Golden Stage

After seeing Xiao Xun off, the two returned to the bedroom, and Fu Shen said, "What exactly did you mean just now, please explain."

"Dare to let Xiao Xun go without understanding." Yan Xiaohan rolled his eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I will really put you under house arrest?"

Fu Shen really wanted to give him a kick: "Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Xiaohan: "You stay with me during this time, and I will help you get a chance to return to Yanzhou. I have made it very clear."

"I'm not asking this, Yan Xiaohan," Fu Shen said without a word, "I'm asking you, which side are you on?"

You are the emperor's most favored subject, the most favored confidant, and you are only one step away from ascending to heaven. Why do you help a person who is naturally hostile?

Yan Xiaohan still had his eyes bent, but the gentle teasing in his eyes just now was gone, he seemed to have put on a layer of invulnerable armor in an instant, and said nonchalantly: "Since there are no second ministers in this world, of course there are There are two ministers."

Fu Shen: "You don't have to belittle yourself..."

"My lord, don't be naive," Yan Xiaohan said with a smile, "You already knew who I am, why bother to cover up for me? Although you and I are in the same court, you are ruling the country and the world, and I am only an official. Not for fame, only for profit, not for the people of the world, only for myself."

"Going for profit, choosing a tree to live in, this is the way of being an official."

"So," he said, "I'm not on your side, I'm on the side that's best for me."

He is a pawn in the chess game and the third player in charge.

He can be used by one side and charge forward, or he can overturn the entire chessboard with a single disagreement.

Since Emperor Yuantai didn't like having too many ideas about the weapons in his hands, he might as well be an unarmed and lonely man.

Because the chess piece is not happy.

"Okay, okay, it's hard for you to admit frankly that you are nothing." Fu Shen laughed angrily, "Then why did you bring me back? Why don't you let me just drench to death at the gate of the palace?"

Yan Xiaohan said indifferently: "Of course it's because I covet your beauty, Lord Marquis."

Fu Shen: "..."

He is a general who is decisive in killing and killing, and he hates the ethos of rambunctiousness and submissiveness in the capital's officialdom. Yan Xiaohan also knows his temper, so he smiled lightly, and calmed him down before he exploded: "Fu Shen, don't Find another reason to excuse me."

When he no longer called "Hou Ye" but called him by his first name, the armor around his body seemed to fall off, revealing a distant and familiar silhouette, that was the Yan Xiaohan whom Fu Shen first knew.

"Choosing a side between military power and monarchy is two different things from helping you casually. You and I have known each other for several years, and I can't just watch you get stuck there."

It's really like what he said himself, Yan Xiaohan made a too clear distinction between the "morality" between friends and the "morality" in court.

Fu Shen was finally speechless for a while.He doesn't like to use his words to persuade others to agree with him, today's repeated questioning has become abnormal, he has run out of patience, and he is also displeased with Yan Xiaohan's "self-defeating", and said with a calm face: "Is it finished? "

As soon as Yan Xiaohan heard it, he knew he was going to lose his temper.Fu Shen was a young master first, and then a general. He was used to saying what he said, and sometimes it was really... unreasonable to lose his temper.

Even so, Yan Xiaohan insisted with his head full of gloom: "I'll send someone to deliver the medicine in a while, remember..."

Fu Shen said coldly, "Get out."

Mr. Yan is worthy of being the best of all heroes, he immediately shut up obediently, and rolled away mellowly.

That night Fu Shen was so angry that he couldn't sleep, his leg hurt faintly, he tossed and turned on the bed, Yan Xiaohan's words echoed repeatedly in his mind.

He actually wanted to ask, if it were someone else, out of morality among friends, apart from giving him a hand, would you take him home to take good care of him, watch the night with his clothes on, and tell him to take medicine tirelessly?

Do you also grit your teeth and ask "Why don't you rebel" in his ear?

I don't know how long it took, the wind outside the window gradually picked up, the rain beat on the window lattice, and the sound of ding dong brought out deep pain and slight drowsiness.Fu Shen closed his eyes to rest his mind, and suddenly the tips of his ears moved sensitively, and he heard very light footsteps coming from outside the door.

It was Yan Xiaohan.

He flattened and stretched his breath, pretended to be a first-class sleeper, closed his eyes completely, and only relied on the sound to distinguish the other party's movements.At the same time, many thoughts passed through my mind, but they were all like fleeting images, and I couldn't grasp any of them.

Fu Shen didn't want to admit that he was actually nervous.

Yan Xiaohan approached the bed lightly, Fu Shen only felt a weight on his legs, and then a corner of the quilt by his feet was lifted, and a warm thing was stuffed into the quilt.After finishing all this, he didn't stay any longer, and left as quietly as when he came.

After the door closed silently, Fu Shen opened his eyes, and through the dim light from the window, he saw clearly the extra quilt on his lap.When his calf touched a hard heat source, he reached into the quilt and touched it. It was a silver Tang Pozi.

There was a patter of rain outside the window.

The blood from the injured leg and foot was not flowing smoothly, and he couldn't get warm even under the quilt. He didn't care much about the pain at first, but once he tasted the warmth brought by this little Tang lady, the coldness just now suddenly became unbearable.

Do you care about "others" as well?

Fu Shen lay back on the bed on his back, staring at the top of the bed in a daze.He thought that maybe he really wasn't suitable for the imperial court. Commander Beiyan could cut off the invading enemy with a knife, but he was easily bound by a quilt and a Tang lady. If Wen Ruanxiang couldn't break free, how would he face it in the future? A soft knife that kills without blood.

"What the fuck," he thought.

Maybe it was because he was thinking too much before going to bed, one moment was Yan Xiaohan and the other was Emperor Yuantai, Fu Shen, who rarely dreamed, actually dreamed of himself when he was a teenager.

At the age of 16, he met Yan Xiaohan for the first time.

During the Cold Food Festival in the 18th year of Yuantai, the sunset in the imperial city was magnificent.

Spring city is everywhere, flowers are flying, cold food is Dongfeng Yuliu oblique.

On this day, Emperor Yuantai went out to worship the mausoleum, accompanied by the forbidden army.It so happened that Fu Shen went out for an outing with a group of acquaintances, and returned to the city at dusk.

It's the beginning of spring, and the city is crowded with scholars and women. A group of handsome young men rode into the city, attracting countless attentions.There are even more bold women throwing handkerchiefs or flowers of various colors used by Doubicao to the crowd.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from behind, and the guards in strong and sharp clothes rushed into the city first, and the crowd gave way automatically, and the leader shouted: "The royal driver goes out, the idlers stay away!"

The crowd gathered in front of Fu Shen, those in front backed away again and again, and those in the back didn't know what happened, and it was crowded for a while.Seeing that the Imperial Army was about to rush forward, Fu Shen hurriedly turned his horse's head to avoid it.Unexpectedly, his sideways just avoided a flower thrown at the back of his head.

As if the flower had eyes, it bypassed Fu Shen and flew straight to the gate of the imperial army who rode past.The person who threw the flowers did not know how hard they used, Fu Shen even thought he heard the sound of breaking wind.

It's over.He thought hopelessly.

Throwing flowers to young princes is called romance, and throwing flowers to the imperial army is called old birthday stars hang themselves-it seems too long to live.

The imperial guard raised his hand to intercept the flying flowers, and looked this way in surprise.Fu Shen reacted extremely quickly, and immediately pulled up his sleeves to cover his face.

Forbidden Army: "..."

It was too late to say a word, the imperial chariot had already entered the city gate, the forbidden army opened the way, and the people knelt down to worship.Fu Shen and his group were all noble children, and two of them had military positions of kindness, so by coincidence, they knelt at the very front.

Emperor Yuantai also noticed this group of outstanding sons and brothers, and stopped to ask.Among military officers, Duke Ying's mansion was the most popular, so Fu Shen was inevitably singled out by the emperor for a few words of encouragement.His legs kneeling on the stone brick floor hurt so much that the emperor mercifully got up and drove back to the palace.

The imperial chariot continued to move forward, followed by the imperial guards passing by, Fu Shen knelt down in order and waited for the emperor to walk away, when the horse's hoof suddenly stopped in front of him for a moment.

He raised his head inexplicably, facing a pair of deep and smiling eyes.

The setting sun melts gold, the evening clouds merge, and people are in the depths of the spring breeze.

Fu Shen's gaze slipped from his eyes to his hand holding the rein, and he noticed a pink-white flower in his palm.

...It was the forbidden army just now.

It was too late for Fu Shen to pull his sleeves, he could only watch helplessly as the light-colored lips twitched, rode away, and casually threw the flower back into his arms.

And the strength of the hand is very inch, the flower is just stuck in the neckline.It's almost like... on purpose.

The still young Fu Shen was like a scholar who had been seduced by a vixen, he stood up confused, his eyes were empty, that smile seemed to melt into the evening photos and remained in his sight.

"Hey, Brother Fu, what are you looking at, let's go?"

By coincidence, he didn't throw away the flower, but held it in his hand, got on his horse, and pretended to casually ask the people next to him: "That forbidden soldier just now... brother Yi recognizes it?"

The son of Chen Guogong, Yi Siming, who was conferred the title of General of the Fourth Jinwu Guard, was contemptuous in his eyes when he heard the words: "You mean that kid? Brother, don't blame me for not reminding you, isn't that kid What a good thing, it's not worth waiting for me to make friends with."

Fu Shen: "How do you say that?"

Yi Siming: "That person is Zuolong Wuwei Zhonglang General Yan Xiaohan."

As soon as Fu Shen heard it, he understood that the Jinwu Guard was the head of the Nan Ya Guards, while the Long Wu Guard belonged to the Bei Ya. The two had never been at odds with each other. No wonder Yi Siming treated him badly.

Yi Siming said again: "You don't know, he is Duan Linglong's adoptive son. Even though he looks good, what's the use of that? Who knows how he climbed up..."

In Dazhou, Xungui looked down on Qingliu, Qingliu looked down on ordinary civil servants, civil servants looked down on military officials, and the one they all looked down on was eunuchs.

Duan Linglong is the No.1 among eunuchs today.

It is conceivable that Yan Xiaohan, who recognized the eunuch as his adoptive father, might be worse than the eunuch in their eyes.

For some reason, after hearing Yi Siming's words, Fu Shen didn't feel disgusted, but felt a little inexplicably regretful, just like seeing a flower that was just blooming but was destroyed.

By the way, flowers.

He took the flower in his hand to his eyes and looked at it carefully.However, just after seeing it for the first time, the expression froze on his face instantly.

Damn it, it's Duo Bing Ti Lian!