Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

... In the afternoon, Fu Jian bid farewell to Xuancheng at Baqiao.

Lonely shadows make pairs.

Yao Chang automatically retreated into the woods behind.

After the Ching Ming Festival, there was a slight drizzle in the sky.

Feather-like, Fu Jian held up his hand, and after a while, a small stream of crystal water droplets condensed on the palm of his hand. Under the water droplets, the lines on the palm of his hand were clearly visible.

Xuancheng looked at him, he put his hand on it, and suddenly, the hot flow hit him.

Fu Jian's body temperature shocked him every time.

Even though it was raining lightly on the Baqiao in April, the temperature from his palm still burned Xuancheng's heart.

He was wearing a gray plain robe with a very long tail, snaking to the ground. As an emperor, he did not bow and tie his hair this time, perhaps because he was used to his younger brother combing and binding his hair.

There was a slight smile on the corner of Xuancheng's mouth, and he asked calmly, "Fu Jian, will you miss me?"

Fu Jian did not respond immediately.

Xuancheng felt lost for a moment, sighed, and said angrily, "Hey, so-and-so, it's still my own brother, who hasn't missed me after being away for so long."

"Brother Wenyu, tell me, how do you punish this person?"

At this time, Fu Jian's eyes flickered.

But his face was still tense, and the water drops on his palm took the opportunity to slip away, so his hand could touch Xuancheng.

First the hair, then the cheeks, and then, from the neck down, over the arms, across the back one by one, and finally landed on the waist.

When those warm palms landed firmly on her waist, Xuancheng's skin trembled.

Xuancheng is a southerner with a very thin waist. Coincidentally, this body is also a person with a long and thin waist.

Therefore, Fu Jian's hands fell on his waist, thus forming an imprisoned embrace.

Feeling the sound of each other's breathing so closely, Xuancheng's breathing became a little depressed, however, it was the other party who was heavier than him, and Xuancheng couldn't escape because of his heavy and thick breathing and heartbeat. The heart seems to be ready to come out, so want to fit with each other.

Similarly, Xuancheng's body seemed to be getting out of control gradually.

"Brother." The thick hot air sprayed on his ears, causing the hot Xuancheng to tremble heavily.

"Come back,... come back, I,,,"

Jumping more and more frequently, as if a thousand catties of heavy stones were crushing it, Xuancheng couldn't breathe, and was about to suffocate in the next moment.

The gradually approaching heat, and the slowly sliding hand on the waist...

"Ah." Xuancheng shouted suddenly, pushing away the person on top of him.

"Yao Chang, let's go."

He raised his voice and shouted.

Yao Chang rushed up from the forest behind him, at this moment, Xuancheng's figure gradually disappeared from sight, and the black spot on the horse finally dissipated slowly until finally, it turned into nothingness.

"Your Majesty, take care, and leave."

.........

The drizzle finally turned into a downpour.

The river under the Baqiao finally opened its arms once, and the river rushed in, and went eastward one by one.

At the bridge head, one person is independent.

look far.

That figure was never seen again.

However, Fu Jian's figure was clear in the rain.

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"Haha."

……

A cool smile.

Endless spread.

Perhaps, what Murong Chong said was right, he was never a drowsy mute, he could see better than anyone else, but he didn't speak, but once he spoke, it would be shocking.

The Xun family gave birth to a good son.

No, to be precise, they are two good sons.

Fu Jian, he is too perverted.

Perverted like a woman.

But he has the world in his heart.

Ganquan Palace, Mingguang Palace, Emperor's Palace.

night has come.

In Chang'an in April, there is a slight coolness in the air, and when the wind blows, the coolness becomes more profound.

In front of the window lattice, there was a person standing by the window, his sight was always falling into the distance, there, it was pitch black, although there were some bright spots under the faint moonlight.

He has long hair and heavy eyes. He leans on the window lattice with one hand. His five fingers are long and pale, and his knuckles are thin. They are even a little scary. They seem to be the claws of a goshawk. They stick to the wooden window motionlessly, like a A worried person with a heavy heart.

Nan An gently pushed open the palace door, and he slowly walked towards the window, but stopped a few steps away from the man's back, as if he couldn't bear to disturb him, but finally he said softly, "Your Majesty, please rest!" Well, it's too late."

Fu Jian didn't turn around, let alone respond, his eyes were as deep as the sea, filled with warmth like water.

"If it was then,, I really didn't let go,,"

"If that's the case, I'll let go..."

"If that's the case, I won't take him to Yecheng..."

He seemed to be muttering in a low voice, no one could understand what he said, I'm afraid it was all gibberish.

"Father,, mother, why is he unwilling..."

"When I was young, he obviously liked me so much..."

Sure enough, he was talking nonsense again.

"That thing,, was it wrong?,,"

Nan An said, "Your Majesty, let's take a break. There are still important matters to be discussed by the court tomorrow. Lord Yang Ping may have arrived in Fufeng by now, so don't wait here."

What Nan An said was absolutely right, no matter how long Fu Jian waited this night, his younger brother would never come, never will come.

Nan'an went forward and raised his voice to persuade him.

Only then did Fu Jian look back slowly, "Oh, it's you..."

It was only then that Nan'an realized that there was something sparkling in his deep, water-like eyes, and he was heartbroken for a moment.

Nan'an and Mingyue have been by Fu Jian's side for many years. They have been waiting in the palace since they were still in Linwei. They entered Chang'an and followed Fu Jian into the palace. Nan'an can't know anything about Fu Jian. He can detect the slightest slight change.

Only that time in Luoyang.

Lord Yang Ping, he is no longer the same person he used to be.

There was a bitter smile on the corner of Fu Jian's mouth, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

"You find it incredible too, don't you?"

"Your Majesty, you always have your own reasons for doing things."

"True,... yes," Fu Jian himself didn't believe these two words, and his wry smile became even more sarcastic, "I just,, can't wait, he,,"

In the end, Nan An heard Fu Jian talking to himself again, some of which he could understand, and some of which he couldn't understand.

For example, Mingming Fu Jian didn't want to let go of that person, so why couldn't he go with him? In the past, they toured the north and south together, and it was not difficult to leave Chang'an.

The land of the Northland is increasingly shrouded in darkness.

Not everything can be guessed right for South Shore.

Xuancheng went south to Shu and did not go through Fufeng.

Yao Chang is also a bit doubtful about this point.

Going west from Baqiao, there will be an ancient road leading to Fufeng, and going south from Fufeng to Longnan, and then entering Sichuan and Shu is the best choice.

"Don't take Fufeng? Yang Pinggong, my subordinates don't agree with your point of view. The road from Fufeng to Yizhou is an official road. Compared with going straight to Liangzhou, this is a safer way. If you want to cross the Qinling Mountains, take Liangzhou, Jianmen Pass, and Mianyang arrived in Yizhou, but the road was dangerous."

"The risk is the risk, but it is a shortcut, isn't it?"

Xuancheng retorted, "We left Lantian, passed through Zhouzhi and Huxian, crossed the Qinling Mountains, arrived at Liangzhou, and then went south from Liangzhou via Jianmenguan, Mianyang, and Mianzhu. This way the journey would be greatly shortened. At least it will take seven or eight days, so the journey will be prolonged, which is not the best choice."

"Having said that, the Qinling Mountains are steep, there are no official roads, only scattered mountain trails, Mr. Yangping, you always surprise me." The first sentence is still serious, but the second half is a joke .

Xuancheng rolled his eyes at him, "If you are afraid of suffering, please go back to Chang'an."

"Don't." Yao Chang surrendered, "I admit defeat, I will follow you, okay? Whatever you say, okay, I listen to you, and we will take the dangerous road. Anyway, I am a local, so I have nothing to fear."

A word to awaken the dreamer.

It was only then that Xuancheng seriously examined the person in front of him. After studying for a long time, he suddenly realized.

Why did Fu Jian send Yao Chang?

The Qiang nationality is divided into Longnan Qiang and Xishu Qiang. Yao Chang’s ancestral home is Longnan, and he is also from the same place as Fu Jian. However, when the Fu family occupied the north, most of the territory occupied by the Yao family of the Qiang nationality was the Sichuan-Shu and Qinling areas.

Several battles between the Yao family and the Fu family ended in failure, and the territory of the Qiang people became smaller and smaller. Only a small tribe lived in the western part of Shu, and the Western Qiang people finally surrendered to the Fu family.

Yao Chang smiled, but then said worriedly, "Mr. Yang Ping, have you really lost your memory? I don't think you know me at all. Well, when I first came here, you valued me very much. Now You don't care about others, you are cold and indifferent, it won't work if this continues, there is no affection between us, you won't abandon me, right? "

Xuan Cheng said, "If you talk nonsense again, go back immediately."

Yao Chang immediately covered his mouth and remained silent.

That night, they passed through Hu County, arrived at the foot of the Qinling Mountains, and stayed at a farmer's house at the foot of the mountain.

The shadows of the defenders at the Qinling Pass were looming, Xuancheng raised his eyes to look there, and couldn't calm down.

He thought about Fu Jian, and his heart ached.

Thinking about the funeral, thinking about insomnia.

After arriving in Yizhou, how to negotiate with Zhang Yu.

If the peace talks fail, how will the unavoidable war begin and end.

Yao Chang was sleeping peacefully, Xuan Cheng stared at his eyebrows, his mind was in a mess, did he really forget everything about Yao Chang's past as he said?

But he can't forget, he can't forget Yao Chang's funeral.

The grievances between him and Fu Jian, the grievances and resentments between him and the former Qin Dynasty.

Yao Chang suddenly opened his eyes, and Xuancheng was startled.

"Mr. Yangping, you haven't slept yet?"

Xuan Cheng calmed down and said, "I can't sleep."

Xuancheng really couldn't sleep, the conditions were too harsh, and the two of them were in the same room, so he couldn't fall asleep facing someone he didn't know well.

"No matter what happens tomorrow, today will always pass. You can't fall asleep, and you can't turn over today. Why bother yourself, are you right?"

Xuancheng looked at him in surprise, and said after a while, "I never thought you were a philosopher."

Yao Chang chuckled softly, "Mr. Yang Ping also has some fun in praising people."

Xuancheng immediately rolled his eyes at him.

"You really don't sleep?"

Xuancheng didn't answer, but his eyes couldn't calm down.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll go out, you can have a good rest."

After all, Yao Chang really wants to go out.

Xuan Cheng stopped him, "Come back."

"Duke Yangping, my noble Highness Yangping, you are the prince of a country, you are so honorable, it is natural to be cautious in the same room with me, you rest, I will go out and stay."

Xuancheng finally let out a chuckle, "You are more and more interesting."

Seeing a smile finally appeared on his face, Yao Chang immediately became serious, "Oh, I'm so sad to be despised by you."

Xuan Cheng's black face said, "Sleep."

Now, the two of them can sleep peacefully in the same room.

What else can I do, go to bed early and get up early, this is a physiological law that has lasted for thousands of years, even if it is not early at this moment, it is better than sleepless nights and groggy the next day.