Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

Mingguang Palace is Fu Jian's bedroom, usually very few people come in, but Xuan City stepped in generously, Nan'an saw that it was him, and didn't stop him, Fu Jian was reading the memorial, and saw him when he raised his eyes, Then he said, "Oh, the emperor is here."

Nan An took the mat and handed it over, Xuancheng sat down, and Nan An withdrew wisely.

"Fu Jian." He called out as soon as he opened his mouth.

Fu Jian put down the memorial in his hand, and glanced at him, "Are you rude again? Name my name?"

Xuancheng giggled, "How can you be polite here? Let me ask you, are you planning to celebrate my birthday this year?"

Fu Jian nodded, "En."

"No more preparations."

"Oh, why?"

Fu Jian looked at him, saw that he wasn't joking, and said to him seriously, "I give you a birthday party every year during Chinese New Year, why not organize it this year? Don't you like it?"

Xuancheng grabbed his wrist and said in a good voice, "Brother Emperor, you see, we just used troops against the Yan Kingdom a few days ago, and now the treasury is tight. For the military, these family and private matters can be saved as much as possible."

"Are you okay? Brother Huang?"

Fu Jian teased him, "You really don't want to do it?"

"I really can't do it." Xuancheng affirmed.

"We saved money and refilled the national treasury, and the foreign wars will go much smoother in the future. Brother Huang, let me skip my birthday banquet this year. I'm tired of doing it once a year."

"Really tired?" He dragged out the word "tired" a little too long.

Xuancheng couldn't hear the meaning in his tone, but felt a little weird, when he looked at Fu Jian's eyes, something flashed in those dark eyes.

Xuancheng was stunned, could it be that he,,

"No, Brother Huang, yes,, oh, no,," he stammered a few times like this but failed to utter a complete sentence.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

"Hey, forget it, let's keep the family banquet, and don't want this palace banquet, anyway, I'm not used to it."

Fu Jian looked at him, and kept looking at him without moving his eyes away. After a while, Xuancheng still felt the gaze on his face, and he felt his face was getting hot. Glancing secretly, "You?"

Fu Jian's face suddenly changed, and he became serious, and he suddenly said, "Murong Chui is coming."

what?Murong Chui?

Xuancheng's mind turned quickly. In the winter month of 369 AD, the former Yan general Murong Chui came to surrender with his family.

It turned out that the guest of Yan State that Ming Yue mentioned was Murong Chui.

"You agree?"

Fu Jian pondered for a while, then said, "Well, Murong Chui is a rare general, since he is here, I will treat him with courtesy."

Xuancheng understands that this year's palace banquet is not only for his own birthday, but more importantly, it is also for the arrival of Murong Chui. He was squeezed out everywhere in the country of Yan, and the rulers of the country of Yan persecuted the generals, causing them to be incompetent and cowardly to control the court. Murong Chui had no choice but to join Fu Jian.

But, will those things in history really happen?

Those from the Murong family.

Xuancheng didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Now, he could only ask Fu Jian, "What if you disagree?"

"Do you think I will refuse?"

"No, I think you refuse."

Fu Jian was surprised, "You don't want him to come."

Xuancheng lowered his head, "Forget it, since you agreed, let him come, anyway, he is not an important person."

"What did you say?" Fu Jian didn't hear his whisper clearly, and asked him, "What important person?"

"Nothing."

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Fu Jian agreed to cancel this year's palace banquet. Since Xuancheng said he wanted to save money, he followed suit.

However, the decoration in the mansion is booming. Red lanterns and colored papers are hung on the promenade. The snow outside is thickly covered, but the charcoal fire in the house is burning vigorously and warmly.

Xuancheng went to Jingge to read books for a few days.

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, Mingyue ran over and said, "Duke Yang Ping, Your Majesty is here."

Xuancheng put the book on the desk, looked at the snow-white area outside, "He's really here."

Before the words fell to the ground, Fu Jian's thick voice rang in his ears, "Imperial brother."

Xuancheng came out of the quiet pavilion and met Fu Jian's joyful face, "Imperial brother, congratulations, you are one year older."