Wang Meng let out a long sigh, "Madam's opinion is indeed long-term, but His Majesty's reputation will be ruined once, and become the joke of the people's afternoon chat. All I wish, is that Daqin will last forever and Your Majesty will be safe and healthy."
Wang Meng was really for Qin and Fu Jian, Xuancheng admired him from the bottom of his heart, when Wang Meng asked to see Huan Wen in Jiankang, he was rejected, Huan Wen looked down on him, Wang Meng went north to Chang'an, but was treated preferentially by Fu Jian, and went to Chang'an City in person Greeting him outside, Wang Meng thanked Fu Jian for his dedication to Fu Jian.
When they met Wang Meng, Fu Jian was 19 years old and Wang Meng was 32 years old. The two were 13 years apart but they knew each other well. Xuancheng attended a class at Fudan University. Fudan University had a famous professor of Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties history. It was said in the class that Fu Jian and Wang Meng are good friends. Xuancheng laughed at that time. Unexpectedly, in the former Qin Dynasty, what he saw and heard completely confirmed what he heard. This is a pair of real brothers with different surnames. .
Zhang Lingran's eyes were ruthless, and she was also wholeheartedly for Fu Jian, so she dared to speak out to persuade him.
Xuancheng understands what kind of dilemma Fu Jian is in. It is true that he does not want to let Murong Chong go, but Wang Meng insists on expelling Murong Chong.
But what Zhang Lingran said is reasonable, Murong Chong's release is actually to let the tiger go back to the mountain, for fear of future troubles.
Xuancheng touched Fu Jian's body, touched him, and whispered, "Brother Huang, you promised me."
Fu Jian looked at him, Xuancheng still didn't understand what was in his eyes.
"Madam, step back first." Fu Jian said.
Zhang Lingran couldn't afford to kneel, "Your Majesty, what Lingran wishes is for His Majesty and Daqin to be happy for a long time. Lingran has stayed in the palace for fifteen years. This is the first time Lingran has had such a deep observation of a person. When Murong Chong came here years ago, I noticed that it has been more than two years, Your Majesty, Murong Chong's heart is extremely cruel, and you can't cover it up. Therefore, letting him go would be a huge mistake, imprisoning him , or kill him, even though he hates us, he is still a phoenix with its wings broken."
"Madam, go back, I will consider it carefully."
Zhang Lingran slowly got up from the ground, she took a deep look at Fu Jian, that look was full of expectation, she bowed and retreated.
The palace gate closed with a creak, and Fu Jian said softly to Wang Meng, "Jing Lue, you are not in good health, I will send you back to your residence."
Wang Meng sighed, "Madam Zhang is right, maybe I'm not thinking too much."
Fu Jian said softly, "Madam observes subtlety, but Jing Lue, you are thinking about me. Don't worry, I will not let you down."
The palace servants carried Wang Meng away, and the palace gate creaked shut again.
The huge Weiyang Palace was empty.
Silence, emptiness.
Fu Jian returned to Xuancheng's side, and softly pressed against his ear, "Imperial brother, we are all gone, you can stay with me."
Xuan Cheng walked away from him for a few steps, Fu Jian came up to stick to him again, Xuan Cheng retreated a few steps again, but Fu Jian kept approaching him, and the two played hide-and-seek in this palace.
Xuan Cheng said, "Fu Jian, please explain clearly, why is this so?"
Fu Jian said, "If I told you, would you leave?"
Xuancheng stared at him, "No, I said it, as long as you say it, I will never turn back. I will not leave Chang'an, and I will not leave you."
So... "Don't kill him." Xuancheng said every word.
Fu Jian stared into his eyes, which were burning hot, as if a fire was burning in his heart, "In the past thirty-three years, I have missed one person."
Xuancheng interrupted suddenly, "Don't say it."
He knelt down, truly kneeling in front of Fu Jian, "Brother Emperor, please, don't say any more, I promise you."
Xuancheng's heart was full of mixed feelings, but there was never a moment that was not painful.
His heart ached for Murong Chong, the pain was so broken that Murong Chong personally pierced his moon-like heart.
His heart ached for Fu Jian, it was the pain of his previous life, why Fu Jian was defeated in Feishui, and why the former Qin Empire collapsed overnight.
But at this moment, he didn't know how to describe the feeling of a heart being stabbed a few times, then closing and being hurt by another person.
Fu Jian approached his body, still speaking softly, caressing Xuancheng intoxicated with tenderness, "You promised me, I promised you, no matter when it is, don't forget what you said."
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On April 10th, Fu Jian led his ministers to the ancestral temple to pray for Wang Meng, and sent his courtiers to pray all over the famous mountains and rivers.
On the twelfth, Wang Meng's condition improved. Fu Jian was delighted and pardoned half of the domestic death row prisoners.
Fu Jian visited the prime minister's mansion again, and Wang Meng wept, and ordered someone to bring a pen and paper, and he wrote one by one to the person in front of him.
"Unexpectedly, Your Majesty will lose the virtue of the world because of my negligence. There has never been such a thing since the beginning of the world. This makes me both grateful and disturbed! I heard that the best way to repay your kindness is to speak out. Please let me sincerely Dying life, I offer my sincerity. Your Majesty is mighty enough to frighten the wild places in all directions. His prestige and morality shines within Liuhe. Among the hundreds of counties in Kyushu, seven out of ten are in the same place. Pingyan and Dingshu are like picking up weeds. However, a good writer may not be good. Those who start well may not end well. Therefore, the emperors and sages of the ancient Ming Dynasty knew that it is not easy to start a business, and they are all trembling, as if they are facing an abyss. I hope that your majesty will follow their example, and the world will be very lucky!"
Fu Jian read one line of words and wiped two lines of tears, feeling distraught.
"Jing Lue."
On April 13th, a servant entered the palace to report that Wang Meng's condition had suddenly deteriorated, and Fu Jian went to the prime minister's residence again.
Two nights without sleep.
On April 15th, Wang Meng bowed to Fu Jian in the mansion with his last breath.
"Although the Jin Dynasty is located in the south of the Yangtze River, it is orthodox and peaceful. After the death of the officials, Your Majesty must not try to destroy the Jin Dynasty. The Xianbei and Xiqiang subdued nobles are not dead. They are the enemies of our country and will sooner or later become a scourge. , they should be eradicated gradually for the benefit of the country.”
Fu Jian agreed to all his requests.
The two embraced each other speechlessly.
Prince Fu Hong followed Fu Jian to serve before and after, and he watched with tears in his eyes.
Fu Jian sighed, "Why did God take away my view?"
"Father..." Fu Hong only called out, his trembling lips didn't know what to say.
That night, Wang Meng died of illness.
After Xuancheng heard the news, he rushed to the prime minister's mansion, and the servants rushed up, crying bitterly.
Fu Jian kept holding Wang Meng's hand and did not let go for a long time.
Xuancheng's body seemed to be enchanted by something, and he froze in place.
Why can Wang Jia predict the future
This year, many people died.
Qinghe died, and Fu Jian lost a dispensable concubine.
Empress Dowager Xun left, and Fu Jian lost his mother.
Emperor Jianwen of the Jin Dynasty and Da Sima Huanwen died, and Fu Jian lost his opponent.
Wang Meng left, and Fu Jian lost his right and left arm.
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However…
Qinghe died, but Fu Jian had such a wise and discerning wife as Zhang Lingran.
Huan Wen died, but Fu Jian welcomed Xie An's open-minded and wandering opponent in power.
After the death of Empress Dowager Xun, Fu Jian still had his own brother by his side.
Wang Meng died, but before he left, he left the last words of Yang Pinggong as the prime minister.
Xuancheng couldn't let go of it for a long time, why did Wang Meng go suddenly? It seems to be in a trance like a dream, what is out of control? Only human life.
Birth, old age, sickness and death are out of everyone's control, not to mention the Prime Minister of Great Qin, who was sick from overwork, Wang Meng discussed politics with them last month, and this month, this person passed away forever.
Fu Jian ordered to bury Wang Meng solemnly according to the highest standard for the burial of Great Sima and General Huo Guang in the Han Dynasty, and posthumously posthumously call Wang Meng "Marquis of Wu".
The state of Qin cried loudly, and it lasted for three days.
Fu Jian buried them with state burials. In the Great Qin Dynasty, no matter the common people or the nobles, every household hung plain white at the door for three days, and everything died.
Xuancheng went to the palace to accompany Fu Jian, but Fu Jian didn't say a word, this was the only time Xuancheng saw loneliness on Fu Jian.
He seemed to be getting old all of a sudden, and a few white hairs were messed up between the blue hair. Xuancheng stared at it for a long time, and finally pulled it out. He stroked Fu Jian's loose hair and murmured, "When did we forget each other?" , How did you find me, how did I find you."
"Fu Jian, 1,640 years, this is no child's play, you cannot escape time. No one can escape, 1,800 years, or 1,700 years later, I will not be here anymore. "
He hugged Fu Jian's head against his chest, feeling each other's warmth.
Tears could no longer be held back, falling drop by drop, hitting Fu Jian's robe.
He seemed to hear the man's laughter, but when he listened carefully, there was no sound.
That night, Xuancheng did not return to the residence, he slept with the king in the Mingguang Palace.
The crows of the three thousand worlds have been killed, and I will sleep with you until dawn——
Takasugi Jin's poems are so well written, Xuancheng sighed from his heart.
The last time Xuancheng saw Murong Chong was in the garden outside the Purple Palace.
The Purple Palace is extremely dark and obscure, but the garden outside is extremely beautiful, rows of green bamboos are as dazzling as newborn babies.
Xuancheng stood beside Fu Jian, and they watched the palace servants lead Murong Chong out of the Purple Palace, approaching step by step.
Murong Chong has grown up, and his height has grown very fast. According to the measurement of modern people, Xuancheng is around 185cm, and he will only grow taller.
This time, he was wearing a plain robe, blue-gray, but even though his whole body was so plain, it still couldn't hide the elegance emanating from his face.
His snow-white skin alone has amazed the world, it is actually glowing in the sun, translucent and translucent.
He came forward, his face was cold, and he didn't move for a long time.
"Murong Chong, farewell, Your Majesty." Nan An said loudly.
Murong Chong still didn't move.
"Murong Chong, you."
Fu Jian waved his hand, "Forget it, Chong'er, if you leave here, you and I will never see each other again. No matter how much you hate me, I won't hear you anymore. Go."
Xuancheng could hear a little bit of unbearable in Fu Jian's tone.
Three years are approaching, even if it is said that God is ruthless, I don't believe it.
But if there is love, letting go is another kind of harm. Murong Chong has been favored by the Qin Palace for three years, everyone complains, leaving Chang'an, Xuancheng dare not think about how he will live.
Everyone in the palace was silent, and Nan An also tightly shut his mouth. These few people stood there in a daze for a long time, until Xuancheng walked over gently, he looked into Murong Chong's eyes, this time, he looked directly, Be fearless.
"Chong'er, goodbye." These were the last words he said to Murong Chong. He fulfilled his promise and let him leave Qin Palace.
Murong Chong turned around without a word, and Xuancheng returned to Fu Jian's side.
Fu Jian looked at his back, feeling restless for a long time, he grabbed Xuancheng's hand, and Xuancheng felt his trembling with his heart.
"Fu Rong, you and I will never see each other again." Ten steps away, Murong Chong suddenly turned his head, his icy voice was still like the long-lasting snow on Changbai Mountain, which made people feel cold.
Xuancheng laughed silently, the smile was bleak and cold.
…his own hand brought history to reality.
History cruelly returned the truth to him intact.
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I used to think it was eternity, until later I realized that it was a moment.
I used to think it was real, until later I realized that it was a dream.
I used to think it was a pledge of eternal love, until I realized later that it was treachery.
Thousands of sails have passed, and the waning moon is like a hook!
In the afterlife, I will still guard you.
Roll up!
Author's gossip: Well, the first volume is over, Murong Chong has finally left, the second volume is the world of two people, sweet to you, why in my feeling, Xuan Cheng is a rotten man, because he always thought that Fu Jian was pampering Murong Chong , but he has never seen it with his own eyes. What if Fu Jian is hitting Murong Chong