The three armies went out to battle, and news of success spread frequently. Fu Jian no longer cared about the affairs of the five lords at all.
On the 20th day of the same month, exactly one month before the crown prince led the army, the letter was sent back from Yongzhou, and the head of the enemy army was also on the way.
Fu Youbing was defeated and killed, Duke Yan and Fu Wu surrendered without a fight, five princes eliminated two, and the court was sure to win.
At the end of the month, when Fu Hong returned to the court from Yongzhou, Fu Jian ordered the three armies to be rewarded. Outside Xuande Gate, the army stood upright, showing great momentum.
Standing against the wind, Xuancheng looked at Fu Hong and smiled at each other.
The pair of uncles and nephews were finally able to face up to their hearts.
If you are devoted to one person, no one will be unkind.
"Hong'er, congratulations."
Fu Hong smiled calmly, "The emperor's uncle is also worthy of congratulations. Guarding Chang'an is extremely difficult, and the emperor's uncle has made great achievements."
Xuan Cheng said, "Actually, I didn't do anything."
Fu Jian took the words, "No fault is meritorious."
When Wang Meng came, Fu Jian held his hand, "Jing Lue, you are finally back."
"Your Majesty, I also want to see you day and night."
"I finally understand what it means not to see each other for a day, but to miss three autumns."
Xuan Cheng joked, "Sure enough, there is love."
"Mr. Yangping is still so corrupt." Wang Meng's response was also extremely joking.
Several people laughed loudly, and there was joy.
Fu Jian hosted a banquet in Weiyang Palace to celebrate the Western Expedition soldiers, Wang Jia also came, and he was sitting beside Fu Jian, Wang Meng was surprised when he saw him, and then he took the initiative to invite a cup.
"How did you come back?"
"Jing Lue doesn't seem to welcome me?"
"No, I just think you shouldn't be in Chang'an City at this time."
"Then when is the right time?"
"That person can't leave now." Wang Meng whispered.
"Why?" Wang Jia was still indifferent.
"Some people are reluctant."
"You mean Your Majesty?"
Wang Meng's face was a little embarrassed.
"Your Majesty's ambition is in Kyushu. He knows how to let go, and knows when to let go. It seems that you have something to hide."
"No, it's just that the situation between Wugong and the court is clear now, and that person can no longer make trouble."
Wang Jia's eyes fell not far away, he leaned close to Wang Meng's ear, and said in a low voice, "If you want to know about the funeral, you should ask Lord Yang Ping."
Wang Meng looked around. Amidst the congratulations, everyone was smiling. He didn't want to break the harmony.
"I came to Chang'an to help you."
Wang Meng suddenly sighed, "I'm afraid I can't help me, how can you and I control His Majesty's heart?"
Wang Jia smiled lightly.
Wang Meng drank the wine in the glass lightly.
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Xuancheng went to the Purple Palace. On that day, Fu Jian was discussing the follow-up of Wugong with Wang Meng in Xuanshi. He slipped out and stood outside the palace gate for a while, not knowing where he was going. Attracted, I walked over involuntarily.
It has been almost two years since Fengqi sycamore trees grew and flourished here, even higher than the palace wall.
He was still squatting in the corner, curled up, like a wounded rabbit, with a cold body.
Xuancheng stroked his shoulder, stretched out his hand a few times, but finally froze.
The trembling skin seems to have endured too much torture. A person walking in hell cannot get sunlight, and his heart is too dark.
Xuancheng didn't touch his skin, but stretched out his hand to him.
"you,,"
"Chong'er." He called his name softly.
"Would you like to go out for a walk with me?" He extended an invitation to the man.
At that moment, he saw the trembling body suddenly stop.
His head turned slowly, Xuancheng lifted his long hair for him, revealing that magnificent face.
"Who are you?"
"Chong'er, you remember me, you've seen me, I've been here, come on, I'll take you out, okay?" He continued to use a requesting tone, constantly waking up that person's memory.
"You've been here for too long, the sun outside is beautiful, I'll take you out for a walk." He moved his hand forward again.
He clearly saw that person move, his body moved slowly.
"Chong'er, I said, you shouldn't live like this, your life shouldn't be like this, I'll take you out." Finally, he couldn't wait any longer, and he pulled the person on the ground into his arms , "Chong'er, you remember me, right?"
"Walk."
Since this purple palace belonged to Fu Jian, Xuancheng also dared to break into it, and he did it without fear.
The sunshine outside is so nice, this is what Xuancheng said.
A horse, which he stole from the palace.
The man in his arms, he stole from the palace.
The world is a beautiful couple, and Xuancheng has no regrets.
He took Murong Chong to Bashang, pointed to the north, and asked softly, "Do you want to go home?"
The man did not speak.
"Don't be afraid, there are only two of us here."
Murong Chong's face finally looked at him, those eyes were so beautiful, clear and ethereal piercing through everything.
"Chong'er, I will accompany you out to watch the sunshine from now on. Look, she welcomes you."
He opened his arms and embraced the sun.
"Chong'er, do you want to go home?" He repeated the question just now.
Murong Chong smiled suddenly, Xuancheng was stunned, he stared blankly, his eyes seemed to be fixed by something, he couldn't take his eyes off the face of the person opposite him.
"I don't want to go back." His voice was still so cold.
Perhaps, this is the reason why a person has not spoken for a long time. He has forgotten what a voice is, and he has forgotten how to express his heart. His voice is a little hoarse as before.