I had a dream.
Everyone is gone.
I am alone in the world, lonely and cold.
Snow has drifted for a thousand years, covering the vast land.
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On New Year's Eve in 374 A.D., this was the fifth year Xuancheng came to the former Qin Dynasty, and also his fifth birthday in the former Qin Dynasty.
Early in the morning, Mingyue was busy giving instructions to the mansion, cutting ribbons, pruning flowers and plants, hanging lanterns, and laying red silk. A long string of red lanterns hung on the promenade. Just getting up from the Snapper, he stretched lazily. To be precise, he was woken up by these bombarding servants.
"Higher, higher."
"Hey, this one is off, hurry up and straighten it."
"Oh, keep your eyes open, this lantern is too small, so I changed it to a new one."
"Look, look, there's a yellow leaf on that potted flower, it's about to be cut off."
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"Mingyue, come here." Xuancheng reluctantly opened one eye and beckoned, Mingyue ran over with a smile, "Master, you are awake, you should sleep more, and His Majesty will come over later, hehe."
"You guys are so flustered, how can I still be able to sleep, what's wrong with the emperor, what are you laughing at, hey, I'm talking about you." Xuancheng muttered, his face was unhappy, but Mingyue was very happy, smiling His eyes narrowed, "Your Majesty congratulates you on your birthday. There are so many treasures sent from the palace. Master, you don't want them, why don't you give them to us."
Xuancheng glanced at him, "Look at you, you are worthless."
"Oh, let's go get it."
Mingyue posted it up and straightened his robes, "Master, tomorrow is the New Year. It's snowing again this winter, you, wear more."
Xuancheng's expression was casual, but his heart was very warm.
Mingyue ran over to order the servants to do things, Xuancheng stood on the steps and looked at it for a while, not knowing what to do for a while, obviously today is his birthday, Xuancheng is most troubled by these trifles, dark figures are busy in front of him Go, but he, the master, has nothing to do.
After being stunned for a moment, Xuancheng wrapped his robe tightly around his body, lowered his head and slowly left.
He wandered aimlessly. He has been in the former Qin Dynasty for five years, and this is his home.
He walked up to the Ming Tower step by step, the snow fell three feet, and not a blade of grass grew.
Standing in the center of Minglou, he looked around, seeing a vast expanse of pure white, with heavy snow covering every inch of land in the former Qin Dynasty, Xuancheng closed his eyes to experience this magnificent world.
What a beautiful northern scenery.
In a daze, Xuancheng seemed to have returned to that day.
He leaned on the majestic city wall with both hands. The city is four feet high, and the city is empty. The roads of Chang'an are particularly spectacular, and can accommodate four carriages at the same time. , Fly catkins fell on his shoulders, and he stretched out his arms. Xuancheng grew up in Nanjing, so he was particularly yearning for the winter scenery of the northern country.
A great man once wrote a poem, "The scenery of the northern country is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is drifting for thousands of miles. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing left; On a sunny day, look at the red clothes and plain wrappings, which is extraordinarily enchanting. The country is so beautiful that it attracts countless heroes to bow down. I regret Qin Huang and Han Wu, a little less literary talent; Shoot the big eagle. It’s all over, count the romantic figures, and look at the present.”
With so many beautiful mountains and rivers, how could Xuancheng not bow down for it
He lowered his head and looked down the city, but there was no one on the vast land.
A pair of warm arms wrapped around him behind him. Xuancheng's figure is a typical Jiangnan man, with a slender figure and thin waistlines. He has the appearance of a thin waist and a heavy gentleman, but this body is Fu Rong. According to historical records, the former Qin Yangping The male has a beautiful appearance, a slender figure, a strange posture and a handsome description, and the body and soul can fit so perfectly!
The heat in the ears overwhelmed the cold wind, "Your Brother."
Xuancheng was intoxicated in a beautiful dream.
"Emperor brother."
"Emperor brother."
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Xuancheng opened his eyes, and there was indeed a person standing downstairs in the Ming building, with a black robe, black hair, and a black crown, with a tall and handsome figure, soft eyebrows and eyes with streamers.
"Fu Jian."
Fu Jian smiled softly, but Xuan Cheng was stunned. Fu Jian actually held a bunch of flowers in his hand, which was as red as blood.
"Red rose?" This was the only scene Xuan Cheng could think of.
When he was in Nanjing, he had never been in love, and he had never received roses. Although the love between men does not have to be as hypocritical as that of men and women, and pay attention to rituals, if two people are really together, mutual gift tokens are indispensable.
Fu Jian walked up slowly, holding the hem of his clothes, and seeing him slowly approaching, Xuancheng's heart suddenly burned.
However, when Fu Jian stood in front of him, Xuan Cheng took a closer look, and what he was holding in his hand was not a bouquet of roses.
Roses have thorns and are not suitable for men.
There are several plum branches in the corner, and Ling Han blooms alone, knowing that it is not snow, because there is a dark fragrance.
A gentleman with plum blossoms should present the bright pearl of the world.
"This is?"
Fu Jian smiled softly, "Imperial Brother, I will never forget that today is your birthday. I remember a sentence you once taught me."
"What words?"
Fu Jian smiled mysteriously, and then gave the gentleman bouquets of flowers, "Happy birthday." Xuancheng's heart shook violently, as if he had been hit hard by something, and it was painful and hot.
Xuan Cheng stretched out his hand to catch the flower, and smiled, "What is this, Brother Huang, should I accept it or reject it?"
But before Fu Jian opened his mouth, he said to himself, "How can I refuse." His heart was very hot, as if he had been scalded by a branding iron.
Fu Jian embraced him by the shoulders, "Mr. Plum Blossom, I have a gentleman named Jiaojiao from Daqin. The world praises my minister as a unparalleled son, handsome and famous. Didn't you hear that? Xie An wrote a letter a few days ago Greeting you specifically, saying that now the south has spread all over you."
"What spread? That's what Xie An thinks."
Xuancheng said so on the lips, but he was happy in his heart. Xie An and Fu Jian had always been on good terms, and he praised Fu Rong even more. Is there really such a solid friendship in the world? Obviously on different political positions.
Fu Jian took Xuancheng's hand, and Xuancheng looked at the bunch of plum blossoms carefully. They were all cut from plum trees. After special tailoring, they were neatly assembled into a bouquet of flowers. It is hard but the flowers are fiery red.
This is the red wintersweet, the general wintersweet blooms in golden yellow color in the twelfth lunar month, but the red wintersweet blooms on the top of the mountain at a very high altitude, the branches and leaves become taller and taller under the heavy snow, and they bloom one day, shining like a flame.
Fu Jian once took him to the Qinling Mountains and to the top of Lishan Mountain, where there were red wintersweets in full bloom, like a raging fire, which was very spectacular.
There is a flower garden in the backyard. Mingyue once said that it was a garden cultivated by Fu Jian by moving the soil from Lishan Mountain. The plum blossoms in Lishan Mountain, every winter, the backyard is also a fiery beauty.
Xuancheng looked carefully, but found that the bouquet of flowers in his hand was the same as the plum blossoms in the flower garden. Although they were all winter plum blossoms, the colors were very different when you looked at it leaf by leaf.
There are thousands of miles in the sky, and the world is full of prosperity.
Xuancheng finally leaned into Fu Jian's arms, his face was hot with the sound of his heart beating close to his ears.
"Emperor Brother, when will you fulfill your promise on that matter?"
Xuancheng looked ignorant, "What's the matter?"
"Two years ago, you begged me to let go of the promise Murong Chong made to me."
Xuancheng clenched his hands tightly, but the hard plum blossom branches pricked his fingers sorely, Xuancheng clenched his teeth, "Brother Huang, I have a bad memory, I forgot."
Fu Jian smiled softly, and the gurgling warmth penetrated into the bottom of the other's heart, "Forget it, I can afford to wait."
One thousand six hundred and forty years, can you really afford to wait? Xuancheng asked in his heart, you want your brother, but I don't want him to return to this body.
Fu Jian, on this matter, you can't make the same mistake again and again.
In the afternoon, many people came to the palace. Fu Jian ordered people to carry boxes of things into the mansion. What Mingyue said was absolutely correct. The things that Fu Jian rewarded Xuancheng were all from the servants in the mansion. A soul, whether he brings it with him or not, he does not take it away after death.
Empress Xun came, and Zhang Lingran came.
Fu Hong came, Fu Rui came, Fu Hui came, Fu Lin came, except Changle Gongyuan who was far away in Yecheng, Fu Jian and his family members all came together.
Ever since Xuancheng proposed to abolish the palace banquet and only have family banquets, every year on New Year's Eve, the Fu family regarded Xuancheng as a reunion day, and the princes seemed very happy. Fu Hui and Fu Lin were younger Little, Fu Hong has become more sensible in recent years, his body has lost some of his sharpness, and his attitude towards Xuancheng has become friendly. Although Xuancheng's actual age was not much older than him, in the former Qin Dynasty, he was still the uncle of these princes.
Empress Xun and Zhang Lingran took their seats one after another. Fu Hong came up with his younger brothers, bowed respectfully to Xuancheng, and joined hands to congratulate, "Congratulations on the birthday of the emperor. Day and night are rich."
Xuancheng said happily, "My nephews, thank you."
Xuancheng glanced at the young talents in front of him one by one, Fu Hong was filial and loyal, Fu Rui was bloody and heroic, Fu Hui was gentle and elegant, and Fu Lin was full of vigor.
He patted Fu Hui on the shoulder and smiled lightly, "Learn more from your prince brother."
Fu Hui's smile was also extremely soft, with a hint of humility in his faint eyebrows, "What the emperor said is that the elder brother of the crown prince assists the father in handling state affairs, and he is well-organized. Hui'er should learn from it."
Fu Hong tilted his head and smiled at his gentle brother, "Brother Hui, when my father entrusts you to handle this state affairs, I will also learn from you."
Fu Hong is not a bad person in his heart, but he always speaks badly. Xuancheng has learned this before.
Fu Jian walked over with a smile, and said loudly, "What are you talking about, you guys."
"Father." All four of them bowed their hands in humility.
"Go and sit, don't stand." The four of them bowed and returned to their seats.
Looking at Xuancheng, Fu Jian said inexplicably, "Hui'er's temperament is very much like you."
Xuancheng looked at it, and Fu Hui's eyes just came through, faint, like the moonlight filled with vastness, and Fu Hui's appearance was also softer, not as brave and belligerent as Fu Rui, nor as always aggressive like Fu Hong. Hold back the edge but always can't hold back the edge.
Fu Hui is only sixteen years old this year, but he spends all day studying in the palace, and never has too much contact with other people, except for courtesy worshiping elders, his hobby is books.
"He is peaceful, this child."
Xuan Cheng withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Are there any outsiders here?"
Fu Jian smiled, "You are the master, don't you know who you invited?"
Xuancheng said, "Stop pretending, don't you arrange the birthday every year? What have I been in charge of? It's not up to you who you invite."
Xuancheng thought, it's better not to invite those outsiders. If Wang Meng is still there, he only hopes that Wang Meng will come alone, and none of the Murong family members should be invited. Xuancheng prayed this way.