Xie An turned his head and stared at him with concern on his face, "You woke up, why did you get out of bed in such a hurry?" His bare feet were scattered and his face was dull, anyone would be surprised when they saw it.
"Xie An, Fu Jian." He softly read the names of the two in front of him.
"Brother, wake up." Fu Jian smiled and greeted him softly.
A smile rose from the corner of Xuancheng's mouth, "En." He turned and walked back into the house, bent over to put on his shoes, his hair was still untied, and his long jet black hair fell down.
It's actually beautiful.
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In the afternoon, they drank tea under the peach blossom tree. I heard that these teas were picked by Xie An from Mount Wuyi. Cheng couldn't help but praise, "Good tea."
"It's too rash to make such an evaluation before tasting it."
"Then I'll try it." Xuancheng joked.
After finishing speaking, he picked up the teacup on the stone table, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, the fragrance really entered his heart, after taking a sip, his whole body felt refreshed, and a burst of warmth rushed to his heart.
"I was right."
"Really, let's drink a few more sips." Xie An said with a smile.
"Haha." Fu Jian couldn't help but took a few sips of the tea cup, "Sure enough, it's good tea. My brother, I've never had such good tea in Chang'an. Come here to Jiankang to ask you for tea. Yes, haha."
Xuancheng glanced at him.
Fu Jian looked at him for a while, then smiled again.
He took another sip of tea and laughed loudly, "Brother, your habit of disheveled hair is not good, especially in front of An Shi. He thought that our Great Qin could not be civilized, and it was too barbaric."
Xuancheng's face darkened immediately.
Xie An also laughed loudly, "Haha, look at what you said, I never said that Fu Qin can't be educated, and is extremely vulgar. Don't forget, I went to Chang'an much earlier than you came to Jiankang."
"Yes, yes, I forgot, An Shi, you have already inspected my dynasty personally."
Sure enough, they knew each other and knew each other. Fu Jian and Xie An's understanding of each other, I am afraid no one in this life can match.
"Then tell me, is my Qin Dynasty strong or your Jin Dynasty strong?"
Xuan Cheng glared at Fu Jian, signaling to him that he shouldn't say these things, but how can he take back the words that have already been said.
But Xie An didn't feel the embarrassment at the moment, and responded generously, "A moment of prosperity does not mean a lifetime of prosperity, and the prosperity of the Great Qin is at the moment."
"What does An Shi imply is that the Jin Dynasty flourished in the later generations?" Fu Jian said with a smile, "But how can we know the prosperity of the later generations? The prosperity for a while is enough."
The reality of these words is reasonable but not rough. The former Qin Dynasty was indeed prosperous for a while, and there was no Great Qin after Fu Jian, but the Eastern Jin Dynasty can continue forever. Xuancheng can't stop his heartache every time he thinks of this.
He bowed his head to drink tea, and said nothing, his black hair blocked his profile.
Fu Jian stretched out his hand to stroke his long hair, "Brother, let me tie your hair for you."
Xuancheng put down the teacup and shook his head, "No need, it smells very good, very good, and warm."
He really enjoyed letting it loose, because he could hide some people's eyes, and his consciousness told him that there was a pair of eyes staring at him all the time.
So, there was no more, the three of them drank tea leisurely in the peach blossom forest in the afternoon, talking and laughing, what a harmonious scene.
Time passed quickly, and when the sky was about to darken in the evening, Xie An said that he would take them for a walk in Jiankang City, Xuancheng smiled and said yes, and Fu Jian had no objection.
Xuancheng remembers that there are 6 divisions in Nanjing, Xuanwu, Qinhuai, Drum Tower, Jianye, Yuhuatai, and Qixia. His school is in the Gulou District, but looking at the brightly lit scene in front of him, he really can’t remember where he was. lived.
The tourists all over the street are dressed in extremely gorgeous clothes. Silk is produced in the south of the Yangtze River. Those who are from a better family are made of silk. Really depressed, regardless of women and men advocating heavy makeup, he can no longer tell the difference between men and women walking in front of him, the smell of makeup makes him feel sick.
He vaguely heard singing from the attic not far away, long and quiet, breathtaking.
He couldn't help being stunned for a moment, "Shall we go and see?"
At this time, Fu Jian threw a contemptuous look, "Are you going to a brothel?"