siblings encouraged each other to have the courage to live, and the dream and hope of rejuvenating the country. The article writes that Fu Jian "can't help but wonder what kind of thoughts these two teenage children used to hide their resentment in the day-to-day joy!" Perhaps, this thought is the support of mutual reliance. Without Ling Yao, Murong Chong might have committed suicide when he was ordered to the Qin Palace. And if Ling Yao did not have the support of Murong Chong's belief in one day returning to the country, she might not be able to spread her laughter to the "day after day joy". I can't explain what it means to exaggerate family affection to the extreme. I just feel that this seems to be Murong Chong's feelings for Ling Yao. And among them, there was so much baptism of blood and tears that there was no longer a complete face. ... Murong Chong had deliberately not thought about Murong Lingyao for many days, not thinking about her frail body being covered in thick mud along with thousands of men and women, not thinking about her state of mind before she died. He felt that she should be very happy, because he finally revolted and returned to the country, fulfilling her original wish, but he was not sure. He had always tried his best to forget Ling Yao, the stories related to her, and the humiliation and suffering he had experienced with her, but he had never succeeded. Meeting the enemy generals on the battlefield, waiting for the arrival of his eldest son in the wedding room, and even finally breaking through Chang'an City and entering Weiyang Palace, that ghostly phantom broke through the imprisoned defense line in his mind. He missed him, missed him, called him "Phoenix Emperor", and smiled at him. ... Murong Lingyao suddenly smiled, full of flattery, "General Dou, it turns out you were the one who killed me." Dou Chong stood downstairs, two streams of water flowing continuously from both sides of his eyebrows. His eyelids blinked in the water, and the rain merged with his eyes, so his eyes seemed to keep spilling out of his sockets. His lips were blue, but he didn't say a word. "Oh, I always refuse to say a word." Murong Lingyao sighed and shook her head with a smile. She leaned on the guardrail, lowered her head, and said in an undoubted tone: "You like me." Suddenly there was thunder again, as if it could penetrate the sky and sink the earth. Dou Chong's body and mind seemed to be controlled by some magic, but his heart seemed to have broken through all the restraints, and he said one word "Yes!" With unusual ease! Murong Lingyao dropped the wine bottle. The bottle rolled in the air and fell to the ground, and the wine swirled out. Murong Lingyao stretched out her arms to him, a pair of ice-silk sleeves moving in the wind with the rain. "Take me away, open the city gate, and welcome my brother into the city, okay?" The sound was so intoxicating that the air was filled with the fragrance of mellow wine. The waterfall-like rainwater became sticky and slippery for a while, covering Dou Chong's limbs, eyes and mind. The taste on his lips was as sweet as honey. Dou Chong's entire body had a confused and demonic aura that was brewing and dissipating rapidly. The young Qisijing had spent so many years of hard work brewing it, and every drop of it was enough to make a thousand people drunk. Lingyao might like Dou Chong. Even the enemy general's continuous love for more than ten years could not guarantee that she would touch her lonely heart locked in the palace. But in my heart, I still feel that Lingyao loves his country more, her brother more, and her country more. There is not much record of Princess Qinghe in the official history, and there is no name like "Lingyao", but I think that a princess from an enemy country can still be the "most favored" in Fu Jian's harem. She must be very smart and knowledgeable, know how to observe people's words and maneuver in secret, and know how to find a place for herself and her tribe in the cracks. For such a woman, even if she doesn't leave a single word in the history books, she should at least—— ——With the world in mind. She doesn't have to be like Empress Wu Mei or Xiao, but her gaze should be higher than that of ordinary women from the market. "I have always loved you, and I know the deep love between my sister and brother. How can I let you be lonely?" Fu Jian smiled very tenderly, as if he had done it a few years ago, and said, "Just wait for a while, and when I get Feng Huang'er's head, I will send it to you to keep you company!" Therefore, Ling Yao in my heart is aloof, aloof, and determined in her heart. Even when faced with threats from Fu Jian's rage, she would remain calm, blinking her eyes calmly, speaking silently, crushing the moonlight into her cold starry eyes. Murong Lingyao had no chance to love anyone in her life, nor did she have such a choice. She was just a cold star in the deep palace, streaking across the night sky, watching Murong Chong leave Ziyi Palace, become the governor of Pingyang, and raise an army to rebel against Qin, until he came to Chang'an City again. Murong Chong may be right. She is the saddest one in the whole story. No matter what the fate of Xianbei and him is in the future, her life will never change at all. Murong Lingyao in Ziyi Palace can only gradually grow old, drift away, and become scattered. Like an impatiens flower that is full and ready to bloom, it can only become a dead branch once the autumn wind passes. Therefore, I like Ling Yao, who is as beautiful and cold as the stars and the moon, and probably Murong Chong is the same. People miss the beauty of the past. Baojin One of the parts that made me want to cry the most while watching "Feng Qi Afang" was the farewell between Bao Jin and Murong Chong. Ling Yao is the star, and Bao Jin is the flame, a fire that matches Murong Chong equally well. The ashes under the fire have no trace of tomorrow, but they once enjoyed the hottest embrace. ... At this moment, Murong Chong felt a little tired, and suddenly he just wanted to put down his gun, take off his armor, and hug tightly this woman who was as innocent and bold as her young self, full of courage, and then she was scarred again in the world. But then Murong Yong's voice sounded behind him, "Your Majesty, we have to leave!" This voice was decisive and calm, like a bright light, which suddenly dispersed the gloomy mist between Murong Chong and Bao Jin. "Go back!" Murong Chongce took two steps forward, grabbed her arm, looked into her eyes and said, "Just pretend you haven't told me, from now on you are still the mother of my son!" There are too many conflicts, too many grievances, too many national hatreds and family feuds. Their relationship, before they had time to express it, was shattered by the impact of the Iron Horse Glacier. What was left was only the hatred that could not be washed away and the incompleteness that could not be completed. He has his desire for revenge and his dream of becoming a country, and she has her own unspeakable sorrow and difficulties. They suffer from each other, but they always only have time to hurt each other, be willful to each other, and leave tooth marks on each other that will never be healed. The mist like the blue sky is unstoppable, and the long trick is like a flood. You never had time to tell me, love. The light moved on Murong Chong's face inch by inch, as if the red sun was sinking irrevocably, quietly and silently between the two of them. He heard the sharp shouts of Murong Yong and Diao Yun, and the sound of the hooves of all his subordinates running toward him. While dodging, he saw the clear sword body, Baojin's eyes filled with a water color, mixed with various scenery. The bright light cut through the broken sleeve he was holding, and he felt as if he had fallen into the glacier. For a moment, he could see his helpless face from all directions. The hand suddenly loosened, and when he looked again, there was only a small piece of red gauze as big as the palm of his hand, trembling in the wind, like a torn heart beating unwillingly. The bright light fell from Baojin's fingertips and jumped between the two struggling horses. The light disappeared, and suddenly the whole world turned into an indifferent darkness. She no longer looked back, and the horse neighed loudly, long and shrill, and flew away with her like the wind. Her clothes danced fiercely, like a fiery red kite that had taken off its strings, sacrificing its life for the last leg of its seemingly free flight. In just a moment, he was plunged into the dangerous and unpredictable forest. Hate, after all, became the master at that moment. We are always running non-stop, for life, revenge, wishes, and the world. We have no time, no time. So even wanting to stop and take a look at you is a luxury. We walk along different trajectories and can only drift further and further apart. I feel sad for Murong Chong and Bao Jin not only because of the two of them, but also because of the kind of love they represent that cannot fly across the sea. He also looked at him tenderly, watched her wash his hands meticulously, watched her soft and smooth little hands intertwined with his long and thin white fingers, rubbing them repeatedly, which actually made him feel a little painful; he also once rushed straight to the city wall as soon as he withdrew his troops. In her bedroom, he held her waist and whispered in her ear, "There was an emergency military situation just now. It's fine now. You're fine. I'll listen to whatever you have to say."... The more tender he is, the more bloody their ending looks. They could not cross the huge gap between them and could never fly. The two horses collided with each other. For a moment, Murong Yong was dazzled and seemed to see a ball of demonic flames and black smoke entangled with each other. After a while, the two of them calmed down. Murong Chong grabbed one of Bao Jin's slender gauze sleeves. The horse that was sprinting was pulled around and turned around, roaring crazily. He said nothing and looked at her with a slight breath. Baojin raised her chin high, her face glowing softly like the moon, glowing with a look that illuminated people's hearts. Thousands of sails have passed, geese are falling on the flat sand, and there is a touch of vermilion cinnabar. In all the ups and downs, we are just a small boat, an insignificant pebble thrown into the bottomless pit of revenge. Danxia clips the bright moon, and Chinese stars emerge from the clouds. ——Perhaps, in the bleak place of sunset, when the setting sun stared into the blood-like eyes, he still remembered that golden jump. (By the way... That Tiaotiao was given to Baojin by Ling Yao... = = So who was Murong Chong thinking about when he held the Tiaotiao in Ziyi Palace in the last chapter... I don't know anything = = Well, I really hope he was thinking of Baojin...) Murong Hong Apart from Murong Chong, the male character who impressed me most in "Feng Qi Afang" was actually Murong Hong, who only appeared in few roles. The fourth brother of Murong Chong was the former King of the North of Yanji. After reading the entire book and then looking at the first two pages, I suddenly felt an uncontrollable sadness. At that time, they, Murong Chong, Murong Hong, and Murong Lingyao, three teenagers, supported each other in the background of the country's collapse, and supported each other, just like the little birds who grew up together in the most ordinary people's homes. He simply called him "Fourth Brother" and "Sister", and they only called him "Fenghuang" lovingly. Together they showed the pride of the princes and princesses of the Yan family in their battle with Qin Bing, and demonstrated their family dependence on their trek through the snow. They encouraged each other in the face of overwhelming ridicule and insults, and gave each other a ray of warmth in the pain of annihilation. So, love is deep and hate is deep. Murong Hong had the best relationship with Murong Chong and Ling Yao among his relatives, so when "one female and one male flew into the purple palace", he should have felt a pain in his heart that no one else could experience. ... Murong Chong was chatting with Murong Ping inadvertently, and occasionally glanced at Murong Hong's expression. Among the brothers, he and Murong Hong were the closest in age, and they had been close friends since childhood. When he was wronged and did bad things, the first person he looked for was definitely Murong Hong. Before Murong Chong came here, he actually hoped that Murong Hong would ignore him. If Murong Hong showed any sign of comfort, he might not be able to bear it and burst into tears on the spot. But at this moment, seeing Murong Hong's side tensed and his pupils fixed, like a stone statue, his heart started to feel colder. Just when he didn't expect Murong Hong to look at him, Murong Hong suddenly turned around. Murong Chong was ecstatic when he saw him smile warmly and asked: "Are you still my brother?" Murong Chong had no time to answer or even think about it when he saw him holding up a broken spearhead in his hand. The dazzling light suddenly filled Murong Chong's field of vision, and he seemed to feel that the cold blade had cut into his bones. Murong Chong's mind was empty for a moment, as if he was covered by some strong energy and couldn't move at all. He could only vaguely hear Murong Ping, Murong Zang and others exclaiming in low voices beside him. In the fear of dying, he suddenly felt strong and seemed to fall back. The cold current stuck to his forehead and nose and penetrated directly to his lower chest and abdomen, like a mountain of ice passing through him. He asked him how he could live in shame, but he didn't answer and just turned around and left. From then on, there was no more bridge between brothers. This is fate, this is the time. Individuals can never break through this barrier. In the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Wuhu, there were no fathers and sons, no brothers, only blood and killing, and those lonely souls crying and entangled in the dark night that made people crazy. "I can't stand it... First it was Ling Yao, that's it. She is a girl and she has to get married. It's not an insult to be with Fu Jian. But then you were tricked into it, and I... I was so angry that I went crazy. You are my biological brother! My descendant, Murong Xianbei, my prince of Dayan, actually wanted to... Do such a despicable thing! I couldn't sleep for many nights, sharpening the knife in the yard every day. I really wanted to rush into the Qin Palace at all costs and rescue you... The emperor and Uncle Ping were afraid that something would happen to me, so they stayed with me all night..." Murong Hong suddenly became speechless and turned his head sideways. Under the silvery moonlight, water splashed and covered his cheeks. His face, which had been tense all year round, had never been softer at this moment. "I have always hated you! You are like a tattoo on my face, Murong, telling the world all the time what a shame the Yan royal family is suffering. Whenever I think of you, I seem to see the whole world making fun of me with disdain, and Murong's reputation being trampled under the feet of millions of people..." He raised his hands, his eyes flashed with an almost frantic light, and his voice trembled to the point where he could barely finish a sentence. "No! Fenghuang, actually I hate myself. I hate that I can't save you and make you endure so much pain for us. All the Murong family and I owe you and Lingyao a lot!" Murong Hong suddenly grabbed his arm tightly, squeezing it painfully, and spoke passionately. "If you and Ling Yao hadn't endured the humiliation and survived, we might have died long ago, let alone the opportunity for revenge. I, I always refuse to admit that Murong is relying on you, relying on... Like this..." His lips trembled for a while before he could continue, "... Fazi, who survived, so I can't help but say bad things to you. I'm really, really sorry for you!" The world is always so ironic. The moment we finally break through the ice and get to know each other, what follows is often too late regret. Things in the world always say, "If only one day earlier...", The whole ending might have gone in the opposite direction. If Murong Hong had said these words a moment earlier, an hour earlier, or a day earlier, Murong Chong's plan to kill him might not have been formed. He is still his fourth brother, the Great General King of Jibei, and he is still his younger brother, the Great Sima King of Zhongshan. The brothers work together to restore the country. Thinking further, if Murong Hong and Murong Chong operated together, the Xiyan regime might not be so deformed, and Murong Chong might not eventually slide into irreversible destruction. But unfortunately, it was too late to burn the incense to worship the souls of the dead on the battlefield. ... Murong Chong looked at his innocent and confused expression, and suddenly, ten years passed by. Murong Hong seemed to be still a fifteen-year-old boy. The two little brothers leaned on each other's shoulders and watched the "Yan" flag falling amidst the cheers of the conquerors; on that icy and windy night, they struggled on the rugged mountain road with their seriously ill sister in their arms; and amidst the laughter of the Qin Palace officials, he hugged him tightly... Until, "Are you still my brother?" A biting cold light burst out. Amidst Murong Yong's screams, Murong Chong suddenly retracted his sword. The sword spun like a cocoon and pulled threads, blocking the cold light that had cut through his clothes by a hair. The light fell to the ground and turned into a short blade. The sword thrust out again, cleanly, and pierced Murong Hong's chest again before he fell to the ground. It's just too late, no matter you were my brother, fourth brother. The tragedy of war is that it requires too many people to bleed. This is the war between Fu Jian and Murong Chong, which was destined countless years ago. Even Fourth Brother, anyone who dares to stop him will only turn into dust. "What I didn't drink just now," Murong Chong said to himself, "I'll make up for it now." "I promised to kill all the people of Qin for you with this sword. Now I am doing it. Are you satisfied?" The "Tuguhun Agan Song" written by Murong Xuan runs through the whole book. Agan wants to return to his horse but does not return. How many Agan can there be in life. Maybe it's not just them. There have been endless dramas of brotherly rivalry in Chinese history. Maybe they all had such unspeakable tragedy in their hearts, right? I owe you, so I will conquer the world for you. No matter whether Murong Chong was redeemed in the end or not, when he drew his long sword and pointed it at the Qin army, his heart that missed Murong Hong must be pure! Murong Yong Originally, he was the brightest character in the book. He was always laughing and scolding, always youthful and wanton. He did not have such deep-rooted resentment towards Fu Qin. He just followed Murong Chong happily since childhood, enjoying the title of "Brother Chong" that no one else could get. He went to battle for him, killed enemies for him, and lived simply for him. But when I read the book at the end, I suddenly realized that Murong Yong was the one who made me cry the most. After thinking about it, among the male protagonists in this book, the most suitable one to marry should be Murong Yong (quietly, is this a bit ridiculous? In this book, as long as the other half is mentioned, the male protagonists are all dedicated and affectionate... Murong Chong to Bao Jin/Dou Chong to Ling Yao/Murong Yong to Bei Ling/Diao Yun to Bao Jin... How can such a good thing in this world with a bad mouth = =). No matter from which angle you look at it, he is the kind of boy who can catch your eye at a glance. Unlike Murong Chong, who is calm and cold, he is always so talkative and laughs so much, he likes to create surprises again and again in the depressing war, and he likes to please girls with his strong skills and dexterous tongue. He is full of heroic spirit, has a good horse with light fur, and looks like a gorgeous summer flower. He is just a boy, a sunny boy who makes all the girls in the school excited. ... Murong Chong asked someone to release his horse for Murong Yong, and the two of them galloped together, running through the Qin army like driving cattle and sheep. The Yan army followed them and chased the Qin soldiers, who were even more numerous than themselves, without any fear. Several days of fighting aroused their ferocity, and their aura of meaningless life and death made it difficult for people to believe that they were just ordinary farm boys six months ago. Although there are still many soldiers and civilians in the city who use their houses as fortifications to hold on, firing cold arrows from time to time. After the arrows are shot, they break down the bricks and throw them. Even Murong Yong carelessly received a brick, which made him laugh even after a stick of incense... I have been imagining that scene, Murong Chong and Murong Yong galloping on horseback, keeping pace with each other, as if they were in a deserted place among thousands of enemy troops, weaving in and out, arrogant, the bright sword flashed, reflecting the young master's breathtaking and proud smile. So I fell in love with Murong Yong hopelessly, and I always felt that his smile could even reduce the ice and snow on Murong Chong's face that would never melt. ..."Brother Chong actually remembers it so clearly!" Murong Yong made a face, took out a short slip from his pocket, shook it, and said: "I copied it from above, I reviewed it and wanted to show it in front of Brother Chong, but this is a waste of effort!" Murong Chong raised his knee, kicked him over, and shouted: "What time has it been, and you are still talking nonsense here?" Murong Yong turned away and coordinated with Murong Chong's kick so skillfully that he didn't need to use any care at all. ... Knowing that he was a step too late, Murong Chong was a little annoyed, and it showed on his face. Murong Yong said: "Brother Chong doesn't have to be like this. Even if the pontoon bridge is still there, we can't advance to Tongguan. Otherwise, if Tongguan cannot be broken easily and the retreat is blocked by the Puban defenders, it will be like catching a turtle in an urn!" Murong Chong looked at Murong Yong up and down, nodded and said: "Sure enough, he is a good turtle." Murong Yong rolled up his sleeves and pushed him out of the main hall with one palm. "Go to sleep!" The reason why I like Murong Yong is as simple as him, just because when I am with him, I have a different Murong Chong, and even at a certain moment, I have a different Wuhu history. It's a pity that people will always grow up. You can't always call them childhood names, and you can never keep that clean mood. The cruelty in Murong Yong is probably the price of growth. Before Murong Chong took the title, he was always called "Brother Chong" no matter what others said. But since Murong Chong became emperor, he also changed his title in private. It wasn't entirely due to a change in status, but the current Murong Chong always made him feel a little moody, so he had to put away a bit of his usual intimacy and extravagance. Changes in people always start little by little. I forgot when he was no longer his "Brother Chong", and when he started to draw a sword against him. After all, Murong Yong could not always be the young man who sang and laughed. The jokes between him and Murong Chong would eventually decrease with the passage of time. As a result, the "Brother Chong" who once represented everything gradually faded away, and was replaced by a cold, emotionless and unrecognizable Emperor Yanwei. The shouts of killing were gradually shaken off by him, and Murong Yong unknowingly lost his way while running in a panic. The rain was pouring down, left, and behind, blocking out everything in the world like an endless stream. The chill that filled the world penetrated his heart and lungs, and Murong Yong suddenly hugged the horse's head tightly and began to howl. The rain was so heavy that it was the first time in his life that he cried so freely, but not even the people who were half a horse behind him could hear him. What a lonely despair this is! For many years, he had followed that man, fought for his wishes, and lived a simple and happy life. But at this moment, he looked around at the rain that was like splashing ink, and thought for the first time: "From now on, I have to plan for myself!" This thought was like a sharp blade, and he felt like a knife was being cut deep in his body. The ending of Murong Yong and Murong Chong looks like a replica of Murong Chong and Murong Hong. The only place in the whole book where I felt "joyful" was when Bei Ling cried when Murong Yong was about to kill Murong Yao, "He is your brother Chong's son, he is my princess's son..." Maybe I just couldn't accept that such a brilliant person would be endlessly swallowed by darkness and reality. Perhaps just because I feel that such a gorgeous person will eventually be merged into the bloody era, I feel a deep helplessness and powerless sadness. Murong Chong's despair is irreversible, but I probably still can't accept that Murong Yong also fell into such despair. At the end of the novel, he used a stand-in when he killed Murong Yao, but in the end, he retained a trace of his former clarity. However, if possible, I still hope that he is just the laughing young man next to Murong Chong, using his youth to infect this era, calling him "Brother Chong". Cirrus clouds In my eyes, cirrus clouds steal the spotlight. She is just Murong Chong's mount, but she has a higher chance of appearing than most people. And many people hold back their feelings, but horses usually don't. ... Suddenly I heard horses braying, and when I looked again, I saw a black horse looming in the heavy waves, like a celestial horse coming through the clouds. "Cirrus clouds?" Several people looked at each other, surprised and delighted. Not long after, the horse jumped onto the shore, shook some water drops, and trotted to their side, sniffing and licking Murong Chong's face. His big black bead-like eyes were moist, as if he were crying. The wet mane rubbed against Murong Yong's face, making it itchy and uncomfortable. He dodged, but the horse stuck to him again. Murong Yong suddenly laughed loudly. Xiaoliu and others waited for him to finish laughing before asking, "General, what are you laughing at?" Murong Yong finally straightened up and gasped: "It turns out, this horse is a female!" "Female?" Xiao Liu circled around the horse, a little puzzled, and asked, "What's the matter?" "Nothing?" Murong Chong said seriously: "If he is not his mother, how can he be reluctant to let go of this person?" Only then did Xiao Liu understand and laughed together with the other Yan Jun. Fang took away less than half of the panic of defeat. Murong Yong carried Murong into the cirrus clouds, and Xiaoliu took him to the place agreed with Diao Yun... The cirrus cloud seems to represent the highest ideal of military commanders of that era: bravery, good at fighting, understanding the commander's will, and most importantly, loyalty. In that era when fathers slaughtered sons and brothers killed brothers, loyalty was particularly precious and unobtainable. Things that humans couldn't do were easy to do for stupid animals. Whether it was Murong Chong's difficulties when he first started his army or his violence after becoming emperor, Juan Xieyun has always used his own special way to "admonish" Murong Chong, staying by his side and never leaving. The horse's mind is very simple. It just keeps telling him about love and peace, which everyone understands but often doesn't understand. The famous horse Juan Liyun is probably an ideal phantom beside Murong Chong, and it is probably the "person" the author wants to arrange, simple and without distracting thoughts, who loves and protects him. Fu Hui For some reason, Fu Hui in "The Phoenix Rises from Afang" always makes me feel a little bit similar to Cao Zihuan. Of course, not in the sense of being a celebrity, but as a prince, as a son. ... "Although the child lost his master, Murong Chong was defeated in battle, but if his father hadn't loved and protected Murong Chong in every possible way, how could he have caused chaos today? How could my father always only remember to punish the child and not blame himself?" These words were so harsh that everyone around him changed their color. Fu Hui's personal guards called him several times, but he remained unmoved. He stood up and his voice became more and more sharp and urgent: "Back then, my father loved him far more than his children. Today, he is his father's thief, and the children fight to the death for their father. This world is really unfair!" I can relate to that feeling. It's definitely painful to have a father you adore and love so dearly give his love to another person. Therefore, I understand Fu Hui's hatred for Murong Chong, and even think that he is more worthy of pity than Murong Chong. Compared to Murong, whose country was ruined and his family was ruined, he was the most innocent and the most ignorant, but he was also the most lonely and helpless person when he died. As I write this, I suddenly think of Cao Zihuan's "Dan Ge Xing": "Yo yo wandering deer, carrying grass and singing." The flying birds carry their children to their nests. I am alone and lonely, and I am pregnant with this separation. Worry and guilt, I don't know. He begged for the love of his father, first Cao Cangshu, and then Cao Zijian, so there was the cold misty rain written by Emperor Wei Wen. An idol-like father and an excellent person on the other side can only be an eternal tragedy. Therefore, I like Fu Hui very much. Although he is willful and arrogant and has harmed Murong Chong many times, it is enough that he is very similar to Cao Pi in terms of father and son. There are many touching emotions and characters in this book, such as Diao Yun who fights for Murong Chong but does not like killing, Diao Yun who loves Bao Jin deeply but helps her and Murong Chong time and time again, Gao Gai who wholeheartedly works for Murong Chong, Bei Ling who protects Murong Yao, and Yang Ding who cares about the world. "Feng Qi Afang" is not only a novel and story of one person, but also a period of history and an era. The tragedy of killing and despair not only belongs to Murong Chong personally, but also to the entire Eastern Jin Dynasty and the entire Wuhu. Even more broadly, from the end of the Han Dynasty to the unification of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, the intervening hundreds of years were a dark night of chaos and lack of light. Of course, Murong Chong still had his unique points. Not to mention his ups and downs, let's talk about the people who were involved in his story. They had all given the most passionate part of their hearts to the ice cave in his heart without any hesitation. Just like a moth flying into a flame, a jingwei fills the sea. And he also stared at them. Although he finally withdrew his gaze, he stared at them and lingered. "The Phoenix Emperor lives in Afang, and thousands of feathers gather in Chang'an in one day." "Phoenix Phoenix, why don't you fly high and return to your hometown, instead of perishing here for no reason." The prosperity is also sudden, and the death is also sudden. We no longer need to investigate why Phoenix died, whether it died of rebellion or inner demons. We only need to know that it was an incomparably beautiful fireworks in troubled times.

Great writing! Then there are two things I want to say. First, I happened to be reading the history books of the Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, and I felt that the author made Murong Chong a scumbag, which was very intolerable. The Murong Chong in this article fits the image in my mind. Second, Damn, you made a typo. It's "Fu Jian", not "Fu Jian"... I'm sorry, I'm being picky...

It's really soul-stirring, the closest thing to history. Here the Fenghuang is a hero, hiding in hiding just to avenge his shame. As a man, how can he be willing to submit to others? What's more, he is a proud and noble prince. He has plans and ambitions. The heart is also a real man, that is, reborn from the ashes, burning everything, but his life is too bitter, so he hopes that Fu Jian's love is true love, but the feelings of the hero and the king have no influence on his life. The proportion is really too small. His kindness is only because of the Confucian and Mencius principles he aspires to in the world. In his heart, Bai Lu is still a slave, and his male favorite is just a plaything on a whim. The Phoenix Emperor needs to serve him cautiously. Not to mention compared to Wang Meng Fu Hui, even compared to any minister who can help him achieve success in the world, he is far behind. This is the real thing. How much true love can there be in a boy who severely tramples on his dignity?

Finished reading. From the moment I saw Murong Chong ambushing Fourth Brother, I could accept whatever he did from now on. Because he's crazy. He has met many people in his life who have tried to save him. But it was too late, or no one could save him.

We have no way of knowing what the real Murong Chong was like in history, but the Murong Chong in the Tianping novels led us through a turbulent era and a story of endless struggle and suffering with blood and tears. I was a little sad after reading it, but it is indeed a good article. Thank you author!

[Orange Candy] It's really soul-stirring when you try it. It's the closest to history. The Fenghuang here is a hero. He hides and lies dormant just to avenge his shame. As a man, how can he be willing to submit to others? What's more, he is a proud and noble prince. He A man who is strategic and ambitious is also a real man. He is reborn from the ashes and burns everything. But his life is too bitter, so he hopes that Fu Jian's favor is true love. It is just the feelings of the hero and the king. The proportion of his life is really too small. His kindness is only because he aspires to the world of Confucius and Mencius. In his heart, Bai Lu is still a slave, and his male favorite is just a plaything on a whim. The Feng Huang needs to be served with caution. He, not to mention compared to Wang Meng Fu Hui, or any minister who can help him achieve success in the world, is far behind. This is the real thing. How much true love can there be in a boy who tramples on his dignity?

It's really soul-stirring, the closest thing to history. Here the Fenghuang is a hero, hiding in hiding just to avenge his shame. As a man, how can he be willing to submit to others? What's more, he is a proud and noble prince. He has plans and ambitions. The heart is also a real man, that is, reborn from the ashes, burning everything, but his life is too bitter, so he hopes that Fu Jian's love is true love, but the feelings of the hero and the king have no influence on his life. The proportion is really too small. His kindness is only because of the Confucian and Mencius principles he aspires to in the world. In his heart, Bai Lu is still a slave, and his male favorite is just a plaything on a whim. The Phoenix Emperor needs to serve him cautiously. Not to mention compared to Wang Meng Fu Hui, even compared to any minister who can help him achieve success in the world, he is far behind. This is the real thing. How much true love can there be in a boy who severely tramples on his dignity?