I stayed with Wang Jia for a whole day, I used to be so eager to get the answer, but now that the answer is solved, Xuancheng's heart is also empty, as if something has been left behind, maybe there will be a distance between him and Fu Jian from now on A gap.
Now I am so eager to escape from this place.
The human mind is always so unfathomable.
"I will go to Chang'an, don't worry." Wang Jia said to Fu Jian.
He said to Xuancheng, "You will always be Lord Yangping."
Xuancheng retorted in a deep voice, "I'm not, you don't have to say it against your will, you don't owe me anything."
Wang Jia still smiled lightly, his expression always looked so calm, as if he was detached from the world.
He knows many things, but he also hides many things.
Xuancheng knows the history, and Murong Chong's ending is the prophecy prophesied by Wang Jia.
So, he wanted to change this prophecy.
He didn't want Fu Jian to get hurt.
He also didn't want Murong Chong to suffer any damage.
It is very difficult to be a saint, but he made up his mind in his heart, between these two people, he can only be a saint.
Wang Jiagong bowed down to the two of them respectfully, and bowed.
"Okay, you don't need to be too polite. It's too late for me to ask you. You always reject me thousands of miles away. My heart is so cold." Fu Jian held up his arm, his eyes were soft, and his eyebrows were full of respect. .
"Only you, me and him know about this matter, so you should know what I mean."
"Your Majesty can't trust me?"
"No, I believe you too much."
Xuancheng's heart was flustered immediately, Fu Jian said in front of him that he didn't believe what Wang Jia said.
"It's just that, compared to the emperor's younger brother, I am more willing to accept that I have such a fairy-like younger brother. Nothing is important, even if I know the fact is."
There was a trace of doubt in Wang Jia's eyes, and after a moment, he calmed down again, "I understand."
Fu Jian nodded, took Xuan Cheng's hand and turned to leave.
Wang Jia looked at the backs of the two who were drifting away. The evening sun shone in his clear eyes, which were golden, and he closed them slightly.
"younger brother."
"My name is Xuancheng."
"younger brother."
"My name is Xuancheng."
"younger brother."
"Xuan City."
"younger brother."
"Fu Jian."
After a series of helplessness, only a heart-piercing roar could calm down that extremely boring person.
"You are my brother."
Xuancheng finally collapsed, so he had to admit that he had encountered a big rogue in Qianqin.
"Do you remember when you woke up for the first time, someone called your name in your dream?" After what he said, Xuancheng recalled that it was indeed the case. When Luoyang just crossed over, who was there? Calling my name in my sleep.
He blurted out, "It's you."
"No." Fu Jian denied.
"That's Wang Jia's soul extradition. He extradited your soul into Fu Rong's body, and Fu Rong was saved."
"Why me?" Xuancheng was silent for a moment, then said coldly.
Fu Jian was calm as expected, he looked into Xuan Cheng's eyes, his eyes met each other, whoever sees through his heart first wins.
"Because deep down in your heart, you regard yourself as Fu Rong."
Xuancheng was shocked.
When he was doing his graduation thesis, he did have such a moment of confusion, as if in the Battle of Feishui, the general who took the lead in the battle was not an ancient person, but he had personally experienced it.
He watched himself fall from the horse and was hit by an arrow, he clearly felt his blood flow into the Fei water, he watched the bright red water drifting into the distance one by one, white corpses, black ghosts, he was in the dream several times woke up.
The voice kept echoing in his ears, "I'll wait for you, I'll wait for your return by the river."
"Not you?"
"It's not me." Fu Jian shook his head.
"Back to Chang'an, how do you plan to settle me down?"
"How else can I settle down? You are my younger brother, Duke Yang Ping of Great Qin."
"You still want to deceive yourself and others?" Xuancheng's heart sank.
"Am I wrong? Aren't you my younger brother? Aren't you my Great Qin Yang Pinggong?" Fu Jian's response was flawless, how could Xuancheng refute it.
He couldn't get rid of this identity, but at the same time he was fortunate.
He could live a prosperous and prosperous life in the former Qin Dynasty.
If not that day comes.
"If I say that your brother can come back the day my soul dies, would you like it? Fu Jian." Xuancheng stared at Fu Jian with incomparable sincerity, expecting an answer.
"I don't want to lose you."
Fu Jian answered so eagerly and simply.
"What about losing Fu Rong?"
"I've already lost one."
"But he's back after all, isn't he?"
"You're here too, aren't you?"