Golden Stage

February [-], Flower Festival.

The Mansion of Jingning Marquis was decorated with lanterns and festoons, full of joy, red silk was hung on the pillars of the lintel, and the servants shuttled in the middle of the courtyard, preparing for the upcoming wedding banquet.

Above the main hall, suddenly there was a roar that went straight into the sky.

"Where are people? Why haven't they arrived yet?!"

Beng, an official from the Ministry of Rituals, grabbed the servant of the Yan Mansion who came here to help, and shouted in a broken voice: "...Marquis Jingning hasn't come back yet? Why didn't your lord tell you earlier! It's a long way... this fucking is just running away! "

The servant of Yan's mansion said in a daze, "My lord, I don't know about this and this little one. It was all ordered by the master himself. Everything is prepared as usual."

The auspicious time is approaching, and the officials of the Ministry of Rites have completely lost hope for this marriage.I had heard that Marquis of Jingning Fu Shen had a strong character, mighty and unyielding. When I heard that he acquiesced to the Ministry of Rites to help prepare for the wedding, everyone in the Ministry of Rites was relieved. Who knew that when the wedding came, this ancestor would disappear without a sound!

It's a good move to draw salary from the bottom of the pot. It really deserves to be an art of war.

Now that things have happened, I can only silently pray that the emperor is wise, and don't implicate these unlucky pond fish when he gets angry.

The official from the Ministry of Rituals stroked his three clear beards, calmed down, and planned to talk to the other protagonist of this marriage about how to end it, he picked up the servant just now, and asked kindly: "Where is your lord now? "

The servant said honestly: "The master took people out of the city early in the morning, saying that he was going to meet Hou Ye...My lord? My lord! Come on! Come on! A lord here has passed out!"

Outside the capital, there is a long pavilion on the official road.

The accompanying wedding party looked at the sun frequently, and their hearts were filled with the same worries as the unlucky Minister of Rituals. They asked tremblingly, "My lord, it will be an auspicious time soon. Why... haven't I seen anyone yet?"

They didn't dare to continue talking too much, for fear that Yan Xiaohan would suddenly pull out a knife from under his hi-clothes.

Yan Xiaohan suppressed the impatience in his heart, and calmly said, "Wait a little longer."

The phrase "Ten miles of red makeup, you will live up to the king" is still in my ears; in the letter sent back from Yanzhou City, in addition to telling him to wait outside the city on the day of the wedding, there is also "Short paper and long love, this is all said, don't take responsibility and don't forget." " Yin Yin urged.Yan Xiaohan didn't want to doubt Fu Shen, nor did he want to doubt that these words he said were all a cover to cover up the trap.

But in fact, he was more afraid than anyone else.Because this kind of "a cold in the chest and a knife in the back" also happened between him and Fu Shen seven years ago.

Just when Yan Xiaohan was constantly ups and downs struggling in self-intimidation and self-comfort, and was about to drown, a small black spot suddenly appeared in the distance, one person and one rider galloped towards him, from far to near.The person who came was a dark-skinned young man, he did not dismount in front of everyone, he turned his horse's head several feet away, and at the same time shouted loudly: "Master Yan, please follow me, the general will be here soon!"

Yan Xiaohan's breath eased instantly, a big stone fell from his heart, and he rushed out following the young man immediately.

Before the others could react, the two had already fled far away.The Beiyan army horses are not comparable to ordinary horses, only Yan Xiaohan can barely keep up with them, and in the end the team broke down, the two lead in front, followed by a long line of "tails" who turned their backs on their backs.

The young man led them all the way west, and when he saw the blurred outlines of buildings in the distance, Yan Xiaohan suddenly understood why Fu Shen made such a seemingly willful and unreasonable request on such an important day today.

The high platform rises from the ground, and the palace is majestic. The sunset slantly falls on the glazed tiles, shining layers of brilliant and magnificent golden light. From a distance, it seems to be built of gold, so it is named "Golden Terrace".

"Golden Terrace" has existed since ancient times.In the past, King Zhao of Yan respected Guo Kui, built a palace and taught him, and put a thousand pieces of gold on the platform to prolong the world, so he got his name.At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Taizu wanted to follow the example of the king, so he built a high platform in the suburbs of Beijing and built a palace. The platform was named "Golden" and the hall was named "Kirin".The statues of the eighteen founding heroes are hung in the main hall to show their meritorious deeds.

Later emperors all followed this method, and all civil servants and military generals of all dynasties were proud to have their portraits entered in the Qilin Hall of the Golden Terrace.Up to the time of the first emperor, every time a large army went out to fight, they would swear to each other on the stage, and over time, it became a custom.

Six years ago, when Fu Shen went to war for the first time, Emperor Yuantai led all the officials to see him off at the Golden Terrace; half a year later, when he returned from victory, he was granted the title of Marquis "Jingning" on the Golden Terrace.

Later, Fu Shen's legs were crippled, he no longer led the army, and a piece of imperial edict granted him a ridiculous marriage. He still had to choose the starting point of honor and disgrace in this life.

Zhengchen, blood and tears, ups and downs, wrote all his life "reporting the emperor's wishes on the golden platform, and supporting the jade dragon to die for the emperor".

This is his silent demonstration, but also his deep regret.

The evening light is like a bright flame, illuminating the surrounding fields, and finally when the sound of horseshoes is heard in the distance, the smoke and dust billow, and the mighty procession appears from the end of the road.

The leader is tall and straight, with a vigorous posture, galloping his horse with the power of wind and thunder, flying in the sky in a big red robe, reflecting the setting sun in the sky, as if his whole body is bathed in fire, and he came here with blood.

The red-clothed horse is full of murderous looks.It doesn't look like they are here to get married, but rather they are here to snatch them.

——That's Fu Shen.

——This is Fu Shen.

The moment he appeared, it was as if he had been hit in the heart by a heavy hammer, Yan Xiaohan could even clearly feel a lump in his throat and heat in his eyes.

In the past few months, he has never unraveled Fu Shen, dared not touch his scar, and often comforted himself: Fu Shen just can no longer go to the battlefield and walk freely like ordinary people... He just sacrificed a pair of legs. It is better to lose your life in Qingsha Pass.

But at this moment, the irrational reaction finally admitted for him that being open-minded and free-spirited is all fake.

Fu Shen is still so young, but in the future he can only be accompanied by a wheelchair, and from then on he will be an ordinary person with handicapped legs and feet.The romantic boy who rode his horse into the city and attracted countless girls to throw flowers and fruits, and the young general who led the army out in the past and left in the dust, will never exist again.

However, today, the boy who had passed by him on a horse race came back again.

Within a few breaths, the horse team had arrived in front of him. Fu Shen slowed down, whistled, and raised his hand to throw a piece of red silk. Yan Xiaohan subconsciously grabbed one end, and there was a strong force coming from the other end. The body then leaned forward, and the legs clamped the horse's belly, and the horse under the crotch ran towards Fu Shen's direction with small steps.

It looked as if Fu Shen "fished" him with a piece of red silk.

Fu Shen was very satisfied with Yan Xiaohan's well-behaved cooperation, and smiled and leaned over: "I've been waiting for a long time... yo, why are you still crying?"

He was startled when he saw the red marks in Yan Xiaohan's eyes, and subconsciously lowered his voice, and then his tone softened: "Brother Yan... What's the matter? Are you in a hurry? Afraid I won't come?"

Yan Xiaohan looked at him expressionlessly, stared at Fu Shen, then turned his head away, and couldn't help laughing: "Let the wind blow."

Fu Shen: "It means that we are getting married today, I will save you some face. Next time I will really beat you to tears, believe it or not?"

Fu Shen arrived at the right time, the red sun was sinking to the west, and dusk was approaching, which was an auspicious time to pay respects at the hall.Fu Shen dismounted, and Yan Xiaohan picked him up, stepping up to the majestic and resplendent golden platform step by step in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The time was suddenly stretched infinitely, walking through the 72 white marble steps, solemnly like walking through a long lifetime.

The Qilin Hall is tall and grand, and because of its age, it shows an ancient and gloomy look.Few people set foot here, and it is very quiet, only the full-length portraits hanging all over the wall stare at them solemnly, as if the gods and Buddhas of the heavens are silently watching the two mortals who broke into the temple by mistake.

Without Fu Shen's instructions, Yan Xiaohan had already found the portraits of Fu Jian, Fu Tingzhong, Fu Tingxin and his son who were hanging side by side.

The accompanying attendants handed over two cushions, Yan Xiaohan casually glanced at that person, and found that it turned out to be one of Beiyan's generals, Yu Qiaoting.

Fu Shen said softly, "Put me down."

The two knelt side by side on the cushion, Yu Qiaoting took out a water bag and two small silver bowls, put them on the ground in front of them, and then quietly retreated out.

Fu Shen said: "This is my grandfather, Xian Kao, and uncle. My concubine was buried in my hometown, and I will take you to visit them some other day." He turned around, facing north and south, and said, "Come on, let's worship heaven and earth."

The two bowed down together.

Turning to the portrait again, Fu Shen poured wine on the ground, and prayed to the void: "The unworthy son Fu Shen, who was bestowed a marriage by the Holy One, married Yan Xiaohan, Feilong Wei Qincha envoy today, grandfather, father, second uncle, if there is someone in the spring, You can rest in peace."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

Yan Xiaohan silently followed him and fell down to worship, and the two turned around again, kneeling face to face.Fu Shen stretched out his hand to pour two glasses of wine, handed one of them to Yan Xiaohan, and said, "Brother Yan, thank you for being willing to wait for me here today."

Yan Xiaohan: "You don't have to thank me. It should be."

Fu Shendao: "After the ancestor died of illness, the late emperor ordered to draw a picture of the meritorious officials and enter the Qilin Hall. His portrait was carried on the golden platform by the late father. In the 19th and 20th years of Yuantai, the late father and the late uncle drove west. The portrait of the deceased was sent to the Qilin Palace by myself."

"Back then, His Royal Highness Su wanted to send my second uncle's portrait into the palace, but unfortunately..." He shook his head and said, "According to the system, only close relatives can hold the painting into the palace after the hero is dead. It's short of a grade."

"Fu Mou joined the army and commanded the Beiyan Iron Cavalry for more than five years. He dared not make false claims and make achievements, and felt that he was worthy of the hearts of the world. It is a pity that fate is unpredictable, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to lead the army in the future. The military career will stop here."

He raised the wine bowl and touched the bowl in Yan Xiaohan's hand with a "ding".

"Before I went out that year, you made a wish that I would hate you forever, but now that wish is no longer effective-I don't hate you anymore, Brother Yan."

"It's my turn to make a wish."

Yan Xiaohan lowered his eyes and looked at him tenderly, as if Fu Shen could stand up and pick the stars and the moon for him if he just said a word.

Fu Shen stared at him, and said slowly and solemnly: "I hope that after my death, I can also take a photo in the Qilin Hall, and when the time comes, you will hold the golden platform with your own hands."

After the death of a hero, only close relatives can hold the statue into the palace.

After a long silence, Yan Xiaohan was noncommittal, and only said: "It's a big day, why bother to say such ominous words."

"Everyone is mortal, there is no need to hide it." Fu Shen seemed not nervous about his answer at all, but his eyes were serious and sharp: "As high as the sun and the moon, close relatives and distant husband and wife. If you promise me, you will naturally be my only one." dear."

Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen, one is careless, the other is quiet; the one seems to be careless, the other is always thinking deeply, the one should enter the Qilin Palace when discussing merit, and the other should enter the courtier's record after death... Two people who are so different from each other finally reunite. Both sides of the fork in the road came to the same turning point.

This is almost equivalent to the wish of "growing old together", how could Yan Xiaohan refuse him.

He took the wine glass from Fu Shen's hand, put it aside, and shook hands with Fu Shen.

"Happy husband and wife."

The two leaned forward and bowed solemnly.Because they were so close, they almost touched the top of each other's head, but their hands never separated.

In the dark, there seems to be some unknown connection connected here, like a lock in the bottom of my heart that is perfectly fastened, and there is a clear "click".

Three weeks to complete.

The author has something to say: "I entrust all the funeral affairs to you", from the romance of General Fu!

It's not over yet, the wedding will go to three places (very grand