Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

The chanting servant shouted at the door, "Your Excellency is here."

When Lu Guang came in, he bumped into Xuan Cheng, and they met each other suddenly, feeling a little awkward for a moment.

"A good friend is here, please hurry up, please." Fu Jian greeted him with a smile.

Lu Guang gently cupped his hands in congratulations, "Congratulations to Lord Yangping on his birthday."

"Thank you."

Xuancheng responded lightly.

Ever since the beheading of Fu Chong, Lu Guang and him became much more distant, whether it was intentional or unintentional.

"Chun Zhan, a Sanren from Dongyang, has arrived, and Fu Lang, the governor of Qingzhou, has arrived."

With the loud chanting of the recitation officer, it was Chun Zhanzhi and Fu Lang's uncle and nephew who came in together.

"You guys are late, look, it's almost dark." Fu Jian complained with a smile.

The two approached and saluted slightly, "I wish Lord Yangping a happy birthday and a prosperous life."

"Thank you."

"Master Lian is here."

Xuancheng was startled, Lian Taiyi came, his eyes flashed suddenly, and he looked up.

Fu Jian patted him on the shoulder, and said in a strange tone, "Don't be in such a hurry, wait and see, it's still the person I invited, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have invited."

"What did you say."

"Nothing to say."

Lian Chengyi was dressed in red like fire, with smooth and flowing long hair tied up in a high ponytail, matched with his slender waist and white skin, he was extraordinarily handsome and handsome, Xuancheng was stunned for a moment.

Everyone came to the front, but Xuancheng was still staring.

Lian Chengyi's smiling eyes were like fire, "Mr. Yang Ping, happy birthday."

Fu Jian said, "Why do you say that, happy birthday, nonsense."

Xuancheng has been with Lian Taiyi for several months. He has taught Lian Taiyi many modern expressions. He even made an appointment to go to Sichuan to play Mahjong and Fight the Landlord. Of course, Fu Jian knew that happy birthday is a blessing, and he was just depressed for a while.

Chun Zhanzhi laughed loudly, "Young Master Lian, are you going to dance today? This fiery wedding dress is the focus of the audience."

The wedding dress is like fire, that's right.

Fu Jian's face became even darker, and he scolded, "Smelly Taoist priest, are your eyes okay? How is his wedding dress like fire?"

When Fu Jian heard about the wedding dress, Fu Jian became angry. Why would he invite a beautiful young man in a wedding dress to his younger brother's birthday banquet?

Lian Taiyi just smiled, stared at Xuancheng with bright eyes, and asked, "Am I beautiful?"

Xuancheng nodded and said with a smile, "beautiful."

Such a question and an answer is simply challenging Fu Jian's limit. How can he not be angry when his younger brother is attracted by a glamorous and seductive brat?

"Come here, invite Mr. Lian out."

Xuancheng took Lian Chengyi's hand and turned around to run, and there seemed to be needle-like gazes piercing her back.

The two smiled at each other.

It's such a comfort to play tricks on someone who thinks they're right.

Twilight is slowly approaching, and the feast of this night is finally about to kick off.

Fu Jian invited all the people he made friends with in Xuancheng, except the Fu family, Lian Chengyi, Lu Guang, Chun Zhanzhi, Fu Lang, and Daoan who never had contact with anyone in the palace. This is Xuancheng It was the first time to see this person who lived in Fu Jian's mouth.

A middle-aged monk who is not beautiful, but the indifferent and unworldly aura emanating from his whole body makes everyone admire him.

The soup was served, then the main dish was served, and at the last moment, hot dumplings were served, all over the world, from all corners of the country, and on the night of the New Year's Eve, a sincere dumpling was served.

It is a symbol of a good harvest for the year and a symbol of prayers for the coming year.

Fu Jian held up a cup to invite everyone to drink together. Except for Dao An, everyone drank. Of course, Xuancheng was sitting next to Fu Jian. Before he could reach his mouth, someone snatched the cup.

"You are not allowed to drink."

Xuancheng smiled secretly, what a cheap thing to have someone replace the wine.

The vocal music sounded, but there was no accompanying dancer in the arena. Xuancheng thought it was just listening to the music officials playing the zither and playing the piano, but unexpectedly, his eyes fell on the empty midfield, a charming, charming young man with long sleeves Gone with the wind, dancing to the sound of the zither.

It was Lian Taiyi who Chun Zhan said was like a fire wedding dress.

His eyes and smiles were mixed with obsequiousness, his figure was light and nimble, his slender waist was spinning, his long sleeves were fluttering, and the cuffs brushed past the people present one by one.

Xuancheng knew that Lian Chengyi could dance. When he was in the Hexi camp, he was embraced and danced by the people of the Hexi tribe. To this day, Xuancheng still remembers his enchanting and charming figure.

Xuancheng stared at the young man in red who was waving his sleeves, and suddenly felt his face was hot. He is really beautiful, just like the fiery temper of people in Shu, his beauty is also bright and bright, with a toughness in his beauty, There is no half-weakness.

Xuancheng glanced at everyone present one by one. His face was rosy and rosy, his face was pink after drinking, and his beautiful peach eyes stared at the dancer without blinking. Sitting in the pine, a pair of light blue eyes were not squinting. The princes smiled slightly, as if admiring the dancers, but Fu Hui's quiet face was turbulent, and his hands tightly grabbed his clothes. Cheng Xiao smiled, Lian Taiyi and him had learned from each other for many days and became familiar with each other, so he naturally cared the most.

Only Lu Guang, with a gloomy expression on his face, was drinking alone, not in the mood to appreciate the beauties dancing.

He has something on his mind, Xuancheng can see it.

He is the prime minister of Daqin today, with a high position and authority, one person is below ten thousand people, what could make him so depressed?

"It's pretty." At this time, a round head appeared in his arms, and Fu Xian blinked.

"Xian'er, do you understand? Why does it look so good?"

"Yes, it looks good."

Xuancheng chuckled, the little man's vocabulary is only so simple.

"Okay, it's rare, it's rare that the young master will perform a dance today, and the sound of the zither coincides with my wishes." After the song, Fu Jian nodded in praise.

It was the first time I saw him praise Lian Taiyi so unsparingly.

"Your Majesty, Lian's right to dance is a small gift to my noble Highness Yang Ping."

Xuancheng was pleased, and smiled with satisfaction, "It's hard work, Mr. Li, I like it very much, thank you."

Lian Chengyi shook his head lightly, he didn't speak, but Xuancheng understood that what he wanted to say must be those words again, "No, no thanks, really."

Lian Taiyi calmed down for a while, returned to his seat, picked up the wine cups on the table and slowly stepped forward, Xuancheng watched his serious expression.

"Mr. Yangping, Lian Taiyi should respect you. Thank you for your perseverance. Last year when Li Wu captured Shu County, I escaped from the dead. I was unable to protect the peace of Shu. I should have been punished. Thank you for your tolerance, I survived to the end. Today, I respect you."

He said very seriously, yes, he is the prefect of Shu County, and it was Xuancheng who personally promoted him from the position of prefect of Mianyang to the post of prefect of Shu County directly under the central government. However, the disaster of refugees in Shu has not been eliminated When the Jin Dynasty was at war with Qin, the refugees took the opportunity to attack the Shu land. As the prefect of the county, he should guard the Shu land. However, the Shu county is a place of right and wrong. The prefect of the county It was the position with the highest loss of life, and it was Xuancheng who pushed him to this position. Even if he failed to resist the attack of the refugees and caused Shu County to be occupied by the refugees again, the root cause was not man-made.

This is a problem left over from history and geography.

Shu has been separated for a long time, and it is self-contained. It is difficult for the central government to appoint powerful local officials to rule Shu.Since the co-governance of the Qin Dynasty and the Jin Dynasty, it has left irreparable omissions and problems, resulting in frequent refugees. Blocked by the Qinling Mountains, it forms a world of its own, and it is difficult for a unified regime to penetrate.

Lian Taiyi served as the prefect of Mianyang for several years, and the people of Mianyang knew everything about his name, but once he was promoted to be the prefect of Shu County, he was attacked by refugees in less than three years. Of course, this was also Fu Jian's mistake. The state governor of Liangzhou, commanding tens of thousands of troops, governing the two states, the real feudal officials, only strong soldiers can suppress the Shu land. Once there is no strong force to support the Shu land regime, it will become a soft persimmon Therefore, last year the refugees broke through the land of Shu, and even made clothes without fault.

He doesn't need to be so grateful to Xuancheng, he should blame Xuancheng.

Xuancheng held his hand and shook his head, "You don't have to say that, really, I hurt you, it's always been my fault."

Fu Jian took the wine cup in his hand, and said, "None of you is wrong, and, even my lord, you should know that my brother is not good at drinking, come on, I will drink with you."

The first sentence of his sentence was serious, and the latter sentence carried some other meanings, which suddenly made Xuancheng lose the desire to express his feelings. For a wedding banquet, one should be happy and festive, and express his feelings.

Lian Chengyi smiled slightly, "Okay, Your Majesty, you are too eager to protect your younger brother, I'm talking about business."

"you."

Lian Chengyi drank the wine, bowed respectfully and returned to his seat, Fu Jian leaned over and whispered into Xuancheng's ear, "Stop looking at others, look at Xian'er, how cute, look How good I am to you."

Xuan Cheng was just about to answer him, when at this moment, under the beautiful sound of flowing clouds and flowing water, there was a sound of a bronze wine cup being smashed to the ground.

Xuancheng followed the sound and saw that Lu Guang, who was sitting at the front of the banquet, dropped a few wine cups on the table, as if he was drunk, and Fu Hong beside him hurried to help him, "Prime Minister."

"What's the matter, are you drunk?" Fu Jian stood up and said loudly.

Lu Guang raised his eyes, his eyes were dim, "Yes, I'm drunk."

Fu Jian went down, stood in front of him, examined for a while, "Are you really drunk?"

"Prince, send the prime minister back to the manor."

Fu Hong supported Lu Guang's arm, but he threw it away. Xuancheng's heart sank, and he thought that Lu Guang was going to make trouble by being drunk, so he hurried to Lu Guang and held him with one hand, " You are really drunk, let me take you back."

"No need." Lu Guang pushed Xuancheng away again.

Fu Jian smiled and said, "I see that you are really drunk, well, today's family banquet will end here, Prince, send your mother and queen back to the palace."

"Yes, Father."

Fu Hong and Fu Rui sent Empress Xun and Mrs. Zhang away respectively, and Fu Hui and Fu Lin invited Dao An back to the palace together. Now, only Chun Zhanzhi, Fu Lang, Lian Taiyi and Lu Guangwei were in the arena. left.

The moonlight outside came in faintly, and the cold air of Dongyue also slipped in. Mingyue came forward holding a thick robe and handed it to Xuancheng, but Xuancheng gave it to Lu Guang, "I'll take you back .”

"You don't have to bother my brother."

Hearing that his tone was too unfamiliar, Xuancheng knew that he had a knot in his heart, so he said to Fu Jian, "You go back, I will accompany him back to the mansion."

"No."

Chun Zhanzhi seized the opportunity and grabbed Fu Jian's sleeve, "Let's go, let's go, Your Majesty, let's go back to the palace, Langer, come and help me take His Majesty back to the palace together."

"You dare, you." Fu Jian's voice disappeared in Chun Zhanzhi's bold behavior, he signaled Fu Lang to entangle Fu Jian, and the two dragged him away from the Yangping Palace together.

Mingyue hugged Fu Xian and chased after her. Lian Chengyi walked over, with a smile on her face, she leaned over and bowed slightly, "I'm leaving."

"En." Xuancheng responded lightly, watching his figure disappear.

Finally, there was only this one who drove away all the guests by getting drunk, Xuan Cheng said, "I'll take you home."

Lu Guang was half sober, "No, I won't go back."

"Can't you stay here too?"

"How dare I." There was clear sarcasm in his tone.

"What's wrong with you, do you have any grudges with me? Since we parted outside Pinggang City, you and I haven't seen each other for several months. Whenever we see each other, we always hold guns and sticks. You don't look like a prime minister. The prime minister has the world in mind. How on earth did I offend you, well, even if I offended you in Pinggang City, reprimanded you, and stole your money, you wouldn't hate me so much, would you?"

"You stole my money?"

Lu Guang looked up at him in surprise.

Xuancheng thought, doesn't he know?

This guy, doesn't he even know he lost his money?

Xuancheng nodded embarrassingly, "I wanted to go on a trip, so I had to borrow some money from you first, but I just took it away without your consent, and I will pay you back double. you."

"Hehe." Lu Guang sneered all of a sudden, "You, really."

Seeing him smile, Xuancheng sat down with him, and they sat on the ground with a step apart. Lu Guang took off his robe and handed it to him. Xuancheng was stunned, but still took it.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you unhappy? I can't help it at my birthday party?"

Lu Guang's eyes gradually became brighter, he looked at the red lanterns under the eaves outside, and said lightly, "You shouldn't be like this."

"how?"

"You are the younger brother of King Qin, the only Lord Yang Ping. You shouldn't have no official position and be idle. The country is not stable. The people of the five clans seem to be obedient, but in fact there are constant undercurrents. Your Majesty was deceived, but he is too strong. If you want to control everyone, you shouldn't obey him, you shouldn't pamper him, you should scold him, beat him, I know, only you can touch him, we are all courtiers, don't look at what we played together when we were young, but today I don't Dare to touch him, you are different, you are blood compatriots, you should treat him like Prime Minister Wang."

"But I'm not Prime Minister Wang, and I can't be like him."

"But Prime Minister Wang is not you, he is not the younger brother, but you are."

"You pampering His Majesty will do no one any good, it will not benefit this country, the Fu family, you, or Your Majesty." What Lu Guang said was not at all what a drunk person should say.

Why didn't Xuancheng know Lu Guang's intentions? How could he not understand the deep meaning of Lu Guang's words?

It was Fu Jian's younger brother who was pampering him.

But with Fu Jian as a person, Xuancheng has already moved his heart.

He originally wanted to stop Fu Jian, he would make up for the wrong things Fu Jian did, and he would bear the karma, but he was moved by Fu Jian bit by bit, and he understood this person's heart.

He couldn't persuade him, and he didn't want to persuade him.

He only wanted to be pampered, and he also wanted to be captured by Fu Jian.

What about a war?What about death?Isn’t the final destination of man death?Yangping Duke Fu Rong will die, Fu Jian will die, and the former Qin will perish?

It is futile and foolish to attempt to falsify history.

All he has to do is to enjoy the feeling of being by his side during this long and short process.

The kind of romantic and tragic destination that clings to each other and lingers until death.