Golden Stage

Some people, on the surface, look glamorous and sharp-edged, but when they actually kiss, their lips are as soft as steamed buns in the morning.

Fu Shen is indeed handsome, but because of his temperament, he is mostly serious and stern, and he is very good at ridiculing people. Yan Xiaohan often thinks that he is a "knife mouth" in various senses, and he will be pricked if he is frivolous. A mouthful of blood.

But at this moment, Fu Shen was leaning against the head of the bed, tilting his head slightly, his whole body restrained, like some kind of shaved and lazy beast, with one hand even hooked around Yan Xiaohan's neck.

He had just showered, his lips were a little dry from the steam, and the kiss was warm and soft.

Yan Xiaohan still restrained himself, stroking his dry lips, and lightly pursing the two soft lips. He felt like he was standing on the edge of a cliff, while he repeatedly warned himself not to jump down. , I couldn’t help but want to poke my head and take a look.In the end, he failed to overcome the instinctive temptation, and the tip of his tongue hooked Fu Shen's upper lip gently and quickly——

The hand on the back of the neck exploded with strength that could strangle a person instantly.

Sure enough, I was too impatient.He suppressed his boiling emotions, closed his eyes, and thought to himself, there are a lot of uncontrollable emotions tonight.

After the shock subsided, Fu Shen let go of his hand in embarrassment, and rubbed the place where he was pinched: "...I'm sorry."

Yan Xiaohan chuckled lightly: "Yes, I can see it."

Fu Shen: "..."

Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose: "I'm going to get the medicine, you calm down first. With such a big hand... how can I push forward?"

Fu Shen raised his hand and pushed him off the bed: "You bullshit is pushing an inch, I think you didn't beat him for three days, and you went to the house to expose the tiles."

In the middle of the night, thunder rumbled faintly, and Yan Xiaohan woke up from his sleep. Before he could open his eyes, he smelled the smell of rainwater coming in from the window.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of fine rain hitting the eaves was heard.

The first rain in spring finally came, Yan Xiaohan was still not quite sober, turned over, closed his eyes and touched the other side of the bed, his palm landed on the protruding brocade quilt beside him, and patted it lightly twice.

Fu Shen slept soundly, it was cloudy and rainy, his bones were aching, he was woken up by the pain again and again, feeling Yan Xiaohan's movements, he said "Hmm?" in a daze.

"Does the leg hurt?" The people around him languidly held his waist, just woke up, with a soft nasal sound in their voice, "It's raining outside."

Fu Shen snorted softly: "It hurts...so sore..."

Yan Xiaohan propped himself up from the bed, "I'll go find Mrs. Tang."

"No need." Fu Shen stretched out his hand to pull him, only to catch his loose long hair, which was wrapped around his fingers smoothly like satin, "Don't worry about it, just go on sleeping with yours."

Yan Xiaohan was pulled back slightly by him, so he had no choice but to lie down again.He shook off the quilt, covered Fu Shen, and forcefully invaded his bed.Fu Shen was probably really unconscious, and he didn't turn his back on him. He just gave him a slight push on the shoulder: "What are you doing?"

"Come a little closer to me," Yan Xiaohan stretched out his arms and hugged him, with his long legs sticking to his cold calf with the scorching body heat, and hugged him tightly in an overly intimate position, "Okay, sleep."

After a rustling sound, the heat of his body gradually surrounded him through the cold quilt. Fu Shen felt that this posture was too tight, and he always wanted to move his hands and feet, but he was inexplicably lulled to sleep by the peaceful night and the warmth. drowsy.The place that should be sore is still sore, but the perception seems to be separated by a gentle barrier.

He pressed against Yan Xiaohan's neck and fell into a deep sleep.

At dawn the next day, the drizzle in the mountains was still lingering. Fu Shen's work and rest were affected by months of convalescent life. He woke up late in the morning, and it was rainy outside again. He was even more dizzy and couldn't open his eyes.

The bed next to me was empty, the sky outside the curtain was dim, the room was damp and cold, but the bed was dry and warm.He moved his legs and met the warm little Tang Pozi beside his legs.

Yan Xiaohan probably brought it to him after he got up in the morning. Fu Shen pressed it in his mind, and the memory emerged, and then he recalled the heart-warming infatuation last night, and he was hugged and slept for half the night.

He silently savored the taste of the kiss, touched his aching knee, and thought regretfully, "I'm really Liu Xiahui."

Yan Xiaohan, who happened to push the door open, suddenly felt a chill down his spine.

He subconsciously glanced back, but didn't find anything unusual behind him, pressed his doubts to enter the door, and said to the densely packed bed covered by curtains: "Jing Yuan, it's time to get up."

Fu Shen lazily pulled down the curtain, signaling that he was awake.

It has become a habit for Yan Xiaohan to get up early every day to go to the palace on duty, and he doesn't sleep in even when he is on vacation. He looks much more energetic than Fu Shen who is lying on the bed like a cripple.He walked over and hung the bed curtain back on the curtain hooks on both sides, and sat down beside the bed sideways: "The rain hasn't stopped, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Fu Shen sometimes felt that Yan Xiaohan was being too careful with himself, as if he was not a rough-skinned old man, but a porcelain doll that would break if touched by the wind.He can live to this day, the injury will not be less, even Du Leng and Yu Qiaoting don't think his leg injury needs extra attention in cloudy and rainy days.For them, even death is a common thing, and it is just a mere injury, so why worry about it?

But being held in the palm of the hand, the stone will also be warmed.

Fu Shen said "It's okay", stretched out his hand to hook his waist, trying to pull Yan Xiaohan down and press him on the bed.Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan sat very firmly, but Fu Shen was rolled from the inside of the bed to the outside, leaning limply by his legs like a boneless cat.Yan Xiaohan still thought he was throwing himself into his arms, put his arms around his shoulders, and said with a smile, "You're already awake, don't you remember?"

"I'm lazy, I don't want to move," Fu Shen sighed old-fashionedly, "Man, it's impossible to refuse to obey."

"Too modest," Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and leaned into his ear, jokingly said, "Your Majesty is so fierce, he still grabbed me last night and won't let go, have you forgotten?"

Fu Shen finally realized what was wrong.The two lay down one on the other, hugging each other, no matter how you look at it, there is an afterthought - he is still the one who was ravaged!

Fuck Liu Xiahui!This bastard should have been done on the spot yesterday!

He pinched Yan Xiaohan's waist very frivolously, and said with a smirk: "Don't worry, as long as you follow me wholeheartedly, I will guarantee that you will benefit from it in the future... Yan Menggui!"

Yan Xiaohan put his arms around his shoulders and the other his legs, and caught him off guard and pulled him out of the quilt.Fu Shen was suddenly suspended in the air, startled, and then put on Yan Xiaohan's lap, with an outer shirt covering his head.

Through the soft silk and satin, there seemed to be a superficial kiss on his lips, light as an illusion.

Yan Xiaohan said: "Of course I have one heart and one mind for Lord Hou."

Years are unknown in the mountains, Yan Xiaohan spent several days in the villa doing nothing with Marquis Jingning, who had entered the life of an official ahead of schedule.Yu Qiaoting murmured to Xiao Xun in private that Fu Shen's temper was more than a little bit better than before, and he didn't feel depressed after knowing such a horrible truth, but he was inseparable with that surnamed Yan every day—this Feilong Wei Qincha envoy is not a Has the millennium fox turned into a spirit?

Not only he thought so, Feilongwei in the capital also asked this question.

Where did the vixen seduce Mr. Qincha Envoy? Why can't he even find him?

When Shen Yuce was ordered to see Fu Shen and express his colleagues' thoughts for Lord Yan, the couple was in full swing in the courtyard of the villa... pickling salted duck eggs.

Next to the small stone table in the courtyard was a small basket of washed, white salted duck eggs. Yan Fu sat opposite each other, one soaked the duck eggs in strong wine, and the other was responsible for rolling the salt into the altar.

The flower garden in the yard was neatly plowed, with newly sprouted shallots and green vegetables planted, next to it was a big wisteria flower shelf, the flowers were like waterfalls, and chickens and ducks were running around under the shelf, cooing and quacking.The two of them were busy with their hands, chatting with each other without any agreement.Shen Yuce watched a duck step on the foot of their censor envoy, Yan Xiaohan was still there laughing at Fu Shen: "The ancients said that things that are unsightly, growing vegetables in orchards, and raising chickens and ducks under flower trellises, this yard of yours It’s all over.”

Fu Shen retorted without raising his head: "There is an even more unsightly lame general, isn't it also monopolized by you?"*

Yan Xiaohan immediately shut up, but the corners of his mouth curled up suspiciously.

Dr. Shen thought numbly: "I seem to be a little redundant."

"It's coming." Yan Xiaohan noticed him first, put down his work, stood up to greet him, his attitude was natural and smooth, as if he didn't feel at all that the two important officials of the court who turned their hands into clouds and rain were enjoying themselves here happily. There's nothing wrong with duck eggs.

"My lord, Lord Hou." Shen Yuce bowed his hands to the two of them, and couldn't help asking, "This is...?"

Fu Shen smiled frankly: "A little hobby makes Mr. Shen laugh."

Shen Yice hurriedly said: "How dare, how dare."

Could it be that Marquis Jingning was really heartbroken, changed his temper, and planned to disarm and return to his fields, as the outside rumors said?

Yan Xiaohan washed off the salt from his hands, and while wiping his hands, he asked Shen Yice: "Is there any new news from Beijing?"

"This is exactly why this subordinate came here," Shen Yice said, "another Jinwu guard died. He died in the Cuijin Pavilion in the east of the city at midnight last night, and someone came to report this morning. This case alarmed the emperor, and His Majesty ordered You return to Beijing as soon as possible, this case has been handed over to Fei Longwei."

Yan Xiaohan subconsciously glanced at Fu Shen, Fu Shen shook his head slightly, indicating that this matter has nothing to do with him.

Yan Xiaohan pondered for a while, then smiled not very sincerely: "Okay. It's strange, how come the Jinwu Guards have been reciting words recently, and the years are not good?"

He refused to let them intervene before, but now it's a big mess, Nan Ya can't handle it anymore, and has to come back to beg Fei Longwei.Shen Yuce felt that Yan Xiaohan might be holding back a fire in his heart, so the meaning of ridicule was particularly obvious.Fu Shen said unhurriedly: "Since that's the case, I won't stay any longer. Be careful."

The two seemed to have something to say, and both returned to their rooms.Shen Yuce sat in the yard, casually scanning the chickens and ducks everywhere, suddenly the tips of his ears twitched, and he turned his head to look suspiciously.

The window of the bedroom was not closed tightly, but it was only ajar. I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to have heard a muffled, low-pitched, groaning sound just now.

The author has something to say: *Li Shangyin-Twelve Disastrous Events: The pine tree shouted, watching the flowers shed tears, laying a mat on the moss, but weeping the willows, drying under the flowers, traveling in spring with heavy loads, stalagmites tied to horses, lighting a fire under the moon, Walking generals, building buildings on the back of the mountain, planting vegetables in the orchard, and raising chickens and ducks under the flower trellis.