Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Back at Mingguang Palace, there was no villain around, Xuancheng suddenly felt that something was missing. For more than half a month, they got used to keeping Fu Xian by their side, and even slept on the same bed day and night .

Xuancheng looked at Fu Jian for a while and said, "You seem to have lost something."

"what?"

"Your son."

Fu Jian suddenly said, "Oh, yes, but I didn't lose it, you lost it." He leaned close to him, wrapped one hand around Xuancheng's waist, and stared directly at Xuancheng, "Say, don't you?" You deliberately?"

"What, talking nonsense." Although he refused to admit it life and death, Xuancheng's heart was broken. Fu Jian was right. He just wanted Fu Hui to teach Fu Xian Confucianism. children's.

Fu Jian picked him up by the waist, walked towards the bed a few steps, "Xian'er is gone, we can finally have a good night's sleep."

Xuancheng looked up at him, only to see that there was something different in his eyes that were always like spring breeze at this moment, as if he was reminiscing about something, he was in a trance for a while, and he said to himself, "I really want, I really want Take him as my own, but I can't, he wants him to come back to life, even if he refuses to agree to me, or betrays me, I just want him to come back to life,..."

What Xuancheng listened to was even more ignorant.

So, he could only tightly cover Fu Jian's hand, "Yes, he will come back to life."

Fu Jian and him had nothing wrong with each other, they fell asleep together, and their relationship was as pure as a piece of white paper.

On the sixth day, everything returned to normal in the middle school, the court meeting continued, and all political affairs were carried out in an orderly manner.

Chun Zhanzhi and Fu Lang came to visit, and the three of them were enjoying flowers and painting in the backyard of Ganquan Palace. Chun Zhanzhi was painting, and Xuancheng was enjoying the flowers. Falling on those flower branches, I don't know whether to enjoy the flowers or take a rest.

"Uncle Emperor, I have some stories here. I would like to ask Uncle Pope to compile them into a book?"

It was Fu Lang who said this. He was very respectful to Fu Jianxuancheng, and he never seemed to care about Fu Luo's affairs back then. He handed over some scattered papers, and Xuancheng held them in his hand.

Fu Jian said that when Fu Lang served as governor of Qingzhou, he was fond of classics and books, talked about Xuanxuan, and climbed mountains and rivers. His ambition was not to govern a state, but to compile literary classics and history.

Of course, this is not a simple plaything.

Talking about metaphysics is similar to those hermits who retreated to the mountains and bamboo forests in the Jin Dynasty.

"There are some people in Zheng who escaped from the summer heat under a lonely forest. The shadow of the sun shifted, and they moved to the groin to escape from the shade. At dusk, they turned their seats under the tree. When the shadow of the moon shifted, they moved to the groin again to escape from the shade, and suffered from dew. It dampens the body. The yin is overcast, and the body is over wet. It is skillful in using the day and clumsy in using the evening."

"Lang'er, what is this?"

"The people of Zheng are running away from the heat."

Fu Lang said, "When I was in Qingzhou, I visited the people and got it from the mouths of the people. I think this story has taught us some truths, and it should be compiled into a book to teach future generations."

Xuancheng immediately sat up from the ground, and read the full text in an upright manner. His expression became serious, and Fu Lang was looking forward to his reply.

"Talk about it." Xuancheng said solemnly.

"The people of Zheng escaped from the summer heat. There was a man in the state of Zheng who was enjoying the shade under an independent tree. As the sun moved in the sky, the shadow of the tree moved on the ground. He also moved his bed with the shadow of the tree. At dusk, he put The bed mat was placed under the big tree. The moon moved in the sky, and the shadow of the tree moved on the ground. He moved his bed mat with the shadow of the tree, but suffered from being wet with dew. The shadow of the tree moved farther and farther away, and he The body is also getting wet and wet. It is very clever to use during the day, but it is quite clumsy to use at night. Fu Lang believes that this story teaches future generations to adapt to changes, not to act according to experience, and not to stick to the rules. "

Xuan Cheng nodded, "You are right."

"Uncle Huang thinks that Zheng people are escaping the summer heat, and I'm right?"

"No. Of course, your opinion is correct. What I want to say is that your idea of ​​compiling these stories into a book, I think, is a great move. Our Fu family has lived in the Central Plains for decades. The literary achievements of the clan, the emperor once said that you are a thousand-mile horse, now it seems that he is right."

Fu Lang smiled faintly. When he laughed, his light blue eyes shone slightly. Xuan Cheng was stunned for a moment, and Chun Zhanzhi poked his arm, "Hey, Mr. Yang Ping, go on, Lang There are also many stories collected there, and it will take some work to compile them into a collection."

Xuancheng was in a trance. The Fu family came from Longnan and had contact with the Hu people in the Western Regions. After the former Qin entered the Central Plains, they began to Sinicize and intermarried with the Han people. The Hu people and the Han people lived on an equal footing. Xuancheng has seen it before, he looks vigorous and powerful, and is extraordinary in martial arts, but Fu Lang has no martial spirit.

Xuancheng smiled awkwardly, "Okay, Lang'er, you can continue."

"There is a person in the state of Zhou who likes leather clothes and pays attention to gourmet food. If he wants to make valuable leather clothes, he discusses with the fox for its fur; if he wants to make delicious food like sacrificial mutton, he discusses with the sheep for its meat. The words are not finished. , the foxes fled to the foot of the heavy hill one by one, and the sheep hid in the deep forest. Therefore, this Zhou man could not make a leather coat in ten years, and could not make a banquet in five years. Why? ? Zhou people's scheme is wrong!"

Xuancheng looked at the written story on the paper in his hand, "People in Zhou love fur and love rare delicacies. If they want fur for thousands of gold, they seek fur from foxes; Seek out the delicacy. Before the word is finished, the fox flees under the heavy hills, and the sheep hides in the deep forest. Therefore, Zhou people do not make a fur for ten years, and do not have a prison for five years. What? The Zhou people's plan That's it!"

"Uncle Emperor, the name of this story is Seeking Skin from a Tiger."

Xuancheng was once again amazed that the story of seeking fur with the fox came from Fu Lang's mouth.

"Uncle, look at the next one."

"Taigong Juan has been fishing in Yinxi for fifty-six years, but he has never caught a single fish. Lu Lian heard about it and went to see how he fished. Taigong Juan knelt on the hidden cliff of the stone and fished without bait. As for the release pole, the cliff where its knees are located is like a mortar, and its tarsus touches the cliff like a road. Lu Lian said, "The main purpose of fishing is fish. How can we fish without fish?" "Taigong said," don't you see King Kang's father fishing for evil?I read that Penglai fished the giant sea, and cast the pole to throw the dragon. It has been 500 years, and I have never caught a fish.

"This is the story of the grandfather fishing."

"Exactly, Uncle Emperor, these are all the things I got from visiting the folks when I was in Qingzhou. I don't think these stories should be left behind."

"Qi Jinggong is a good horse, and he ordered someone who is good at drawing pictures to visit him. The price of a hundred horses is not available in a year. The image is too real. Today, even if a king who loves virtuous people, archaeological records are used to find his person, even if he waits for a hundred years, he will not be able to do so. That's right." Xuancheng turned over one page and put it on the ground, then picked up the next one, some of the stories written in the article were familiar from ancient times and modern times, and some were seldom seen. From this, it can be known that when Fu Lang was in Qingzhou, , Concentrate on studying the scriptures, talk about metaphysics without letting go of the scroll, and the purpose of climbing mountains and wading.

Xuancheng has always said that people have their own ambitions, and no one can force another to do something.

Fu Jian recruited Fu Lang to be the governor of Qingzhou, but Fu Lang was interested in mountains and rivers and had no intention of political affairs, so rather than saying that he didn't care about Fu Luo's affairs back then, it would be better to say that he felt that Fu Luo was to blame, which had nothing to do with his mountains and rivers ambitions. contrary.

"Shengpo heavy wheel, heaven and earth shine together, it's beyond the power of the sun and the moon." Fu Lang said while picking up the scattered papers and handing them to Xuancheng.

Xuancheng said, "Just do what Langer wants, and you can go ahead and do it."

"Hey, Lord Yangping is finally relieved of my nephew."

"Uncle Master." Fu Lang said, "Uncle Huang has always treated me very well."

Chun Zhanzhi's smiling eyes narrowed into a line, "Oh, really?"

Xuancheng grabbed his arm and beat him, "Let you talk nonsense, when did I be harsh on my nephew, you have nothing to do, right?"

"Oh, I don't dare, I don't dare, Lang'er, hurry up and save my uncle."

Fu Lang smiled indifferently, and didn't step forward to help, Chun Zhanzhi committed the crime on his own, he was sowing discord, and he deserved the beating.

One day passed quickly. After discussing with Fu Lang, Xuancheng finally decided to compile the story written by Fu Lang into a book called "Fu Zi". Fu Zi signed the book and signed it with Fu Lang. On the same day, it will be concluded by the preface of the royal family of Fu family.

Xuancheng told Fu Jian about this, and Fu Jian was very happy, he had favored his cousin's son for a long time, even though Fu Luo supported Fu Jian and threatened Fu Jian, even if Fu Jian and Fu Luo were incompatible with each other, but He had high hopes for Fu Lang from beginning to end. Even though Fu Lang had no intention of becoming an official, he still recruited people. At this time, he traveled thousands of miles to order him to go to Beijing. Xuancheng still couldn't see through Fu Jian.

He originally thought he understood Fu Jian, but as time passed, he realized that he didn't.

At the beginning of March, the spring in Chang'an City was bright and white clouds were in the sky. Fu Jian invited Xuancheng to go on a spring outing to Shanglin Garden when he was free.

Thinking about it this way, it seems that I haven't seen Lu Guang for three months, what is he doing.

In the first year of junior high school, Fu Jian said that Lu Guang went to kneel outside the Mingguang Hall for a long time, and he did nothing wrong, so why did he kneel?

Xuancheng never understood why Lu Guang was alienated from him. Even if he took the post of prime minister today, Xuancheng had no complaints. He was so loyal to Fu Jian that he should be entrusted with a heavy responsibility.

So in the middle of March, when Fu Jian invited Xuancheng, Fu Lang, Chun Zhanzhi, and Lian Chengyi to drink and enjoy the spring together at the Zhenghe Palace, Xuancheng was amazed by the arrival of an unexpected guest.

Zhenghe Hall is a side hall of Weiyang Palace. It is a two-story tower. It is generally used to receive foreign envoys. After the 62 kingdoms of the Western Regions came to the dynasty, Fu Jian hosted a banquet in the Zhenghe Hall.

In a trance, Xuancheng realized that the people received in Zhenghe Palace this time were also extraordinary.