Murong Wei led a group of cobblers and chattered for a long time. Everyone had different reactions. Some people nodded repeatedly, praising this as a brilliant idea.

Some people are still worried.

Such a person is Murong Hong.

He was several years younger than Murong Wei and had a sharp mind. He was originally unconvinced and could not be coaxed away with just a few words.

"What you said is simple. General Di Qin is still in the city, how can we act?"

"When the time comes, even killing Fu Jian won't be able to free us, so why should we do this?"

"It's just superfluous!"

To be fair, Murong Wei's strategy is feasible and has a high probability of success, but the follow-up work is a difficult problem.

As Murong Hong said, for the Xianbei Army, the biggest obstacle now is the fierce generals of Di Qin who are still stationed in Chang'an City.

Although the Jin army had wiped out several people for them, Fu Jian's men never lacked those who were good at fighting.

Apart from Liang Cheng and the others, there are also Shi Yue, Zhang Hao and others. These people all follow Fu Jian and have rich experience in fighting in the north and south.

Even if they succeed in the inner palace, how will they deal with the veterans outside the palace?

When the time comes, Fu Jian is dead, and Fulong is also dead. If Fu Jian really dies unfortunately, there is no doubt that the civil servants in the court may still celebrate him.

Because in their opinion, Fulong is obviously a more suitable candidate to be the king, at least at this stage.

Fu Jian dominates one side, but if he continues to allow him to strive for hegemony, it is very likely that the foundation of Di Qin that has been built with great difficulty will be completely ruined.

People in the court, especially some civil servants, still hope to have a stable place to earn a living.

Many of them don't have such a strong sense of right and wrong. Aren't they just making suggestions? Isn't it the same for whoever they follow?

If Fulong really comes to power, it will certainly be a bolt from the blue for the Xianbei and Qiang people in the city.

Fu Rong was different from Fu Jian. He was a very rational person. In these years, in front of Fu Jian, he always advised him to kill the nobles of various clans as soon as possible.

It can be seen what his attitude is towards these foreign leaders. Once Fulong comes to power, life will be difficult for the brothers.

Therefore, killing Fu Jian while not allowing the Di Qin nobles time to react and causing chaos in Chang'an City should be discussed together.

According to Murong Hong's wishes, they should be done at the same time!

Only in this way may there be a possibility of success.

But in his opinion, looking horizontally and vertically, he did not see the possibility of doing both at the same time and succeeding at the same time.

"Who said we have to start action now?"

Is this kid crazy?

Such a conjecture has arisen!

Murong Wei is neither stupid nor blind. Doesn't he know that there are many fierce generals in the city?

Of course he also knew that relying only on a few tribal leaders could not compete with Di Qin's army.

"When was that?" Murong Hong asked forcefully, with a bit of distrust in his eyes.

"Of course we will wait until the army sets out. By then, Fu Jian will definitely send all the generals to the front line. Not only are there no troops left in Chang'an City, but there are also very few capable generals left."

"When the time comes, we hurry up, are we afraid we won't succeed?"

"You mean, make a time difference?"

Murong Hong finally understood what kind of idea Murong Wei had. If so, if he could really seize a good opportunity, maybe he could really succeed.

"Exactly!" Murong Wei lowered his head excitedly, dear brothers, you finally understand my good intentions!

Murong was waiting for the opportunity, and Yao Qiang was also waiting for the opportunity, but their choices were completely different.

"Dad, this time, are we going to fight with Mr. Fu Jian again?"

Even more impatient than Yao Chang was his son Yao Xing.

These Di people should have been killed long ago, leaving them here is a waste of air and food!

Yao Chang could still admit his failure, but his son felt extremely good about himself and never felt that he should crawl at Fu Jian's feet.

"No, no, we're not going."

"We have to delay as much as possible and wait and see the situation."

The weather is getting colder here in Chang'an. Although the sun is still shining brightly during the day and the hot people are sweating profusely, at night, the weather will suddenly turn cooler and the whole body's muscles and bones will become a little tight.

The Yao family and his son gathered together, with a charcoal brazier in the middle. On the wooden stand, several skewers of fresh beef and mutton were sizzling and oily.

Yao Chang picked up a bunch and said proudly: "This time, Mr. Fu Jian made a hasty decision and didn't make all the preparations. Of course we have to stand still!"

"Let their Di Qin army set off first. Of course, my father will use some tricks to stay in Chang'an City as much as possible."

"Now that Murong Chui has also escaped, the power of the Xianbei Legion is no longer there. Ding Ling has a small number and is no match for us."

"Now is the time to seize Chang'an City!" Yao Chang clenched his fists and vowed to his son.

Unlike the Xianbei people who were bent on returning to their ancestral homeland of Longcheng, Yao Chang was targeting the easy-to-get piece of meat in Chang'an City.

Overthrowing Fu Jian and occupying the magpie's nest is the most trouble-free and labor-saving method. After Yao Chang weighed it a little, he believed that Yao Qiang's army already had such strength.

"Dad, we want to stand still, but can Fu Jian agree?"

"Then I really rely on you, daddy, and I might even entrust you with important responsibilities!"

Despite his young age, Yao Xing has a pretty good drinking capacity. As long as he has wine, he drinks heavily. This is what Yao Chang likes most about him.

He filled a bowl of wine for his son and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of?"

"We just need to wait together and wait and see what happens. Think about it, news has spread in the imperial city that Fu Jian has killed his little beauty Qinghe!"

"Think about it, Murong Chui and Murong Chong have both run away, and Qing He is also dead. How can those rude men in the Xianbei Army be able to swallow this breath?"

Yao Xing's eyes lit up and he immediately became excited.

"Then what Dad means is that the Xianbei Army will also cause trouble before sending out troops?"

The eyes of the two father and son flashed with cunning and uneasy light at the same time. They nodded excitedly, looking forward to this day coming soon.

Make trouble!

Make trouble!
Chapter completed!