Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Life should come back, and death should be Sauvignon Blanc.

Fu Jian, I am dead, how will you miss me?

Do you know what kind of concept is long?

One thousand 640 years.

I am waiting for you in Nanjing.

You are waiting for me by the Feishui River.

The two places are only a few hundred miles away, but they are separated by more than 1000 years.

Xuancheng laughed in his heart, come on, Fu Jian doesn't miss you, all he misses is his precious brother, how does he know who Xuancheng is, he can't even remember your name.

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Xuancheng visited Murongchui again.

This time he went with a sincere heart, perhaps, among the Murong family, only Murong Chui is the most admired by Xuancheng, even though he is a cunning old fox.

Although Murong Wei is the lord of the country, he is fatuous and incompetent, weak and timid, and does not discern loyalty from traitors. It was he who destroyed Murong's Yan Kingdom with his own hands.

Murong Chong was sinister, vicious, bloodthirsty, cruel, and psychopathic. He forced Fu Jian to death again, and Xuancheng's pity for him at the beginning turned into resentment.

Murong Yong is stern and uncommon, but he is too much like a chivalrous swordsman. It seems that he is born to be a master of martial arts, rather than being involved in the grievances of these countries. A person like him, who is obsessed with morality, will often lead to the destruction of a country.

Only Murong Chui, he is old and cunning, he can't bear it, he hides all his ambitions in his heart, no one can find out, he is so loyal, but he can't deceive Xuancheng, because Xuancheng came from a thousand years ago. China after 640.

However, he is indeed a hero in the troubled times of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms.

He and Fu Jian, if they didn't have different surnames and different races, then they would definitely become bosom friends.

Murong Chui respected Xuancheng, after all there was no hatred between them, only kindness, although Xuancheng could not understand him.

So this time, Murong Chui ordered people to cook tea and snow tops, and the aroma permeated the whole space, as if he was in a vast white sea of ​​fragrant snow, surrounded by countless plum blossoms and roses, all fiery red.

Xuancheng accepted his friendship, gently picked up the teacup, inhaled slightly, the aroma immediately entered the nostrils, took a sip, at first it was tasteless and bland, after a while, the fragrance wafted through the nose, making people forget.

"Mr. Yang Ping came here today, I don't know why?"

"Drink tea." Xuancheng laughed.

Murong Chui was taken aback for a moment, "Oh, is that so? Lord Yang Ping still has such leisure?"

"Judging from your tone, you seem to have no leisure time."

"Your Majesty has appointed me as the deputy general beside Lord Yangping, and I will go out with you as a forward. Our days in Chang'an are numbered."

"Are you nostalgic for Chang'an?"

Murong Chui shook his head, but nodded again after a while, "I am grateful to Your Majesty for taking me in."

"Your hometown is in Yecheng, why do you miss Chang'an? This time, maybe you will never have to go back to this place that you both love and hate."

"Mr. Yangping was joking, why do I hate this place?"

Xuancheng put down the teacup, but raised it up again, playing with it in his hands, "You don't seem to have faced my problem, anyway, I just ask you one thing, this expedition, you must protect the emperor's brother well, then, even if After 640 years, I will respect you and respect you. If you betray him, even after 640 years, even if I become a demon, I will haunt you, including your children and grandchildren. And your eldest son, Murong Ling, died at the hands of the Murong clan's own people."

The teacup that Murong Chui was dragging slipped down, fell to the ground with a bang, and shattered. He stared at Xuan Cheng in horror, "You, aren't you Yang Pinggong?"

"I'm."

"But I have experienced everything, those funerals, your heart, you can't lie to me, even though I can't change this cruel history, my soul that has been floating for a thousand and 640 years can still protect some people."

Xuan Cheng stared at Murong Chui's eyes that were calm in the past and now a little terrified, gritted his teeth and said, "I would rather die than let Fu Jian live, do you understand?"

Murong Chui couldn't answer, Xuancheng put the teacup on the table in front of him, and said quietly, "You Murong clan can kill each other, and brothers betray each other, it's because you are too prolific, God favors you Murong clan, It’s okay for you to lose one elder brother and one younger brother, but we can’t do it. If one of us dies, we will have to perish. Fu Jian can’t die, but I can die. It's my favorite brother, Murong Chui, you must promise me."

Murong Chui's eyes were a little distracted, he actually knelt down, bowed towards Xuancheng as if being pulled by some mysterious force, "I promise you."

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Time passed quickly, and it flew to August in a blink of an eye, and midsummer came.

Fu Jian arranged everything.

He is waiting for a day.

an auspicious day.

The cavalry of the Hexi tribe gathered in Bashang, and Hexi Jilun came to deliver to Fu Jian, but Fu Jian did not accept it.

"Your Majesty? What does this mean?"

Even a resolute and brave person like Hexi Jilun still has moments of puzzlement.

Fu Jian greeted him on Bashang, the summer wind was blowing towards his face, it was warm on his face, and warm like the sun in his heart.

"You are with me."

Hexi Jilun let out an ah, stunned, "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

"What I mean is that these 87 cavalry will be commanded by you and me."

Hexi Jilun's reaction at the next moment was too funny, he even hugged his arms. He, a tall grassland Haidongqing, turned into a pretty daughter-in-law when he heard these words.

Fu Jian took the whip in his hand, "You have trained the horse, and I have trained the horse. I want to compare with you, which one of you and I has trained the horse is more obedient."

"I heard that you once whipped your people to death with a horsewhip." Hexi Jilun put down his hands and put on a serious face.

"What about you? Have you ever done it?" Fu Jian asked him with raised eyebrows, playing with the whip in his hand.

"I will not use the whip on my own people, the whip in my hand will only be whipped on the enemy."

"I tell you, I will never tame a fierce horse that kicks, or even a wild horse that kicks people. I have a sword in my sleeve, which is called Phoenix Blood. It can be long or short. It was ordered by my grandfather to forge the sword. It was passed on to my father and king after it was forged and sacrificed to the mountains and rivers, and then it was passed on to me. For the fierce horse, I will use the blood of the phoenix and kill it with a single sword. Taming the fierce horse is a painful thing."

"Is there anything painful about you?"

Fu Jian thought for a while and said, "Yes."

Hexi Jilun paused, and said in a firm tone, "Okay, I'll be with you."

As he said, he offered the cavalry of the Hexi clan, and he wanted to attack Jiankang for Fu Jian, for his Han Chinese complex, but he never thought that one day Fu Jian would go with him, and it would be just the two of them lonely companion.

Fu Jian appointed Yao Chang as envoy, governor of the military forces in Liangzhou, Yizhou. On the fifth day of August, there were sporadic raindrops. Fu Jian saw Yao Chang off in the rain. Just outside Chang'an, there was a man standing behind him. The generals, but they didn't show much generosity. On the contrary, they were not moved by Fu Jian's move, because Yao Chang liked to laugh too much, and his smile was very annoying, and his speech was also annoying, like a local hooligan.

For example, at this moment, when everyone was staring at them, Yao Chang grinned again, hehehe, "Your Majesty."

Fu Jian patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "What are you laughing at?"

"What do I think His Majesty thinks of me? Love me so much."

Fu Jian was astonished, "You, this..."

"When His Majesty saved me from Fu Huangmei, I thought His Majesty had taken a fancy to me?"

Fu Jian said, "I've taken a fancy to you, but it's not what you said. You and I belong to the same clan. Our two clans should have been friends for generations, but we have a feud because of trivial things. I hope this feud will be between you and me." I have never given the name of Longxiang to others. You made great contributions to accompanying the emperor's younger brother to Shu, and I think you are destined to come to Shu. Today I will see you off in person. I hope that after you enter Shu, I will guard this place, and don't let me down."

Yao Chang blinked, as if something was hidden in the deep eye sockets, he paused for a while before saying, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely live up to the grace of God."

Posting it boldly again, Fu Jian looked at him calmly, and everyone turned their faces away behind him, cursing this rascal in their hearts.

Unexpectedly, he just said something in a whisper, and after finishing speaking, he bowed respectfully to Fu Jian, bowed three times in a row, finally got up, and then resolutely got on his horse and left.

Fu Jian looked at his back, an unpredictable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, finally, the back disappeared, and Fu Jian also turned his head.

That night, Fu Jian watched the moon with the royal family in Zhenghe Hall, and he was in a good mood, so he ordered Shi Fu to come and play the zither for fun.

Chun Zhanzhi also came, and he came to paint, earnestly drawing with a brush. The protagonists in the painting are everyone in the Zhenghe Palace tonight, including Fu Jian, Empress Xun and the princes.

This is a group photo.

This was the only time when Xuancheng saw Fu Jian being gentle to Empress Xun. Empress Xun was a beautiful, gentle, kind, indifferent and tolerant person, and she was also the only one who really understood Fu Jian.

"I'm leaving, do you want to go?"

"You take Zhang Lingran away."

"Won't you come with me?"

"You don't need me to go."

"You are like this again, how do you know that I don't need you to go?"

"Your sons are all in Chang'an."

"So you're watching them at home?"

Empress Xun nodded.

"Okay, you watch them and wait for me."

Fu Jian turned around and asked Zhang Lingran, "Madam, do you want to go south with me to Jiankang?"

Zhang Lingran said, "Your Majesty should know that my concubine has always opposed you."

Fu Jian hit a wall again, his queen and wife were unwilling to go south with him, and of course, none of his sons would go south.

Therefore, Fu Jian came to pester his precious brother.

Xuancheng looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky, and said, "I am willing."

Fu Jian took his precious brother's hand and swore to Mingyue, "Okay, let's go to Jiankang together."

Chun Zhanzhi captured such a picturesque scene at the right time, and Sa Sa picked up a pen to outline the two people in the long scroll. He did not tell Fu Jian, nor did he tell anyone present. He took the picture scroll alone, and his senior brother , must be required.

No matter how beautiful the scene is, there is a moment to disperse. In the middle of the night, the family finally ended this untimely gathering.