Fu Jian said, "You don't want anyone to come, I didn't invite anyone."
Xuan Cheng stared at him blankly, "You were not like this before." There was doubt in his eyes.
Two years ago, every time he celebrated his birthday, Fu Jian always invited many people to come. At that time, Empress Dowager Xun was there, Wang Meng was there, and everyone from Murong's family came, except for the person who was locked in the inner courtyard of the deep palace.
But Xuancheng was not happy at that time, Fu Jian always amplified his kindness little by little, his kindness to those outsiders was simply unimaginable.
Especially those from the Murong family.
However, since Wang Meng left, since the man in the palace left, Fu Jian never entertained those members of Murong's family.
Xuancheng thought by chance, this is the best way, it is best to kill those surrendered generals.
However, his heart does not allow to be so muddled, Fu Jian's benevolence is the heart of a saint.
He is a great idealist.
Xuancheng swore in his heart that he would break his idealist benevolence.
Yingzheng came from Longnan, and eventually became an emperor through the ages.
Fu Jian was born in Longnan, but he was famous all his life for Liushui, and he has never complained about his infamy through the ages.
The only thing lacking is that Ying Zheng has the ruthless heart to kill and make decisions against outsiders, while Fu Jian only has a great benevolence to outsiders.
"Fu Jian, you'd better believe what I say." Xuancheng took a deep look at Fu Jian, and went to take his seat. Fu Jian also took a look at him, walked beside him, and sat down.
The servants entered one by one, and all the people in the mansion came to congratulate.
Xuancheng doesn't know the dishes, he is a culinary blind in this respect.
He could only watch people serve the soup first, and then the main course. As in previous years, dumplings are a must, and they are the only ones that Xuancheng knows.
From all over the world, from ancient times to all over the world, dumplings symbolize greatness, and there is a lot of love and sweetness in this small dumpling.
The singing, dancing and wine came up at the same time, Fu Jian poured the wine for him himself, Xuancheng smiled, he didn't drink, he was not good at drinking. He looked into Fu Jian's gaze, fixed on him with fiery passion, maybe he was drunk, but Fu Jian drank too elegantly, always took a sip, as if he was tasting the taste of the wine into his throat, the beautiful scenery accompanied by beautiful women dancing, However, Fu Jian's eyes were never on those beauties. Xuancheng threw up the wine cup and poured it down, suddenly felt uncomfortable, Fu Jian laughed, Xuancheng stared at him coldly.
Xuancheng doesn't know how to drink.
After about a few hours, the main course was removed, and the dessert was served.
Fu Jian waved his hand to retreat those who played music and danced in the arena, and the servants of the mansion also retreated slowly, so that there was only the Fu family in the main hall.
Fu Jian said slowly, "Today is the birthday of the emperor, and it is also the end of the ninth year of my Daqin Jianyuan. Tomorrow will be the tenth year of Jianyuan. Daqin is one year older, and you are also one year older. My emperor, How old are you? Honger, how old are you? Seventeen years have passed since I took the throne, and seventeen years have passed in the blink of an eye, it seems like a blink of an eye, right? Yes. Brother, when Jing Lue left, he explained the funeral. You have been the prime minister for the past two years. You have done a good job. Xiao Gui and Cao Sui are very good, but my Daqin has to change, isn’t it? ?"
The crowd listened to his babbling, and fell silent for a moment. The crown prince wanted to speak, but Empress Xun stopped him, "Hong'er sit still."
Xuancheng thought to himself that he was 24 years old when he came here. According to the calculation of time, he had been here five years before Qin Dynasty, which means he was 29 years old. Jian is two years younger, and this year is the end of the ninth year of Jianyuan. If calculated according to Fu Rong's birthday, this year is 374 A.D., and Fu Rong is 34 years old. After tonight, Fu Rong will be 35 years old, and Fu Hong That is, 21 years old.
Xuancheng said, "Brother Emperor, I understand what you mean. Things have to come slowly. We haven't fully implemented the subtle words and righteousness left by the prime minister. To build a country and rule the people, teaching is the first, and the people become customs. It must be learned, not me." It’s too gentle on this person. It’s just that I want to carry forward the prime minister’s humble words and righteousness. Brother Huang, the scale of the Imperial College in Chang’an is far from enough. The prime minister admired Confucianism so much when he was alive. Look at next year we will build more imperial schools in Chang'an, and then radiate from Chang'an to the surrounding areas, and even to every county, our Daqin is now a big country of Confucianism, right?"
When it comes to Confucianism, Fu Jian's interest seems to be higher, his eyes are shining brightly, staring at Xuancheng closely.
Perhaps, using troops to conquer other countries is what the founders did, and what is more important for the defenders is to use Confucianism and morality to guard this country.
It has been more than 30 years since the founding of the former Qin Dynasty. There were two generations of kings who used force to conquer, but it was still a small country. When Fu Jian came here, he conquered all countries with force and conquered the northern countries. At the same time, he taught Confucianism The people, with the help of Wang Meng, turned the former Qin into a great northern country in one fell swoop, destroyed the former Yan and Qianliang, and confronted the Eastern Jin Dynasty across the river. When Xuancheng studied the history of the Five Hus and Sixteen Kingdoms in modern times, he had special respect for Fu Jian. He could be regarded as a superior man in terms of morality, talent, and martial arts. Otherwise, Fan Wenlan, a master of history, would also Fu Jian will not be listed as the greatest eternal emperor in ancient Chinese history with Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, Tang Taizong, and Kangxi.
Bo Yang also said that only these five people are qualified to be called an emperor through the ages.
Although Fu Jian is a great tragic figure, it is precisely because of this that he has a desolate color that other emperors do not have.
Xuan Cheng said, "Brother Huang, you trust me."
Fu Jian glanced at the crowd, Fu Hong hesitated to speak, Empress Xun's hand kept grabbing his sleeve, Fu Rui, Fu Hui and Fu Lin also looked calm.
Fu Jian said, "Imperial brother, you know. Today is your birthday. I came here to celebrate your birthday with my whole family. There is no other meaning."
Empress Xun's hand trembled, and Fu Hong felt it. After he called the consonant softly, Empress Xun covered it up with a smile.
"Father, why are you talking about state affairs? Uncle Huang knows how to handle political affairs." Fu Hong is a blunt person, and his words are always unpleasant. .
"Hong'er, don't interrupt." Empress Xun said angrily.
Fu Hong opened his mouth, but finally fell silent.
Fu Jian said, "Imperial brother, among these princes, who do you think can take on the task of building the Imperial College?"
The princes didn't expect that they would be named like this, and they stared at Fu Jian in a daze.
Fu Jian smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. Today is a family banquet. If I say a few words, you can listen to them if you want to. It doesn't matter if you don't listen. You guys have been doing nothing all day long. Today is your emperor's uncle's birthday, so I will give you a good lecture, emperor brother, come and judge."
Xuancheng was embarrassed for a moment.
"this?"
The Fu family said it was big, but it was not big. Since the death of Empress Dowager Xun, people directly related to the Fu family have not been so lively.
Fu Jian and Fu Rong are brothers of the same mother. Fu Jian's harem is extremely withered. Empress Xun and Empress Dowager Xun belong to a family. This was all made up for him by their father, the then King of the East China Sea, when they were in Linwei in the early years. At that time, Fu Jian was only sixteen years old, and later entered Chang'an, Fu Sheng was brutal, Fu Jian killed the tyrant and ascended the throne, and the Xun family also helped a lot. At that time, there was only Fu Hong, the Queen Mother One heart first wants Ding Xingwang from the Fu family, Fu Jian and Fu Rong brothers are filial, finally Zhang Lingran entered the harem, and it took many years to get such a parent-child as Fu Rui, Fu Hui and Fu Lin were born of Empress Xun, the two of Murong's family After personally entering the harem, Fu Jian never thought of Qinghe from the very beginning. If Murong Wei hadn't flattered the lord, Xuancheng thought, the emperor with a withered harem in Chinese history, Fu Jian would definitely be on the list. It is true that Fu Jian's harem is more or less nameless, and there are only four people in total.
Perhaps, when an adult man puts his focus on his career, he will no longer have the heart to think about the affairs of his body.
"Emperor Brother, please tell me, so that these boys can hear their shortcomings and know what to do in the future."
"Father, don't say that about us, the sons all learn from Lao Tzu."
"Hong'er."
Fu Hong said it rough-skinned and waited to be beaten. Empress Xun really slapped his hand hard, "Your father talks, what are you talking about."
Xuancheng sneered, this Fu Hong's sharpness was unbelievable, but his words became humorous.
"Brother Huang, don't blame me for what I said, these nephews really learned from Lao Tzu."
Fu Jian signaled with an indifferent expression, "Okay, tell me."
Xuancheng took a deep breath, he was about to comment on these juniors, why did he feel a bit pretentious, he was clearly the same age as these princes, he held back his discomfort and smile.
"Prince, Hong'er should be my Great Qin's backing. Assisting the emperor's brother in handling state affairs is lawful and decisive. He is a good seedling. But, Hong'er, do you have to change your personality? Think it over before you say it, don’t say something that hurts others, it’s all your own people, you still speak with thorns.”
Fu Hong's face darkened, but Fu Hong accepted it humbly, "What the emperor said is true, I know I was wrong, and I will remember the emperor's lesson from now on."
Fu Jian pursed his lips and smiled secretly, looking at Fu Hong, but he didn't have any intention of reprimanding him.
"Fu Rui, you have practiced martial arts since you were a child and are familiar with military books, and you have good martial arts skills. Your skills are very similar to your uncle and me." Fu Rui grinned and smiled.
"But, it's the same with you. Don't be so impulsive. People say that we Linwei people are stunned. I think you all look alike, just like your father." As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jian's voice It sounded, "Imperial Brother, are you saying that I have a bad personality?"
Xuancheng really wanted to blurt it out, but he held back, Fu Jian's personality is good, but he is too kind. In modern times, people's evaluation of Shaanxi dolls is right, but Fu Jian is not. He is from Shaanxi, he is from Linwei, today's Qin'an in Tianshui, Gansu, he is from Gansu, he has a kind personality and loyalty, he is not at all like the irritable and stupefied personality of the Shaanxi baby, modern people really know Hats off, I don't understand the difference between Gansu people and Shaanxi people at all. Although they are from the same region, they are quite different in temperament.
"Fu Rui, read more books, not only military books, but also Confucianism and righteousness. You should go to the Imperial Academy someday, and go study with the children of those aristocratic families."
Fu Rui's face also darkened, and Zhang Lingran said softly, "Your uncle is right, you should go to the imperial academy to study, and don't spend all day dancing with guns and clubs."
"Hui'er." Xuancheng took a look at Fu Hui, and Fu Hui's gaze was as radiant as glass but extremely faint.
"Hui'er, just follow me."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was startled.