Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Changan.

On the Guanzhong Plain, endless green saplings spread out. The people rolled up their sleeves, picked up shovels and dug a big hole every few feet on both sides of the road, and then put the saplings in the hole to cover them with soil and buried them. Buried several inches deep above the ground.

On the vast plain, a group of people who seemed to come from the palace gathered together and started whispering.

"Is it really useful to plant these things? There are many droughts and floods in Guanzhong, and the floods have washed away all these trees. In the hot summer, there are floods and storms. Can these plane trees really resist wind and drought? "

"Your Majesty listened to the advice of those so-called agronomists. If you ask me, these Han people have bad ideas. They don't want Your Majesty to live in Chang'an for a long time."

"Bah, bah, what did you say, you are an unknown spell."

"Haven't you heard, why did His Majesty plant a phoenix tree in Chang'an City? People outside have spread the word. Planting a phoenix tree will attract phoenixes. Who doesn't know? Your Majesty never forgets the former prince of Yan Kingdom." Yes, in my opinion, His Majesty is afraid that he will recall that person, alas, what a disaster."

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Three people become tigers, and many people become rumors. What's more, there is no common people who don't love the emperor's gossip. Those who have been planting phoenix trees in the deep palace for a long time are full of curiosity.

"You, what are you doing? Why don't you work hard and chew your tongue together?" A reprimand came, and then the man rushed over and kicked each of them on the buttocks, "You don't think the work is not enough, right? Tired of living?"

Nan'an scolded, "I think it's time for His Majesty to send you all out of the palace to work hard here among the people. Didn't you see that His Majesty planted trees by himself?"

"Don't dare, don't dare." The group of people hurriedly begged for mercy, and quickly grabbed the shovel on the ground to continue digging holes and planting trees under Nan'an's reprimand.

Nan'an shook his head lightly, sighed, looked at a bent plain-clothed man in the distant field, his eyes were full of pity, he trotted over, and when he got close to the man, he shouted, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, let the villain come."

Fu Jian listened to the suggestions of those Han agronomists, and not only sent the princes in the palace to the countryside in Guanzhong to help the common people with their labor and learn the techniques of field planting, but also went out of the palace to plant phoenix trees on a fertile plain outside Chang'an city. .

Although the Guanzhong area is rich, it is also often invaded by natural disasters. In summer, there are many storms and storms, which are prone to floods. In winter, there is little rain and drought, and the land is prone to dryness. As a result, the people's food production is reduced, and the court's taxes are naturally unable to come up. If the national treasury is not rich, the court will have no confidence to do anything.

Under Wang Meng's suggestion, Fu Jian banned taxes in disaster-prone areas many times. The people expressed their gratitude to the court and composed many folk songs to express their feelings.

The sycamore tree is tall and straight, and grows extremely fast. Within a few years, it can grow into a towering tree. The trunk can be used to make musical instruments such as guqin, and the bark can be used to make paper and ropes. It is used to squeeze oil for food. When the sycamore is fully grown, it is a very beautiful scenery. The ten-mile sycamore is extremely beautiful.

Chang'an City has been the capital of emperors since ancient times. In Jiankang City, there are ten miles of peonies, water, green flowers and red flowers. Then there will be ten miles of phoenix trees in Chang'an City.

The phoenix is ​​singing, at the high hill.The phoenix tree is born, and it is in the rising sun.Cultivars are luxuriant and luxuriant.

Indus, this is the auspiciousness of a dynasty.

Nan An took the shovel from Fu Jian's hand, bent down and dug the hole fiercely, Fu Jian handed over a sapling, Nan An froze and said, "Your Majesty, please rest, I'll be fine, early in the morning I'm out of the palace, it's already evening, I must be very tired, let's take a rest."

But he still took the sapling and planted it.

Fu Jian did not rest either.

While planting trees, Nan An complained in a low voice, "Your Majesty, you are still too kind. Those people can't keep their mouths shut when they come out to work. I think they are idle in the palace, chatting together one by one, according to me. It seems that they should be punished to work here every day. They don't understand you, and no one in the world understands you."

Fu Jian smiled lightly, "It's fine if you understand me."

"What did they say? Come and hear what they said?" Fu Jian suddenly began to gossip, wanting to hear what those people said about him.

Nan'an said, "It's better not to talk about it, because talking about it will only add to people's embarrassment."

"I think that among the people in this world, Yang Ping is the only one who understands you."

"Unfortunately, Lord Yang Ping is still unwilling to agree to you. Alas, Your Majesty, the villain understands your painstaking efforts."

Fu Jian said in a deep voice, "Promise what? What do you understand about me? Nan'an, I have never asked the emperor for anything, do you know?"

"But, when you were in Luoyang, you were not with Yang Pinggong..."

"South Bank." Fu Jian scolded.

Nan'an sighed heavily, but finally stopped talking.

Fu Jian looked at the south with infatuated affection in his eyes.

He is waiting, he has been waiting.

……

In the evening of that day, Xuancheng and Yao Chang walked out of the southern foot of the Qinling Mountains and were about to approach Liangzhou. It was about 100 miles away from the county governor's office. Yao Chang suggested to rest here, but Xuancheng insisted on continuing on the road.

Yao Chang complained dissatisfied, "Mr. Yang Ping really doesn't feel sorry for others, no wonder you haven't married for so many years, who would like to marry you, even I feel tired, we just rest in this mountain, at least we can fill our stomachs Let's go."

Xuancheng said, "Didn't you say that there are many monsters at the southern foot, if you don't hurry up, be careful that the monsters will eat you, let's see how you can still fill your stomach."

Yao Chang thought that he would reply to his first sentence, but he didn't want him to evade the important one and make a joke of his own joke.

"You really don't feel sorry for others." Yao Chang bit again heavily.

Xuancheng ignored him.

"There is no girl in Chang'an who is willing to marry you."

Xuancheng still ignored it.

"No girl in Daqin is willing to marry you."

Xuancheng automatically blocked his harassment.

"Mr. Yangping, I'm angry."

Xuan Cheng turned around and said, "Okay, you should be angry."

Yao Chang was stunned.

The mountains here are already very low and flat, only a few towering hills occasionally appear, and the road has become wider. The two of them rode on horseback, and the journey speeded up. If they arrived at the prefectural office in Liangzhou in time It would be best.

Perhaps, God understood Xuancheng's prayer, and the two of them arrived at Liangzhou prefecture three quarters later that night.

The officials of the Liangzhou government received them, Xuancheng thought that the people in the government were resting at this moment, but never thought that they would still stick to their posts when there was still a son, and was moved in his heart.

Liangzhou is approaching Yizhou, and the fast horse is only a three-day journey. If there is a rebellion in Yizhou, Liangzhou will naturally be affected. At this time, who is not sleeping and eating to work for the country.

Xuancheng and Yao Chang sleep in separate rooms.

The light on the candlestick was weak, Xuancheng could not fall asleep staring at the candlelight, even if he was not in the same room with Yao Chang, he would still suffer from insomnia.

Insomnia for no reason.

Once upon a time, he traveled north and south with Fu Jian, and he slept so comfortably.

Xuancheng raised his head, and through the thin window lattice, a round of bright moon hung high in the sky, the branches and leaves rustled outside, the door was suddenly opened, and then a head poked in.

"Mr. Yang Ping, do you want me to sleep with you?" Yao Chang appeared at the door with a smile on his face.

Xuancheng was startled.

There was a wicked smile on the opponent's face.

Xuancheng grabbed the pillow at the head of the bed and threw it on it.

"roll."

Yao Chang caught the pillow firmly, and walked in swaggeringly the next moment.

Xuan Cheng stood up, with some incredulity in his eyes, "How did you come in?"

Yao Chang gently placed the pillow on the head of his bed, "Here, look, you didn't even lock the door, that's how I walked in."

Xuancheng recalled vaguely, maybe he really forgot.

If Yao Chang hadn't barged in, he might have slept with the door open all night, or he might have stayed up all night, no matter what, neither of these two is the best policy.

"Why, Mr. Yang Ping is not going to sleep again? Why are you sitting like this?"

"If you want me to say, it's still too lonely, or I'll find someone for you."

Xuan Cheng blinked, "What?"

Yao Chang laughed out loud, his whole body trembling, "Mr. Yangping really doesn't understand?"

I don't understand, Xuancheng silently denies it.

With the moonlight leaking in from outside, Xuancheng could clearly see the laughing person standing in front of him, he was neither Han nor Di, he was a Qiang, a Hu tribe since ancient times.

The bridge of the nose is high, the eye sockets are deep, the skin is pale, and the hair color is a bit similar to Fu Jian's, with tea-brown in the black, but if you don't look carefully, you can't find it. It can only be slightly glowing under the light. Different color.

It turns out that in this era, they were all aliens in the Han population.

But if it comes to modern times, they become foreigners, or they are ethnic minorities.

Minorities naturally produce beauties.

The beauties of Xianbei are the best in the north and south of the river.

The Qiang people and the Di people are actually a race worth studying.

It is the same as the contemporary minority Miao, Qiang and Bai.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Xuancheng would have really believed in those Internet gossip, saying that Fu Jian in history was ugly, and Yao Chang was even more ugly.

But under my nose, they are all majestic and elegant, with some strange bloodlines in their appearance that Han people do not have. In my opinion, they are extremely handsome.

Thinking about it, they are all from the Guanlong area in the northwest. They are from the north, and they are naturally tall. They are the people of Xinjiang, Gansu, Qiang, Bai, and Miao in Sichuan. They are all beautiful, so there is no such thing as ugly Incomparable.

The only reason why the rumors of poisoning on the Internet may be that they are not Han Chinese, so in the eyes of the noble Han people, they are aliens and ugly. However, under the multi-ethnic integration in China, who still judges the appearance of ethnic minorities? , Who else would dare to say that they are ugly, in an era of advanced information, these minority people are the best beauties.

Yao Chang noticed that he was staring at him for a long time, and his laughter gradually stopped, "You really don't want me to help you?"

One moment he was still praising their looks in his heart, but the next moment Xuancheng was going to strangle this person to death.

"Go away, I want to sleep."

"Then I'm really leaving? Mr. Yang Ping, remember to lock the door."

As soon as the words fell to the ground, he really went out. When he was parting, he still didn't forget to knock lightly on the door and signal with his eyes.

Xuancheng walked over, gently closed the door, and locked the door from the inside.

It wasn't until the voice outside completely disappeared that Xuancheng returned to the bed.

He stared blankly at the ground without saying a word.

Maybe, he really has a bad memory.

His body is also a member of a minority. When he praised Fu Jian and Yao Chang, he had already praised this body.

Yangping has a beautiful appearance.

A brief description of only six characters in the history book is enough.

The Book of Jin was written by Fang Xuanling of the Tang Dynasty. The founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Yuan and Li Shimin, happened to come from Qin'an in Longnan.

During the period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, Fu Jian's Fu clan happened to be the Qin'an Di clan.

History has too many coincidences.

No one can explain the coincidence. Although the Book of Jin was written by the Han people, it did not denounce the former Qin Empire of Fu Jian, the representative of the Wuhu people. On the contrary, the Han people also recognized the achievements of the former Qin Dynasty.

Fang Xuanling's six words are the best evidence for Xuancheng to understand the famous former Qin prince in history.

If the appearance is beautiful, then the heart is good.

He must be a gentleman.