Outside it seems to be singing and singing, but here is a peaceful place. Lu Guang drank leisurely, "You came to Youzhou just as a cover. Tang Gong can't go back to Chang'an, and Youzhou can't return either. Yang Pinggong, what do you think your majesty wants?"
Xuancheng should have expected it earlier, but this incident came too early.
"At most half a month, Mr. Yang Ping, you can go back to Chang'an, right?"
Xuancheng looked at him, "Are you good at calculating?"
"Haha." Lu Guang smiled brightly, "Yang Ping Gong also knows me."
It was already afternoon when he came out of the winery, and it seemed that he had been sitting inside for a whole morning, Xuancheng wrapped his robe tightly, "This place is really terrible, I really don't understand how the Xianbei people survived the winter."
"When you mention what Bai Nu is doing, Lord Yang Ping should not show mercy to those people."
Xuancheng never thought that Lu Guang, who seemed so modest and gentleman, would use the word "white slave", which seemed to be so contemptuous.
"Lu Guang, you are losing your elegance."
Lu Guang raised the corner of his mouth and smiled this time, with a little sarcasm, "Mr. Yang Ping, I'm afraid you don't know much about the Xianbei people. The cold environment has created a group of cold and cruel people."
Lu Guang's evaluation is correct.
Xuancheng naturally knew the living environment of the Xianbei people and the character of the Xianbei people, but after seeing those people with his own eyes, his heart was no longer as firm as before.
For some reason, at this moment, he was thinking about that person again.
The wind picked up.
Xuancheng raised his eyes to look at the spooky weather that seems to be snowing all over the sky again, and sighed deeply, "Fucky weather, Brother Huang really shouldn't have brought me here, I should have hated him long ago, but."
Lu Guang left, and he didn't know where to go to relax.
Back in the mansion, Mingyue boiled hot mutton bone soup, Xuancheng only felt cold, but didn't feel a bit hungry.
"Where have you been? It's another whole day to go out."
Xuancheng patted his head and laughed, "Mingyue, I've left you out."
Mingyue brought the hot soup, Xuancheng smiled slightly, "Thank you for your hard work." He leaned closer to smell it, and was full of praise, "It smells delicious, Mingyue, you can even cook."
"Could it be that master, you will too?"
This rhetorical question is not good at all, okay? When Fu Jian was touring the northern country, went west to the desert and went south to Jiankang, who was taking care of the two people's daily life and food? It was obviously him, a modern person.
After drinking the hot bone soup, Xuancheng got up and went to the room, Mingyue followed in to take care of the stove, the fire in the stove was low, and the temperature in the room also cooled down.
Xuancheng looked at the stove, and suddenly said, "Mingyue, you go out, I will do it myself."
Mingyue froze for a moment. In the past, his master would never light a fire.
"Go out, go out, don't worry." Xuan Cheng said with a smile.
Mingyue tiptoedly closed the door.
Xuancheng really went to fiddle with the stove, the fire inside dimmed, and there was a bag of charcoal beside him, he picked up a few and put them in the stove, and fanned the wind lightly, the fire started, and the room warmed up up.
Xuan Cheng stood beside the stove, motionless.
His eyes were deeply fixed on the fire burning in the stove.
It was flushed red, reflecting his shimmering face.
All of a sudden, his eyes became tough.
He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.
If he can't help Fu Jian, then Wang Jia will be wasting his efforts. He has worked so hard to extradite the soul of thousands of years to come here. He is not here for tourism, and he doesn't need to do nothing.
He is not a saint, and he does not need to show mercy to anyone's life.
He has feelings, he will be tempted, so he needs to protect those who should be protected.
"Fu Jian, since you have the intention to kill, then I will be the executioner."
Xuancheng wrote a letter to Fu Jian overnight, in which he clarified his views on Liangguo's affairs, Liangguo would be defeated, and it would not be difficult to resettle Liangguo's nobles, Zhang Tianxi's mansion had been prepared long ago, and now they were facing Fu Luoben When the 100,000 soldiers become 200,000 or more, the 200,000 soldiers return to Chang'an in a mighty manner, but the Chang'an lineage has less than 100,000 troops, and the remaining lineage branches are on the border. Not a good start.
Then, he said that he wanted to go back to Chang'an, and asked Fu Jian for permission. He used a pleading tone.
After writing the letter, it was almost midnight, and the fire light on the candlestick was also faint. Xuancheng went to sit by the fire to keep warm again, and the robe on her body lost the slightest sense of warmth at this time. For some reason, after talking with Lu Guang, his heart suddenly opened up a lot, as if he had foreseen his own future.
Even if you die under thousands of arrows.
Life is about doing something, not not doing something.