Xuancheng thought about it, this is what Fu Jian called swiftness, destroying Yan with lightning speed.
But why
It was less than a year since the last attack on Yan. He had been to Yecheng once last month, which was completely unexpected, but it seemed reasonable and he did not give the other party a chance to breathe.
At the end of August, Murong Wei ordered Taifu Murong Ping to lead 300,000 elite soldiers inside and outside the court to rescue Huguan and Jinyang two cities, and also sent Yidu King Murong Huan to lead tens of thousands of troops to Tunshating as Murong Ping's successor.
On September 1st, Fu Jian came to Yangping Duke's Mansion with a smile, holding a letter in his hand, "Young Brother, look, Yang An has arrived in Jinyang, and those people in the court of Murong Wei are still cheating." he."
Xuancheng took it back and glanced at it for a few times, not knowing what it was like, it was so sad.
A person like Murong Wei is really not suitable to be an emperor. He is weak and incompetent. Sun blinded the eyes and ears and fooled the Lord.
Fu Jian sighed, "Hey, when Murong Wei comes, I will definitely build him the most luxurious mansion and support him. He, in Yecheng, hides in the deep palace all day long. How wonderful is the outside world?" , he didn’t even come out to take a look, since that’s the case, I will hide him well when I come to Chang’an.”
Xuancheng finally let out a laugh.
"There is no one like you, a foreigner. You treat them so well and build a mansion for them. Murong Wei is cowardly. He deserves it for listening to slander."
Mingyue took the letter in his hand, put it in her bosom, and continued with a sentence, "Your Majesty is benevolent. From ancient times to the present, I have never seen a monarch as benevolent as Your Majesty."
Xuancheng immediately replied, "From ancient times to the present? How old are you, and how many have you seen? There are too many emperors like him."
Fu Jian retorted, "Oh, so the emperor has seen many monarchs like me."
Xuan Cheng was immediately speechless.
Neither master nor servant is a good person.
In mid-September, Fu Jian suddenly ordered Xuancheng to go to Luoyang in the court hall, saying that Luoyang completely belonged to Daqin, and now he needed an important minister to guard the city.
When Fu Jian said it in the court hall, the officials discussed a bit, saying that Yangping Gong should follow the prime minister's army into Ye, and the prince should let the prince guard the city when Luoyang city was broken.
Fu Jian said, "The crown prince wants to guard Chang'an, and I plan to go to Yecheng. The matter of Luoyang can only be left to the emperor's younger brother."
It makes sense, and the officials acquiesced.
Xuancheng can only accept it.
Wang Meng conquered Huguan, captured Yanshangdang prefect and Nan'an Wang Murongyue, and all the counties and counties he passed by heard the news and surrendered to Wang Meng.
Fu Jian bid farewell to Xuancheng at Baqiao again, and he was speechless. Many officials didn't come, only people from Fu's family. From the beginning to the end, neither of them spoke. Fu Jian raised his hand and stroked a few strands of black hair for him gently.
Xuancheng smiled calmly.
"Brother Huang, my younger brother has gone."
He got on his horse, stood tall, looked straight into the distance, there was a vast white mist, no sunlight could be seen, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, the hibiscus flowers on the Baqiao were in full bloom, but Xuancheng didn't see it.
He galloped away, and the breath of the man behind him echoed silently in his ears. He seemed to hear him call, "Fu Rong." But no, he didn't call him, "Brother."
He never thought of giving Fu Jian his name.
However, he really heard Fu Jian calling him Xuancheng.
Luoyang, the place where I first came, went again this time.
Somehow, when he was supposed to be happy, when he arrived in Luoyang, he could carefully recall the scene at that time, whether he fell off the horse or whether he lost his memory.
However, in an instant, his mind was in a mess, as if there were many things in his mind. In an instant, the faces of Zhu Tou, Xiao Huang, and Carrot were clearly printed in his vision, even the faces of Liang Ren. The face that usually looks indifferent but occasionally shows a cold humor is also magnified in his pupils.
Nanjing is becoming more and more familiar and getting closer. It seems that the next moment, he stepped into the gazebo in Zhiyuan. He stood in the gazebo to enjoy the flowers, and looked at the girl with flowing hair opposite him. face, all of a sudden, everything is blurred.
No, this is not Nanjing.
It is the former Qin Dynasty, it is Chang'an, the ancient capital of thousands of years.
The beeping of horseshoes sounded, and Xuancheng's eyes suddenly became clear again. In the distance, there were high mountains one after another.
There is still a long way to go, and what I have to go has never been so simple.