Zhang Tianxi agreed to the letter of credence, proclaimed himself a vassal to Qin, and paid tribute every year. Fu Jian's benevolence continued to extend endlessly. Xuancheng was pleased that he did not use troops to Liang, but he couldn't let go of Murong Chong.
He would go to Ganquan Palace almost every day, all while Fu Jian was away.
The prince hadn't had much trouble with him recently, and when he met him, he would politely call him uncle.
But Xuancheng listened awkwardly, he didn't want these people to be different from the outside.
In a blink of an eye, the winter of 371 AD came.
It was snowing heavily in Chang'an, thick, white, and vast. Xuancheng stayed in the mansion for a few days, and he planned to go outside for a walk.
It reminded me of this time last year.
Not long after he arrived in Chang'an, Fu Jian came to sit with him every day. In the warm pavilion, the two talked and read books.
"What about others?"
The answer is obvious, Fu Jian is in the Mingguang Hall of Ganquan Palace.
So he went too, not looking for Fu Jian.
He didn't let Mingyue follow him, and he was alone, wearing a thick velvet robe.
Ganquan Palace was very quiet, and it was also covered with a thick layer of snow. Withered leaves fell to the ground, and Xuancheng creaked when stepped on it.
He looked around, there were no palace people around, it was as quiet as an empty mountain.
He went in through the outer courtyard, and he seemed to smell a fragrance, a delicate fragrance, but very lingering, like the smell of a wanderer.
A wanderer who has been drifting outside for a long time always carries a smell, faint, and it is hard to tell whether it is the smell of homesickness or sadness.
He stopped and walked lightly, when he heard a faint voice.
He didn't dare to go, so as if by magic, his steps froze.
Because he saw a picture.
A very beautiful, beautiful picture that cannot be broken.
He saw a pair of people, a pair of people hugging each other.
The man in his arms is naturally romantic and natural, and three thousand blue silk clouds are spread on the ground. He lowers his eyes, his face is light, and there is no expression. The most amazing thing is his skin, which is whiter than this. There is more than a few points of snow in winter.
Murong Chong.
He is so beautiful, Xuancheng has never seen such a beautiful person, from all corners of the country, from all corners of the country, he can't find anyone who can compete with this little prince of the Xianbei clan.
His heart ached badly.
I don't know who it is for.
Fu Jian felt so sorry for the person in his arms, as if he was afraid of being hurt by the cold wind and frost. He slid his hand over every inch of skin on the face of the person in his arms, and lingered on his lips for a long time. Up and down a light kiss.
Xuan Cheng was stunned.
He didn't even know when he shed a tear, he just looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him fascinated.
Fu Jian, you are so sentimental, he cursed in his heart.
Murong Chong hates you to death, yet you still treat him like this.
How much Xuancheng hoped that the two of them would be separated, even if it was just a small quarrel, don't let these two people be together, because they seem so suitable for each other.
One pair for life people.
Xuancheng left silently.
This year's New Year's Eve is here again, Xuancheng remembered that Mingyue said last year that it was her birthday.
Fu Jian came early, and so did the crown prince, as in previous years, all the princes came, Empress Dowager Xun was supported, she was much older, Wang Meng, Murong Chui, Murong Wei, most of the officials in the court also arrived.
More people came than last year, but Xuancheng was not half happy.
Because he saw the strangeness on Fu Jian's face, the smile that surfaced was different from last year, last year it was a sincere smile, but this year it was forced, as if absent-minded.
Xuancheng knew what he was worried about.
"Brother Huang, do you want to accompany me to Lishan Mountain to appreciate plum blossoms this year?" Xuancheng asked tentatively.
Fu Jian smiled, "Why, you still want to go?"
Xuancheng felt a chill in his heart.
"Yes, the snow is so heavy this year, the roads outside are difficult to walk, let alone going up the mountain, forget it."
Xuancheng turned his head and left, today is his master, he has to greet so many people, so he can't waste time with him.
But Fu Jian took his hand, "Brother, if you want to go, go, I will go with you."
Xuancheng gave him a cool smile.
At this time, Fu Hong just came over, he seemed to have drunk some wine, his face was slightly flushed, and there was an intoxicated smile on his face.
"Uncle Huang, Father Huang will go to Lishan Mountain with you. If you don't go to such a good thing, don't miss it."
Xuancheng said, "Why don't the crown prince go with the emperor's uncle? The emperor's brother is busy with government affairs. As a nephew, shouldn't you be filial?"
Fu Hong sneered, "Uncle Huang, you are really abnormal today."
"Hong'er, you slipped your tongue." Fu Jian reminded him from the side.