But Xuancheng knew that this was not just the difference between a concubine and a legitimate son, and that Fu Jian was not fatuous. He definitely had his own considerations when he made Fu Hong the crown prince and put Fu Pi on the battlefield.
Xuancheng stared at Fu Jian, and Fu Jian stared at this old palace that was somewhat covered in dust. He looked at it carefully for a long time, and then slightly closed his eyes.
"Go back," he said at last.
Fu PI cautiously led the way for them. It was almost Haishi when they came back from Yanhuang Palace, and the rooms were all ready. Xuancheng patted Fu PI on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Thank you."
"Where, this is as it should be." Fu Pi still had a humble expression.
This was the best time Xuancheng lived since leaving Chang'an, and it was also the only time he was separated from Fu Jian. Maybe, Fu Jian and Fu Pi had something to talk about, Xuancheng thought so.
Xuancheng was very tired. After so many days of travel, he could finally have a good night's sleep comfortably. He fell into bed and fell asleep.
All night, his ears didn't stop, he always felt that someone was talking, vaguely, he saw a person standing in front of him.
Xuancheng struggled to open his eyes, but his head was still groggy, and his nerves were still unclear.
He said it was a dream.
A dream that you can't wake up from.
The man's face was familiar yet unfamiliar.
It seems that I have seen it thousands of times, but it seems that I have never seen it.
"Xuancheng, Xuancheng."
The man called his name softly.
Xuancheng shook his head, "No, no, I'm not Xuancheng."
"Xuancheng, since you're here, you can stay at ease, this is your destination after all."
"I want to go back."
"Where are you going back? Nanjing? Or Chang'an?"
That's right, where should we go back, Nanjing or Chang'an? Or Luoyang, Xuancheng was confused for a while.
"Xuancheng, remember, when you arrive in Chang'an, you have to help Fu Jian and dissuade him. The former Qin Dynasty could rule the world as long as you don't die. You won't allow yourself to die, will you?"
"I won't die." Xuancheng said with such certainty.
The corner of the man's mouth raised slightly, "Okay, then help Fu Jian, he needs you."
"Remember, Murong Chong must die, otherwise he will harm Fu Jian and the former Qin Dynasty."
"No, he can't die." Xuancheng roared, for some reason, he originally hated Murong Chong to death, but when he heard that he was going to die, he objected in his heart.
He couldn't forget that look.
He couldn't forget the eyes of that cool and cool person who was like a fairy.
"Murong Chong can't die, but Fu Jian must die. There are two people, you can only choose one."
Xuancheng was so sad, his heart ached so hard he couldn't bear it, "Why? Is there no other choice? Why must it be one of them?"
The man smiled slightly, "This is your destiny, man, you can't be insatiable, you have to lose the other to get one."
"But why do I have to choose between the two of them?" Xuancheng said heavily, "Can I choose neither? I don't want them to die."
"No, otherwise, you will never be able to return to the original world. You will not be able to see Liang Ren, Zhu Tou, Xiao Huang, Carrot, and your parents. Now, think about it, is it your relatives and friends who are important, or a person who is unfamiliar to you and who has been separated for more than a thousand years?"
Xuancheng was silent.
When mentioning parents, Zhutouluobai and the others, Xuancheng felt even more uncomfortable, as if he had a lot to say, but he didn't know who to tell.
He wanted to say, why make a unique one? Is it okay to just finish the graduation thesis so-so
Why do you want to bet with Liang Ren, what's the matter with you for more than a thousand years
Why choose the subject of Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties to study
A series of why? Xuancheng really wanted to talk to someone he knew, but when he opened and closed his eyes, he couldn't find anyone.
He stretched out his hand, he curled up his body, he took a deep breath, he took a shallow breath, there was no friend in front of him.
"younger brother."
"younger brother."
"Fu Jian, I'm sorry, Murong Chong, I can't hurt you."
He shed tears sadly, he felt that someone was touching his forehead, and someone was speaking softly in his ear.
That person is very gentle, and I always call him so gently.