Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

The Great Qin Dynasty in 378 AD also quickly entered the autumn and winter seasons.

It has been more than half a year since Fu Jian left Chang'an, from the time when the pear blossoms were in full bloom to the present autumn when the yellow leaves are falling and the goose feathers are falling from the sky.

The temperature in Laojun Mountain is getting lower and lower, and Xuancheng is afraid of the cold. When they came, they didn’t bring enough clothes, only a few clothes that could be changed. Fu Jian didn’t know how to wash or cook. Once Fu Jian went down the mountain to do laundry with his clothes in his hands, he actually threw the clothes in the river, and the phoenix blood in his sleeves came out of the sheath, and cut off the robes submerged in the water very neatly, and when he went to fish for the clothes again, only pieces remained At the end of the day, Xuancheng blamed him for this for several days, and Wang Jia was watching the excitement from the sidelines. Later, Wang Jia went down the mountain from the local village to buy them winter coats, but Xuancheng was still cold. Trembling, Fu Jian hugged him, slowly sending waves of warmth into him.

He lowered his head and asked Xuancheng softly, "Do you want to go back to Chang'an, brother?"

Xuancheng thought for a while and said, "I want to go back, but you don't want to. I won't do what you don't want to do, but I will do what you want to do."

There was a mysterious smile in Fu Jian's eyes, and he wrapped the person in his arms tightly in satisfaction.

In late November, Fu Jian took Xuancheng to bid farewell to Wang Jia, left Laojun Mountain, and returned to Chang'an.

After returning, Xuancheng never went back to Yangping Duke's Mansion. Day and night, he was with you, sleeping and sleeping together. In the past six months, Xuancheng admitted from the bottom of his heart that this was the warmest period of his life. , His body never cools down.

The nine-foot-two palm lamp has passed, the red lips are still attached to the fire blowing bamboo...

Involuntarily, this body has become dependent on Fu Jian's existence. If Fu Jian is not around for a day, Xuancheng's heart feels as if it is blocked by something, and even slowly suffocates. He cannot do without Fu Jian.

Perhaps Fu Rong's soul is dead.

In Xuancheng's mind, the relationship between him and Fu Jian at this moment is no longer normal.

Occasionally, those happy times in the snow filled up, he chased the boy riding a horse in front and kept calling, "Brother Wenyu, wait for me, you are too fast, I will not be able to catch up with you."

"Okay, brother, catch up with me, and I'll marry you."

The boy's face became hot, but he rode his horse and galloped up. The next moment, he rode on the horse and flew over. His body landed sensitively on the boy's horse in front of him. The boy stretched out an arm to wrap his arms around it. His waist, "My good brother, don't go back on your promise."

He hugged the waist of the boy in front of him tightly, and pressed his pink face against his warm back, "Brother Wenyu, no, you are me, I am you, we will always be together, I will not regret it of."

At this moment, the fierce horse under its feet seemed to be startled by something, raised its front hooves and threw the two of them off their backs. But fell heavily in the snow.

"Brother Wenyu."

He hurried over, but unexpectedly the boy in black grabbed him with his hand, and before he could react, he was crushed under him. He stared straight at the person above him with wide eyes, "Brother Wenyu "He gasped and called out in a low voice, something had happened between the two of them, and the breathing of the two gradually became rapid, and the suppressed boy unconsciously put his hands on his body On the waist, the touch felt real, and his heart suddenly beat violently.

"Brother, do you know why my people are so rare?"

He blinked, dazed.

"Father said that in the past, our clansmen used to marry brothers and sisters. I don't have a younger brother. I would rather it be true. I'm glad that my mother didn't give me a younger sister, but gave you to me. You should accept me, and this will be true." It is a promise, you are mine, I am yours, no matter when, brother, you must remember your promise."

The boy blinked again, he seemed to understand, but his face was hot and hot, and his heart seemed to be boiled by hot water.

"What if I forget?"

The eyes of the boy in black suddenly changed color, a little frightening. He leaned over, and the desire in his eyes was magnified by the touch close at hand. Come in, "Then I will take this body, and from now on, you will never be yourself again."

Xuancheng's body suddenly shivered, what a beautiful and daunting promise.

Isn't this body firmly occupied by Fu Jian now?

In early December, Chang'an began to snow.

The land is three feet wide, everything is withered, and it is difficult to move an inch outside the palace. Xuancheng has spent day after day in the palace.

Fu Jian said that when the court learned that his younger brother was ill, they sent letters asking for visits, but Fu Jian sent them all back one by one.

Xuan Cheng jokingly said, "You want me to be sick so much, if you really suffer from overwork like Prime Minister Wang, you will really be alone in the future."

Fu Jian looked at him and paused for a moment.

"Okay, then from tomorrow onwards, the court meeting will remain the same, and I will no longer bind you."

Fu Jian was afraid that even if it was just a joke, he was also afraid that it would come true.

Xuancheng is not sick, he just became a wandering soul. Since he went to Laojun Mountain, he no longer has those demonic dreams in his mind, only all the good memories, the good times of those two teenagers and The memory of this soul 640 years later.

On December [-]th, Xuancheng came to the court meeting as usual. When all the officials in the hall saw him, their faces couldn't contain their joy, and they all came forward to congratulate him.

"I heard that Mr. Yangping was unwell a few days ago. Has it improved recently?"

"Mr. Yangping must take care of his health for the country."

"Master Yangping, take care."

.........

Xuancheng's brows and eyes were gentle, and he responded one by one with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, I am fine now, I rely on your help to deal with the political affairs of the court, I am extremely grateful."

"Mr. Yangping is polite, you are polite."

At the court meeting, Yushi Zhongcheng Li Rou wrote a letter to impeach Changle Duke Fu Pi. He stood up from the courtiers and handed over the folder in his hand. Open the memorial slowly.

"Your Majesty, I want to impeach Changle Duke Fu Pi, Shang Shu Murong Wei, Right General Yang An, Wu Wei General Gou Chang, Long Xiang General Yao Chang and others."

The ministers of civil and military affairs in the main hall were all startled. There were a lot of generals impeached this time, including the eldest son of the Holy Majesty, and Yao Chang, who was bestowed the title of General Longxiang by the Holy Majesty himself. Everyone was sweating for him.

But I saw Fu Jian slowly put the notebook in his hand on the case, and smiled slightly, "Okay, Li Rou, tell me, I just want to hear how to deal with these incompetent things."

Li Rou's voice was sonorous and forceful, and resounding, "Your Majesty, as the eldest son of His Majesty, Duke Changle, Fu Pi was entrusted with a heavy responsibility. He has a large army of [-]. It costs tens of thousands of gold every day to besiege a small city of Xiangyang. The Southern Expedition, the mobilization of people's resources, money and food, and the siege of Duke Changle began in March this year, and it has lasted for nearly nine months now, but it has not seen any effect. I request His Majesty to recall him and hand it over to the court lieutenant for trial and investigation."

After these words, all the officials in the hall sighed again, Li Rou's implication was that Lord Chang Le had broken the law and committed the crime of harming the country, laboring the people and wasting money.

The crowd didn't dare to make a sound, but they didn't stand up to echo, Xuan Cheng thought in his heart, Li Rou was upright, what he said hit the hearts of the people, Fu Pi and the others had [-] troops to besiege an enemy town with less than [-], but they exhausted all their resources. The money and food have not been effective, which is clearly a crime against the country, and it is not too much to hand over to Tingwei for handling.

After a long silence, Fu Jian spoke loudly at this moment, "Li Rou's words are exactly what I think in my heart."

"Fu Pi and the others procrastinated the war, supported their own self-respect, didn't care about the hardships of our court, did not attack in time to end the war, and consumed a large amount of our treasury. It didn't work, and they really should be demoted and beheaded."

As soon as this remark came out, the ministers booed and booed for a while.

Could it be that their sage would really kill the Lord Changle who was delaying the battle regardless of the relationship between father and son?

Xuancheng stared into Fu Jian's eyes, his eyes did not have the firmness in his words just now, it can be seen that he was thinking of family affection in his heart, especially his eldest son, who he let Deng Qiang took Fu PI to learn the art of war and strategy, and he valued the eldest son.

The population of the Fu family was already declining. After the Empress Dowager Xun left, many collateral branches of the Fu family became estranged from their direct lineage. Perhaps it was the secret that Yao Chang said, among the many in-law relationships of the Fu family, They are all married to people of their own clan, so their royal family of ethnic minorities who unified northern China did not reproduce as large and diverse as those royal relatives and nobles in history.

Xuancheng said, "Brother, even though Duke Changle made mistakes first, he has been entrusted with the high hopes of the imperial court. If he is recalled now, then the Battle of Xiangyang will come back in vain, and our loss will be even more serious. The words of breaking the soldiers again can only be applied to us, the emperor is wise, Duke Changle should be punished, but it should not be at this time."

"Mr. Yangping's words are justified, and recalling Lord Changle at this time will cause a greater loss." Someone echoed.

Then, all the ministers of civil and military affairs in the main hall spoke up, talking about the mistakes of Duke Changle in the First Battle of Xiangyang, and asking to make up for the mistakes.

Fu Jian sighed heavily, "I've thought about what you said for a long time, Li Rou, I'm afraid I've let you down, Lord Changle and the others are just like what you said in your letter, the crime is unforgivable, but the army has been on the march for a long time and cannot be blamed. If you come back with meritorious service, let’s forgive them once in a while, okay? Just let them forgive their crimes with military exploits. I will send people to Xiangyang and bring my will with me. Leave your life to Ting Wei."

Hearing what he said, Li Rou couldn't be tough anymore. Fu Jian's words were sincere, emotional and reasonable, and he said everything without flaws. Besides, after all, Duke Chang Le was his eldest son. How could any father really want to kill his son? reason.

"Since this is the case, Your Majesty, this memorandum should be regarded as a warning. I believe that Your Majesty will make a clear decision."

"Your Majesty, please make a clear decision..." His Excellency echoed loudly.

Fu Jian said, "I will not live up to everyone's entrustment, well, let's leave it at the court meeting today, let's go."

In the last half of the sentence, he spoke a little weakly, maybe there are courtiers who have something to report, but who can go on with what he said.

The candles in the Mingguang Hall flickered, casting his back on the wall on one side, Xuan Cheng gently opened the door of the hall to come in, he walked behind Fu Jian, and stood silently for a while.

"Imperial brother, I know it's you, here you come."

"Ah."

"Brother, the matter of Duke Changle..."

"I've already made arrangements."

"I didn't expect that the incident in Xiangyang would be so difficult."

Fu Jian turned around suddenly, he stared into Xuancheng's eyes, and said affectionately, "So I didn't let you go, Lord Changle, he should bear something for us, I gave him your title, he You should be punished, brother, if you go to Xiangyang, I will really be in chaos at this time." He didn't let Xuancheng say a word, and said softly, "Maybe, I will be desperate Leaving state affairs behind to meet you, fortunately, at that time, I kept everything a secret from you, since Pi'er has petitioned, I just let him go on your behalf."

"I have already asked Wei Hua, the servant of the Huangmen, to go to Xiangyang with the talisman festival."

"Will the Changle Guild be beheaded?" Xuancheng asked.

"No, he is my son, and I will not kill him."

"I just gave Wei Hua a sword."

Xuan Cheng's eyes suddenly changed, and he grabbed Fu Jian's hand, "What are you going to do? Why did you give him a sword?"

Fu Jian held his hand and covered his palm again, it was warmed up all of a sudden, and Xuancheng's heart was so hot that he felt dizzy.

"I just asked Wei Hua to blame him. It's just a sword. Lord Changle won't understand what I mean."

"You,, good,," Xuancheng couldn't say that word, because Fu Jian had already covered his mouth in the next moment.

"It's good that you understand, Lord Changle doesn't need to understand."

Indeed, Xuancheng knew that Changle Duke Fu PI would never be so stupid as to commit suicide with a sword, and he still had so many wonderful funerals.

However, Fu Jian really wanted to kill Fu PI, otherwise he would not have let Wei Hua rush to Xiangyang with a sword.

He taught it to Wei Hua himself, "You are my son, I won't kill you right away, if you can't win next spring, you can commit suicide, don't come to see me shamelessly again."

This is Fu Jian's oral order, which is the imperial decree.

The sacred decree passed by Wei Hua is even more a punishment for a loser. Xuancheng thought, fortunately, the commander in charge of this Xiangyang battle is Fu Pi. If Fu Hui saw that sword, he would hold it without hesitation. suicide.

Perhaps, this is God's will. Fu Pi has such a character. He seems to be humble and respectful to others, but Xuancheng can see through it. His heart will definitely not be as weak as Fu Hui's, how strong his heart is Strong enough to withstand blows, just a sword. If he wins, his name will be passed down through the ages. If he loses, he will just be reprimanded. He is still the Duke of Chang Le, who is above ten thousand people in Qin State.

"I want to go back to the residence." After a while, in the silent atmosphere of the two, Xuancheng suddenly said this.

Fu Jian let go of his hand, looked straight into his eyes, "Why? You want to leave me?"

"I won't leave you, I said it a long time ago."

"You are not allowed to go." Fu Jian turned his face away, forcing his eyes to be level with his own. Wherever he looked, there was a glint of water in his deep eyes.

"Brother, what are we?" Xuancheng said coldly.

.........

His eyes were empty, and he suddenly smiled strangely, with a faint trance in that smile, "What are we?"

Looking at flowers in the mist, fishing for the moon in the water, Xuancheng's questioning remained unanswered as usual.

Fu Jian loves and spoils his younger brother everywhere, but he... never reveals his relationship with his younger brother.

No matter how good the relationship between brothers is, is there such a good way?

If Fu Jian already believed that this body no longer belonged to his younger brother, why didn't he make it known, what is such an ignorant relationship like mist on the surface of water?

Xuancheng turned around cruelly, and he moved away from the person beside him step by step.

The cold wind outside the window fluttered a few times, rustling on the window lattice. Is it a severe winter?He is most afraid of the cold.Every time he took a step, he was thinking, if those arms were holding him behind him, he would stay.

Even if he said a word, just a few short words.

But from the beginning to the end, until Xuancheng pushed open the palace gate, the action behind him never happened as expected.