Golden Stage

Yi Siming, the son of Chen Guogong, was first conferred as the fourth-rank Jinwuwei Zhonglang General, and then moved to Zuojinwuwei General. He was born in a noble family and served in front of the emperor.

If he hadn't made every effort to overpower Feilongwei, if he hadn't met Taoist Master Chunyang, Yi Siming's life would have been a smooth one. As long as he kept his duty and didn't commit heinous crimes, he would be able to live a peaceful life. finish this life.

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"Yi Siming has confessed that you used the cover of being a Taoist priest of the Qingxu Temple to seduce people to take the poison 'Bailusan' in private, which killed a Jinwu guard and three common people. Yi Siming was the only survivor. Fei Longwei found a box of smoking sets, several specially made lamps and candles, and some leftover medicines in the secret room downstairs of the scripture collection. There are all witnesses and evidence, Taoist Chunyang, what else do you want to say?"

The prison was silent and dark, with the smell of blood floating in the air, and the whispered "Tao Te Ching" stopped at some point.

His hands were hung on the beam, and his whole body looked like a blood-soaked man who struggled to open his only remaining eye. His eyes passed through the crowd and precisely fell on Fu Shen in the shadow outside the prison.

He grinned slowly, revealing a creepy smile.

"Outside the door is the Marquis of Jingning, Fu Shen...General Fu?" Daoist Chunyang's teeth were knocked out, he asked vaguely, "Please come in and see him."

Yan Xiaohan regretted it immediately, he knew earlier that Fu Shen should not have come to Feilongwei together.Because of Yi Siming's matter, he must be in a mess right now.Yan Xiaohan was worried about letting him go back to the Yan Mansion by himself, and also wanted to take the opportunity of interrogating Yi Siming to let Fu Shen recognize who he was facing, so that nostalgia would no longer add to his sentimentality.

As the same high-ranking person, Fu Shen grew up in the family of a prince, with a noble status, a broad vision, and an open-minded temperament, so he has always been tolerant of offenses from outsiders; while Yan Xiaohan has climbed step by step from the bottom of the imperial army. Those who came up did not know how many stumbling blocks they encountered in the middle. If they were not cruel and held grudges, there would be no ashes left.

Due to their life experiences, the two have very different attitudes towards Yi Siming. Now it is Yan Xiaohan who is trying to push Fu Shen to his side, but he dare not use too much force, for fear that he will break it all at once.

Now Taoist Master Chunyang offered to see Fu Shen, and he began to worry again.Master Yan has only so many mother-in-laws in his life, and it all falls on Jingninghou.

Fu Shen's ears were sharp, and before Yan Xiaohan could make a decision, he had already slid out of the shadows in his wheelchair, signaling Yan Xiaohan to let him in.

"Be careful……"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Shen patted the back of his hand comfortingly: "Aren't you here, don't worry."

Really well-behaved, but also learned fine.I don't know what these words are for ecstasy soup, Yan Xiaohan's whole heart was soothed in an instant, the tenderness in his eyes seemed to be unbearable, and suddenly rippling.

He stretched out his hand to push open the cell door, and took Fu Shen in.

Fu Shen didn't talk nonsense with Priest Chunyang, and said flatly, "Speak."

Priest Chunyang laughed hoarsely, but his tone was surprisingly submissive and cooperative: "Where does the general want to start? Was it when you received the broken arrow, or was it when Yi Siming listened to Yang Hexuan's words and came to see the truth?" Medicine started?"

Fu Shen seemed to be stabbed by a poisonous needle suddenly, his pupils shrank suddenly: "It's you?!"

The only remaining eye of Taoist Master Chunyang was astonishingly bright, and his sharp eyes shot out from under his disheveled hair: "General, now you know... This is retribution, the law of heaven is clear, and everything is what you deserve!"

Like a thunderclap resounding through my mind, all the fragmented clues pieced together a complete picture.In this game between him and Emperor Yuantai, the third person who had been dormant in the darkness and stirred up the situation finally surfaced at this moment.

The broken arrow that should have been buried deep in the ground was sent back to Fu Shen, which enabled him to find out the truth behind the ambush in Qingsha Pass.

This person has been silently watching his movements from behind, so when Fu Shen was looking for Mu Boxiu, someone happened to "startle the snake", making Mu Boxiu mistakenly think that it was Yi Siming who wanted to kill him, so he bit back and turned to him. Fu Shen revealed the whole plan of Emperor Yuantai and Yi Siming.

No wonder he always had the feeling of being led by the nose, no wonder the investigation of the truth went so smoothly... Someone had already cleared the fog for him, and put the truth on the side of the road, just waiting for him to bend over and pick it up.

"No wonder...you want to assassinate the emperor," Fu Shen murmured, "and 'Bailusan' was prepared for Yi Siming from the beginning to the end..."

Chunyang said contemptuously: "Yi Siming hates this Lord Yan who is beside you very much. The Nanya government is declining, and the Jinwu Guard is getting worse day by day. He looks down on Fei Longwei and envies the scenery of his family, so he tries every means to please the emperor. Ha! Who would have thought that the dignified prince would end up being reduced to the emperor's dog!"

Fu Shen said: "So you asked Yang Hexuan to use 'Bailusan' for him."

"It's like dew like electricity, like a dream like an illusion." Chunyang said enthusiastically, "General Fu, do you know what kind of person is most likely to be addicted?"

"Greed, desire, ambition, delusion, paranoia, narrow-mindedness... In the overnight dream, they will think that they are sitting in the world, forgetting their troubles, and just want to conquer. There is nothing in this world that they cannot do."

"Then when they wake up from the dream and the illusion dissipates, they can no longer bear their own humbleness and incompetence, so they try again and again, intoxicated, until their internal organs are completely emptied and become an empty shell."

"'Bailusan' is also called 'Lost Soul San'. Legend has it that people who take it will also dissipate their souls." He smiled coldly, "These wolf-hearted things are not worthy of being called 'human beings'. Worthy of being a walking dead."

Fu Shen suddenly said: "What's the matter with Yang Hexuan? You were recommended by Yang Xu to enter the palace, but you killed Yang Hexuan, so you and the Yang family are not only not on the same side, but enemies. Why did you tie yourself up in the palace?" On this boat of the Yang family?"

The cell was silent for a moment, the needle could be heard, only the heavy and difficult breathing of Taoist Master Chunyang remained.

"Why didn't you say it?" Fu Shen said, "Why did you lead me to find out the mastermind behind Qingsha Pass? Why did you assassinate the emperor? Why did you murder Yi Siming? If it wasn't for me being sentimental, Daoist, you are deliberately trying to get me Take revenge for me—do we know each other?"

"Or, what indissoluble bond does the person behind you have with me and the Fu family?"

His silence was more like a kind of tacit consent. Fu Shen slowly came to him while shaking his wheelchair: "Looking at your reaction, is there any deep hatred between the Yang family and the Fu family that I don't know about?"

Priest Chunyang stared at him silently, and suddenly laughed "hehe".

It was a kind of crazy laughter that seemed to be broken into pieces, full of pride and unwillingness, hoarse like iron sand rubbing against each other, and the bloody face couldn't hide its arrogance. At a certain moment, Fu Shen felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in him. .

However, with a smile, there was a trace of blood winding down the corner of his mouth.

"In the 20th year of Yuantai, the Eastern Tatars and the Zhe people jointly invaded the Central Plains. In the battle of Gushanguan, General Fu Tingxin was surrounded by the enemy. The Northern Yan Army once asked for help from the Tangzhou defenders. He refused to send his daughter into the East Palace, complained about his hatred, and refused to send troops for so long, which eventually led to General Fu's death in battle."

"Tie Yang lives for a day, General Fu's heroic spirit has no peace for a day, bloody feud, and mortal hatred—"

Fu Shen grabbed his throat with one hand.

Yan Xiaohan lost his voice and said, "Jing Yuan!"

Fu Shen's face was terribly cold, his eyes were like knives, and every word seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth: "My uncle has passed away for six years, why did you wait until now to come out to take revenge?"

Chunyang hissed, "Yang Xu waited on the fire from the other side and led the army to arrive after the Northern Yan army was defeated. None of the insiders survived. If it hadn't been for the Qingsha Pass incident, we would have captured a man who had served under Yang Xu's command in Yuanzhou." Horse bandits, once they heard about the 'Northern Yan Army', they recruited the old things, Yang Xu will continue to deceive the world and steal his name, how will the thousands of spirits buried in Gushan Pass rest in peace!"

"'You guys?'" Fu Shen said, "Who else?"

Big streams of blood overflowed from the man's mouth and nose, and flowed onto Fu Shen's muscular hands, staining the blood stains on his sleeves.

"I can't say..."

"Fart," Fu Shen sneered angrily, "You were tortured in the North Prison, and you never let go, but when I came, you just came up and beat me. Didn't you just come here to wait for me? Tell me!"

Chun Yang's face was purple and his chest heaved violently, Yan Xiaohan rushed forward and grabbed his hand: "Jing Yuan, let go! You're going to strangle him to death!"

"Get out!" Fu Shen threw him away angrily, tightening his five fingers, his fingertips almost pinched into the man's flesh: "Don't pretend to be dead! Tell me! Who are you! Who is the person behind you!"

The one eye under the disheveled hair met the cold eyes of the young general, and Fu Shen clearly saw that there seemed to be tears in that eye.

"...Young Master, my hands are stained with blood, and I have killed innocent people indiscriminately. I know that my crime is unforgivable. When I come to the spring in the future, I will have no face to face my former comrades. Nobody, you don't need to ask my name..."

Fu Shen understood in an instant.

Priest Chunyang was a member of the Northern Yan Army in the past, and he was a soldier of the same period as his father and second uncle.Because only these people would just call him "eldest son" regardless of his current status.

And once this identity is exposed, both Bei Yanjun and Fu Shen will be involved in the whirlpool.

So he must die.

The "Wang Gou'er" family who died for no reason, and the other civilians who were used by him to test the medicine, have a blood debt that cannot be healed even though death.

Daoist Chunyang struggled to the point of exhaustion, his eyes were protruding, blood and tears were blurred, only his lips moved weakly, and his breath was like a gossamer.Except for Fu Shen, no one heard what he said.

There was a "click" sound, and the man's head fell limply.

Fu Shen closed his eyes indifferently, his whole body was gloomy and unspeakable, his pale hand was dripping with blood, like a god of death who had stepped out of hell.

"Chunyang Yaodao colluded with the courtiers and offered golden pills under the guise of the Longevity Banquet, intending to murder His Majesty. It is also a crime; the poison 'drug' Bailusan' was privately produced, which killed Jinwuwei General Yi Siming, Jinwuwei Zhonglang General Yang Hexuan, etc. There are two crimes for killing a few people. The criminal knew that his crime was unforgivable and that he could not escape death, so he committed suicide before today's time."

He asked lightly: "Is this okay, Lord Yan?"

Without waiting for the other party's answer, Fu Shen turned the wheelchair and left the cell on his own.

The moment he walked out of the North Prison, his figure seemed to be completely engulfed by the sudden pouring sky light.

The soldiers of Beiyan who once roamed the battlefield kept their names hidden, wandering the streets and alleys of the capital like ghosts, the white dew scattered in the morning bell and evening drum quietly melted in the clear and empty view, and the fragrant fragrance condensed into a thin blade that kills without blood.

And the last sentence he left to Fu Shen was - "Kill me".