Wang Jia calmly said, "In your body."
Nonsense, Xuancheng sneered in his heart.
Wang Jia's visit this time was just to confuse him, Murong Chong could not stay in Chang'an, but Fu Jian had already said that he would imprison Murong Chong in the Purple Palace for the rest of his life, and he would never come out.
Wang Jia's meaning was actually contrary to Fu Jian's.
"I will, I don't want to see people from the Fu family get hurt again, and I don't want to be hurt by him." When Wang Jia left, Xuancheng said to him.
The snow outside really stopped.
The sun came out and it was clear.
The fragrance after the snow is coming, and the flowers and plants in front of the mansion and behind the mansion are all about to bloom at this time.
This air is too beautiful.
Empress Dowager Xun’s burial ceremony was a state burial, but Fu Jian handled it in a very low-key manner. Only the people in Daqin knew about it, and the outside countries did not issue credentials. The Jin Dynasty was originally allied with Qin. The Jin Dynasty sent people to attend the funeral, but no one in the Jin Dynasty knew about it until they were buried in the soil.
Xuancheng watched everything calmly.
The weather on the day of the burial was surprisingly good, and all the officials were very surprised. A few days ago, it was still snowing in the spring, but the weather was fine for the empress dowager's burial.
Xuan Cheng stood beside Fu Jian, he leaned against Fu Jian's shoulder, and whispered, "Maybe Murong Chong is right, mother really gave birth to two good sons."
Fu Jian didn't respond to him, the spring breeze lifted his fine hair, Xuan Cheng leaned on his shoulder, closed his eyes, "Brother, let go, mother is dead, no one will care about us from now on."
Fu Jian did not look at him directly from the beginning to the end, nor did he respond to any of his questions.
On the fourth day, Murong Wei was ordered to enter the palace. He knelt in Fu Jian's palace for three full hours, kowtowed and begged for mercy, but Fu Jian neither forgave him nor condemned him. Kneeling pitifully like that, his knees were sore, but Fu Jian said at this moment, "What does this matter have to do with Qing."
Fu Jian specially allowed him to visit the Purple Palace.
When Mingyue came back to report to Xuancheng, Xuancheng was indifferent this time, his heart was completely frozen from head to toe, "Fu Jian killed his own mother, maybe he really doesn't care what people in the world talk about. "
purple palace.
Crimson curtains, dim candlelight.
No matter how bright the outside light is, it will not shine here.
Murong Wei walked up the steps slowly, and at the top of the steps, he found a curled up person beside the corner of the bed.
"Chonger."
He stretched out his hand, froze for a while, but put it on the man's shoulder, and pressed it lightly.
Murong rushed back, his eyes were still cold.
"Chong'er, enough is enough, let's all stop, shall we?"
"After all, Fu Jian treated our Murong clan preferentially. Time has passed, so let this hatred pass."
There was a slight change in Murong Chong's eyes, his cold eyes gradually turned red, and he said faintly, "Brother Huang, you are the only one he treats preferentially, right?"
Murong Wei sighed, his hand slipped from his shoulder, and landed on the hand on his chest, tightly embraced him, "Chong'er, I'm the one who's sorry for you."
"Let go of your hatred, blame me and hate me."
"I don't blame you, nor do I hate you, Brother Huang." Murong Chong said coldly.
He pulled his hand, as if he didn't want to be touched by others, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of disgust.
Murong Wei said, "About Qinghe, you..." But he couldn't open his mouth.
"Brother Huang, you shouldn't doubt me."
Murong Wei dodged his eyes and hurriedly said, "No, no, Chong'er, I didn't."
Murong Chong laughed, he laughed silently, but it was extremely soft and charming, Murong Wei was stunned for a moment, but Murong Chong suddenly threw himself into his arms.
Murong Wei was at a loss for a moment, stunned, "Chong'er, you."
Murong Chong's voice was deep and cold, "Brother Huang, give me a hug, hug me."
Murong Wei misunderstood the country and subjugated the country, and the subjugated king became the subjugated king who enjoyed high officials and generous salary, but his own brother fell into the harem of others and became a forbidden property. Murong Wei always felt guilty in his heart. He came to the Purple Palace to see too much Time and time again, he accompanied his younger brother to talk in this dark forbidden place, but Murong Chong remained silent.
This time, he actually took the initiative to hug him, Murong Wei fell physically and mentally, wrapped his arms around his slender waist, and sighed for a long time.
He kept murmuring in a low voice, "Chong'er, Chong'er, brother, I'm sorry."
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Xuancheng went to Mingguang Palace to look for Fu Jian, and Fu Jian was indeed there.
People in the palace said that Fu Jian usually went back to the Proclamation Room to read the memorial, or went to the Xuande Hall, but today he was in his bedroom.
The candles in Mingguang Hall were brightly lit, as if it was daytime, as soon as Xuancheng stepped in, he saw Fu Jian.
He sat in front of several desks.
"Brother Huang."
Fu Jian looked up, seeing him, he smiled, "Your brother came here after looking for me."
Xuan Cheng went over and sat down next to his body, there was a bronze wine cup on the table, Fu Jian seemed to be drunk, no wonder he didn't pay much attention to himself these days, why did he greet him with a smile.
"Are you drinking?" Xuancheng asked suspiciously.
"Why, no?"
Xuan Cheng smiled and said, "Okay, I came to you, just to drink with you." Then he poured a glass of wine, which was the one used by Fu Jian, and took a sip into it with his head raised , The wine entered his throat, but he was choked and coughed.
Fu Jian teased him, "Your brother still drinks like this, I told you earlier, take your time, you will never learn." Fu Jian snatched his own wine cup, he drank extremely elegantly.
Xuancheng wanted to watch him drink the wine cup he had used, but stopped him with his hand.
The eyes of the two met, and they both froze.
"Brother Huang, let Murong Chong go."
He broke Fu Jian's hand, forcibly put the wine cup on the table, and met his gaze solemnly, "Let Murong Chong go, I beg you, Brother Huang."
Fu Jian had a cold expression.
Xuancheng stood up, knelt down on the ground with a plop, and slammed his head on the ground, "Brother Emperor, I beg you, I rarely ask you for anything. You promised me many things, but I don't have those memories. Wang Jia will not help me retrieve the memory of this body, so this is the first time I beg you, let Murong Chong go."
The atmosphere between the two suddenly froze, Xuancheng fell to the ground, and Fu Jian remained motionless.
After a long time, Xuancheng felt his knee hurt, but Fu Jian said, "You still don't understand."
Xuancheng raised his eyes, but saw something crystal clear flashed in Fu Jian's eyes, and his heart suddenly ached.
"Ah, Fu Jian, he is your younger brother."
Fu Jian helped him up and dragged him to his side, "Imperial brother, he, you, no,"
Xuancheng couldn't understand what he was trying to express in his hesitant tone.
Xuancheng looked at his soft eyes, "Murong Chong doesn't belong to you and me, let him go, brother."
At this time, there were no monarchs and ministers, only brothers, the second son of the Xun family, Fu Jian was the elder brother, and Fu Rong was the younger brother.
But at this time, Xuancheng's soul has no blood relationship with Fu Jian at all.
Fu Jian held Xuancheng's hand to his chest, where it rose and fell, "I let him go."
Xuancheng's heart was shocked, and just about to kneel down to thank him again, Fu Jian overwhelmed the body in the gesture of pulling him into his arms.
His younger brother, not his younger brother.
The hot air sprayed in the ears, Xuancheng's nerves were disturbed, and his breathing became tense.
"I don't have a big heart. In the past thirty-three years, I have only pretended to be one person. I let him go, and I will never be ashamed of Fu Rong again."
Xuancheng was shocked.
What did Fu Jian say
Brother ends up brother and what does it mean? Can brothers in ancient times really love each other instead of each other
Why is Fu Jian ashamed of Fu Rong? Who is the one person in his heart? How long did it take to grow from childhood to adulthood? Before Xuancheng came to Qin, it was only three years old.
Xuancheng pushed Fu Jian away with all his strength, and he escaped from the Mingguang Palace.
On the right side of the Mingguang Palace is the Purple Palace. He stumbled and lost his mind, but suddenly bumped into a person.
"ah."
Xuan Cheng looked up, Murong Wei looked at him in surprise, "Mr. Yang Ping, you."
"Why are you here?" Xuancheng Zhengyi.
Murong Wei saluted and said respectfully, "The Holy Majesty ordered me to go into the palace to meet Chong'er. I just came out of the Purple Palace."
"Oh yes."
Xuancheng smiled, "I can meet you here."
"I know you don't want to see me, and I don't want to get your attention. After all, we Murong clan are sorry for you first. Chong'er committed an unforgivable mistake this time. I will bear the karma for him. .”
Xuancheng's brows furrowed together, "You Murong, are you sorry for me first?"
Murong Wei seemed to be aware of his slip of the tongue, and quickly lowered his head, "Sorry, Mr. Yang Ping, I didn't do that on purpose, but His Majesty was too bullying in the hall, so I let Chong'er..." before saying anything , his body suddenly slid down and just fell at the foot of Xuancheng.
"Murong Wei." Xuancheng hurriedly picked up his face, but saw that his complexion changed suddenly, as if he had lost consciousness.
Xuancheng scanned the surroundings, but there was no abnormal phenomenon.
Seeing the palace guards outside the Mingguang Palace, Xuancheng raised his voice, "Come here, and carry him in."
A gust of wind floated over, he happened to catch a glimpse of the palace gate of the Purple Palace flickering, Xuancheng's heart tightened, but Murong Wei suddenly fell to the ground and fell at his feet again, he had to deal with this tricky matter first things.
"Your Majesty, Lord Yang Ping, the ministers and others are incompetent. I really can't find out why Xin Xinhou fainted. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."
A palace doctor checked Murong Wei's body, but found no trace, and knelt in front of the two of them dejectedly.
Xuancheng said, "This is strange. He was not poisoned or injured, so why did he suddenly fall to the ground? It just so happened that he fell in front of me. Now I am a suspect."
"What did the emperor say?" Fu Jian signaled the man to go on first.
Xuan Cheng went to check Murong Wei's body again, and he suddenly said, "Brother Huang, can I take off his clothes?"
"What are you asking me for?"
Xuancheng smiled, and really untied the belt on Murong Wei's body. After taking off his robe, he realized that the skin of this Xianbei tribe was really not ordinary white.
Leng Baipi, Xuancheng said in his heart.
There was not even a trace of injury on Murong Wei's body, not even slight changes like bruises.
Xuan Cheng wondered, "Why did he faint suddenly? He just went to the Purple Palace."
Zigong, he suddenly remembered something.
"Come on, hurry up and prepare a licorice juice."
"yes."
"Imperial brother, do you use licorice?"
Author's gossip: I suggest my dear ones to watch the extra episode of "Love in Troubled Times: The Alluring Phoenix Emperor" - the Northern Tour, and there are also radio dramas. You can basically sort out the relationships in it. When I wrote the extra episode, I actually wanted to When it comes to writing brotherhood, it happens to be the previous chapter of "Chang'an Drunk, The Empress in Troubled Times".