Xuancheng never expected that Fu Jian, who looked gentle and peaceful, was also fanatical and warlike in his heart.
Historians commented that he was very successful, just like Emperor Wu of the Western Han Dynasty. It seems that this assessment is pertinent.
But why does a monarch like him who looks kind, kind, loving and gentle like him also love war
Xuancheng was entangled, and simply stopped thinking, and asked, "When will Wang Meng come back?"
"You can return to Chang'an in ten days."
Xuancheng let out an oh, and said silently, "It's pretty fast too, I wonder how long this peace can last?"
"What did you say?"
"Nothing." Xuancheng shook his head.
There was a sudden silence between the two, and after a long time, Fu Jian moved his body, Xuan Cheng grabbed his sleeve, "Fu Jian?"
"En?" Fu Jian looked at him with a smile.
Xuancheng stopped talking.
Fu Jian smiled, pushed his hand away, and waved his wide sleeves, "Okay, after ten days, you and I will meet Jinglue outside the city, and you can go back, if you don't want to come into the palace, I won't." Reluctantly," he said in a low voice, after a while, he added, "Remember to visit the Queen Mother."
Something in Xuancheng's eyes almost burst out.
It has been more than a month since I arrived in Qianqin, and my parents don't know how worried they are, but here, they have to face another woman, a woman who I don't know but lives alone in the deep palace.
Fu Jian glanced at him, turned around, and just walked a few steps, but turned around, "Brother." Xuancheng agreed, "Yes."
The dead leaves by the corridor were blown by the wind and fell on his hair, Fu Jian smiled, "Remember to call the prime minister, not Jing Lue's name."
After the words fell, he strode away.
Xuancheng was left alone on the brick-red corridor, silent for a long time.
That's right, he didn't call Wang Meng a prime minister, he just called that person by his name, which was disrespectful to people in ancient times, besides, everyone who saw him called him Yang Pinggong.
It seems that I am too impolite.
The same is true for Fu Jian.
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Wang Meng was faster than expected. In less than ten days, the army arrived at the Baqiao outside Chang'an City. Fu Jian sent someone from the palace to pick up Xuancheng. It's the prime minister's class teacher who has returned to the court, and it's time for him, the younger brother of the monarch, to meet him.
When he was in Luoyang last time, he had only met Wang Meng once. He had heard a lot about Wang Meng, but he knew very little about the real person.
At this time, the cold wind on Bashang blew loudly, and there were still particles of cold frost wrapped in the wind. Many people came in the palace, most of the officials in the court came out, and Fu Jian's formation was strong enough. that's it.
It is enough to show that he attaches great importance to Wang Meng.
Prince Fu Hong was also among the officials, standing behind Fu Jian, and Xuancheng was next to Fu Jian. He looked back and found that Fu Hong was looking at him, so he smiled politely. Said, "Prince." Fu Hong raised his head and didn't respond to him. Xuancheng felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't have any unfriendliness towards the Great Qin Prince.
Maybe it's just that Fu Hong and his uncle are not on good terms. Anyway, it's not me. After thinking about it, it's okay. After all, he is not familiar with anyone here. He was about to turn his head away, but Fu Hong spoke at this time , the voice was very low, as if he didn't want Fu Jian to hear, "Uncle, do you really understand or pretend to understand? As a subject, it is still useful to go to the palace to discuss matters every day and pay respects to the emperor and the queen mother." Shall we remind you?"
Before Xuancheng could speak, a "Hong'er" sounded, and Fu Jian immediately scolded, "What are you talking about? Is this what you should say to your uncle?"
"Father, you said at the beginning of your ascension that we must learn from the Han people, we must be civilized, we must talk about etiquette, and we must be refined. As the prince of a country, the emperor disregards the rules of the court and disregards etiquette."
"Shut up." Xuancheng saw Fu Jian get angry for the first time, his face really turned dark, he looked a little scary, his voice raised a lot, and his tone became tough, "Even so, you are a junior, you speak like this , is it also about etiquette?"
"Royal father."
"say no more."
"Father, uncle Huang is disobedient and rude."
"you."
Xuancheng didn't say a word, and stared blankly at the father and son, one was tough and the other was unyielding and persistent.
Fu Hong was right.
He is right.
When I came to the former Qin Dynasty, it was time to talk about etiquette and civilization.