Golden Stage
Chapter 32 Whispering ┃The Emperor: Learn about Targeted Poverty Alleviation
"Why? Being caught by this Marquis going in and out of the fireworks place, Feilongwei is going to kill people to silence him?"
Fu Shen was dragged to a deserted alley by him, and he didn't worry about it, hooking his chin with a folding fan like a disciple.Yan Xiaohan let him be frivolous, stared at him and said, "It's fine to kill people, but you have to silence them."
Fu Shen asked with great interest: "How do you plan to destroy... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone leaned over and gagged his mouth.
The newlyweds were forced to separate again, and they reunited unexpectedly at this moment. Some accumulated feelings cannot be expressed, and they can only be vented through actions.The kiss was more lingering than when it left, with a little deliberate strength.As if in retaliation for his previous trickery, Yan Xiaohan bit Fu Shen's mouth gently.
It still hurts a bit.Fu Shen stretched out his hands to pinch his chin, and took a hissing breath, but he didn't scold him: "Careful. Hold on tight, don't bite me..."
As soon as he took a breath, Yan Xiaohan's heart ached. He stretched out his hand to support the back of Fu Shen's head, and gently sucked on the place where he had bitten: "Does it hurt?"
Fu Shen patted him on the back, indicating that he was fine, and continued to laugh at him: "Go around the brothel with me behind your back, and before I do anything, you will be wronged first."
Yan Xiaohan squatted down in front of him, slightly lower than Fu Shen, and put his two hands in his palms: "Are you jealous? Tell the truth."
Fu Shen sneered: "You treat everyone like you, a jealous vat."
Yan Xiaohan: "Aren't you jealous? What would you do if I really went to a brothel?"
Fu Shen smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Brother Yan, do you think I can't lift a knife?"
Yan Xiaohan: "..."
In fact, he should have thought that with Fu Shen's fierceness, if he cheated or betrayed anything, the end would definitely be a clean break.Yan Xiaohan had already stumbled on this once back then, but Fu Shen was still young and his heart was still soft at that time, which gave him a chance to get closer again.
He pretended not to hear Fu Shen's last words, and changed the subject tactfully: "Why did you come here?"
He held both hands of Fu Shen, and lowered his head to show him to look at the fan on his lap: "There is a bamboo shop near here that makes good folding fans. I asked the boss to make a few fans last year. I just remembered, Drop by to pick it up, who would have thought it would be so coincidental."
Although Fu Shen has long left the fat horse and light fur boyhood, he still loves elegance in his bones, and the casual clothes and accessories at home are all exquisite.At that time, most people loved wooden bone fans, and those who were more extravagant preferred to use ivory horns as bones.Fu Shen, however, especially prefers the elegant and light bamboo fans, and he doesn't have to insist on Xiangfei Arhat, as long as the color is clean and clean, he likes it.
Yan Xiaohan vaguely remembered that a few years ago when Fu Shen returned to Beijing occasionally, the two of them would sometimes meet on the street, and Fu Shen never had an empty hand.
Fu Shen said: "What about you? Isn't the Cuijin Pavilion where the accident happened? How did you find the Baiying Tower?"
Yan Xiaohan: "The Jinwu Guard died in the Cuijin Pavilion, but he had been to the Baiying Tower that night. He was missing something, and he couldn't find it in the Cuijin Pavilion. I guess it might have fallen over here."
"What's missing?" Fu Shen asked subconsciously, before he realized something was wrong, "Can I ask? If I can't, just pretend I didn't ask."
Yan Xiaohan shook his hand, and said without changing his expression, "Let me be secretive. It's not that I can't tell you, but I won't tell you until I get home at night." He looked around, and smiled inexplicably: "It's a bit inconvenient to say it here."
Fu Shen couldn't understand the fun of his babbling, and thought to himself, should he go back to tell ghost stories at night?Did Yan Xiaohan treat him as a three-year-old child?
"Okay," he resignedly ticked Yan Xiaohan's palm, "There is something that I think might be related to this case. I heard from Dr. Shen that the Jin Wuwei died of an emergency? When picking up fans in the store, I occasionally listened to the shopkeepers chatting. I heard that since the beginning of the new year, in just two months, several people have been carried out of the brothels in this area. Is the recent horse wind a bit too much? "
"I thought about it with me," Yan Xiaohan got up, bent down and kissed him on the cheek, and said in a low voice, "Leave Shen Yuce to me, and I'll talk to you about the rest when I go back."
Seeing that he knew what he was thinking, Fu Shen nodded and stopped talking.Yan Xiaohan pushed him out of the alley and handed him over to Xiao Xun. When he turned to leave, Fu Shen suddenly stopped him and threw the folding fan into his arms.
When he withdrew his hands, the sleeves of his robe drew a rounded arc in the air. He was dressed in black and had black hair. Even if he could only sit down, he still showed the chic demeanor of a jade tree facing the wind, causing countless Yingying and Yanyan in front of the building to stretch their necks to peep.Fu Shen seemed to just give a small thing casually, and said casually: "Here is it for you. Take it and play."
Yan Xiaohan watched his figure disappear into the alley, unconsciously rolled his fingers, and opened the unusually light fan in his hand.
There are large bones of purple bamboo, small bones of brown bamboo, and heavy mica sprinkled with silver powder.
——May it be the southwest wind, let the long death enter the king's arms. *
Wei Xuzhou swished up from behind, saw the two words on the fan at a glance, and almost screamed: "Look, look, this is the demeanor of the main house..."
Yan Xiaohan quickly put away his fan, and pointed threateningly on his shoulder: "You don't need to feel the demeanor of the main room for the time being. Stop talking nonsense, and investigate the case."
Having said that, the smile on his face is like a jar full of water, which will overflow at the slightest touch.
Wei Xuzhou stared at his windy back, and couldn't help but wondered in his heart: "Isn't it because the emperor gave him the marriage because he pitied him for being a bachelor for half his life?"
Yan Xiaohan will not return until late at night, and Fu Shen and his party have already settled down in the Yan Mansion.The bedroom that had been vacant for a while was turned on again, and Fu Shen was sitting under the lamp reading a book.
His brows and eyes were slightly stretched, and the cold and oppressive feeling disappeared when he was concentrating, and even his serious expression no longer seemed unattainable, which only made people feel pleasing to the eye.
He focuses on reading, and others focus on him.
"If you read it again, you will be charged." Fu Shen put the book upside down on the table, and sneered coolly: "Is it okay to be a little promising? Your face is almost scratched off by your eyes. Today in Baiying Lou hasn't had enough eye addiction yet?"
"He said he was not jealous, and he couldn't do anything without Baiying Tower." Yan Xiaohan walked into the inner room, took off his outer robe, changed into homely clothes, sat down opposite Fu Shen, and took the tea he handed him: " If I have to be blunt, fine. I don't really want to coax you into saying 'you look better than them' because I think it's offensive to compare these people to you."
"You are supreme in my heart, unmatched by anyone," Yan Xiaohan said calmly after taking a sip of tea, "It's the truth, it's not a joke."
The sudden confession made Fu Shen startled.
"Brother Yan?"
Yan Xiaohan sighed, put down his teacup, walked up to Fu Shen, and stretched out his arms to hug him.
"Master Hou, I like you very much," he said. "This is the first time in my life that I like someone so much. So there should be no misunderstanding between us. What happened seven years ago, don't do it again."
Fu Shen was silent for a long time before slowly asking, "Since... when did it start?"
He originally thought that the two fell in love after living together for a long time, but judging from the meaning of Yan Xiaohan's words, it seemed that this was not the case—could it be that Yan Xiaohan had feelings for him when he still regarded him as a friend? Is it wrong?
"Seven years ago," Yan Xiaohan said with a wry smile, "but back then... I was too self-righteous."
Fu Shen suppressed his shock: "Why?"
He was a child then!
"If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you slowly later," Yan Xiaohan carefully kissed his temple, "Anyway, as long as you know that I won't go out to find someone else behind your back, that's fine."
"No," Fu Shen said bluntly, "Tell me what you like about me anyway, and make me happy."
Yan Xiaohan: "..."
The atmosphere that had become stagnant due to the self-narration disappeared, and Yan Xiaohan couldn't help laughing on his shoulder.Fu Shen is a very strong person in every aspect, especially emotionally.Yan Xiaohan sometimes felt that he was walking on a crumbling single-plank bridge. Every time he stepped on the ground and thought that he was going to be smashed to pieces, Fu Shen would firmly catch him underneath, and he opened his eyes by luck. Only then did he realize that under the clouds, mountains and mists, the ground was actually under his feet.
He is always the one who is included.
Yan Xiaohan whispered in his ear in a low breathless voice: "From head to toe, everything I've touched, everything I haven't - I like everything."
In the evening, after the two of them took a bath, they were lying side by side on the bed and getting sleepy. Fu Shen suddenly remembered the case of the day, and poked Yan Xiaohan with his elbow: "You said you can only tell me when you get home today. What is it?"
"Oh, you said what I was looking for." Yan Xiaohan turned over, facing him, with one hand on his waist, "it's a boot tuck."
"The dead man was named Yang Hexuan, a Jinwu guard. The military officer often rides a horse on weekdays, and rarely sits in a sedan chair, but there is no place to put things when riding a horse, so some small objects or documents that need to be carried with him are usually put in the boot tuck. Yang Hexuan All his personal belongings have been taken away, but I didn't find his boot tuck, nor did Cuijin Pavilion, so I went to Baiyinglou to look for it. Sure enough, it fell into the room where he drank last night. "
"There are a few IOUs in his boot tuck, about 50 taels, and a paper bag with some powder left in it. I guess it is what we are looking for. It has been handed over to Shen Yuce, and we will know about it tomorrow. What is it?"
Fu Shen: "How can you be sure that this bag killed him?"
Yan Xiaohan: "I asked the prostitute who served him that night in the Cuijin Pavilion. The girl said that he used to use drugs to boost his sexual intercourse, but somehow he regained his power and was braver than ordinary people. He He also said that he didn't take any medicine, so it would be strange if he didn't take any medicine. There are some ordinary aphrodisiacs in the brothel, and it is likely that he secretly obtained strong medicines from other places to have such an effect."
"That's all?" After hearing this, Fu Shen asked in confusion, "Why do you have to come back to talk about this stupid thing?"
Yan Xiaohan said confidently: "Should I discuss with you in a dilapidated alley whether aphrodisiacs and men are okay? Isn't this kind of private conversation between husband and wife supposed to be in bed in the middle of the night when no one is around? "
Fu Shen: "..."
Just now he listened to a bunch of "aphrodisiacs" without changing his face, without any disturbance in his heart; but when Yan Xiaohan said that, he instantly felt a rush of blood rushing to his stomach, and he almost stood up on the spot.
The hand clasped around his waist was suddenly tightened, and he was pulled towards Yan Xiaohan with the quilt together. The shameless bastard rubbed his lower back repeatedly, and laughed hoarsely: "It's so heartless..."
Across two layers of soft brocade quilts, Fu Shen could still feel something pressing against his legs.
They are all men, what else does he not understand.
He moved uncomfortably, and was immediately held down by Yan Xiaohan: "Don't move."
"Don't worry about it, it will be fine in a while," Yan Xiaohan comforted along his back, "I won't move you."
When Fu Shen heard the words "I won't move you", he subtly raised his eyebrows.
Sure enough, he stopped moving. After a while, when Fu Shen's rapid heartbeat subsided, he suddenly felt the air above his head vibrating slightly.
He raised his head and asked Yan Xiaohan, "What are you doing?"
Yan Xiaohan replied calmly, "Chanting the scriptures."
"..."
Fu Shen endured it for a while, sighed, and finally resigned himself to putting his hand under the quilt.
The next morning, Xiao Xun and the two had breakfast together. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly asked, "General, did something break in your room last night? Are you okay?"
Fu Shen was almost choked on the porridge, and he recalled guiltily that the two of them were messing around last night, and accidentally kicked Mrs. Tang on the bed to the ground, and with a bang, half the people in the courtyard were woken up.
"You asked the right person." Yan Xiaohan licked the wound on the inside of his lips, gasped in pain, and smiled unrepentantly: "Last night, your Marquis insisted on fighting with me, he was the one who moved first. hands."
The author has something to say: *Cao Zhi's "Poem of Seven Lamentations"
Fu Shen: My Yan, are you drifting away or am I unable to lift the knife?
Fu Shen was dragged to a deserted alley by him, and he didn't worry about it, hooking his chin with a folding fan like a disciple.Yan Xiaohan let him be frivolous, stared at him and said, "It's fine to kill people, but you have to silence them."
Fu Shen asked with great interest: "How do you plan to destroy... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone leaned over and gagged his mouth.
The newlyweds were forced to separate again, and they reunited unexpectedly at this moment. Some accumulated feelings cannot be expressed, and they can only be vented through actions.The kiss was more lingering than when it left, with a little deliberate strength.As if in retaliation for his previous trickery, Yan Xiaohan bit Fu Shen's mouth gently.
It still hurts a bit.Fu Shen stretched out his hands to pinch his chin, and took a hissing breath, but he didn't scold him: "Careful. Hold on tight, don't bite me..."
As soon as he took a breath, Yan Xiaohan's heart ached. He stretched out his hand to support the back of Fu Shen's head, and gently sucked on the place where he had bitten: "Does it hurt?"
Fu Shen patted him on the back, indicating that he was fine, and continued to laugh at him: "Go around the brothel with me behind your back, and before I do anything, you will be wronged first."
Yan Xiaohan squatted down in front of him, slightly lower than Fu Shen, and put his two hands in his palms: "Are you jealous? Tell the truth."
Fu Shen sneered: "You treat everyone like you, a jealous vat."
Yan Xiaohan: "Aren't you jealous? What would you do if I really went to a brothel?"
Fu Shen smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Brother Yan, do you think I can't lift a knife?"
Yan Xiaohan: "..."
In fact, he should have thought that with Fu Shen's fierceness, if he cheated or betrayed anything, the end would definitely be a clean break.Yan Xiaohan had already stumbled on this once back then, but Fu Shen was still young and his heart was still soft at that time, which gave him a chance to get closer again.
He pretended not to hear Fu Shen's last words, and changed the subject tactfully: "Why did you come here?"
He held both hands of Fu Shen, and lowered his head to show him to look at the fan on his lap: "There is a bamboo shop near here that makes good folding fans. I asked the boss to make a few fans last year. I just remembered, Drop by to pick it up, who would have thought it would be so coincidental."
Although Fu Shen has long left the fat horse and light fur boyhood, he still loves elegance in his bones, and the casual clothes and accessories at home are all exquisite.At that time, most people loved wooden bone fans, and those who were more extravagant preferred to use ivory horns as bones.Fu Shen, however, especially prefers the elegant and light bamboo fans, and he doesn't have to insist on Xiangfei Arhat, as long as the color is clean and clean, he likes it.
Yan Xiaohan vaguely remembered that a few years ago when Fu Shen returned to Beijing occasionally, the two of them would sometimes meet on the street, and Fu Shen never had an empty hand.
Fu Shen said: "What about you? Isn't the Cuijin Pavilion where the accident happened? How did you find the Baiying Tower?"
Yan Xiaohan: "The Jinwu Guard died in the Cuijin Pavilion, but he had been to the Baiying Tower that night. He was missing something, and he couldn't find it in the Cuijin Pavilion. I guess it might have fallen over here."
"What's missing?" Fu Shen asked subconsciously, before he realized something was wrong, "Can I ask? If I can't, just pretend I didn't ask."
Yan Xiaohan shook his hand, and said without changing his expression, "Let me be secretive. It's not that I can't tell you, but I won't tell you until I get home at night." He looked around, and smiled inexplicably: "It's a bit inconvenient to say it here."
Fu Shen couldn't understand the fun of his babbling, and thought to himself, should he go back to tell ghost stories at night?Did Yan Xiaohan treat him as a three-year-old child?
"Okay," he resignedly ticked Yan Xiaohan's palm, "There is something that I think might be related to this case. I heard from Dr. Shen that the Jin Wuwei died of an emergency? When picking up fans in the store, I occasionally listened to the shopkeepers chatting. I heard that since the beginning of the new year, in just two months, several people have been carried out of the brothels in this area. Is the recent horse wind a bit too much? "
"I thought about it with me," Yan Xiaohan got up, bent down and kissed him on the cheek, and said in a low voice, "Leave Shen Yuce to me, and I'll talk to you about the rest when I go back."
Seeing that he knew what he was thinking, Fu Shen nodded and stopped talking.Yan Xiaohan pushed him out of the alley and handed him over to Xiao Xun. When he turned to leave, Fu Shen suddenly stopped him and threw the folding fan into his arms.
When he withdrew his hands, the sleeves of his robe drew a rounded arc in the air. He was dressed in black and had black hair. Even if he could only sit down, he still showed the chic demeanor of a jade tree facing the wind, causing countless Yingying and Yanyan in front of the building to stretch their necks to peep.Fu Shen seemed to just give a small thing casually, and said casually: "Here is it for you. Take it and play."
Yan Xiaohan watched his figure disappear into the alley, unconsciously rolled his fingers, and opened the unusually light fan in his hand.
There are large bones of purple bamboo, small bones of brown bamboo, and heavy mica sprinkled with silver powder.
——May it be the southwest wind, let the long death enter the king's arms. *
Wei Xuzhou swished up from behind, saw the two words on the fan at a glance, and almost screamed: "Look, look, this is the demeanor of the main house..."
Yan Xiaohan quickly put away his fan, and pointed threateningly on his shoulder: "You don't need to feel the demeanor of the main room for the time being. Stop talking nonsense, and investigate the case."
Having said that, the smile on his face is like a jar full of water, which will overflow at the slightest touch.
Wei Xuzhou stared at his windy back, and couldn't help but wondered in his heart: "Isn't it because the emperor gave him the marriage because he pitied him for being a bachelor for half his life?"
Yan Xiaohan will not return until late at night, and Fu Shen and his party have already settled down in the Yan Mansion.The bedroom that had been vacant for a while was turned on again, and Fu Shen was sitting under the lamp reading a book.
His brows and eyes were slightly stretched, and the cold and oppressive feeling disappeared when he was concentrating, and even his serious expression no longer seemed unattainable, which only made people feel pleasing to the eye.
He focuses on reading, and others focus on him.
"If you read it again, you will be charged." Fu Shen put the book upside down on the table, and sneered coolly: "Is it okay to be a little promising? Your face is almost scratched off by your eyes. Today in Baiying Lou hasn't had enough eye addiction yet?"
"He said he was not jealous, and he couldn't do anything without Baiying Tower." Yan Xiaohan walked into the inner room, took off his outer robe, changed into homely clothes, sat down opposite Fu Shen, and took the tea he handed him: " If I have to be blunt, fine. I don't really want to coax you into saying 'you look better than them' because I think it's offensive to compare these people to you."
"You are supreme in my heart, unmatched by anyone," Yan Xiaohan said calmly after taking a sip of tea, "It's the truth, it's not a joke."
The sudden confession made Fu Shen startled.
"Brother Yan?"
Yan Xiaohan sighed, put down his teacup, walked up to Fu Shen, and stretched out his arms to hug him.
"Master Hou, I like you very much," he said. "This is the first time in my life that I like someone so much. So there should be no misunderstanding between us. What happened seven years ago, don't do it again."
Fu Shen was silent for a long time before slowly asking, "Since... when did it start?"
He originally thought that the two fell in love after living together for a long time, but judging from the meaning of Yan Xiaohan's words, it seemed that this was not the case—could it be that Yan Xiaohan had feelings for him when he still regarded him as a friend? Is it wrong?
"Seven years ago," Yan Xiaohan said with a wry smile, "but back then... I was too self-righteous."
Fu Shen suppressed his shock: "Why?"
He was a child then!
"If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you slowly later," Yan Xiaohan carefully kissed his temple, "Anyway, as long as you know that I won't go out to find someone else behind your back, that's fine."
"No," Fu Shen said bluntly, "Tell me what you like about me anyway, and make me happy."
Yan Xiaohan: "..."
The atmosphere that had become stagnant due to the self-narration disappeared, and Yan Xiaohan couldn't help laughing on his shoulder.Fu Shen is a very strong person in every aspect, especially emotionally.Yan Xiaohan sometimes felt that he was walking on a crumbling single-plank bridge. Every time he stepped on the ground and thought that he was going to be smashed to pieces, Fu Shen would firmly catch him underneath, and he opened his eyes by luck. Only then did he realize that under the clouds, mountains and mists, the ground was actually under his feet.
He is always the one who is included.
Yan Xiaohan whispered in his ear in a low breathless voice: "From head to toe, everything I've touched, everything I haven't - I like everything."
In the evening, after the two of them took a bath, they were lying side by side on the bed and getting sleepy. Fu Shen suddenly remembered the case of the day, and poked Yan Xiaohan with his elbow: "You said you can only tell me when you get home today. What is it?"
"Oh, you said what I was looking for." Yan Xiaohan turned over, facing him, with one hand on his waist, "it's a boot tuck."
"The dead man was named Yang Hexuan, a Jinwu guard. The military officer often rides a horse on weekdays, and rarely sits in a sedan chair, but there is no place to put things when riding a horse, so some small objects or documents that need to be carried with him are usually put in the boot tuck. Yang Hexuan All his personal belongings have been taken away, but I didn't find his boot tuck, nor did Cuijin Pavilion, so I went to Baiyinglou to look for it. Sure enough, it fell into the room where he drank last night. "
"There are a few IOUs in his boot tuck, about 50 taels, and a paper bag with some powder left in it. I guess it is what we are looking for. It has been handed over to Shen Yuce, and we will know about it tomorrow. What is it?"
Fu Shen: "How can you be sure that this bag killed him?"
Yan Xiaohan: "I asked the prostitute who served him that night in the Cuijin Pavilion. The girl said that he used to use drugs to boost his sexual intercourse, but somehow he regained his power and was braver than ordinary people. He He also said that he didn't take any medicine, so it would be strange if he didn't take any medicine. There are some ordinary aphrodisiacs in the brothel, and it is likely that he secretly obtained strong medicines from other places to have such an effect."
"That's all?" After hearing this, Fu Shen asked in confusion, "Why do you have to come back to talk about this stupid thing?"
Yan Xiaohan said confidently: "Should I discuss with you in a dilapidated alley whether aphrodisiacs and men are okay? Isn't this kind of private conversation between husband and wife supposed to be in bed in the middle of the night when no one is around? "
Fu Shen: "..."
Just now he listened to a bunch of "aphrodisiacs" without changing his face, without any disturbance in his heart; but when Yan Xiaohan said that, he instantly felt a rush of blood rushing to his stomach, and he almost stood up on the spot.
The hand clasped around his waist was suddenly tightened, and he was pulled towards Yan Xiaohan with the quilt together. The shameless bastard rubbed his lower back repeatedly, and laughed hoarsely: "It's so heartless..."
Across two layers of soft brocade quilts, Fu Shen could still feel something pressing against his legs.
They are all men, what else does he not understand.
He moved uncomfortably, and was immediately held down by Yan Xiaohan: "Don't move."
"Don't worry about it, it will be fine in a while," Yan Xiaohan comforted along his back, "I won't move you."
When Fu Shen heard the words "I won't move you", he subtly raised his eyebrows.
Sure enough, he stopped moving. After a while, when Fu Shen's rapid heartbeat subsided, he suddenly felt the air above his head vibrating slightly.
He raised his head and asked Yan Xiaohan, "What are you doing?"
Yan Xiaohan replied calmly, "Chanting the scriptures."
"..."
Fu Shen endured it for a while, sighed, and finally resigned himself to putting his hand under the quilt.
The next morning, Xiao Xun and the two had breakfast together. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly asked, "General, did something break in your room last night? Are you okay?"
Fu Shen was almost choked on the porridge, and he recalled guiltily that the two of them were messing around last night, and accidentally kicked Mrs. Tang on the bed to the ground, and with a bang, half the people in the courtyard were woken up.
"You asked the right person." Yan Xiaohan licked the wound on the inside of his lips, gasped in pain, and smiled unrepentantly: "Last night, your Marquis insisted on fighting with me, he was the one who moved first. hands."
The author has something to say: *Cao Zhi's "Poem of Seven Lamentations"
Fu Shen: My Yan, are you drifting away or am I unable to lift the knife?
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