No, Xuan Cheng shook his head, "That's former Duke Yang Ping of Qin, according to historical records, former Duke Yang Ping of Qin has a beautiful appearance, the man in the lake must be him."
He stared blankly at the surface of the lake, watching the lake water gradually appear ripples, and then gradually a person came after that beautiful figure, that person had soft brows, and although his demeanor was handsome and extraordinary, his imposing manner surpassed the world after all. Everything is like the burning cloud left in the sky in the rising twilight, even if it is soft, it will melt, but it is still a flame.
Fu Jian has been standing behind him, even though he is so eager in his heart, hoping that his younger brother can rush to that cold palace, throw himself into the arms of that lonely and lonely person, and then weep bitterly, telling The love, hate, joys and sorrows between them.
But for some reason, when he watched him parked on the shore from behind, he also stopped.
He really wanted to keep this picture, he thought, maybe there won't be many such quiet and peaceful pictures in the future, so he stretched out his hand, just about to grab his wrist.
But at this moment, Xuancheng suddenly turned around, "Let's go, I'll go see her."
Fu Jian sighed and followed his steps.
Empress Dowager Xun is hateful, she forced so many virtuous ministers to death.
She didn't even let off members of the Fu clan. Fu Fa is so wise and popular, how could he betray Da Qin? He will always be Fu Jian's good arm. Take the Daqin system out, and implement Wang Meng's enlightenment etiquette, so that the people of Daqin can understand etiquette and enlightenment, and embark on a civilized road. He governs the country and enriches the people, and he encourages farming to make the people rich.
However, Empress Dowager Xun killed him for her own selfishness.
Fu Jian's crying eyes were full of blood, and he held on to his hand tightly, "Brother, brother." What can he say, can he say that his mother wants to send him on the road by herself?
Or is it his own destiny
They are all going to die anyway.
The white huhu in the east hall was blown up by the wind, and there were fallen leaves blown from outside on the ground, which were withered and yellow.
Fu Jian hugged his body, "Brother, I'm sorry."
A lot of blood dripped on the ground, flowing slowly like a small river. When Empress Dowager Xun came in, Fu Fa was already dead.
She said, "You deserve what you deserve, and you don't need to feel sad. If the punishment is sent down by heaven, I, Xun, will bear it alone."
It is not long before brothers and sisters fight each other, everyone is humble, and the period when monarchs and ministers respect and support each other is still very short, but within the clan, they meet each other for the sake of the throne.
When Xuancheng opened the door and entered, Empress Dowager Xun was sitting in front of the desks. There was a maid beside her. When she heard someone coming in, she whispered in her ear, and she got up abruptly.
"Is it you?" Her hair was a little gray, the wrinkles on her face were getting more and more serious, and her voice was extremely old.
Xuancheng immediately thought of a person, the Queen Mother Dou whom he saw in the TV series, Xuancheng remembered that at that time, Queen Mother Dou could no longer see, and she was supported by the maid beside her when she walked, but When she heard that her son Liang Wangchao was meeting, she still went out excitedly to greet him, as if she couldn't wait any longer.
Xuancheng's chest felt sore, and he didn't know what kind of magic was cast on his feet, anyway, he was running towards that woman.
Empress Dowager Xun opened her arms, and her loose clothes looked like wings. At that moment, Xuancheng realized that the arms were so warm, even though she was not her own mother.
"Son." She called like this, her voice was trembling, through the thick robe, Xuancheng could feel her body trembling constantly.
Fu Jian stepped forward lightly, bent down to help them up, "Queen Mother, my younger brother has come to see you."
Empress Dowager Xun's tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, sliding down her loose skin.
Xuancheng whispered, "Queen Mother."
He looked at her with a flash of surprise, but finally smiled, "Forget it, if you can make such a cry, Aijia doesn't ask for anything."
Xuancheng's heart is very soft, he didn't want to talk to the Empress Dowager Xun at first, but when he saw her walking down the stairs eagerly with difficulty, he was still moved, at least he jumped into her In his arms, at least he spoke.
At this time, he picked up his eyes and stared at the Empress Dowager Xun in front of him.
She is indeed old, old, with silver strands that cannot be hidden in her hair, wrinkles on her face, sagging and dull skin, crow's feet are more noticeable, but when Xuancheng looks at her eyes, that There was still a glimmer of light inside.
Maybe it's tears.
Fu Jian supported her, and softly signaled to the maid to let her go out, so, after a while, there were only three of them in the hall.
They sat on the ground, covered with soft blankets, Xuancheng thought that the sitting posture in the palace in the pre-Qin period was mainly sitting on the ground.