Xuancheng was grateful to Deng Qiang, the general of the town army from the bottom of his heart. He had defended many mountains and rivers for Fu Jian. The owner of this body would have to pray many times to be grateful.
"Mr. Yangping, Lord Pingyuan, now that the disciples have been recruited, let's go out and have a look at this army. There is a saying in the military book that three people form a corps, and five people form an army. It is useless for us to just talk about the art of war here. Let's go and have a look." These trained soldiers."
"The general of the town army is right, let's go and have a look."
The three of them left the military tent, and when the recruits outside saw Xuancheng, they all showed surprise on their faces.
"See Mr. Yang Ping." The soldiers all gathered around to salute.
Xuancheng smiled, "Get up, let's continue training."
Fu Hui said, "Uncle Emperor, these soldiers seem to admire you very much."
"So, Hui'er, you should learn the art of war from the general of the Zhenjun, and you will also serve the country in the future. The future world will belong to you young people."
When Xuancheng said this, he couldn't tell how many times he laughed in his heart. He is obviously only a 29-year-old youth, so why did he feel like a middle-aged man in crisis when he came to Qianqin.
Deng Qiang clasped his fists and promised, "Don't worry, Lord Yangping, I will teach Lord Pingyuan well."
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Therefore, the matter of apprenticeship and art was determined.
On the morning of the first day of the tenth year of Jianyuan, Xuancheng finished his nephew's study of military law, and it was time for him to fulfill Wang Meng's last words.
That afternoon, Xuancheng led Fu Hui to meet Zhang Hao, Yao Chang and the others one by one. They had been marching and fighting beside Fu Rong for more than ten years, except that they were a little jealous of Yao Chang's later events. Xuancheng is polite to these words at the moment.
At the time of You, when the sun was about to set, Nan'an came and said that it was Fu Jian who invited them into the palace.
Xuancheng hesitated for a moment, seemed to feel that something was wrong, but couldn't tell.
Fu Hui never left his side, Xuancheng felt that if it went on like this for a long time, the princes in the palace would definitely have opinions. Not a model of homeschooling.
The two entered the palace, but Nan An said that Fu Jian was not in the announcement room.
"Where did the emperor go?"
Nan'an said, "Mr. Yang Ping, follow me."
Fu Hui didn't know whether to keep up or not, and was stunned for a while, but Nan An said, "Mr. Pingyuan, on the first day of the new year, you can go to the queen's place to see. The prince and Lord Hejian are both in the queen's palace today."
"Hui'er, then you can go."
Fu Hui nodded, paid homage, and headed towards the queen's palace.
"Nan'an, tell me, what did Brother Huang ask me to do?"
"Mr. Yangping, His Majesty is waiting for you at Yao Lake."
"Yao Lake?" Xuancheng bit the two words repeatedly, "Yao Lake?"
It seems that I haven't been to Yaohu Lake for a long time.
Standing on Yaohu Lake when entering the palace for the first time, Xuancheng saw the shadow reflected in the water, which was the real and beautiful Lord Yangping Fu Rong.
"Yang Ping Gong, Yang Ping Gong." Nan An whispered twice, and Xuan Cheng fell into deep thought.
"Mr. Yangping."
Xuancheng woke up, "Oh, let's go."
Yao Lake, that is a beautiful place in the Qin Palace. Surrounded by three mountains beside Yao Lake, it seems like a fairy mountain hidden in the world. Yao Lake is closely adjacent to Jianzhang Palace and Ganquan Palace. Since Qin and Han Dynasties, The emperor's bedroom is always built on top of mountains and rivers. Fu Jian lived in Ganquan Palace, and the emperor's bedroom has never been renovated once. Xuancheng knows that Fu Jian advocated frugality during his period.
"Mr. Yangping, the Holy Majesty is at the front, you go, I will retreat first."
It was the first time Xuancheng saw Nan'an so proactively asking to back down.
For some reason, his nerves suddenly became tense.
He moved his footsteps slowly, extremely slowly, but within a hundred steps, Xuancheng felt as difficult as thousands of mountains and rivers.
He saw Fu Jian standing alone in the lake pavilion in front of him with his hands behind his back.
There was a thick layer of snow accumulated on Yao Lake, and it had fallen for the past few days. Last night, he and Fu Hui were guessing about today's weather, so what if it was a good day, and the snow on Yao Lake would not melt.
This piece of the frozen and flourishing mountains and rivers of the Northland!
Xuancheng called softly, "Brother Huang."
Fu Jian turned around and smiled, "Didn't you call me Fu Jian? You used to call me Brother Wen Yu."
Xuancheng didn't want to be bold this time, maybe calling Fu Jian was too impolite, maybe calling Brother Wenyu was too hypocritical, that was more than 30 years ago.
"You call me Brother Wenyu, Brother Wenyu, Brother Huang. You have been calling me Brother Wenyu for thirty-five years."
Fu Jian walked gently step by step, getting closer and closer to him, clutching his heart, as if it was in pain, there was a gentle smile in his eyes, his face was gentle everywhere, but his hands were trembling all the time, Xuan Cheng's eyes were fixed on the place where his hands were placed.
"My brother, my heart hurts so much."
Fu Jian stepped forward and squeezed his hand, "Imperial brother, what should I do, my heart has been hurting for the past thirty-five years."
Xuancheng stared at his eyes, there were hot flames inside, as if something was wrong.
"Fu Jian, you."
Fu Jian's hands were so hot, hotter than his body. After standing in the lake pavilion for so long, his body could not cool down, and Xuancheng's heart ached even more.
"Fu Jian, don't do this anymore. Your heart hurts, and so do I. Your brother, he won't listen to me anymore."
Xuancheng asked in his heart, "Fu Jian, if your younger brother really wakes up, what should you do? How should you face this feeling?"
This time, Xuancheng was very sure that the Luoyang incident was inseparable from Fu Jian, perhaps it was Fu Jian who facilitated it.
And he said with certainty that Fu Rong was not injured when he fell off his horse during the siege of the city. How could he fall so easily with such high martial arts? Fu Jian said so lightly, but he couldn't deceive Xuancheng's eyes.
Fu Jian confuses brotherhood and lover's affection.
But thinking about it this way, Xuancheng was immediately frightened by himself.
If Fu Jian has feelings for his younger brother, then when Fu Jian's father and Queen Mother Xun were alive, Fu Jian married the Xun family and Zhang Lingran, and he deceived everyone. Now that Queen Mother Xun has passed away, no one else Now that Fu Jian can be restrained, then...
Xuancheng didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Although he is not Fu Jian's younger brother, and he told Wang Jia when he was in Laojunshan, both Wang Jia and Fu Jian admitted that they extradited the soul after thousands of years to Fu Rong.
But even so, this body does not belong to Xuancheng.
What exactly does Fu Jian want! ! !
He obviously now knows that he is not Fu Rong, and he has told him many times that his name is Xuancheng.
"Xuan Zhe, Wangyou." Wang Jia's words suddenly flashed in his mind.
Why Wang Jia can accurately extradite himself in the souls of more than one billion people.
Fu Jian's hand became more and more uncontrollable, it wasn't a gentle grip, it was a gentle touch, and there was a sense of nostalgia in that touch.
It seems to be a reunion after a long absence.
Xuancheng had never experienced lust in modern times, but he felt Fu Jian's touch, it was a taste that devoured the marrow, and there were indescribable movements in his hands, Xuancheng could only close his eyes, he forced Don't think about it yourself.
Fu Jian touched him inch by inch, from his wrist to his arm, and then from his arm to his shoulder.
Bit by bit.
Ah, ah, ah.
Xuancheng couldn't take it anymore, he shouted, "Fu Jian, stop."
He pushed the man away.
"Did you see clearly, I'm not your brother."
Fu Jian actually raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "Oh, is that so, you are not my imperial brother, so what are you?"
What
Xuancheng said, "Fu Jian, listen to me, I told you my name, I'll repeat it again, my name is Xuancheng."
This time, Fu Jian finally pronounced the name. When Xuancheng told him in the past, Fu Jian always laughed lightly and didn't speak, and occasionally talked to himself...
"Xuan,, city,,"
"Yes, Fu Jian, you remember it." Xuancheng repeated to him cautiously.
But Fu Jian looked into his eyes and said solemnly, "I know." Then he said something ambiguous, "I don't have amnesia."
ah
Xuancheng's insanity from being tortured by this man was too painful. Not only did his heart hurt, his body hurt even more.
He hugged his head in pain, he collapsed on the ground, leaning his back against the pillar of the pavilion, "God, I want to go back, Wang Jia, please take this body back."
Fu Jian squatted down, raised his chin, and forced him to look at him. The emperor's gaze was always so forced, with an irresistible overbearing, his narrow eyes seemed to shoot through his heart.
"As long as this body still belongs to the emperor, you can't go back anywhere."
Xuancheng looked at the face of the person in front of him in a daze, revealing the charm of a mature man everywhere, even his breath was the smell of an adult man, when he smiled, it was like a pool of spring water, as if it could melt mountains, rivers and glaciers.
"You want me, don't you?" Xuan Cheng's voice was cold, and when he said this, he was shocked.
Fu Jian's face changed drastically, as if he was stabbed severely by something, and the gentle smile in his eyes froze instantly.
What are you doing, Fu Jian, who are you torturing? Is it yourself, or Fu Rong.
Your behavior shows that you love your only younger brother, but you don't listen to a word of your younger brother. You would rather pamper Murong Chong for nearly three years, and you didn't listen to half a word of the owner of this body, except let him go. Murong Chong that time.
However, at that time, Xuancheng suddenly remembered, as if Fu Jian had said something in his ear.
"I don't have a big heart. I have only allowed one person in the past thirty-three years." Xuancheng was shocked. At that time, he ran away in a panic, and he ran away again and again, because he didn't want to watch Fu Jian make mistakes step by step.
Fu Jian was indeed a wise and rare good emperor.
Both martial arts and martial arts are excellent, and he can be called an emperor through the ages.
But if it is a perfect person, God always seems to be dissatisfied, and always wants to make a perfect person have a little more flaws.
Thus, Murong Chong appeared in Fu Jian's life.