Back in the Peach Blossom Forest, Fu Jian fell to the ground with a plop, and Xuan Cheng hurriedly knelt down to pull him back, "Brother, brother, go to the room, brother An Shi ordered someone to make you some tea to sober you up, drink it later Go to sleep." At this time, the sky was completely dark, and only fireflies were shining faintly in the peach blossom forest, and the sound of the river water not far away could be heard sparsely, Xuancheng took a lot of effort to get Fu Jian After being dragged into the house, Xie An asked someone to make green tea, and Xuancheng was the one who waited on him, so he hated Fu Jian to the core.
It's all about a strong body, and this weight is really shockingly strong.
However, of course he would not sincerely resent Fu Jian.
Just now in the song hall, he felt Fu Jian's inner depression and that kind of heart-touching pain for the first time. When he saw Fu Jian's face was uncomfortable, his heart felt like he was stung by something and then hurt. stand up.
"Fu Jian, if you really treat Murong Chong like Huan Wen treats Qi Chao as Xie An said, can Murong Chong really be influenced?"
Xuancheng has no idea, although he was opposed to it just now, but in the dead of night, when he thought about it carefully, it might be a new attempt to influence Murong Chong.
He looked at the person on the couch with a peaceful sleeping face, and suddenly his heart became extremely resolute. He couldn't bear Fu Jian, but he pitied Murong Chong even more.
When Fu Jian woke up the next day, instead of saying a word of thanks, he complained, why didn't he listen to that singer sing
"Okay, then you go back and listen now, it's really a death."
"If you don't drag me back, I will definitely finish listening to her singing."
"She's scolding you, can't you hear it?"
Fu Jian said brightly, "I can tell, she is scolding me."
Xuancheng snorted coldly, "If you don't do it, you won't die, you're just looking for scolding."
"The king should be scolded often, so that he can be sober."
",,,you,,"
Xuancheng shut up and didn't quarrel with him, Xie An came over, smiled brightly, and said, "Eat breakfast, if you don't want to eat, keep starving, I don't have much food in Dongshan."
Xuancheng rushed to the dining table ahead of Fu Jian, he had to eat when he was hungry, and he had to teach some villains when he was full.
So on this day, Xuancheng and Fu Jian quarreled for a long time, and when it was evening, Xie An said that he would take them for a walk around the city, but Xuancheng simply refused to go, and Fu Jian was not in the mood, and the three of them remained silent. After a while, Xie An finally said, "Then please go ahead, drink or watch the moon?"
Fu Jian pondered for a while, and said, "An Shi doesn't need to care about us anymore, I want to enjoy the moon quietly in the peach blossom forest in Dongshan, brother, how about you?"
Xuancheng said, "I'm free, I'm a little tired, I can't drink wine, and I can't enjoy the moon."
"In that case, then I'll go to read the book, you can do what you want." Xie Anping said calmly, then turned and went to the study.
Fu Jian bowed his head, the light of the moon cast down his shadow, his shadow changed from short to long, Xuan Cheng said, "Brother, let me go and sit down."
"En." Fu Jian nodded softly.
Xuancheng actually wanted to go out, but he didn't know where to go
He is not familiar with Jiankang City at all, even though he is from Nanjing.
He also lowered his head, and his shadow was also cast on the ground. He listened to the chirping of insects and birds in his ears, and vaguely heard the slender and melodious singing from the city. In the recession, people look like they are intoxicated.
Before he knew it, the singing sound was getting closer, and the noise of people beside his ears was getting louder. He suddenly raised his head and found that he was standing on the bank of the Qinhuai River, opposite to the Qinhuai Tower. People laughed endlessly.
Some people were sitting in the grass by the river, some were whispering, some were admiring the lanterns, some were listening to songs, and some were meditating quietly. He seemed to have seen these scenes before.
"It's so familiar, why is the breath here so familiar?" He murmured, "Where did you see it?"
He strolled little by little, he walked past the Qinhuai Tower, he stepped on the paths paved with bluestones, and he met many tourists head-on.
Reluctantly, the flowers fall, and the familiar Yan returns.