Golden Stage

"Fu Shen!"

A vague cry came from his ears, he was still conscious, but his body lost consciousness, the sound of rain followed him like a shadow, a person bent down to hug him, there was a feeling of déjà vu.

It was like the warm chest that was embraced when he fell to the ground a few days ago, and it was like the gentle hands that patted his back a long time ago.

who is coming?

He was sent into a narrow and dry cage, and was forced to leave the tentacles that were warm and moderately soft and hard.Before he had time to enjoy it carefully, he suddenly lost his temper, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and pulled it forward fiercely——

bang.

Lord Yan, who didn't have time to straighten his waist, smashed into the carriage, and pressed Jingning Hou under him in a very immoral posture.And Fu Shen finally lived up to everyone's expectations and was woken up by him.

Their eyes met, Yan Xiaohan didn't expect this sick ghost to be able to fake a corpse even after he fainted, just when he was about to lose his temper, he happened to meet Fu Shen's eyes.

There were still raindrops on his eyelashes, and his eyes were so dizzy that he looked like he was about to cry.Even though he knew it was fake, Master Yan still involuntarily turned off the fire, got up and sat down, and asked in a low voice: "Go to my house first, let Shen Yuce come and see your injury, okay?"

He was a little worried about Fu Shen's injury, after all it was no joke to let a cripple kneel on the stone floor for an hour.Fu Shen didn't know if he understood, so he gave a vague "hmm".

He half-closed his eyes tiredly, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, and leaned against the wall of the carriage as if he had no bones.The carriage was heading towards Yan's Mansion. The road in central Beijing was flat, but Fu Shen was still jolted from side to side.Yan Xiaohan watched him intently for a long time, and finally tentatively extended his hand to Fu Shen.Sure enough, before he got close, the person who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep shot like lightning, and grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"

Yan Xiaohan: "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

A trace of confusion flashed across Fu Shen's face: "I don't feel comfortable anywhere, why?"

His fingers were icy cold, and his palm exuded an abnormal heat, Yan Xiaohan sighed, turned his wrist over, and managed to break free from his restraint, raised his hand to test the temperature on his forehead: "I have a fever. "

It was hot to the touch.

Fu Shen himself didn't feel anything, so he raised his hand to touch it: "Isn't it hot?"

Yan Xiaohan: "What you touched was my hand."

Using the back of his head as a fulcrum, Fu Shen turned over, turned sideways to him, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay... just go back and sleep."

It's just that on the way from the imperial palace to Yan's mansion, the unhealed dark wounds and the cold from the rain all came together, and his illness was severe. Coupled with mental exhaustion and exhaustion, Fu Shen was a little delirious with fever, and when he got off the car, he was completely out of his mind. I was dizzy and couldn't wake up no matter how I called.Yan Xiaohan had no choice but to carry him all the way in.

All the servants kept their eyes straight and did not dare to vent their breath.Yan Xiaohan's rule was strict, and the servants and servants were far more nimble than the old, weak, sick and disabled in the Hou's mansion, but in a short while they prepared all the hot water in the bathtub, and prepared their clothes and blankets, and came to invite the two of them to take a bath.

Yan Xiaohan didn't feel worried about giving his hands to others, so he undressed Fu Shen himself.The drenched white singlet was stuck to his body, his thin and slender body was almost visible at a glance, but it was a pity that Yan Xiaohan couldn't think of anything charming at the moment, and he focused all his attention on Fu Shen's legs.

The layers of bandages have been soaked in blood, and it was not obvious that the red clothes blocked it just now, but now it is shocking.Yan Xiaohan leaned over to pick him up, bent his legs, and carefully put him into the wooden bucket filled with hot water, and was splashed all over by the overflowing water, not caring about his embarrassment: "Master...Fu Shen? "

His fingers brushed the side of Fu Shen's neck inadvertently, and all the black hair was pulled to the other side, revealing a light-colored scar next to the artery.That position is terrifyingly dangerous. If it were any deeper, I'm afraid this person would not be able to lie in the bathtub well.

Yan Xiaohan only knew how many scars Fu Shen had on his body today, old ones and fresh ones, which had never been shown in front of others and were left in the annals of history.

He suddenly understood what Fu Shen said "It's difficult to calm down".

If he had never trusted the emperor, never put the world in his heart, why would he go to the battlefield again and again with a heavy armor on his back—couldn’t the shadow of the three princes protect a pampered and wealthy young master?

Yan Xiaohan called a young servant in from outside, and pointed to Hou Jingning in the bathtub: "Watch out, don't let him fall into the water."

A screen was placed in the bathroom to separate the two spaces.Yan Xiaohan walked around to the other side, rinsed it off, wrung out his long hair with a towel, put the hairpin on top of his head, changed his clothes, and returned to Fu Shen's side.The boy had never seen him care so much about anyone before, so he secretly wondered.

Fu Shen's mind was in chaos, only part of his consciousness was still awake. He felt that he fell into the warm water suddenly from the cold rainy day, and felt drowsy comfortably, but after a while, someone suddenly helped him up. A familiar voice said in his ear: "Stretch out your hand and hug my neck tightly."

The scent of agarwood slowly drifts away, a little inexplicably attractive.

Fu Shen stretched out his arms towards him as if bewitched.The man clasped his shoulders slightly harder, and with the sound of "crashing", he was carried out of the water.

The moment the body left the warm water, chills swept from all directions.Fu Shen seemed to be thrown back into the cold and rainy desolate world again. He groaned indistinctly, struggled subconsciously, and tried to curl himself up into a ball.

Yan Xiaohan almost fell into the water because of his sudden force, before he could get annoyed, he saw his movements clearly, and hurriedly shook off a blanket to wrap him up: "It's okay, don't move around, is it still cold?"

Fu Shen muttered something, but Yan Xiaohan didn't hear it clearly, so he moved closer: "Huh?"

Fu Shen stopped talking, and slowly stretched his hands and feet in the warm blanket, but his brows were still furrowed, as if he was trying his best to endure.Yan Xiaohan pondered his expression, and asked tentatively, "Is there any pain?"

Fu Shen made an indistinct sound from his throat. Yan Xiaohan originally wanted to help him put on his clothes, but now he didn't dare to move around, for fear of bumping into some hidden wound on him.It just so happened that someone came to report that Shen Yuce had arrived, so Yan Xiaohan moved to the bedroom with the blanket and others.

Shen Yuce saw that he came in with someone in his arms, with loose hair and no clothes, and almost rolled his eyes: "This, this, this..."

"Come on, it's the Marquis of Jingning," Yan Xiaohan put Fu Shen on his bed, "I knelt in the rain for an hour, and just passed out from the fever. Let's see, can you save me?"

Shen Yuce felt that the frequency of Jingninghou's appearance was a bit high recently, but he didn't think deeply about it. While taking Fu Shen's pulse, he said, "What's the matter? He can't even walk, what's he doing in the rain and kneeling in a good way?" ? My lord, you were also caught in the rain just now? Ask them to fry a bowl of ginger soup."

Yan Xiaohan waved his hand in annoyance, not wanting to mention that crap.

Shen Yice was very winking, so he didn't ask any more questions, and concentrated on taking the pulse of both hands of Fu Shen, then lifted the blanket and looked at Fu Shen's legs, wrote three notes to ask people to dispense medicine, and washed his hands with spirits , to change the bandage on Fu Shen's leg.

Yan Xiaohan frowned and asked, "He was crying for pain just now, could there be other wounds?"

Shen Yuce suspected that the qincha envoy had lost his mind due to the autumn rain, and patiently explained: "Kneeling on the ground for an hour, even the iron knees can't stand it, let alone his knee bones are broken, and the wound is soaked in water." It will also be red, swollen and painful, and——" He pointed out the window, "People like the Marquis of Jingning are most afraid of the weather outside. I guess he has many old injuries on his body. To be honest, this kind of pain , if it were an ordinary person, they would be rolling all over the floor by now."

Yan Xiaohan then sighed softly: "Ordinary people can't be him."

He went to the battlefield without a crown, made great achievements in battle, and guarded the peace of northern Xinjiang for several years. He escaped countless spears and arrows, but he did not escape a knife from behind.

To be honest, when Emperor Yuantai proposed that he could take over Beiyan's iron cavalry, Yan Xiaohan was really moved for a moment.Although the Feilongwei has a high position and authority, it has almost received scolding from the court. No matter how noble the imperial army is, it is not a good place to make contributions.

Who among the men in this world has never imagined that Fu Shen would hold the Beiyan iron cavalry in his hands, gallop across the battlefield, and wipe out the invading enemies?Who has never thought about "if it were me", how would I display my ambitions and what achievements would I make?

But can the position of commander-in-chief of the Northern Yan Army be secured by luck alone?

Yan Xiaohan knew that he could not replace Fu Shen, and there would never be another Fu Shen in the world, but Emperor Yuantai didn't understand.

The Great Wall was never destroyed by foreign enemies, but was first demolished by our own people.

"My lord," Shen Yuce quickly finished changing Fu Shen's medicine while he was lost in thought, got up and said, "Although you may not be willing to worry about this, but I am a doctor, so I should say a few more words. Jingning Hou's injury is likely to be the root cause of his lifelong illness, he has two fevers, each time is more dangerous, his body can no longer withstand any toss."

"Although you don't want to see him, he is a... hero after all. If you can help him, don't let him struggle alone. At least things like kneeling in the rain for an hour like today, don't happen again."

Yan Xiaohan couldn't see any joy or anger on his face, he just asked, "I remember that you don't know Fu Shen very well, and I haven't seen you speak for any patient before."

"Just treat it as my meddling." Shen Yuce took the utensils spread out on the table back into the medicine box and closed them, "I really don't have friendship with Lord Hou, but sometimes I feel that as long as Hou Jingning lives well In the world, the capital is safe, and we Han people will not struggle to survive under the iron heels of the barbarians."

Only then did Yan Xiaohan recall that Shen Yice was born in the Xuan Mansion, which was once occupied by the Eastern Tatars, and was later retaken by the Northern Yan Cavalry.

He didn't answer any more, and got up to send Shen Yuce out.The two walked through the winding corridors in silence, and when they arrived in front of the main courtyard, Shen Yice stamped his feet, and bid farewell to Yan Xiaohan, "My lord, please stay."

"Following that," Yan Xiaohan called to him, his eyes darkened, "Fu Shen's injury...how sure are you that you can make him stand up again?"

Shen Yuce smiled wryly: "My lord, you think too highly of me."

"Tell me something," Yan Xiaohan said, "There's no need to keep it, I want to listen to the truth."

Shen Yuce hesitated for a long while, and then said cautiously: "Only one or two percent. It is easy to connect broken bones, but the tendons are damaged, especially his knee bone is broken in half. It may take three to five years to recuperate. Needless to say, the money and medicines consumed, the key is to have someone to take care of them. But even so, it may not be successful.”

But a glimmer of hope is better than nothing at all.

Yan Xiaohan nodded, and made a decision: "Since that's the case, starting tomorrow, Jingninghou's injury will be entrusted to you. If you need medicine for the injury, come to my residence."

Shen Yuce was surprised: "My lord?!"

"Don't be surprised, you will know about this sooner or later," Yan Xiaohan said indifferently, "Just now, His Majesty has issued an imperial decree to marry the Marquis of Jingning and me."

A thunder rolled down from the sky, and Divine Doctor Shen stood on the spot, dumbstruck.

A moment later, a shocking cry broke out in the main courtyard of the Yan Mansion: "The emperor is crazy?!"