Xuancheng's heart seemed to be pierced by something. Ever since the Yan Kingdom was destroyed and the Murong family were brought to Chang'an, Fu Jian seemed to have changed. Get them involved.
Always being close to them, but seeming to be far away from his relatives, Xuancheng felt very sad, but he was not Fu Jian's real brother after all, so he didn't try to persuade him, he just didn't speak, and he walked out silently.
Seeing Wang Meng standing in front, he leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Why did the prime minister stop?"
Wang Meng turned around and smiled, "You saw it too, didn't you?"
Xuancheng looked bewildered.
"Your Majesty is close to those people of the Murong clan, it's not okay to go on like this." Wang Meng worried, "Look, is there something added in this palace now?"
Xuancheng looked around carefully, then shook his head, "What is the prime minister referring to?"
"You really didn't notice?"
Xuancheng was still at a loss.
Wang Meng waved his hand, "Forget it, don't mention it, I'm leaving, you can see what's in Ganquan Palace."
Xuancheng froze for a moment, then ran like the wind as if he had discovered something important.
He rushed all the way to Ganquan Palace, just at the moment the palace people were not there, and the palace door was not locked, so he gently opened the door.
There was a faint fragrance in the palace. I don't know what it was. He didn't seem to have smelled this kind of fragrance. Qin didn't have it. He sniffed it vigorously, and he seemed to smell the smell of his hometown. There were actually pine nuts. scent.
He pushed aside the layers of the palace, and on the steps of the Mingguang Hall, he saw a person.
The man was dressed in white, with long hair, which fell directly on the ground, as beautiful as a waterfall. He bent over, not knowing what to write on the ground.
"You." For some reason, Xuancheng originally wanted to shout, but only such a short word came out of his mouth.
The man turned around.
Xuancheng saw his face.
Immediately, the world was shaken. In an instant, Xuancheng forgot everything, what he did here, where he came from, and where he was going
He had seen those eyes, and had seen them more than once.
His complexion is extremely white, as crystal clear as ice crystals. His face is well-shaped, neither fat nor thin. It is not the traditional round face of a beauty, nor is it the most popular awl face. It is an indescribable beauty. Cheng admits that this is the most beautiful person he has ever seen.
He had seen it in the museum, some modern historians researched on race, there was only one kind of people in history, and all of its races were beautiful, and the beauty was unique, only the Murong Xianbei clan.
It is not a delicate beauty, nor is it a charming beauty, but a kind of natural beauty, as if God has endowed them with infinite power. They are very masculine, even more beautiful than women.
"You are Murong Chong." Xuancheng was stunned, his thoughts were tumbling in his body for a long time before he came up with such a sentence, he told himself with certainty that this person could only be Murong Chong.
The man didn't speak, but with one look, he was enough to kill a person, a person's heart.
Xuancheng looked at it for a long time, and finally he sighed from the bottom of his heart, "You are really beautiful."
He left Ganquan Palace, he didn't know where to go.
He thought it was right for him to come to the former Qin Dynasty, he could see Fu Jian and the peaceful and prosperous world he created.
Those things can also be avoided, he thought that Murong Chong died, but in fact it was just his wild guess.
Murong Chong is living a good life, the one who is not good is himself.
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Fu Jian sent people to send a letter of credence, and agreed to Zhang Tianxi's request that Liang would become a vassal of Qin and had to pay tribute to Qin every year.
There is no foreign war for the time being. Indeed, this is something worth celebrating. Qin is about to enter a stage of recuperation.
In Fu Hong's words, it is to furnish troops and develop farming.
Xuancheng was ill, and the illness was not serious. He didn't go to the morning court for several days, even avoiding going to the Empress Dowager Xun.
Fu Jian did not come to visit him.
He was wearing a thin coat to see the withered evening flowers.
"You are beautiful, you are all beautiful." He said lightly.
It's a pity that no matter how beautiful a flower is, it will wither one day.
In this world, what can be eternal
He thought for a long time, when night fell, he put on his clothes and was about to go out when Fu Jian came.
"I heard that you are sick, I'll come and see." Fu Jian said so.
Xuancheng's complexion was really bad, Fu Jian smiled slightly, "It seems that you are really sick."
"Is there still time off from illness?" Xuancheng ignored him and went back to the Nuan Pavilion alone.
Fu Jian followed and also entered.