Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

But there was no sound immediately outside the quilt. After a while, just when Xuancheng thought he was leaving, the quilt was suddenly lifted, and then a warm body pressed up, with a strong and domineering tone, "Now If so, then I will sleep with my younger brother."

Xuan Cheng kicked it up, "Get down, get down, it's freezing to death."

"Your brother thinks it's cold, I just want to warm you up."

The two kept arguing like this for a long time, and the quilt was as warm as burning coals. In the end, Fu Jian didn't get off him, and Xuancheng gasped weakly.

"Mingyue said something big, what big thing, hey, look at me, I'm so incompetent, Brother Huang, why not remove me from the position of prime minister?"

Fu Jian poked the bridge of his nose with his hand, "It's not urgent, it's not a big deal. I'll make a decision after spring comes."

What would drag on for three or four months, or was Fu Jian hesitant and unable to make a decision?

Xuancheng thought for a while, and stopped asking.

"you……"

"Ok?"

"Last night...you...why did you leave?"

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The sun seemed to be shining outside, and the light was projected on the window lattice, doubling the sightlines in the room. The temperature was slowly and continuously delivered from the stove, but it was far less than the body heat of the person on the body.

"I…"

"Don't lie."

"You did it on purpose, I don't want to regret it in the future."

"Who, you in the future, or me?"

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Fu Jian was unable to give the answer in the end, because Xuancheng understood that what should come will still come, and it is more acceptable to pretend to be confused than to be sober and incestuous.

Xie Lang stayed in Chang'an for half a month, and Prince Fu Hong was always by his side. This time Xuancheng sincerely admired his nephew's handling style. When parting, Xuancheng and several princes were sent to Baqiao. In terms of etiquette, the farewell ceremony for Prince Fu Hong and the other princes is just around the corner, but Xuancheng only wants Qin and Jin to coexist peacefully. He doesn't want any rift between Fu Jian and Xie An, and he doesn't want the two of them to use force. Xie Lang, when you go back, you must convey your greetings and thoughts to Xie An.

The fifteenth day of the first lunar month happened to be the Shangyuan Festival. The night before, Fu Hong accompanied Xie Lang to play at the foot of Lishan Mountain until midnight. The sky was still dark a few days ago, but on the day Xie Lang left, the sky suddenly became clear. When I got up, the light was sufficient, and it shone obliquely on the sides of the few people, and the shadows of the few people were cast on the bridge, which was very harmonious.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang Ping, for sending me off. I will definitely bring your thoughts to Uncle. May there be no war between Jin and Qin."

Xuancheng stared at him, the more he looked at him, the more he felt that his eyebrows and eyes were soft, very much like Xie An, with peach blossoms in his smile.

"Mr. Yangping, please stay."

"Farewell, take care."

"Uncle, Father said to send Xie Lang away and let you go see him." After Xie Lang's back disappeared from their sight, Fu Hong said.

Xuancheng's premonition told him that the big event that Mingyue spoke of seemed to be about to happen.

He hurried into the palace, and Fu Hong, who followed him, also entered the Xuanshi Hall. Xuancheng was confused for a moment whether this was a meeting of Fu's family or a meeting of the country.

Fu Jian summoned him and Fu Hong, and the three of them sat quietly in the Xuan room.

Finally, Fu Jian took out a stack of paperwork from a stack of folders, and handed it to Xuan Cheng, "Look at it."

Xuancheng glanced at him suspiciously, then took the document.

What was written on it was played by Fu Pi, the Duke of Changle.

Xuancheng became more and more curious, so he scanned the documents sent back from Yecheng up and down, and after reading the whole text, he was unknowingly blocked.

"Didn't we just say those things to Xie Lang? What is Lord Changle going to do?"

He handed it to Fu Hong, and Fu Hong was stunned after quickly browsing, "Brother think? This?..."

Fu Jian said, "Duke Changle has made it clear in the memorial that the conflict in Nanxiang was the provocation of the Jin Dynasty."

"But brother is far away in Yecheng, so how does he know the details of the conflict in Nanxiang? Yang An is the governor of Liangzhou, and he didn't report this matter. Brother may be making a fuss out of a molehill."

"The prince can't speak arbitrarily. It's up to you to find out whether it's a big deal. Xie Lang is coming to court. I can't confront him with this matter. But there must be a cause and effect. If you say that I, Qin Jun, disturbed them, then That's it?"

The meaning of Fu Jian's words was clear, and he agreed with Fu PI's letter to Fu PI.

"Brother Huang, what the crown prince said is correct. Lord Changle is far away in Yecheng, and he doesn't know the cause and effect of the Nanxiang incident, so he can't comment on the little friction between Qin and Jin. If it breaks the relationship between Qin and Jin, That's a small loss that makes a big difference, Brother Huang, I think it's better to send someone to Nanxiang."

After hearing this, Fu Jian fell into deep thought, and after a while he nodded, "My brother's proposal is also a solution, so let Yao Chang go."

"Why him? Is there no one from my Fu family in the court? Hui'er can tell right from wrong, so it's better to let Hui'er go."

"Imperial brother, you're complaining about him again. Yao Chang is more familiar with Liangzhou and Yizhou than I am Fu. Nanxiang is only a small town. Hui'er has never been out of Chang'an. I think it's better not to go and let Yao Chang go. All right?"

Having said that, Fu Hong also agreed, "Uncle Huang, Brother Hui has a gentle temperament and is teaching in Taixue, so just listen to Father Huang's suggestion and ask Yao Chang to investigate. If the Nanxiang incident is really my If Qin Zhi made a mistake, then we have to apologize to the Jin Dynasty. If the Jin Dynasty disturbed us, then there would be a reason for this document from Duke Chang Le. We must give an explanation to our elder brother, but it is a trivial matter. Qin and Jin cannot just because of one time Nanxiang clashed and fell out, not to mention we just entertained Xie Lang, the Xie family would not be so rude."

Xuancheng said, "Father and son, it's really kind, you can speak even better." What he said meant nothing to people, but the sneer at the corner of his mouth made Fu Jian's heart tighten, he knew that his younger brother treated him I have an opinion.

The final result of the three people's discussion is to send General Yao Chang of Longxiang to visit the small town of Nanxiang in Liangzhou to find out the conflict between Qin and Jin that happened in Nanxiang a few years ago. Gong Fu PI couldn't sit still so much that he wrote a letter to go south.

Fu Hong left, and there were only two brothers, Fu Jian and Xuancheng, left in the Xuanshi Hall.

"Emperor Brother, you think what I did was wrong again, don't you?"

"No."

"But you look bad."

"Maybe it's a little cold, I'm leaving."

Fu Jian took his hand, "Sit down for a while and talk to me."

Xuan Cheng didn't move, his hand was finally pressed down by the man, and he sat beside him in an orderly manner.

"How sincere do you think Xie Lang is in coming to court this time?"

Xuancheng shot a stick, "What are you planning?"

"Don't worry, I'm just guessing. Xie An didn't really congratulate him. He sent Xie Lang here just to see the Great Qin today."

"What are you looking at? Looking at you or me? Do you always think about what people will do to us? Is our Daqin very rich? Is it a rich country and a strong army? Are they coveting our wealth? Is it a great army? Or a vast country?"

"Look, brother, I just said one sentence, and you asked so many questions at once, how do you let me say it?"

"Then let's not talk about it. Let's pretend that none of us have seen Changle Gong's letter. There is no need to mention the matter of Nanxiang from now on."

"What's the reason for this? Let Yao Chang check it out before it's too late. If it's really our fault, then I can't ignore the letter from Lord Changle. After all, he is my eldest son. The princes are all enjoying peace in Chang'an, I feel guilty."

"Duke Changle has been on the battlefield for a long time, bloodthirsty and warlike, but Yecheng is thousands of miles away from Nanxiang. If you weren't behind him, how would he know about Nanxiang? What do you want to do? Do you want to fight Jin? Where? You Where else do you want?"

Fu Jian groaned and remained silent, Xuancheng suddenly felt that he was speaking too seriously, he was always indifferent in front of him, always disregarding the respect of brothers and friends, and the etiquette of monarchs and ministers.

"Brother Huang." Thinking of this, he called softly.

"Just pretend you didn't hear what I said just now?"

"But I'm not deaf, brother, please don't have any opinion on me, every time you say that to me, my heart hurts, I treat you like fire, but you always treat me like ice .”

When Xuancheng heard it, his heart felt sore, and he immediately held his hand tightly, "Okay, I won't say anything, brother, no matter what Yao Chang finds out, we will write back to Pi'er."

On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, Fu Jian led Xuancheng to Lishan Mountain. This is the case every year. This year, because of the pilgrimage of envoys from 76 countries and Xie Lang's visit, they would fly to Lishan after the pilgrimage meeting on New Year's Eve. Went to Lishan to admire the plum blossoms.

This time, there was no plum appreciation on New Year's Eve, and they left Chang'an on the evening of the Shangyuan Festival.

What surprised Xuancheng was that on the top of Lishan Mountain, there was a piece of plum blossoms that were as red as blood in the vast snow field, but now there was an attic with blue tiles and red wood, and there was a large area around the attic. Samuume of Dou Xue Aoshuang.

"Wangmei Pavilion." Xuancheng said.

"Imperial Brother, from now on, Wangmei Pavilion will be the place where you and I meet." Fu Jian said so.

Meet, speak thoroughly, brothers meet, this is a good omen.

"This is a pity that happened on New Year's Eve, and I will compensate you."

Xuancheng wanted to cry, but he didn't shed tears. How could a man be moved so easily?

He just hugged Fu Jian.

"Brother Wenyu, actually..."

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"Actually, I understand you."

He understood it a long time ago, since he begged Fu Jian to release Murong Chong three years ago, he understood Fu Jian's sad eyes and lonely heart.

At the beginning of February, Yao Chang returned to Chang'an from Liangzhou.

The case of Nanxiang has come to a conclusion.

This is a memorial that Xuancheng does not want to see.

Because Yao Chang had clearly listed the cause and effect of the Nanxiang incident, the reason for a small conflict between Qin and Jin was really absurd.

Years ago, in the middle of the twelfth lunar month, the first snow fell in Nanxiang. The people were warming up at home and smiling. The wheat had just sprouted. The snow fell in time, and the coming year would be a big harvest. It spread like this, but I didn't expect that within a few days, all the wheat in the field was uprooted by thieves, and there was not an inch of seedlings left. Nanxiang officials reported this to Feng Yiwu, the prefect of Hanzhong County. People strictly investigated the thieves, but they didn't want to involve the correspondence between the thieves and the Jin Dynasty. It turned out that after Huan Xuan left Shu, he had sent his confidantes to circle around Shu. Fornication, the two parties agreed to destroy the people's farming, resulting in a decrease in crop production and tax arrears in Yizhou and Liangzhou. As a result, the people struggled to make a living and fled south. Huan Xuan took the opportunity to make a comeback and occupy the two places.

The calculations are really detailed. The economic base determines the superstructure. They have even calculated these truths. What else can't be planned?