"My son is paying attention. I have been away for a while, how is everything in the palace?"
Fu Hong respectfully replied, "Go back to Father, everything is fine."
Fu Jian nodded gratified, "The crown prince is serious about state affairs, so I can let him go."
Fu Hong bowed again and again, "Father is wise and powerful, I am young and ignorant, and all political affairs are still decided by father."
"Hong'er, you are humble."
Then he said, "How is the Queen Mother?"
Fu Hong's face suddenly became serious.
"What? The queen mother, she,"
"Return to father, the queen mother is well, she just misses you." She glanced at Xuancheng again, and said meaningfully, "The queen mother went to the emperor's uncle's mansion, and finally came back sadly. Don't forgive her."
Fu Jian sighed, then turned to Xuancheng and said in such a soft voice, "Brother, did you hear that? Those things are over, besides, you promised me in Luoyang that you would go to the palace to see she."
Xuancheng hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "I promised you, but you can't ask me to go now."
"You." Fu Jian patted him on the shoulder, "At this time, you still want to argue with me and act like a baby to us."
Xuancheng immediately replied to him, "You're the one acting like a baby."
Then, he saw that the two people in front of him were stunned.
Fu Hong opened his mouth wide and looked at him with a dull expression.
Fu Jian's eyes were filled with both surprise and joy.
I don't know what he is happy about
Xuancheng couldn't stand him looking at him like this, so he picked up his robe and left.
Fu Jian called him from behind, "Brother, you said that you are going to see the Queen Mother."
He seemed to hear Fu Hong talking, his voice was very low, but the wind under the city was also very weak, so he could hear clearly, "Royal Father, something has changed when Uncle Huang came back this time."
Then, there is no more text.
He didn't hear Fu Jian's voice, his steps slowed down, he concentrated his thoughts, in fact, he wanted to hear it.
In the end, he didn't wait, so he quickened his pace and returned to his mansion.
The Yangping Mansion is not far from the imperial palace. It rises to the west. It is plain and unremarkable. It just has some northern characteristics. The deliberate edges and corners show the royal power and high and low of the northern buildings.
As soon as Xuancheng stepped into the gate of the mansion, someone came out to greet him. He didn't know these people, but he seemed to have seen them somewhere in his consciousness. Anyway, he couldn't call those people's names, so he ignored them. , and stepped in, those people followed behind him cautiously.
He felt very embarrassed, turned around and said, "You all go down, I will walk by myself."
But those people didn't move, they raised their eyes and glanced at each other, seeming a little surprised.
Xuancheng didn't bother to talk any more, so he ignored them and walked towards the back garden by himself.
He kept frowning and murmuring, as if he was familiar with this place, how could he remember these paths clearly
Wintersweet blooms in the yard at this time of the year, which is extremely dazzling.
Xuancheng couldn't help but think of Wang Anshi's poem, "Independent Hanjiangxue,,"
There is plum, but unfortunately there is no snow, he is slightly sad.
The snow in winter is always magnificent, thickly accumulated on the trees, when the wind blows, the branches will shake, and the snow will fall bit by bit when it moves, sometimes it will fall when the wind is strong , the sound sounds good, and it creaks when you step on it, which makes people tremble.
He really wanted to see snow, that scene where everything was white and the sky and the earth were one color, it was a scene of prosperity and glitz, which he seldom saw when he was in Nanjing, and it seldom snowed in winter in the south.
So this time, he arrived in Chang'an.
But he didn't see it at this time, so he casually picked up the branch of red plum, which was a bit firm, before he unscrewed it for the first time, he pulled it hard, and the flower was firmly pinched between his fingers.
He lifted it up and placed it in line with his eyes, and it looked a little blurry.
It's not so coquettish and fiery red, maybe it's because the land is not fertile enough, maybe it's because there is no snow that day, he guessed wildly like this.
When he was in a tangle, there was a sound of light but hasty footsteps behind him.
"Mr. Yangping."
Xuancheng turned his head and saw a maid coming, bowed her head and saluted slightly, "Mr. Yang Ping, Your Majesty has come."
"Fu Jian." Xuancheng was startled, and the flower in his hand broke due to his force.
"Didn't he just return to the palace? What are you doing here again?"
While wondering, the figure floated over slightly.
The sky was clear, and his black robe became more and more clear.