Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Back at the mansion, at the beginning of the next month, he stared at him in a daze, and didn't say a word for a long time.

"You don't know me anymore?"

"Ah, master, you're back, it's nothing, how could I not recognize you." Mingyue woke up immediately, and he went up to him at a loss, "It's so late, why are you back? Didn't you want to be in the palace?" Are you accompanying me?"

"This is my home, so what if I come back." After finishing speaking, she was about to go to the Nuan Pavilion, Mingyue hurriedly opened the curtain and said, "I heard that something big happened outside, I thought you would not go back home. "

"What's the big deal?"

"The matter of Lord Changle, it is said that His Majesty will severely punish Lord Changle and hand over the Changle bus to Tingwei to punish him. It cannot be handed over to Ting Wei."

When Xuancheng heard what he said, he scolded, "What do you know, can you discuss this political matter at will? Can you not control your own mouth anymore?"

Mingyue buried her head and was silent for a while.

Xuancheng felt that his tone was too heavy, and his mood was depressed, which affected his words and actions. If it was Fu Rong, he would definitely not treat anyone harshly like this, but Xuancheng just couldn't control himself. My heart was in turmoil.

He was groggy all night, and there were thousands of voices jumping up and down in his head all the time. He didn't dare to close his eyes, so he just stared blankly at the top of his head, the faint candlelight in the dark night.

He thought of Murong Chong.

Remembered his eyes.

Think of his body.

All of a sudden, I lost all sleepiness, I don’t know how long it took, the bright moonlight hangs high in the night sky, I got off the couch unconsciously, put on a thick robe, walked gently to the courtyard, the moonlight passed through the long corridors, A layer of silver light shone on the ground, and he came to Minglou.

Put your arms on the railing of Minglou, and look up, the moon is rising high, and everything is still.

He closed his eyes, and seemed to smell the fragrance of wintersweet in the flower garden, fresh and elegant, like a bright pearl.

Was the wintersweet plant that Fu Jian cultivated with his own hands really given to his younger brother?

Every year at thirty, Fu Jian would take him to Lishan Mountain to admire the plum blossoms. It has been nine years since he came to the former Qin Dynasty, and he has never fallen once. Is it really the place where he met his brother?

At this moment, Xuancheng's heart was in chaos.

It was clear that he didn't want Duke Yangping Fu Rong to return to this body, and he didn't want Fu Jian to make the same mistakes again and again.

But today, Fu Rong's nightmares no longer exist in his body, but he can't help admiring Fu Jian. He is Xuancheng, a student of the 21st century. The iron-blooded hero, the chivalrous, courageous, benevolent and generous former Qin lord, the true Confucian dogmatic monarch with both civil and military skills.

History played a big joke on the former Qin Dynasty. Millions of troops were defeated in Feishui, and the sky was jealous of heroes.

The reality made a joke with Xuancheng.

He didn't want Fu Jian to fail, he didn't want history to become a reality, but he personally dissected history step by step. At that time, Murong Chong could have died in the Qin Palace. Whoever is allowed to die will definitely die, but Xuancheng forced Fu Jian to let Murong Chong go.

Xuancheng fell into an unprecedented contradiction.

…………

In the blink of an eye, in the middle of the month, battle reports from Xiangyang came back one after another. The Lord of Changle, Fu Pi, had captured the outer city of Xiangyang. Returning to Chang'an from Xiangyang, Fu Jian rewarded him, Xuancheng did not go to the court, as the prime minister of the Great Qin, he was not qualified, but he is Fu Jian's younger brother, this Great Qin, no one can do anything to him.

Mingyue came back from the palace with a bad complexion, so Xuancheng asked him a question.

Mingyue said, "Nan'an said that His Majesty has been angry for no reason in the palace these few days. In the past, it was rare to see His Majesty frowning, but these days his temper has become extremely bad, and he still leaves the palace from time to time, and he has already left the palace."

"Going out of the palace? What are you doing?"

Mingyue didn't know whether it was on purpose or not, "I heard from Nan'an that she was looking for a man named Hualan."

The book in Xuancheng's hand suddenly dropped to the ground, "What did you say?"

"What's wrong with you? You don't want to be like this, okay? What's wrong with talking and getting along well? I just want to vent my anger. What's going on? Your Majesty has gone out of the palace. Don't you go find it? Nan'an didn't either. Follow him, he went out alone."

Xuancheng was silent for a long time, Mingyue picked up the book that fell on the ground and stuffed it into his arms, "Are you really not going?"

"What does it matter to me?"

Xuancheng got up, and threw the book on the ground, "Don't pick it up, don't read it."

Behind her, Mingyue's long sigh could not dissipate for a long time.

Just go, isn't it just going to a brothel?Isn't it just to meet an oiran?He is the emperor, this is all freedom.

The New Year's Eve is coming soon, as in previous years, the entire mansion is busy, Mingyue is like the mistress of the mansion, directing the people to work endlessly early in the morning, with lights and festoons on the ground. All the red silk was laid, and red silk was hung on the roof beams, corridors, and branches, which was booming.

Xuancheng stood on the Ming Tower and looked down, the radiance was shining and the eyes were full of prosperity.

However, his heart seemed to be blocked by something hard, and it was difficult to breathe. He took a deep breath, trying to forget those beautiful scenes in his mind when he was young, but the more he wanted to... Forget, those things seemed to take root in his heart, and they couldn't go away no matter what.

"Emperor brother."

"Emperor Brother..."

……

It was that gentle call again.

His slender fingers dug into the nanmu, feeling a little painful, he clenched his teeth involuntarily, his eyes became blurred, his consciousness was drowsy, until a pair of warm hands covered him behind him, sticking to his waist.

"Emperor brother." Xuancheng suddenly woke up with hot air on his neck.

"Fu Jian." He boldly called his name.

The body was turned away, and he was facing each other. After not seeing him for a few days, his heart felt a little empty, but when he was actually in front of him, he couldn't say anything at once.

"Emperor brother, I want to see you." Fu Jian said.

He said these four short words very seriously, word by word, and very affectionate, as if it was really like the saying in an ancient book that seeing each other every day is like three autumns, but Xuancheng felt uncomfortable hearing it.

He snorted coldly, remained silent, turned around and was about to go downstairs, but Fu Jian's hands wrapped around him.

"What does the emperor want to hear?"

Xuancheng's heart skipped a beat.

"You want to hear what I have to say?"

Xuancheng was stunned, what else could he listen to, how much Fu Jian loved his younger brother, he wanted to listen to his affection, if he didn't say it, the relationship between them would never be clear, and Xuancheng would never will promise him.

"Imperial Brother, I will tell you, okay?"

Xuancheng turned around and stared into his eyes, as if forcing something.

"You want to hear that I have done an unforgivable thing to the emperor, God will not let me go, and the emperor will not let the emperor go, I tell you, in the winter month of the fourth year of Jianyuan, Luoyang, I have done my best to the emperor. ..."

Xuancheng covered his mouth, his palms trembled, and the warmth covered him.

"Fu Jian, I'm not your brother."

So, you don't have to tell me anything, what you did wrong was only your brother, not me.

That sentence, you should say it to your brother yourself, not my soul that has been wandering for a thousand and 640 years.

The palm of the hand was wrapped in warmth, and the next moment, the body was embraced by him with one hand, and the whole body was wrapped in his arms, and then there was emptiness and lightness under the body, as if a gust of wind was blowing, and the breathing in the ears was rapid, His heart beat faster, he seemed to hear the door of the warm pavilion being slammed shut, and the servants who were busy outside were frightened and scattered, and disappeared instantly. Immediately afterwards, their bodies were gently placed on the On the warm bed, Xuancheng woke up suddenly, lying on his back on the bed, all the shadows on his body enveloped him.

"Fu Jian, you."

It was the first time that Xuancheng saw Fu Jian at this moment, there was incredible desire in his eyes, and that terrible impulse, Xuancheng seemed to understand what he was going to do, but he was unwilling in his heart.

The body resisted instinctively, and kicked the person above fiercely, but he frowned slightly, and there was a playful smile in his eyes. Seeing the face getting closer and closer, his body was crushed. Suppressed, arms bound...

"Fu Jian, I'm not your brother."

"I'm not your brother..."

But the person on the body tightly hugged his arms, his fierce eyes suddenly filled with lust, "You are my younger brother, you are nobody, you are my younger brother..."

Xuancheng's heart suddenly felt cold. From the beginning to the end, in Fu Jian's eyes, this body was just his younger brother.

Forget it, since it belongs to his younger brother, then give it back to him.

His younger brother was originally a compatriot of blood with him, so it was only natural for him to take it back.

Thinking of this, Xuancheng calmed down abnormally, never before indifferently, "Fu Jian, you want your younger brother, okay, I'll give him to you."

After finishing speaking, he stroked Fu Jian's hand and slowly put it into his heart. The moment his skin touched him, he clearly felt the trembling of his hands and the burning of his body. He just smiled lightly, and then Forcibly pulling the man's hand and slowly stroking upwards...

"Enough." Fu Jian snatched back his hand, his expression was gloomy, he got up and sat up, and tidied up some scattered robes.

Xuancheng stared into his eyes and laughed, "Fu Jian, you regret it, do you know that you regret it now?"

He also slowly picked himself up from the bed, put his arms on Fu Jian's shoulders, and rubbed his warm body, "Murong Chong is right, you are really perverted, your fun is really disgusting, what you do on the bed Everything you do is outrageous, your brother, he will never say yes to you."

"I will never agree to you until I die, Fu Jian, haha, you are delusional about getting your brother's body."

"What did you say?"

Xuancheng said word by word, "I said, you are really a pervert, a pervert, your brother will never give in to you." As soon as he finished speaking, a pair of hot hands jammed his neck, the air-conditioning was cramped, and the cold light hit him Come on, those once warm eyes turned into a cold star, "Do you want to die?"

Xuancheng coughed uncomfortably, with a bit of madness in his eyes, "I can't wish for it."

However, the next moment, the breath of death did not arrive as expected, but his body was empty, and there was a bit of pain in the air. Xuancheng closed his eyes, not knowing when the door of the Nuan Pavilion was closed again.

But the room was too big, the space was empty, and he was alone, Xuancheng was still shivering from the cold, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his heart was trembling. Even so, there was a smile on his face, which was soft and charming.

This year's birthday was the most deserted in Xuancheng.

Fu Jian left.

Those princes didn't come either.

There was no one in the palace.

Perhaps, he had no blood relationship with this big family, and he was nothing but Fu Jian's younger brother.

What's more, if Fu Jian didn't come, who would dare to come.

Leaning over the high railing of the Ming Tower and looking far away, he seemed to see the Wangmei Pavilion on Lishan Mountain covered by heavy snow and a vast expanse of white.

This is the ice-covered snow scene he longed for thousands of miles away. Everything in the world is pure white and boundless. What a beautiful scene, what a clean scene.