Xuancheng stared at Fu Jian coldly, and replied to Fu PI, "Because it can only be kept in a cage."
"So that's the case."
Fu Pi sighed, "Then these owners are too selfish. Such a beautiful bird should be seen by the world. If it is locked in a cage, it will eventually be suffocated to death."
Xuancheng said, "Pi'er thinks so too?"
Fu Jian glared at Fu PI, then turned to him and said, "He is talking nonsense, why should you take it seriously."
"Father, my son really thinks so. The emperor said that the canary was locked in a cage. My son thinks it's impossible. Beauty is bestowed by heaven. People who raise birds are too selfish. If I were me, I would definitely put the canary Let the sparrows out, let the common people see a kind of beauty in this world."
After hearing this, Fu Jian said sarcastically, "Pi'er is generous."
Xuancheng listened to the conversation between their father and son, and stayed silent.
"Pi'er has seen the great Sima of the former Yan Kingdom?"
Fu Pi replied, "No, father, you moved the Murong family to Chang'an, and my son stayed here in Yecheng. Although it was the capital of the old Yan Kingdom, I never saw the dignity of the Murong family."
"Isn't that a pity?" Fu Jian said.
Fu PI cupped his hands and said humbly, "My ministers guard the city for my father. It's no pity for those royal families who have lost their country to see anything."
Fu Jian repeated what he said just now, "You really can talk."
Fu Pi immediately fell silent.
Xuancheng sneered, "Don't scare your son, he doesn't need to be scared."
Fu Jian gave him a bewildered smile, "He is the most resistant to scaring."
Fu PI looked at the two of them in a daze.
"In that case, why not follow me to the old palace of Yan Kingdom?" Fu Jian said suddenly.
Xuancheng was stunned, and so was Fu Pi.
Fu PI said respectfully and cautiously, "It's getting late, you and the emperor's uncle have worked hard all the way, you'd better go back and rest, I will accompany you to the Qianyan Old Palace tomorrow."
Xuancheng also said, "Go back."
But Fu Jian insisted, "I will go by myself."
Xuancheng and Fu Pi couldn't move him, so they had to go with him.
After leaving Fu Pi's mansion, a few hundred meters to the east is the imperial palace of the former Yan Kingdom. After Yan's demise, without Fu Jian's consent, it has been shelved, and not a single brick or tile has been moved.
At this moment, when Xuancheng stepped on this piece of dust, he was filled with emotions.
In the mighty long river of history, how many countries like this have come and gone.
Wang Anshi has poems and essays, and the old things of the Six Dynasties are like water.
Xuancheng remembers that when he was in high school, his favorite song was Wang Anshi's Nostalgia of Osmanthus Fragrance to Jinling. At that time, he was secretly sad for a long time, so when he was in college, he chose Nanjing without hesitation.
"Ascending to see off, it is the late autumn of the old country, and the weather is beginning to be quiet. Thousands of miles of Chengjiang seem to be running, and emerald peaks are like clusters. The sails are sailed to the setting sun, with the westerly wind on their backs, and the wine flags are slanting. The colorful boats and clouds are light, and the stars are rising. It is difficult to draw a picture. Reminiscing about the past, bustling and competing, sighing at the building outside the door, sorrow and hatred continue. The ages are high, and this is honor and disgrace. The old things of the Six Dynasties follow the flowing water, but the cold smoke and the decaying grass turn green. To this day, the business woman still sings from time to time, "**" legacy."
Xuancheng read it silently.
"When did my younger brother become so good at writing?" Fu Jian didn't know whether it was a compliment or a sarcasm, Xuan Cheng could only smile wryly.
If Wang Anshi's literary talents were not good, there would be no talented scholars in ancient China.
"Are you still sad here? You can't bear it? The Yan Kingdom is dead, and they have all arrived in Chang'an. In fact, you have long wanted to come to Yecheng."
Xuancheng ignored his random guesses, not to mention Fu PI was by his side at the moment.
A person like Fu Hong can sense something is wrong with him, so why is a smart person like Fu Pi indifferent to him
"Sooner or later, you will die, and you will die, and the good ones will die in the hands of the Jin people."
"Oh, why?"
"The Jin people are in the south. If they want to go north and cross the Yellow River, it will consume an infinite number of manpower, energy, material and financial resources."
"You are thinking about the common people, my brother really loves the people like a son."
Xuancheng Road, "It's not as good as you."
Fu Jian's benevolence was not only in the period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms, but also spread to the descendants for more than a thousand years.
The dust and rubble were swallowed up bit by bit by the wind and sand. The former glory is but desolate today. The Murong family was lucky. They met Fu Jian, so they were able to enjoy the glory and wealth after the subjugation of the country.
Fu Pi watched the land silently, there was sadness in his eyes, and there was some sense of nostalgia. Xuancheng didn't know who the nostalgia was for
But in his eyes, there is more ambition, which is something that Xuancheng can't see in Fu Hong's eyes.
Fu Pi is talented and Fu Hong is affectionate.
If the prince of the former Qin Dynasty was not Fu Hong, then the most suitable person was Fu Pi, but Fu Jian never mentioned his eldest son.
Fate may be like this. It is better to be born well than to be born well.