Fu Jian was quiet, and then slowly said, "Brother, I may have done something wrong in this matter, but I have always considered the need for peace between the people of the two countries, and I cut down Yan to seek unity. I don't fight, it's also for the sake of unity, and whether I fight or not, I think for the sake of all the people in the world, brother, you will understand me, won't you?"
Xuancheng was forced to have nothing to say by him again.
Fu Jian took his shoulders and looked him in the eyes, "Brother, you always say that the country is governed by benevolence and love, benevolence and justice are the foundation, and you have all the people in your heart."
Xuancheng doesn't want to talk, he really doesn't want to, Fu Jian's eyes are too kind, filled with gentle water, his eyes are too affectionate, you can't escape all of a sudden, you just want to look into his eyes until you drown in in.
After being silent for a long time, Fu Jian stroked his shoulder, "Brother, then you should rest well, I'm going back." After finishing speaking, he was about to turn around, but Xuan Cheng grabbed the corner of his clothes all of a sudden.
"younger brother?"
Xuancheng looked at him fixedly, pondered for a while, and said, "Fu Jian, do you still remember what I told you today?"
"What?" Fu Jian smiled wryly.
"I'm not your brother."
Fu Jian was stiff as iron all of a sudden, and he didn't respond after watching him for a long time.
Finally, he smiled slightly and said, "Brother, no matter what you say, no matter what you do, no matter who you say you are at this moment, but remember, in my heart, you will always be my brother. "
"Okay, I'm leaving, you can rest." Finally, he patted Xuancheng's shoulder lightly, and walked out with steady steps.
All of a sudden, the tent was empty again, and there were the footsteps of soldiers and the sound of the river flowing outside. Xuancheng thought, it should be the moat of Luoyang.
There are shadows of flickering candles in the tent, and faint moonlight leaking in from outside, but there is always only one living being, and Xuancheng is very lonely.
He was alone, leaving behind those relatives and friends, and came to the former Qin Dynasty alone, maybe, this is God’s destiny, maybe, this is what he has been thinking about day and night, maybe, maybe,,,
Perhaps, in fact, there are so many possibilities, but it is just a dream.
He traveled to ancient times from his sleep.
On the second day, after Fu Jian and Wang Meng had a rough conversation, they got on the horse. Wang Meng watched him leave from outside the military tent. From a distance, Xuancheng looked back and saw him bending down and bowing to the place. Gradually, that shadow became smaller, smaller, and finally disappeared, like a shooting star in the sky, and Xuancheng felt mixed feelings in his heart.
Fu Jian’s chariots and horses were simple, this is what Xuancheng saw in the history books. His harem has never had people in brocade clothes and satin. The clothes in the palace are all discarded silk and silk. On the ground, his courtiers have never decorated the mansion extravagantly. He cut down on meals and removed music. He distributed all the gold, jade and embroidery to the soldiers. The emperor enjoys the joy with the common people, and the people enjoys the joy with the heaven.
This is Fu Jian.
He went out in person and shared joys and sorrows with the soldiers, and his chariots were no different from ordinary people.
Xuancheng turned his head to look at him, he was riding on a horse, his figure was beautiful, his clothes fluttered, his hair fluttered in the wind, and he smiled naturally.
"Brother." Xuancheng suddenly wanted to call that.
Perhaps, they used to be so close.
He called his brother, and then he smiled and responded softly, "Brother."
Childlike feelings, deep feelings, but great love.
He was dressed in a plain robe, and looked so rough and simple, but even so, Xuancheng still felt that he was outstanding, with broad shoulders and a solid waist, and his side face was especially beautiful, with sharp edges and corners, and prominent lines, which is the hallmark of an emperor. posture.
Xuancheng lowered his head again to look at himself.
A slender, white and dust-free sound, black and white, as if the moonlight is cast into the bosom, but it is not the moonlight in the true sense. Only those with great love in their hearts can truly be called the moon in the bosom.
That was also Fu Jian.
Xuancheng curled her lips, and a tinge of jealousy spread out of displeasure in her heart.