Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

"I will leave." Lu Guang said.

"Where are you going?" Xuancheng couldn't help but tremble, for Lu Guang had left Fu Jian.

"My thoughts were not in the court. You know, His Majesty forcibly recalled me to let me replace you. It happened to coincide with my father's death. I took it easy, but I found out that I was wrong. I shouldn't take it. I shouldn't come to the court, and I shouldn't replace you."

"I'm here, and you're about to leave, but you're walking towards the palace. You're walking towards His Majesty's side in a leisurely manner. What are you doing with him? Won't you resist him? There are so many beautiful men in the world, if If His Majesty wants it, you can find it for him, but you shouldn't listen to him, it's ridiculous."

"You're not drunk."

"Of course I'm not drunk."

"But you shouldn't be awake either."

"Is everyone drunk? I can't do it." Lu Guang said sarcastically.

"Listen to me, otherwise, even if I leave, I won't feel at ease."

"I will give up the seat of the prime minister. Now, he can't listen to anyone's words. Maybe I'm wishful thinking. I thought he would listen to you, but it seems that you don't want to persuade him anymore. You think he does nothing. That's right, isn't it? You think he'll be grateful if you do this? Maybe he's letting you go. He's very determined when he wants to do what he wants, but people always miss, and I don't want to be that In any case, don’t do nothing, don’t be controlled by him. This is what I want to say tonight. Tomorrow will be the 15th year of Jianyuan, so I should go and apologize.”

"Don't say that, you are not wrong, how can you be guilty? I will listen to you."

Lu Guang stared at him deeply. After watching for a long time, Xuancheng felt that his face was hot. Being stared at so seriously by him, he suddenly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch something, but finally froze in the air. Guang smiled bitterly, "Why didn't I realize when I was a child that you have the appearance of a woman?"

He stood up from the ground, waved his slender arms, and said in a free and easy manner, "There is no need to send it off. I can still go home in Chang'an City."

he's gone.

Xuancheng did not send him back to his residence until the end.

Lu Guang said he was leaving, where is he going?

In 380 A.D., the 15th year of Jianyun in the Great Qin Dynasty, the first day of the Lunar New Year.

It snowed last night, a full three feet thick.

When he woke up from the dream, the servants in the mansion were sweeping the snow in the courtyard, Xuancheng stood in front of the eaves, staring.

Thousands of miles of whiteness, plain whiteness is boundless.

What a pure thing.

"Stop scanning, stop it." Xuan Cheng said.

The servants stopped, Mingyue ordered not to sweep the snow, so Xuancheng walked into the snow, he knelt down, picked up a handful of crushed snow and held it in the palm of his hand, pure white, clear and clear, Xuancheng's eyes looked at the snow. Going up, it was like being attracted by magnetism, and couldn't move away. Suddenly, a pair of pale and bony fingers climbed up, and then those hands covered Xuancheng's hand.

Xuancheng looked up at him, "Are you here again?"

Fu Jian said, "Have you forgotten, brother? I told you, I will meet you at Wangmei Pavilion every year."

The broken snow slid down from between the fingers bit by bit, and the slightly cold temperature on the hand was immediately covered by the hot palm. It didn't take long for the heat to spread all over the body. Xuancheng felt dizzy for a moment, and ordered nodded.

Fu Jian was overjoyed, took his hand and went out, followed by Mingyue and Nan'an, and flew all the way to Lishan.

Fu Jian likes to gallop his horse wildly in the cold winter, because in this way he can use his own body to warm up those around him.

"What did Lu Guang tell you, go to Mingguang Palace early in the morning to go crazy?"

"What's up with him?"

"Nan'an said that he knelt outside the Mingguang Hall at a moment's notice and didn't get up. Did he do something wrong last night? What happened to him?"

"You think too much, he didn't do anything, he didn't say anything."

Fu Jian inserted his hand from Xuancheng's collar, and slowly stroked forward, "Really? Then why did he admit his mistake?"

Xuancheng closed his eyes comfortably, his hands were too hot, but every place rubbed by his fingers seemed to be on fire, hot and itchy, Xuancheng took a breath and gasped slightly, "He wants to gone."

The wandering hands stopped immediately, and Xuancheng suddenly felt nothing, and opened his eyes involuntarily, and glanced at the person behind him, only to see that his usually calm face gradually became rippling. Fully trusting, Lu Guang regards Fu Jian as the only sun. If so, why did he leave the guardian sun.

The coldness on the top of Lishan Mountain was unexpected. Fu Jian almost moved all the things to keep out the cold in the palace. The front and back of Wangmei Pavilion became a warm plum pavilion, and the surrounding fire-like wintersweet flowers were in full bloom. Hugging them together, Xuancheng saw with his own eyes the little man in Mingyue's hand, with a bright red face and a big velvet hat that wrapped the little man like a rice dumpling, only his gray pair of eyes were exposed. Shui Lingling's big eyes blinked, and Xuancheng laughed.

"You are not afraid of freezing Xian'er, he is such a small person."

Fu Jian took the little figure from Mingyue's hand, held it in his arms, and asked affectionately, "Xian'er, is it cold?"

"Not cold, warm."

"Look, it's not frozen, it's awake."

Xuancheng grinned, "How can you talk like that, it's your son, Xian'er, come, come to the emperor's uncle."

Fu Jian handed him over to him, "You are much colder than me, and you are not afraid of freezing him."

Xuancheng looked at the little man wrapped tightly like a zongzi, shook his head and smiled, "I know, no."

Yes, Fu Jian cherishes his little son so much, how could he freeze him to death? Sure enough, when Xuancheng's hand touched the little man, he slammed as if touching a ball of burning coals, and he pursed his lips. Laughed, my heart was so warm as to die.

"Uncle Huang, what is this?" The little man pointed at the fireball-like thing outside the pavilion and blinked.

"It's called plum blossom, wintersweet."

Fu Xian clapped his hands and shouted, "It looks good."

Xuancheng stuffed his hands into the velvet robe, "You can only say these words, of course it is good-looking, you are still young, when you grow up, you will know what it means to be good-looking."

Fu Xian's eyes lit up, "I know."

"Oh, what do you know?"

"Father said, if you look good, you are the emperor's uncle."

Xuancheng froze.

He tilted his head to look at the person beside him who looked serious looking at the flowers, and shot several sharp cold lights in succession, but the person turned a blind eye.

So, he leaned into the little man's ear, whispered a few words, and the little man opened his mouth and came, "Uncle Huang is a woman."

"I…"

Xuancheng stamped her feet angrily.

Fu Jian laughed loudly, "Young brother, you should take a rest, don't forget, Xian'er is my son, can he not turn to me?"

"you…"

Xuancheng came to the conclusion that Fu Jian and his son did not have a good thing.

Fu Jian smiled and hugged him by the shoulders, "Okay, okay, what Xian'er said is childish talk, don't be angry, I'll apologize to you on his behalf, okay, the emperor's younger brother is good-looking, and the emperor's younger brother is a woman people."

Xuancheng raised his foot and kicked it up, "Ah." Fu Jian screamed.

"Emperor brother, you are so fierce."

Xuancheng attacked again, but Fu Jian had already dodged and raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I stay away from you, and you stay away from me."

"Hehe, hehe." The little man in his arms laughed happily.

"Xian'er, what are you laughing at?"

Fu Xian's black eyelashes opened, and his crystal-like eyeballs rolled, "It looks good."

"Tch, what looks good?"

"Father, uncle, you look good."

Fu Jian clasped his arms chicly, leaning against the pillars of the pavilion, with a strange smile that seemed to be provocative.

Xuancheng threw the little man in his arms on the ground angrily, and Fu Jian quickly stepped forward to catch it, "Yo, brother, Xian'er is also your son, don't be so cruel."

"Bah, bah, what?"

"Didn't I adopt him to you yesterday?"

Xuancheng was speechless.

This serious rascal.

He is the emperor, and the emperor is of course a golden eloquence.

It seems that these two rascals will be inseparable from day to night in the future. I am most afraid that my son will imitate Lao Tzu's rascal style. Xuancheng really can't figure out how Fu Xian got into trouble with rascals at such a young age. , it seems that he should find a teacher for him early.

Back in the palace, the night had already fallen, and Xuancheng wanted to go to Chenglan Hall whatever he said, Fu Jian had no choice but to accompany his good brother, and dragged his family and brought the little man along with him.

The candlelight in Chenglan Hall was flickering, and the fiery red wintersweet outside the hall was particularly beautiful against the backdrop. The three of them stood behind the flower garden and looked at the shadows in the hall. I've studied Confucianism, so I won't go through such a toss, it looks like it's very hot inside."

Xuancheng's heart trembled, he seemed to have sensed something from his tone, who else could there be in Fu Hui's place.

Seeing that there were not even one or two palace guards outside the Chenglan Hall, his heart trembled unceasingly.

"Let's go back."

Fu Jian held his wrist, "Since you're here, let's go and have a look. It's not worth it if you miss a good scene."

Xuancheng looked at him in astonishment.

"It's okay, I won't blame him, he's full of blood."

After all, she really walked over softly. The moment she pushed the door open, Xuancheng prayed that she must not see any bad pictures.

But the scene that came into his sight really shocked him for a while.

In the huge hall, Lian Chengyi was dressed in red, holding a long sword, and slowly dancing the sword, and watching from one side was the quiet and modest Pingyuan Gong Fu Hui, who was always calm and steady, with his eyes fixed on him. Locked on the enchanting and colorful person, he didn't even notice that someone opened the door and came in.

Xuancheng's eyes widened. This picture seemed a bit harmonious, and a bit glamorous. Even the elegant figure in tailor-made clothes and the heroic sword dance just warmed the always elegant and quiet Fu Hui.

"Good, good." Fu Jian clapped his hands in praise.

"It's really good." He walked in slowly, "My dear son, I'm finally not bored anymore, even the tailor, I think it's a waste of your figure to accompany you in the Chenglan Hall, tomorrow you can go to the Mingguang Hall."

Fu Hui hurried forward to kneel and kowtow, "I pay homage to my father."

Lian Chengyi froze on the spot, he didn't react for a while, Xuancheng led Fu Xian into the hall, he looked around some halls with some embarrassing eyes.

"Lian Chengyi, why don't you come over to thank me." Fu Jian raised his voice.

"Father, I know my mistake, please don't do this, don't take Master Lian away."

Standing beside Fu Jian, Xuancheng said in a low voice, "Didn't you let them learn from each other? It's not a wasteful business to even dress up and dance swords."

"is it?"

Fu Jian dragged the ending meaningfully.

"Hui'er, is Young Master Lian beautiful?"

The kneeling man's head dropped to the ground, trembling and afraid to respond.

"Say."

"What are you doing so loudly? You scared Hui'er."

Fu Xian broke free from Xuancheng's hand, ran to the kneeling person, put his little hand on his brother's, and all of a sudden, Fu Hui slowly raised his eyes and stared at him in surprise.

"Brother Hui, don't be afraid."

"Father, let Brother Hui get up."

Xuancheng looked at Fu Jian's face, and his expression turned a little brighter, "Let Hui'er get up and answer."

"In that case, get up." Fu Jian said.

Fu Xian ran over and took Fu Jian's hand, "Brother Hui is a good man, good-looking."

Fu Jian was amused by him, "You, everyone says it's pretty, I'll teach you some other expressions someday."

"It's so late, your Chenglan Palace is quite lively, you really enjoyed yourself."

Fu Hui's face turned pink, and he didn't dare to speak to him, Lian Taiyi walked up to him generously, "Mr. Pingyuan, are you alright?"

Fu Hui shook his head.

"Father, please take your seat."

Fu Jian snorted coldly, took Xuancheng's hand and walked forward to take a seat. He looked around the hall and pointed, "You are in such a good mood, the beauty dances, and you won't be teaching tomorrow? How is your martial arts? ?”

Xuancheng said in a low voice, "Tomorrow is the second day of junior high school, too much learning and no teaching, it's a holiday."

Fu Jian glanced at him, that look clearly said that I don't know yet.

Fu Hui bowed and replied, "I'm currently practicing martial arts with Mr. Lian, but I'm stupid. Thanks to Mr. Lian, I only learned the basics."

Fu Jian's angry eyes fell on Lian Chengyi.

"Lian Chengyi, your figure is really good. Wouldn't it be a pity to let you stay in Chenglan Palace? How about going to Mingguang Palace to dance for me?"

Lian Taiyi solemnly said, "Your Majesty, you ordered Lian to teach Pingyuan to practice martial arts. Lian has not completed his mission and dare not resist the order."

"Have you resisted too few imperial edicts?"

"Lian doesn't understand what His Majesty said."

"You're right if you don't understand." Fu Jian murmured in a low voice.

Xuancheng looked at the two people below, and then at the person with a bad face, and seemed to understand something. To this day, he is still wary of Lian Taiyi.

"Brother Huang, since you have allowed the two of them to study together, don't be suspicious anymore, let's not interfere with them anymore, Hui'er is a smart person, he knows how to study, well, I'm here tonight, I wanted to do something serious, but you interrupted me."

"Why did I bother you?" Fu Jian retorted.

"Stop talking."

Fu Jian obediently kept his mouth shut.

"Hui'er, I plan to let Xian'er learn from you, are you willing to teach him?"

Fu Hui was taken aback for a moment, and then said, "Xian'er is my younger brother, so my nephew is willing."

"Okay, then let Xian'er study with you. You teach him Confucianism, learn more Confucian classics, don't let someone lead you into trouble all day long, it's just a rogue style."

Fu Jian couldn't speak, and murmured in his heart, "I, why did I become a scoundrel?" Are you calling yourself up or not, no one said it clearly.

"Uncle, my nephew would be happy to teach Brother Xian, but Brother Xian is still young and his studies are boring, I'm afraid he won't be able to sit still."

"It doesn't matter. You have Lian Taiyi by your side. You two coax him together. It's not easy to learn something."

What is this talking about? Fu Hui and Lian Taiyi were confused when they met each other.

Fu Jian suppressed his smile, leaned into Xuancheng's ear and whispered, "You are asking someone to take care of the child, and you said that I messed up the mandarin ducks. I think you are just as confused."

Xuancheng glared at him sideways, "You are not allowed to speak."

Fu Hui had no choice but to agree, and Fu Xian ran up to him and hugged his legs, "Brother Hui, you can teach me now."

Xuancheng smiled gratifiedly, it's so kind, Fu Jian's sons are so kind and harmonious.

Fu Jian stood up and stretched out his hand, "Let's go, brother, let's go back."

Xuancheng paused for a moment, but still put his hand on it.

When the two walked past Fu Hui and Lian Taiyi, Xuancheng looked at Fu Hui with expectant eyes, but Fu Jian looked at Lian Taiyi with resentment, "I never forgive you."

"I hope His Majesty will clarify what Lian did wrong."

Fu Jian looked away, gritted his teeth and smiled dryly, "No, no, you are fine."