Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

In a blink of an eye, it's New Year's Eve, and it's another birthday.

This year's birthday was a bit chilly.

None of Fu's family came, because Fu Jian came alone, and he took no one with him, even throwing his favorite Fu Xian to Fu Hui.

The two were blowing the cold wind on the Ming Tower, but when night fell, Fu Jian and Xuan Cheng flew to the top of Mount Li.

A few days ago, a snowfall fell, covering Wangmei Pavilion with a thick layer of plain white, standing in a vast expanse of whiteness, and the moonlight shining down, like a fairyland outside the world.

"I want to do something, will you support me?"

Xuan Cheng said, "You don't have to say it, no matter what you do, I will support it."

He knew that this day would still come.

"Jing Lue once stopped me."

"Prime Minister Wang has passed away."

"But he said that if I do this, it may not be successful. I miss him very much, but he will never come back to me again."

"Everything is possible, let alone a dead person's words?"

However, there was a strong sense of resistance in Xuancheng's body, and he kept warning himself not to indulge Fu Jian like this.

Xuancheng pillowed his face on the stone table in the pavilion, it was instantly cold to the bone, Fu Jian held his face up with his hands, and looked at it carefully, "You were not like this before."

"Then tell me, what was I like in the past?"

Fu Jian held his face, and the place where his fingers touched was slippery, "About 13 years ago, you always opposed me at that time, no, you also often opposed me 4 years ago, but since Duke Changle captured Xiangyang After that, you will change, and you will no longer oppose me."

Xuancheng asked back, "Can I stop you?"

Fu Jian was startled, then shook his head.

"That's it. No matter what I say, I can't stop you. Why should I bother? No matter what you say or ask me to do, I will do it."

"Why?" Fu Jian asked.

"Why are you doing this now?"

Xuan Cheng said, "Because there is only one Fu Jian in this world, and I only have one elder brother."

Putting him in his arms, Fu Jian sighed, "Okay, regardless of success or failure, let's do it. If you don't try, how do you know you won't succeed?"

"I want to ask you a question."

"Say it."

"Do you have any enmity with your own people?"

Fu Jian was puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"If you don't have enmity, why do you treat foreigners leniently and be strict with your own people? I always thought that you have a deep hatred with your own people. You can beat your own people with a whip. You don't even blink your eyes when you kill a Di person." , would give swords to his own sons, and would fight against his younger brothers, but you would never be so foreign to foreigners. In fact, I never understood why you did this. Maybe, I don’t understand you. I am your younger brother. I don’t know you well, but I still think that you are a person with severe split personality. If you say that the biggest mistake in your life, I don’t think it’s Afa’s death, nor what you did to Murong Chong, but your mistake. I was not born in a Han family, but became a minority."

When Xuancheng said these words, Fu Jian fell silent.

There was a long silence between the two.

"Actually, you know it very well, don't you?"

"Clear what?"

"Kuan and the five tribes, you know the harm caused by letting the Xianbei and Qiang people go, but you can't do it. These people are ambitious and have ulterior motives, and you have no good intentions. Such brave people as Murong Chui and Yao Chang, You want theirs. If they surrender to the Jin Dynasty, the harm to Daqin will be immeasurable, but your heart does not allow you to kill people. If you kill all these outsiders, I can tell you something As a result, Daqin may last for a long time, or it may fall into chaos immediately. The descendants of the Fu family will live in hatred, just like Shi Hu, Ran Min, and Murong, slaughtering each other endlessly and endlessly. I I will tell you about a great historical figure. Of course you don’t know it. His name is Genghis Khan. He succeeded. The ethnic conflicts that you couldn’t solve were easily solved by him. Do you know what the method is? Massacre, yes, that’s it Two words. But he is not you, and you will never be him. Therefore, your unique approach is to sacrifice your own clansmen to benefit outsiders. Now Chang'an is empty, full of foreigners, and the social and ethnic conflicts in Daqin cannot be eased. , Daqin has a population of 700 million, Han people 300 million, Hu people accounted for 400 million, and the Di people who are the ruling class are only 100 million. You know the household registration and population of Daqin, you are more than me I can see the profound problem here. We can only weaken them through foreign wars, but on the battlefield, will these foreigners willingly sacrifice their lives for us? Perhaps there will be another kind of destructive possibility, in foreign wars Among them, what we weaken is only our Di people, but it will increase the number of foreigners such as Xianbei and Qiang, thus destroying our family. Although your goal is not the 400 million Hu people, but the more than 300 million Han people, But the Han people will not hate us, because Jin abandoned them, we saved them, but we destroyed the country of these Hu people."

"So you still don't support me?"

"No, I support you. I support you. The only way to alleviate social and ethnic conflicts is through continuous foreign wars, because China is a multi-ethnic country. Our population is too small to rule the country. Only the gentry can be brought back. It is true orthodox, but those gentry are all in the Jin Dynasty. As long as the Jin Dynasty exists, the Han people in the Great Qin will not feel at ease. One day, the country will always have only one master, so we can't just wait for death and become king Defeated bandits, we can only be considered orthodox if we destroy the Jin Dynasty."

Xuan Cheng's voice fell to the ground, a warm kiss fell on the cold forehead, the heat was burning in the ear, full of temptation, "I want you so much..."

But I can't make the same mistake a second time.

Fu Jian couldn't lose his younger brother anymore, he didn't dare to overstep even a weak physical contact.

"I support you, but there is one thing you must promise me."

"what's up?"

"In any case, we can't go south to invade the Jin Dynasty. Let's put it this way, because once this war has no way out, people in later generations will belittle us as a national aggression, not a unified war. We are a minority. You can't invade the Han people, so this war can only be initiated by the people of the Jin Dynasty, can you promise me this?"

"How should we respond, you want Xie An to attack us?"

"No, it's not the Xie family, it's the Huan family. Maybe the Xie family will unite with the Huan family."

Fu Jian was silent.

"You believe me."

Fu Jian said, "I believe in you."

Xuancheng said, "If there hadn't been this eternal war between Qin and Jin, Great Qin would still fall apart after you die, and the crown prince can't keep these foreigners in check."

"You are the emperor's younger brother. If I die, only you can inherit the throne of Daqin."

"But brother, if you die, do you think I'll still be alive?"

One word awakened the dreamer, and Fu Jian stared blankly into Xuancheng's eyes, speechless for a moment.

"Me too." He promised.

Xuancheng leaned against his heart and listened quietly to the solid and powerful heartbeat. The person above kept murmuring, "I have rarely been sad in my life, and I have rarely shed tears. I cried once when Alpha died. , Mother insisted on killing him, I couldn't save him, when I said goodbye to him in Dongtang, he hugged my body to comfort me, he wanted me to live a good life and support this country, he said he never regretted being with me As a brother, you know, back then I wanted to let him take the throne, he was my only elder brother, but he elected me, just because I am a legitimate son, so I should take this responsibility, I dare not be called emperor, Because I am always afraid that Alpha will blame me. After all, he died because of me. If one day you die, I think I will cry and be sad, but I will wait for you to return. I don’t believe that you will abandon me cruelly. Go first, I have already lost my elder brother, and I cannot lose my only younger brother."

Xuancheng's heart was in great pain.

How can he save Fu Jian.

In the battle of Feishui, Fu Rong must die, and Fu Jian must be defeated.

But if there was no Battle of Feishui, wouldn't these foreigners definitely not betray Fu Jian?Will Daqin really prosper forever?

As Lian Taiyi once said, is there anyone in this world who will live forever?Everyone's destination is ultimately death.

Xuancheng raised his eyes to look into Fu Jian's eyes, and said pitifully, "Don't think so, Alpha won't blame you and blame you, and I won't leave before you, as we said, we must live and die together , to live and die at the same point."

Fu Jian was speechless and could only hug him tighter. That night, they sat hugging each other at the Wangmei Pavilion on Lishan Mountain.

382 A.D. was finally over, and history moved forward to 383 A.D., the 18th year of the Great Qin Dynasty Jianyuan. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, when the Shangyuan Festival was celebrated in the north and south of the Yangtze River, Chang'an also became lively. On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, Fu Jian and Xuancheng, as well as Fu Hui, Fu Xian, Lian Chengyi, Fu Lang, and Chun Zhan went out of the palace in plain clothes to visit the folk lantern festival.

The East City of Chang'an City is crowded with people, with red lights and green lights, and pedestrians on the street rushing shoulder to shoulder. Fu Jian took Xuancheng's hand and walked ahead to open the way, and the juniors followed closely behind. Fu Xian was seven years old. Under Hui's careful teaching, he has grown up a lot, and he speaks and acts like a little adult, very sophisticated, but he is very attached to Tailor. In his words, "Brother Lian is very beautiful, I like beauties." Lian Taiyi Holding his hand, the smile on Fu Hui's face was very embarrassing. Although he would not be angry, he was always unhappy when his younger brother robbed a beauty, so he went to talk to Fu Lang homely.

"Brother Lang, when are you going back to Qingzhou?"

Fu Lang shook his head, "I don't know, His Majesty hasn't ordered me to return to Qingzhou."

"It would be nice if we didn't go back."

"Why, Brother Hui doesn't want me to go back?"

Fu Hui breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Our family seldom gets together. I don't know when we can get together lively, just like the gatherings of people in the Han Dynasty."

"I think so too. The population of our Fu family is too small. What Brother Hui said is exactly what I thought. I don't quite understand why His Majesty wants to disperse the members of the Fu family?"

"Father always has his own reasons for doing things, brother Lang, but you know, I always feel that it is not a good thing for father to disperse our Fu clan. Of course, I don't want you to leave Chang'an, and those of us relative."

Fu Lang lowered his voice and said, "Brother Hui, have you ever heard a sentence?"

"What?"

Fu Lang saw that the several people in front of him were far away from him, so he whispered, "Adezhi, Adezhi, Bo Lao's old father was Qiu Sui, with a long tail and short wings and could not fly. , who should speak in a timely manner.”

Fu Hui was stunned, "Isn't this the nursery rhymes in Chang'an City?"

"Although it is a nursery rhyme, it originated from the palace. Brother Hui, have you ever heard of Zhao Zheng, an eunuch beside His Majesty?"

"There is such a person beside the father, he is a happy person, what's wrong?"

"This nursery rhyme was sung by Zhao Zheng, and it was spread in Chang'an City. Everyone around His Majesty could see it that way. I don't understand why His Majesty laughed and refused to accept it? Brother Hui, you are His Majesty's most important parent and child. You should persuade him I advise Your Majesty, even if the Xianbei and Qiang people are not relocated, Your Majesty should not scatter our Di people to Fangzhen. The city of Chang’an is full of foreigners, but my Fu family is scattered everywhere. If this ballad is fulfilled, your Majesty will go Rely on who?"

Fu Hui's face was clouded with worry, "Brother Lang, do you think I don't want to persuade Father? In July last year, Father ordered his elder brother Chang Le Gong to lead three thousand households to the east of Yecheng. Brother Xian and I both persuaded After that, the crown prince also persuaded him, but it was of no avail in the end, as you said, father just laughed it off."

"I don't want you to leave, and I don't want my people to be scattered in the frontier counties. But for some reason, the emperor won't oppose the father now. I remember that in the past, he would persuade the father to do anything. The father Always smiling and not answering, brother Lang, why do you think this is? Do you believe in prophecy?"

Fu Lang looked at him in bewilderment, didn't answer immediately, but nodded after a while, "A word is a prophecy, some words may come true once spoken, so we just need to keep it in our hearts."

Fu Hui reflected on his words, and nodded half-understood.