Fu Jian came, and upon hearing their conversation, he smiled brightly, "It's nothing, a Luoyang is nothing, since Murong Wei contradicts what he says, then I can't tolerate him."
Xuancheng thought, maybe, Fu Jian was waiting for this opportunity, as long as Yan State tore up the previously signed contract, then he would have an excuse to continue attacking Yan State.
The battle of Yecheng seemed inevitable.
Murong Chui cupped his hands at this time and said, "Your Majesty, I wish to take the lead and fight for Your Majesty to conquer Luoyang City."
Fu Jian looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Luoyang? The champion general really thinks I'm going to attack Luoyang again?"
Murong Chui was stunned.
Fu Jian walked over gently, took Xuan Cheng's hand, "Go."
"where to?"
"Follow me into the palace."
That night, Xuancheng stayed in the palace.
The second day is the Shangyuan Festival, which is what is called the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month in modern times.
Fu Jian got up early, Nan'an came to greet Xuancheng, and as soon as he stepped in, Fu Jian followed into the house, "Imperial Brother, today is the Shangyuan Festival, I want to go to Lishan with you. It's very lively, let's go and have a look."
Xuancheng was not happy, "It's just a festival, what's good in Lishan, you like to go there, could it be that you stand tall and see far, you are an emperor, you like to be high, I am not, every time To pull me there."
Even though he said so, he couldn't resist Fu Jian's temptation after all, and finally followed him obediently.
In fact, at this time of year, there is still a vast expanse of snow on Lishan Mountain, so there is not even half a point of good-looking scenery.
It was so cold that it made people gnash their teeth, Xuancheng complained non-stop.
Fu Jian was still smiling, as if apologizing, "It's my fault, it's my fault, good brother, just bear with me."
Xuancheng smiled immediately, "Then you admit your mistake to me."
"Admit your mistake? What mistake do you admit?"
"You shouldn't have brought me up this cold mountain."
"Haha, brother, you, you."
The two talked and laughed like this, and the time passed quickly. At noon, they stood on the top of Lishan Mountain, looking into the distance.
Fu Jian sighed, "It's so beautiful."
Xuancheng looked at him, "What's so beautiful?"
Fu Jian still looked forward, his eyes were so firm, "The mountains and rivers are so beautiful, the scenery of the northern country."
Xuancheng continued the second half of the sentence with malicious intentions, "Thousands of miles of ice." He knew that this was a verse of the emperor.
However, Fu Jian said solemnly, "No, a single spark can start a prairie fire."
Xuancheng was completely bewildered now.
Fu Jian is really a god, he has predicted in advance the pioneering deeds of great men after thousands of years.
"A single spark can start a prairie fire, so it depends on what kind of fire it is?" A voice suddenly came from behind.
This light sound is like a stream, extremely gentle, at first hearing it makes people want to have a desire to spy on the face of the owner of the sound.
The two turned around at the same time.
Sure enough, in the vast snow field, there was a person standing straight.
He was wearing a white robe, inside the robe was a light gray gown, which was long and dragged on the ground. His hair was very long, not tied up, and hung neatly and elegantly on his chest, like splashed ink. What a nice view.
This person suddenly descended into the snow like a fairy, Xuancheng was stunned, and Fu Jian smiled.
"You know him?" Xuancheng whispered.
Fu Jian stopped his smile, was startled, and shook his head, "I don't know."
Xuancheng's heart immediately stiffened as if frozen by heavy snow, why did Fu Jian have that expression.
The man walked over slowly, with extremely light steps, stopped less than three feet away from them, and smiled calmly, "Are you two interested in enjoying the snow with me?"
"I'm interested, but I'm afraid it's not about enjoying the snow?" Fu Jian said lightly.
"Then what do you want to reward?"
Fu Jian smiled, even a little strangely, ignoring the surprised expressions of the people around him, and spit out a few words, "Qinhuai River."
The man smiled heartily, "Your Excellency must have made a mistake. We are currently in Lishan Mountain, and the Qinhuai River is far away in the southern country. How can we appreciate it?"
Fu Jian retorted, "But haven't you enjoyed the scenery of the northern country as well?"
The man was taken aback for a moment, and then the two looked up and laughed.
Xuancheng really didn't know what they were talking about, so he turned his head and was about to leave, when suddenly he heard the man in white robe say, "Xia Yanyi, I met you two here today by chance, it's fate, I hope you don't dislike me, In this Lantern Festival, let me make friends with you."
Xuancheng stopped, Fu Jian grabbed his wrist, "Make friends with him, you will like it."