Chang'an Intoxicated, A Chaos-Bringing Concubine

What made Xuancheng stunned was not how small and broken the room was, but that he had to be squeezed together with Fu Jian. He always felt uncomfortable and his heart was sore. For some reason, he actually felt a sense of guilt.

He thought, maybe he really dragged Fu Jian down. He is a majestic emperor, and he condescended to follow him all over the mountains and rivers, into the wilderness, and he ate every meal. He didn't know which ruined temple he lived in. Farmers sometimes have to sleep outside.

His eyes were sore, he turned his head away, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Fu Jian didn't say anything, just sat on the bed silently, patted the edge of the bed with a smile, "Look, it's not bad, how tough it is."

"Come on, good brother, I will wrong you again tonight."

Is this a grievance? Xuancheng obviously gave way to himself everywhere, turned around, smiled slightly, "Okay."

"Together with you." He shook his head and said firmly, "I won't be wronged."

The next day they bid farewell to the farmer and continued on their way.

At this time, they were already approaching the edge of Beimo, and at dusk that day, they stamped their feet.

There is a high platform ahead, Xuancheng looked around and walked over slowly.

He stood on the high platform and looked up. The paleness of winter has gradually faded, and the colors of spring have slowly spread up. The little green things have opened their small mouths, and there are graceful dances on the branches. The corners of Xuancheng's mouth curled up. With a smile.

This place was once the land of the Murong family.

Fu Jian stood in the distance, and he watched from behind, with a smile on his lips.

Brothers are of the same heart, but, they are not blood brothers after all.

When approaching the desert, Xuancheng could smell the smell of yellow sand and uninhabited people. He said in his heart that this is actually Yan'an in Shaanxi. After Yan'an, he went to Yinchuan and Zhongwei in Ningxia. He felt strongly that this body had also been there.

He once went to Yinchuan with the archaeological team of the Department of History, and went to Zhongwei with a group of desert lovers. He watched the scene of long yellow sand, felt the majesty of the Jiuqu Yellow River, and laughed with a group of lunatics. He was sitting on the yellow sand enjoying the quiet and warm sunshine. When the camera flashed down, he cracked his mouth and smiled with white teeth like snow.

"My brother likes this desert?" Fu Jian seemed to see what he was thinking, and he didn't know whether he said it on purpose or not.

Xuancheng sank, but still nodded, "It's better than Chang'an."

"Oh, why? You don't like Chang'an?"

"Perhaps, the prosperity in front of me is true and false, and it is fleeting. The thousand-year-old capital, or the once prosperous area, is just a dry city overnight."

"Oh, really? I don't think so."

He took a deep breath, "Brother came out this time, I felt a lot of emotion, especially after arriving in Yecheng, I know that we have all been to Yecheng before, and experienced the vast land and resources of the former Yan Kingdom, but how about that?" What, Yan State is now a subsidiary of my Qin State, and all of the Murong family is owned by me, Fu Qin. Brother, I can give you whatever you want, but you can't hate Chang'an, it is your country, your home. "

Xuancheng said silently, "My home, my home." His voice was so low that only he could hear it.

Indeed, there is only one family in Chang'an now.

He smiled, "Don't worry, brother, I understand what you said, as long as you don't forget me."

Fu Jian didn't answer, and they came down from the high platform. There was a lot of yellow sand here, and there was no human habitation thousands of miles away. The ground was so dry that not even half a grain of water grass could be seen. Xuancheng squinted his eyes slightly, looking into the distance.

Fu Jian smiled, walked over gently, bent over, and lowered his head.

Xuancheng took a closer look, and sure enough, the legends are true, and there is often a kind of flower in the desert, a kind of flower that is proud of the world.