Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

"Probably more than 20 years ago, there was a pair of brothers in our village. The older brother was called A Ze, and the younger was called A Nuo. The two had been unmarried since they came of age. Still single, the villagers kept talking about it for a while, and then they met and left the village. When they left, the two worshiped the gods in the river, worshiped the heaven and the earth, and formed a contract with each other. They lived and died together. They adopted a 4-year-old Children, you haven’t come back yet, you look too similar, but this doesn’t seem right. You look like you are only 20 years old. Twenty years have passed, and these brothers are already over half a century old. What’s going on here? What are you doing? Is it Aze Asuma?"

After hearing this, Fu Jian let out a long sigh, "Ah, life and death share the same acupuncture point..."

"You think it is." Fu Jian held Xuancheng's hand tightly, and walked out of the crowd watching, with a faint smile on his brows and eyes.

Wang Jia reprimanded in a low voice, "Why are you talking so much? Do you think they look like Azhe Azhe? Hurry up and go to work, and be careful of the increase in taxes this year."

Life and death are at the same point, mutual contract, what a beautiful story.

May Aze and Asuma have a peaceful and happy life, and they will be buried together in a tomb. Xuancheng prays from the bottom of his heart.

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That night, they slept in the stone cave, Wang Jia kindly gave up his stone couch, Fu Jian accepted it as a matter of course, and let his good brother go to sleep, while he sat beside him, Wang Jia persuaded, " Why are you doing this? In fact, it’s not good for him to think about it. He will know it after all. When that day comes, what will you do? I can only seal it for a while, but not for a lifetime, unless you want him to die. "

"Crow's Mouth, say something dead, he won't die."

"Don't lie to yourself, he is dead, and the person in his body is not your real brother."

Fu Jian's lips trembled, and he bit them tightly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Wang Jia sighed, "Didn't you hear the story of Aze and Amao? They made a contract, lived and died together, and they also had a happy ending, but they sacrificed to the gods and worshiped the heaven and the earth. You Dare? So, your brother would rather sleep than agree to you, so what if you extradite the soul, this person is not your brother."

"Don't say any more."

Wang Jia said, "Okay, I won't talk about it."

Fu Jian's eyes were tightly locked on the stone couch. A sleeping person with closed eyes, such a peaceful sleeping face.

As long as this body is still there, his younger brother will always be there, Fu Jian thought so fondly.

Indeed, no one can take this body away. It has been Fu Rong's for 38 years, but as Wang Jia said, Fu Jian did not dare to take it. His younger brother has already died once, and he can no longer let his own body go. The younger brother died by his own hands.

For several days, their life on Laojun Mountain was so peaceful and leisurely. They went to work at the bottom of the mountain during the day, and occasionally went to the village at the bottom of the mountain. Gradually, Xuancheng knew the village those people mentioned that day. It is a minority, called the Wan people, who have lived at the foot of Laojun Mountain for generations. There is a river at the entrance of the village. On the other side of the river is a mountain peak that goes straight into the clouds. It is like splitting a high mountain, and entering it is this ancient village of the Wan nationality, which is like a cave in the world. Although the Wan nationality is a minority, it is under the jurisdiction of Luoyang. The population of the Wan nationality is not large, and the village they are at now There are more than 80 households in the village. The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the farming is well-developed. There is Laojun Mountain, a famous Taoism mountain, standing beside it, as if isolated from the world. If Wang Jia hadn't brought them down the mountain, Fu Jian and the others would never have known that there was a hidden party here. In the world outside the world, when he came to Laojun Mountain in the past, he climbed up the mountain from the east, but the ancient village of Wan nationality was just behind Laojun Mountain.

Fu Jian said to Xuancheng, "In the future, we will also live in seclusion and go to a landscape full of peach blossoms."

"Isn't that Brother Anshi's Dongshan?" Xuancheng joked.

"No, Anshi is in Dongshan, so we are in Xishan."

"Why do you have to confront him?"

Fu Jian looked up at the blue sky, "If we don't fight against An Shi, there will always be two surnames in the world, you and I will never be free, you are you, I am me, such days will never end, but we As I said before, you are me, and I am you, so we defeated Anshi, and the world will be one family, then, let's go, just like Aze Asuma, and never come back."

That's great, Xuancheng thought, Fu Jian's wish is so beautiful that it makes people feel distressed.

Fu Pi's letter was sent to Chang'an, and Fu Hong sat in the court. He read his brother's letter, but was shocked by the contents. No wonder it has been so many days, and there has been no battle report. Caught in the quagmire, you can't get in if you want to, and you can't retreat if you want to.

Fu Hong didn't dare to make a decision on his own, so he called Taiwei Lu Polou, Li Wei, Liang Xi, Deng Qiang and others, and invited Empress Xun to sit in the middle of the town and preside over a small court meeting.

Everyone said that this matter must be decided by the sage, because once the incident in Xiangyang is defeated, there will be no possibility of reconciliation between Qin and Jin, and Jin may go north. From a strategic point of view, it is important. The Jin Dynasty faces each other across the Yangtze River, and with the land of Sichuan and Shu, Qin can go down the river if he wants to go south.

Fu Hong then wrote a letter by himself and ordered someone to send it to Luoyang, but the sender arrived in Luoyang, but Fu Jian was not in Luoyang City. He went back to Chang'an to report the matter without a clue. Fu Hong was a little flustered, and Empress Xun advised him to calm down.

"The queen mother can't find the emperor father, and the elder brother can't move for a day on the front line of Xiangyang, so we lose one point of chance of winning. What should we do?"

"You are the prince, don't panic when things happen." Empress Xun spoke extremely slowly, Fu Hong was impatient and spoke quickly, "What should I do, where did the father go? Where can he go?"

Empress Xun said softly, "I think there is someone who knows the whereabouts of your father."

"Who?"

Empress Xun brought Fu Hong to a side hall. This side hall was just on the side of Fu Jian's bedroom, the Ganquan Palace, and the south of the Proclamation Room. The door was closed tightly, but there seemed to be no movement in the hall.

"This is?" Fu Hong glanced and asked, "Father didn't let us come here, did he?"

"This is the residence of the famous scholar Dao'an. Your father invited him to give lectures in the palace for many years. Dao'an is proficient in Buddhism and also shoots Daoism. He is deeply trusted by your father. He must know where your father went. Go. "

"Dao'an? He is really in this palace, and the father really invited someone to teach the Fa."

Empress Xun scolded, "What do you want to say? Have you heard any rumors again? Everything your father does makes sense. If others don't understand, don't you understand? Dao'an is a celebrity, not a small Man, can't you change it? Don't act impulsively, and don't listen to hearsay. What good is it? People's words are terrible, and what those people say can hurt people to death, but you can't say that. You are the prince and belong to your father. Son, you have to trust your father with all your heart, do you understand?"

Fu Hongdao, "What the mother taught me is that my son has remembered it."

"Go."

Fu Hong went to knock on the door lightly, but there was no answer for a long time. His face was a little impatient, but he still endured, and said softly again, "Master, Fu Hong, the prince of the Eastern Palace, came to pay a visit."

Still no one responded, after a long time, Fu Hong finally couldn't help his temper, and just about to get angry, the door of the palace was opened at this time, and then, a face appeared.

monk.

A very ugly looking monk.

Fu Hong was taken aback, he thought that the people who could be kept in the harem by Fu Jian were all beautiful people, not to mention the beauty of the country, at least they were good-looking.

His eyes were empty and his expression was indifferent, "His Royal Highness is well."

Fu Hong froze for a moment, then bent down to express his respect, "Master, please forgive me for interrupting Fu Hong."

"His Royal Highness, please come into the hall to talk."

"No need, I just came here to ask the master for an answer."

"Please speak up."

"Where is the father?"

Dao'an clasped his hands together and sighed slightly, "Your Highness the Crown Prince does not need to ask, His Majesty will come back."

"But now the state affairs urgently need to be decided by the emperor, I must see the emperor."

Seeing that his expression remained unchanged, Fu Hong added, "It's the Battle of Xiangyang, brother has sent a letter, Master, please let me know, Fu Hong is very grateful."

Dao'an said, "Luoyang, Laojun Mountain, Dongyang Junren."

Fu Hong was stunned, "Laojunshan, Dongyang Junren, what does this mean?"

Dao'an remained silent, and said Amitabha lightly, then turned around and closed the temple door.

"Master?" Fu Hong called out a few times, but there was no response from the hall. Fu Hong left with an embarrassed face, and when he looked up, he caught a glimpse of Empress Xun still standing where he was, looking at him.

"Mother's Queen." Fu Hong walked up quickly, "Mother's Queen, I don't understand what Dao'an is talking about. He said Luoyang Laojun Mountain, Dongyang Lord's people."

Empress Xun nodded, "Sure enough, it seems that you have to go to this matter yourself, and others can't."

"Mother, do you know this Dongyang gentleman?"

Empress Xun said, "Dongyang Junren is the title of the artisan Wang Jia. Your Majesty invites Dao'an to teach the Dharma. Wang Jia and Dao'an are old acquaintances. I should have expected that. Your father."

Fu Hong thought for a while, and said, "So it's Wang Jia, okay, my son, let's pack up and go to Luoyang."

It was the first time that Fu Hong left Chang'an alone. In the past, whether he was leading troops or going to the countryside for research, he was accompanied by a large group of people. Now he is alone, with a horse, and no one around him. But Empress Xun said, the old Junshan is a famous Taoist mountain and a place where celebrities live. It is not suitable for too many people to know, so he can only go there alone.

From Chang'an to Luoyang, it took three days fast and four or five days slow. It took Fu Hong four days. After arriving in Luoyang, he found out the location of Laojun Mountain all the way. When he was on a high mountain, he swallowed a sigh of relief. At the foot of the mountain, there were stone steps leading directly to the mountain. Only one person could pass through. Fu Hong gasped. Your father will come here.