He asked Fu Jian, "Do you really want to live here?"
"Why not?"
"This is the country of Yan, not our country of Qin."
"Brother, you forgot that the Yan Kingdom has been destroyed, and now there is only Daqin, and there is no Yan Kingdom."
Xuancheng gave a wry smile, his light eyebrows touched his slender eyelashes, "Yes, I forgot, now there is only Daqin, where did the country of Yan come from?"
"So, the sky is big and the earth is big. Wherever we go, we belong to the territory of my Great Qin. What are you afraid of? That old man just now has some eyesight, and he can tell that we are not from the territory of Yan Kingdom." Fu Jian said, "But it is also It's okay, even if Murong is standing in front of me now, he is still a prisoner."
Xuancheng retorted with a smile, "Is it a prisoner? I don't think so."
Fu Jian covered his mouth, pressed it against his ear and whispered, "Don't say any more, I didn't ask you to provoke Murong Chong, you did it yourself."
Xuancheng was shocked why he repeatedly mentioned Murong Chong in front of him, and it was so flat, completely indifferent, as if he didn't care at all.
But after all, judging from what Xuancheng knows now, there is no doubt that Murong Chong entered his harem.
Breakfast, have you had breakfast yet? Xuancheng pushed Fu Jian's hand away and said angrily, "You cook."
Fu Jian shook his head helplessly, "Brother, brother, respect, brother, brother, you still don't respect me so much."
"Say this again, and I'll turn you into a starving ghost." Xuancheng said harshly.
Fu Jian immediately shut up.
Indeed, the immediate solution to the problem of food and clothing is the most important thing compared to this war of words.
Cook? Do you really want to make your own breakfast? Fu Jian's face darkened, not knowing what to do.
Neither of them wanted to go to the kitchen, but cooking is really difficult. In Fu Jian's words, "Cooking is like running a country, and it's even more difficult."
Xuancheng heheed, "It should be because you are incompetent."
You don't know how to do it, let me do it, Xuancheng twisted in his heart, what can trouble Fu Jian is not difficult to himself.
"What to eat?"
"It also depends on what's here?" Fu Jian said rightly, you can't just rely on what you eat, it depends on the ingredients here.
Xuancheng searched the entire kitchen, but couldn't find any fresh and plump ingredients, only some green vegetables and millet.
"Millet porridge?"
"Vegetable porridge?"
Fu Jian muttered, "It's still porridge, can you make some meat?"
Xuancheng yelled at him heartlessly, "You think this is the imperial palace, you can eat whatever you want? It's good to have porridge, don't think about eating meat."
But Fu Jian looked at him quietly, and said for a long time, "Aren't you meat?"
Xuancheng was furious, "You have no conscience, I am your younger brother, you dare to eat my flesh."
Fu Jian laughed loudly, "I'm just kidding you, brother, hurry up and make porridge, I don't despise you."
"cut."
Xuancheng pouted.
I don't know who hates whom? The majestic king of a country can't even cook a meal.
Xuancheng washed vegetables, washed rice, lit a fire, and cooked porridge. Fu Jian was doing well. The uncle seemed to be wandering alone. Finally, when the porridge was ready, Fu Jian said, "I never thought that my precious brother could make porridge." .”
Xuancheng was stunned by his words, and swallowed the words alive.
He couldn't argue with Fu Jian, he was the emperor's younger brother, Fu Jian's own younger brother, since Fu Jian couldn't cook, how could his only younger brother know how to cook
"You doubt me?"
"No."
The two ate the porridge in silence, and Fu Jian praised, "The porridge you make is very good."
Xuancheng was indifferent to his praise.
After the meal, the two sat face to face.
"Don't you want to ask a few more questions?" Xuancheng opened the silent conversation.
"what?"
"Your brother."
Fu Jian pretended to be surprised, "Oh, yes, you are my younger brother, I should ask you when you learned how to make porridge."
"You can't fool me."
"When did I lie to you?"
Xuancheng said, "At this time, before."
Fu Jian took his hand from the opposite side and held his wrist, "Don't worry, I don't doubt you."
Xuancheng tugged at his wrist, "Let go, do what you have to do, don't hold hands all the time, I'm not used to it."
Fu Jian said seriously, "You were used to it before."
Xuancheng didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so he stood up and cleaned up the dishes, "After eating, you have to clean up the dishes."
One cooks and one washes the dishes.
Xuancheng drew a conclusion for Fu Jian, "too lazy." This very inhumane conclusion, of course, only refers to the fact that he is cooking and eating.