Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

"Can I see him again?"

"Who? Oh, yes, but he is going back to Chang'an with me." Xuancheng was startled for a moment, and then understood that he was referring to Lian Taiyi.

After all, when they were in Sichuan back then, it was Xuan Cheng who single-handedly facilitated this hot and cold heaven and earth perfect match.

But aren't all endings in this world tragic?

Without the sweetness of being together at the beginning, there is no unforgettable feeling when we parted ways.

When leaving Pingyang Mansion, Xuancheng was very decisive.

He couldn't bear to take one last look at Murong Chong, nor could he bear to look at Murong Yong's icy face, he was afraid that if he softened his mind, he would change his mind and take Murong Yong away.

If that was the case, then Murong Chong's miserable life would have fallen into despair.

His sins deepened and deepened.

"Fu Feilong, I order you to protect the governor of Pingyang, can you do it?"

"The last will never give up."

Murong Yong's eyes fell on Lian Chengyi's body all the time, Lian Chengyi looked at him deeply, shook his head, it was the last farewell.

He had some hatred towards Murong Yong, maybe, it wasn't hatred, but guilt.

Therefore, when they parted, neither of them said a word.

As early as six years ago, when Murong Chong left Qin Palace, Xuancheng secretly said goodbye. Unexpectedly, these short words became true.

They really say goodbye.

Then, apart from a farewell in Pingyang, the goodbye will really become the goodbye. In the journey of Xuancheng 640 years ago, there will never be such a character as Murong Chong again.

His tragedy has nothing to do with Xuancheng anymore.

There is no sympathy, no pity, no love, and no love with any mess...

Walking out of Pingyang, the three of them still rode on horseback.

However, this time, Xuan Chengxing felt relieved, his brother was by his side, never leaving him.

It was twilight, and the three of them traveled about 60 miles, and they had already left the jurisdiction of Pingyang County.

Xuancheng said, "Go further southwest and you will enter Hedong County. Let's go to Hedong County to rest."

Lian Taiyi nodded, "Yes, everything is up to you."

Fu Jian was displeased, "What? It's already night now, let's not go, let's stop and camp."

"But, how do you camp in the wilderness?"

"No but." Fu Jian interrupted Lian Taiyi's questioning, "I won't leave."

Lian Chengyi shook his head helplessly, he hid behind Xuancheng, and whispered, "I think I may have met a wolf."

"Where? Don't be afraid."

Lian Taiyi pointed at Fu Jian, and said solemnly, "It's him, you see, how good we get along without him."

Fu Jian threatened him, "Young Master Lian, you are only 21 years old this year. In my opinion, I will call you into the palace to be a companion with Nan'an. I will take care of my daily life occasionally. You look good and stay with me all day long." By my side, it’s comforting to look at.”

Xuancheng reprimanded him, "What nonsense are you talking about? Have you become lustful again?"

Fu Jian immediately shut up.

The three of them were sleeping in the wilderness. Xuancheng leaned his head on Fu Jian's body and raised his eyes to look at the dark night sky. Jian buried his head in his neck, he didn't know what he was doing, Lian Taiyi was on the other side of him, Xuancheng didn't dare to make any big movements, and whispered, "What are you doing, don't move around."

Fu Jian raised his eyes, and smiled lewdly, "Okay, I won't move." But his smile was not good, as expected, the next moment, his hand got in from the collar, and his hot fingers Slowly walking up and down the skin, Xuancheng held back, biting tightly, not letting himself utter a trembling word.

But those hands never stopped, caressing unscrupulously, with an indescribable lust in the touching.

Fu Jian leaned into his ear again, whispering, "My good brother, why don't you bear it?"

Xuancheng pierced with a fierce look, but the man's hand still didn't hold back, and he kept probing down from his chest. There was a tickle from the place he touched, and Xuancheng sucked lightly. in one breath.

He grabbed the robe on Fu Jian's body with his hand, and begged, "Don't move, brother, move again when you go back, okay?"

Fu Jian really stopped.

"Is that what you said?"

Xuan Cheng closed his eyes, sighed, "A promise is as good as it gets."

The next day, when Lian Taiyi looked at him with strange eyes, Xuancheng felt restless, always feeling that he had done something wrong, he didn't dare to look directly at Lian Taiyi's gentle smiling eyes, but that person whispered in his ear The voice continued, "Mr. Yang Ping, I seem to have heard something last night?"

"What?" Xuancheng pretended to be puzzled.

"Did Yang Ping not notice?"

"No."

"Oh, then you really missed a good show."

"Hehe, is that so?" Xuancheng laughed dryly twice as a perfunctory pass.

After hearing this, Fu Jian raised his voice and said, "Young Master Lian, look, there is a dog over there."

Lian Chengyi looked in the direction of his finger, "Where, where?"

"Look, isn't it right there?"

Lian Chengyi searched again and again, but still couldn't find the dog he was yelling, "Mr. Yang Ping, have you seen it? Where is there a dog? Let's hunt it down and eat dog meat at noon, okay?"

"No, he lied to you."

There is only one single dog, where can I eat dog meat?

Xuancheng has long seen Fu Jian's bad intentions, so while comforting Lian Chengyi, he secretly laughed at his elder brother, really childish.

When they arrived in Hedong County, Fu Jian said that an old friend was waiting for them.

"Old man? Who?"

"You haven't seen it."

Xuancheng was displeased, "Since I haven't seen it before, how can I tell the story of an old friend?"

"It's an old man, really, to be precise, he's the old man's son."

The son of an old friend.

Xuancheng was very puzzled. The old man he was talking about quickly recalled in his mind for a long time. Besides Wang Jia and Xie An, who else could he be?

The three rested in an inn, and Fu Jian wanted to share a room with Xuancheng, but Xuancheng would not be separated from Lian Chengyi, so Fu Jian had no choice but to agree, "Okay, okay, anyway, we won't stay here at night. .”

"What are you talking about, you don't live here, what do you come to the inn for, there is no place to spend money, right?"

Fu Jian smiled and said nothing, the three drank tea for a while, when there was a knock on the door outside.

"Guests inside, there's a guest outside asking to see you."

Fu Jian raised his voice, "Come in."

The door of the room was gently opened, the waiter at the inn made a respectful gesture, one person stepped in, and the door was closed again.

Xuancheng's eyes fell on the visitor, who was dressed in green, tall and thin, his hair was loose and not tied up with a headband, his complexion was slightly pale, not as pale as the Murong clan, His complexion is somewhat light pink, his almond eyes are slender eyebrows, and his pupils are light blue, which amazes Xuancheng. His appearance reminds Xuancheng of those drunk and lying in the bamboo forest talking about metaphysics in the Jin Dynasty. people.

"This is?"

The visitor walked up to Fu Jian and Xuancheng, raised his clothes and knelt down, bowing respectfully, "Qingzhou Inspector Fu Lang pays his respects to His Majesty and Duke Yang Ping."

Fu Lang?Fu Luo's son.

Xuancheng was stunned.

"Please, nephew."

The son of Fu Luo, the governor of Qingzhou, the nephew of Fu Jian, also the nephew of Fu Rong.

Xuancheng's face darkened suddenly, he couldn't treat these people who had a feud with Fu Jian with a good face, why did Fu Jian treat the son of the enemy like this?Isn't it his secret order to kill Fu Luo?He was so jealous of Fu Luo that he finally got rid of Fu Luo, but Fu Lang was worshiped as the governor of Qingzhou.

"Fu Jian, you did a good job." Xuancheng boldly called Fu Jian by his name.

"Fu Lang, you don't need to come see us, you can go back."

Xuancheng snorted coldly, then turned to call Shanglian Taiyi, "Let's go."

Fu Jian took his hand, "Don't worry, my brother. Since Lang'er is here, there is no reason to go back. I ordered him back. He is different from Tang Gong. I recalled him this time because of your consideration." .”

"for me?"

Just a joke, Xuancheng really doesn't understand what Fu Jian is going to do anymore. Could it be that he wants to recall Fu Lang?

"Uncle, don't be angry, I know that you must have angered your nephew because of your father's affairs. I know that it is my father who is not greedy enough, and he is self-respecting. I have no complaints about His Majesty's decision to dispose of my father. , for you, my uncle, will also come to see you together."

His tone was elegant and modest, which reminded Xuancheng of his nephew Fu Hui, who was also such an elegant and quiet character.

"You, uncle?"

Fu Jian said, "Lang'er's master is Wang Jia, the king of Dongyang, and his uncle is Wang Jia's younger brother, Dongyang Sanren Chun Zhanzhi."

what?

Xuancheng was really startled by Fu Jian's words.

When Fu Luo was killed back then, Wang Jia was the real manipulator. It was he who took the Canglong Sword and killed Fu Luo with ancient secret methods.

Fu Luo's son turned out to be Wang Jia's apprentice.

Xuancheng urgently needs to be quiet.

Fu Jian may have seen his confusion, and explained, "It was really helpless for me to recruit Lang'er to be the governor of Qingzhou. I have always felt ashamed about Tang Gong. After all, I belong to the Fu family, but I had to do that. Lang'er has an open-minded personality, a lofty mind, and disdain for worldly affairs. It was at my repeated requests that Lang'er accepted the post of Qingzhou Governor. I wanted to stay away from the mundane world, but it was I who pushed him to the mundane world. Now that you are back, I will recall Lang’er and let him accompany you in Chang’an. When Dongyang Sanren comes, Dao’an, you will be in the palace together Just stay, that's enough, you don't need to do anything political."

Xuan Cheng stared at Fu Jian's earnest expression, "What do you mean, no one is a doll."

But Fu Jian said to Fu Lang, "Your uncle is shy."

Xuancheng's anger is stagnant, and he has nothing to say.

Lian Taiyi said softly, "Since we are a family, Mr. Yang Ping, you should meet your nephew."

Xuancheng looked at him, Lian Taiyi's eyes were shining brightly, Xuancheng's heart softened all of a sudden, he could only obey Lian Taiyi's words.

Fu Lang looked over with soft eyebrows, Xuancheng paused, and said, "In that case, you can stay with us."

"Thank you, Uncle."

Fu Jian also pursed his lips and smiled.

They left the inn and left Hedong County overnight. In the evening of the next day, the group arrived in Xianyang County.

Chun Zhan, the master uncle in Fu Lang's mouth and Dongyang Sanren in Fu Jian's mouth, came to visit.

To be exact, they are waiting for their arrival in Xianyang.

Everything seems to be ready.

Originally, Xuancheng thought that since he was Wang Jia's junior and Fu Lang's uncle, he must be an old man in his 40s, but he didn't want his youthful appearance to scare Xuancheng. Cheng must think that it is the noble son of some family.

That person met a group of people in front of a hut outside Xianyang City.

The man was dressed in a blue and white robe with exquisite embroidery patterns, and his figure was not too tall. He was slightly similar to Fu Jian's sons who had not yet grown up. His skin was white and rosy, extremely immature, and a pair of round peach blossom eyes sparkled. Stop, as if he was born with electric discharge, Xuancheng smiled charmingly when he saw it, and was at a loss for what to do.

"Oh, don't laugh."

Xuancheng scolded.

But he heard the man speak loudly, "The well-known Lord Yangping, Xiaosheng Dongyang Sanren Chun Zhanzhi is very polite."

Xuancheng asked Fu Jian in a low voice, "How old is he?"

"Six out of thirty."

Xuancheng couldn't help shouting, "I thought it was sixteen."

Unexpectedly, the other party laughed loudly, "Mr. Yang Ping's words are right, my mind is exactly sixteen."

Xuancheng chuckled, "Who would say that about me, you,, you..."

It was so funny that Xuancheng couldn't help laughing anymore.

"Chun Zhanzhi, why did you come to see me without cultivating the Tao?"

"It's not entrusted by someone."

No need to guess, who else could the person he was talking about be Fu Jian.

"Meet my uncle."

Fu Lang bowed slightly and bowed.

"Exemption."

"Your Majesty." Chun Zhanzhi saluted Fu Jian, "Your brother is not like you."

"You bold guy, if the emperor is like me, it would be so boring."

From the conversation between the other party and Fu Jian, Xuancheng probably guessed a thing or two. The relationship between Fu Jian and Chun Zhanzhi is not bad, but he and Yangping Duke Fu Rong seem to have never met, which is interesting.

Who are the people Fu Jian is making friends with?

He studied Confucianism and worshiped Confucianism in China.

Dao'an, Wang Jia, Chun Zhanzhi and other Buddhist and Taoist people gathered around him.

He treats people of the five ethnic groups with generosity and kindness, and treats all people in the country equally.

Could this be his ideal, where Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism go hand in hand, the republic of the five races, and the harmony of the world?

Fu Jian, the one with the largest pattern in the last 5000 years!

Unfortunately, this is always a beautiful and distant ideal.

Chun Zhanzhi posted it, next to Xuancheng's body, "Hello."

"I don't call him hello."

"Oh, Mr. Yangping, have you become younger?"

What, Xuancheng stared at him, unable to answer for a moment.

"What kind of nourishment is this? Oh, it must be nourished by someone."

Xuan Cheng said, "Go away."

It's a pity that the person kept posting, and Xuancheng finally confided to Fu Jian, "Who are you looking for? Why did he talk so much along the way."

Fu Jian said with a shallow smile, "He has no evil intentions."

"He has no bad intentions. If he pesters me like a mosquito again, I will be bitten to death by him."

Fu Jian smiled, but did not stop Chun Zhanzhi's excessive behavior.