Golden Stage

The room fell into dead silence, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down.Yan Xiaohan was drooping his eyes in deep thought, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Fu Shen turning his head to the side and yawning a little, as if he was sleepy.

It was only then that he remembered that this person was still ill, and the intrigue in the middle of the night would definitely be nagging again tomorrow when Shen Yuce found out.

"Go to bed first, we'll talk about things tomorrow." Yan Xiaohan went over to help him lie down, put down the curtain, Fu Shen gave a sleepy "um", and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Sitting back on the low couch next to the bed, Yan Xiaohan completely lost sleepiness.Fu Shen's words turned over and over in his mind.No wonder Emperor Yuantai suppressed Fu Shen so desperately.Private dealings with the enemy country Kedun, and taking the descendants of the British Queen back to the Central Plains, all of which looked like a precursor to rebellion.Back then, the battle for the heirloom was a thorn in Emperor Yuantai's heart, whoever touched it would die.

Fu Shen was simply playing with his life, and he was lucky to have a broken leg and a marriage.

For the last wish of the predecessors, doing a U-turn for a living... It is impossible for Fu Shen not to know what will happen to him if these things are revealed.

But he always seems to be doing these thankless things.

why?

"Some things in this world must be done by someone," Fu Shen said.

Yan Xiaohan suddenly woke up from deep thought, and was taken aback by him: "Why did you wake up?"

Fu Shen teased: "Master Yan, if you keep staring at me like this, the dead will be stared at alive by you."

Yan Xiaohan was preoccupied just now, but he didn't realize that his gaze had been on Fu Shen the whole time.Fu Shen knew what he was thinking when he saw his regretful expression, and couldn't help but feel weak, and wanted to tease him again.

"Finding the descendants of the Queen of England is the wish of my second uncle and His Royal Highness King Su, so no matter what the price is, I will do it. There is nothing to regret."

Yan Xiaohan asked back: "You were seriously injured, and your efforts were wasted, isn't it worth regretting?"

In the dark night, Fu Shen chuckled.

Yan Xiaohan was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly realized.

"The two routes are the first deception, and the Han envoys of the Eastern Tartar Mission are the second deception... In fact, you and King Su have already sent away the real descendants of the British queen, right?"

"Well," Fu Shen nodded seriously, "If all previous efforts were wasted as you said, I would have hanged myself by now—I really have no face to live on in this world."

He suppressed his smile, and raised his eyes to look at Yan Xiaohan: "Master Yan, stop being so embarrassing, I didn't even know you pity me so much, I'm really ashamed."

Yan Xiaohan didn't know which eye he saw the "pity" written on his face, but he knew that he was teasing him, so he said coldly, "You're welcome, it should be, after all, we will be a family from now on."

Fu Shen: "..."

"You are really... Which pot can't be opened and which pot can be lifted," he asked dumbfoundedly, "You hurt the enemy by one thousand and you lose eight hundred. Are you so willing to become a family with me, ah?!"

"Master Hou, you have to think clearly," Yan Xiaohan said patiently, "You are the first rank, and I am the third rank. If we really become a family, I won't pay any compensation, but will still make money."

Fu Shen was speechless.

It could be seen that he was getting ready to spray fire on him, Yan Xiaohan stopped when he saw the situation, stepped back in a timely manner, and calmed down the matter: "Okay, it will be dawn in a while, don't get sleepy, go to sleep."

Fu Shen's bloated hair straightened down immediately. He knew that Yan Xiaohan was coaxing people, but he couldn't help but feel a little drowsy from his gentle words.

The two chattered about what they had and what they didn't, and they talked for half the night, and they didn't lie down to rest for a while until the fourth watch.At dawn, there were several sounds from outside. Yan Xiaohan listened carefully, and got up from the low couch lightly, but he didn't expect that Fu Shen would wake up immediately after him, and asked in a daze, "What are you talking about?" Got to go?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaohan walked to his bedside, touched his forehead first, to make sure he didn't have a fever, then straightened the corner of the quilt, and the long hair that fell loose when he bent down slid to the side of the pillow, and gently rubbed against Fu Shen The side face: "I'm going to be in the palace for a rotation today, you sleep with you."

Fu Shen closed his eyes and made a vague nasal sound.

The lock of long hair gently brushed against his cheeks, a gust of wind made the veil at the head of the bed flutter, he heard footsteps going away, turned the screen in front of the bed, and there was a rustling movement outside.

For people with sensitive five senses, even if they are separated by a few doors, these small sounds are still very disturbing. Fu Shen had to listen to the sound of water outside, footsteps, human voices, and the light touch when picking up and putting down things. There was a loud noise, and Yan Xiaohan deliberately lowered his order: "...don't bother him, Shen Yice will come over in the afternoon... eat and take medicine on time..."

Maybe it was because he was missed by others, or maybe it was because his colleagues were going to go to court and he could sleep back at home to feel the joy brought by the contrast. This brief noise did not spoil his good mood, Fu Shen waited. Watching Yan Xiaohan go out, while thinking wildly, he pulled out a familiar poem from the dusty memory - "Fengchenghan is afraid of the spring night".

Although General Fu is a son of a noble family, his knowledge is really limited. The books he read in the past have been returned to the husband, and he can't remember the first and last lines of this poem!

He vaguely remembered that this poem seemed to be about people who didn't want to get up, and Yan Xiaohan's name happened to be in the poem, so he murmured it over and over again several times, until the sound outside became calm, and he fell into a deep sleep again, as if he still couldn't forget it in his dream .

After he fell asleep until the sun was high, and the maid of the Yan Mansion came in to take care of washing and eating, and drank a big bowl of bitter medicine soup with his nose, Fu Shen still couldn't remember the full name of that poem.He is the kind of person who, once he can't figure it out, will get to the bottom of it until he gets to the bottom of his horns. He sat by the window and thought for a long time, and then he said to the maid: "Go to your adult's study and get me some collections of poetry. Quaint words."

The maid received Yan Xiaohan's order in the morning, so she didn't dare to neglect him, and hurriedly carried her skirt to look for a book.Yan Xiaohan was not an elegant person, and there were not many poems and books in the study, so the maid gave Fu Shen a small stack, and said respectfully, "Master Hou, these are all the poems in the study."

Fu Shen picked up a book and flipped through it, but he still felt disgusted while reading it: "I don't know how to learn."

The maid lowered her head, her shoulders shook suspiciously twice.

After digging through this collection of poems for an hour, Fu Shen finally found the source of the line that had troubled him for a long time in a dusty and yellowed anthology of Tang poetry. It was titled "For You", and the whole poem was:

Because of the infinite beauty of Yunping, Fengcheng is afraid of the spring night.

Married for no reason and got a wealthy son-in-law, and let Xiangqin down early.

Fu Shen's face turned green, he almost lost his temper, and threw the book in a rage.

Yan Xiaohan went home in the evening, and when he entered, Fu Shen was staring at the Four Treasures of the Study in a daze in front of the window.Yan Xiaohan intentionally stepped harder, Fu Shen looked up and found that it was him, and the dreadful phrase "Being up to Xiangqin's early court" immediately began to reverberate in his mind non-stop.His complexion changed a few times, he strayed away in one breath, and suddenly coughed earth-shatteringly.

Yan Xiaohan was startled, and hurried over to give him a pat on the back: "What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

It was absurd to ask this question, Fu Shen waved his hand while grabbing his forearm and coughed so hard that he couldn't stop, Yan Xiaohan observed for a while, he didn't seem to be in trouble, he just accidentally choked, and his heart was hanging. Falling back into his stomach, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "Master Hou, you are so steady."

Fu Shen shook his hand aside.

The two sat and stood, and their slender figures were reflected on the flower window, just like a pair of lovers.Fu Shen's cough finally calmed down, and Yan Xiaohan asked casually, "Are you still used to living in the mansion? If you have anything you want, just tell the servants directly, don't be restrained. I heard that you dropped a book today and came out What's the matter, tell me?"

Fu Shen didn't change his face: "My hands slipped for a while."

Yan Xiaohan was suspicious: "Really? If this servant offends you, don't give me face..."

Fu Shen squinted at him: "How much face do you think you have with me, is it worth my swallowing?"

Yan Xiaohan stopped asking any more questions, secretly laughing in his heart that maybe he thought Fu Shen was too weak.A person who can say "what to do and what not to do" in the center of the wind knife and frost sword is far stronger than those who follow the trend.

In this world, hot blood will turn cold, ambition will be lost, heroes and villains will eventually return to the dust, praise and scolding will be turned into nothingness, and there is no point in forcing, so he just hopes that this person's sincerity and arrogance can wear off his arrogance. Some.

"Is there any movement in the palace today?" Fu Shen casually tidied up the paper and pens spread out on the table.Yan Xiaohan said: "The news has already spread, but right now we are all waiting and watching. I heard that Yushitai is going to write a report for you. After all, you knelt in front of the palace gate for a long time yesterday. How does your leg injury feel? Does it hurt?"

"It's a little bit, it's okay. Mr. Shen came to see me this afternoon," Fu Shen said. "After all, giving a marriage is a private matter. If you and I don't speak out, it's not easy for others to talk about it. What do you think?"

Yan Xiaohan: "I have already promised in front of the emperor, and I cannot change my word."

Fu Shen pondered for a moment, didn't say anything, just said: "Okay, I understand."

From the corner of his eyes, Yan Xiaohan caught a glimpse of the messy writing paper on the table, all of which were ghostly symbols written by Fu Shen. He took one out of curiosity, and first asked Fu Shen, "Can I read it?"

Fu Shen didn't take it seriously: "Whatever."

Those ghostly drawn symbols on the paper can only be seen by looking closely. They are a bit like monograms. Seeing that he was reading them seriously, Fu Shen asked casually, "Do you know them?"

Yan Xiaohan pointed to one of them: "The word 'military' is the monogram of the Military Weapons Supervision. All weapons made by the Military Weapons Supervision have this seal. There is a pair of small hooks at the tip of the pen you wrote, which are shaped like arrows. It should come from the Military Weapons Supervision Department."

Fu Shen was still careless at first, but his pupils shrank suddenly when he heard the word "Army Supervisor": "The arrows used by the Beiyan Army are all without markings and markings. I have never seen this kind of monogram."

Yan Xiaohan said: "Generally speaking, a large number of military arrows are produced by miscellaneous manufacturing bureaus in various places, some with money and others without money. The military weapons supervisor is mainly responsible for the trial production of new weapons, and also produces various types of arrows used by the garrison in the capital. Weapons. Therefore, only the bows and arrows used by the army in the capital will have the mark of the Military Weapons Supervision and Nufang Department.”

Fu Shen took out another piece of paper, on which was drawn a symbol like a running wild animal: "What about this one, do you know it?"

Yan Xiaohan smiled, bent down to pick up the pen, motioned for Fu Shen to press the paper for him, and wrote a more rounded and similar symbol in the middle with the pen.

"It's the word 'leopard' in one stroke."

"Before the imperial guards were separated, there were only ten guards in the Imperial City Guards, which were left and right Jin Wu, Bao Tao, Luan Yi, Ying Yang, and Yu Lin. At that time, for convenience, each guard was referred to by an animal. A slight change in the shape of the characters becomes a special mark." He wrote and drew on the paper while talking: "For example, Jinwu is the three-legged black-shaped 'gold' character, Baotao is the one I wrote, Luanyi is the The phoenix-shaped character for 'Luan', Yingyang is the character for 'Eagle', and Yulin is the character for 'Yu' in the shape of a crane."

"However, after the division of the imperial army, it was expanded into the Ten Guards of the Southern Yamen and the Sixth Army of the Beiya. No one used this set of characters anymore. Why did you suddenly ask this?"