"Brother Huang." Xuancheng hastily stopped his continuous speech, for fear that he would suddenly say a word that was so strange that even he didn't know how to adapt it. At that time, maybe it was true that they would no longer be friends. It's intimate.
"Come back, Mingyue, bring the horse here."
He called the people behind him, and Nan An also led the heroic brown horse, and Fu Jian took the reins, "Nan An, when you go back, you and Ming Yue will ride on the same horse. I haven't been on the horse with my emperor for a long time." Go for a ride, leave this opportunity to me today."
"Yes." Nan An replied with a smile.
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Back at the mansion, the night had already shrouded fiercely. The Empress Dowager Xun really came, not only her, but also Empress Xun, Prince Fu Hong, and several princes. Xuancheng didn't know them, but they always knew each other before. So he went over to say hello one by one, Fu Jian sat next to him, and Empress Dowager Xun was also beside him.
Xuancheng took a breath.
Mingyue came forward to report that Murong Chui was waiting outside the mansion.
"Oh, look, brother, you're not taking such a low face, he's really here, pass it on quickly."
Fu Jian seemed to be talking to himself, Mingyue came and went in front of him, and when Xuancheng came to his senses, the man had already arrived.
"The guilty minister Murong Chui pays his respects to His Majesty the King of Qin and Lord Yang Ping."
Xuancheng didn't speak, but Fu Jian signaled the man to get up.
When Murong Chui stood in front of Xuancheng, he suddenly felt that the light in the hall was dimmed. Xuancheng raised his eyes to look at him, only to feel that he was extraordinarily tall and strong, with a slightly oppressive aura. He didn't like it, so he said coldly, "General Murong, please sit down."
Murong Chui thanked him, and sat on the side silently.
Fu Jian said in a low voice, "What's the matter with you, Murong Chui won the sixth army bravely, he is a rare general, you should get along with him well in the future."
Xuancheng suppressed his voice, "You know that if you get someone, you will never refuse anyone. We can't keep someone like Murong Chui."
"You." Fu Jian smiled wryly.
The lanterns hanging outside were glowing red, and the light inside the hall was also fiery red. This New Year's Eve night was originally cold and frosty, but at this time Xuancheng felt unusually warm.
Wang Meng also came, saying that it was the birthday of Duke Yangping, and it was also the New Year of Daqin. After this night, it would be the fifth year of Jianyuan, so he should come to congratulate him.
Xuancheng respected Wang Meng but was a little afraid, and he couldn't see clearly the relationship between Wang Meng and Fu Jian. Maybe he had never experienced downfall or rebirth. A reborn person, and his messenger of light is Fu Jian.
But he was different, he was Fu Jian's younger brother, it was destined by nature.
Empress Dowager Xun is very happy. Empress Xun is Empress Dowager Xun's niece. Since Xuancheng came to the Qin Palace, he has always seen Empress Xun following Empress Dowager Xun. There has never been a moment of separation, and Fu Hong is always there. beside the two of them.
At this time, Xuancheng toasted with them one by one, Fu Hong's face was the most ugly, Xuancheng was a little puzzled in his heart, and he didn't want to meet Fu Hong, but they had to be a family.
After the wine was over, the family banquet gradually came to an end. The servants finally served the dumplings, which were piping hot. When they were placed in front of them, a warm current rose from their bodies.
Dumplings, this is the symbol of Chinese New Year's Eve dinner. It has been like this throughout the ages. Xuancheng thought that leaving home and parents would make the New Year's Eve dinner lonely and lonely, but it was not.
It's really warm here.
Xuancheng knows that the ancestors of the Fu family, Linwei, are the current generation of Longnan, Gansu. They are regarded as aliens in the eyes of the Han people, but even if they are aliens, they have also entered the Central Plains and lived in Chang'an, the thousand-year-old imperial capital. They still live the life of the Han people. , is no different from the Han people, and even in his opinion, it is more heart-warming than the Han people.
Murong Chui was about to leave, but Fu Jian held his hand, not knowing what to say, finally Murong Chui knelt down and bowed deeply to Fu Jian again and again, and finally left.
Wang Meng wanted to leave, but Fu Jian said, "You are different from them, stay here." Wang Meng did not leave.
So, when it was midnight, as soon as the alarm sounded outside, as Xuancheng expected, the fireworks outside the mansion went up, a big, big bunch of flowers rose into the air, and it lit up beautifully picture of.
It is plum blossom.
Xuancheng stared at the fireworks.
Prosperous fireworks.
However, that is just one person's plum blossom.
Fu Jian leaned against his back and said to him in a low voice, "Do you think that if you let me go, I will go?"
Wang Meng left in the end, and so did Empress Dowager Xun and Empress Xun. Fu Hong took a deep look at him and left too, and the princes all left.
But Fu Jian didn't leave.