Golden Stage

Fu Shen didn't wait for anyone, and just walked away.Yan Xiaohan wanted to chase after him, but Taoist Master Chunyang was dead, how would the case be concluded, how would the confession be compiled, how the cause and effect would be resolved...he had to stay and finish.

Fortunately, the room was cleared early during the interrogation, only Fu Shen and him heard Taoist Master Chunyang's last words, but even so, Yan Xiaohan was still worried, and strictly ordered his subordinates to keep their mouths shut and not to reveal anything about today's events.

Although Feilongwei is the eyes and ears of the emperor, but now, the emperor can no longer choose to listen or not to see.

If Fu Tingxin died in battle because of Yang Xu's deliberate delay and delay in rescue, this shocking case would completely change the positions of Fu Shen and the Beiyan Army, and even affect the court structure.Yang Xu is the elder brother of Empress Yang and a great helper of the prince. Now, due to the assassination case of the Wanshou Banquet, the empress is dead, and the other two have been knocked out of the sky. As long as there is another mistake, the emperor will abolish the prince without hesitation. .

Regardless of whether Emperor Yuantai knew the inside story or not, Fu Shen would definitely not want to see him sitting on the dragon chair again.

The battle for the heir apparent is imperative.And Fu Shen holds the military power in Beiyan, and whoever he wants to support will succeed, and that person's succession to the throne is almost a sure thing.

From a common sense point of view, he would probably choose the King of Qi, but Yan Xiaohan always felt that Fu Shen didn't seem to be warm with the King of Qi, on the contrary, he seemed to avoid suspicion from time to time, and didn't want to get the notoriety of "the prince befriends the important officials".

He ordered the body of Taoist Chunyang to be collected, and Yi Siming's confession was sealed into the file, which was sorted out together with Yang Hexuan's file, and he wrote a closing memorial.

Taoist Chunyang, whose name and life experience are unknown, Yuantai entered Beijing in 22 years and lived in Qingxu Temple in Beijing.For several years, the poison "Bailusan" was secretly manufactured, and the secret dealers and the surrounding merchants and people deceived Yang Hexuan, the Zhonglang of the Jinwu Guard, by falsely claiming that the medicine has the effect of refreshing the mind and increasing energy.Yang Hexuan mistakenly believed it to be true, and was deeply involved in it. He even dedicated "Bailusan" to the Shangguan, which unfortunately caused Yi Siming, the former general of the Jinwu Guard, to suffer and become addicted to the drug.

Coincidentally, Emperor Yuantai's dragon body was ill. After being introduced by Yang Hexuan, Tangzhou Jiedu envoy Yang Xu recommended Chunyang Taoist to enter the palace.After the Kunning Palace incident happened, Yang Xu, in order to protect the empress's mother and son, did not hesitate to take risks and conspired with Taoist Chunyang to assassinate the emperor when he offered the golden pill at the Wanshou Banquet.Fortunately, Marquis Fu Shen of Jingning was vigilant and stopped him in time, so that the vicious plot of the rebellious officials and thieves failed.

After the incident, Taoist Chunyang committed suicide in fear of crime in the prison of the Punishment Department. Yi Siming confessed to "Bailusan" and died of drug addiction, insanity, and biting his tongue.

Only Yang Xu confessed, the crime of treason is heinous, and he should be executed according to the law.

After the case files and memorials were sent up, Emperor Yuantai braced himself for his illness, and on the sentence of conviction submitted by the Ministry of Punishment, he severely criticized "cutting the waist and abandoning the market" with a red pen.

So far, the Jinwuwei case and the Wanshou Banquet case that shocked the capital have finally been settled.

And the truth about the attack on the Eastern Tartar Mission, which had long been forgotten, was quietly revealed, and with the death of Taoist Chunyang, it was quietly covered up by those who cared.

No further words.That day Yan Xiaohan finished writing the notebook, threw away the pen, and hurried home. The first thing he said when he entered the door was: "Where's Lord Hou?"

The maid said: "In the bedroom, I haven't left the house since I came back in the afternoon."

Yan Xiaohan "flickered" in his heart, and asked, "Is there something...wrong with him?"

The maid shook her head strangely: "It's nothing unusual, I just told people not to disturb you. Master Hou seems to be in a bad mood? But it doesn't seem to be as bad as last time."

Yan Xiaohan became even more worried.

It is common for ordinary people to suffer such a big stimulus suddenly, to break down, vent and even cry.Even if Fu Shen is strong, it is impossible to hide all emotions in his heart and digest them slowly.The calmer he was, the worse it would be. Yan Xiaohan would rather have him hang himself if he cried, made trouble, and hanged himself, rather than Fu Shen who would just get into a dead end without saying a word, hurting himself and hurting himself.

He stood still in front of the bedroom door, ready to forcefully break the door if rejected, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Jingyuan?"

Fu Shen quickly agreed: "Come in."

Yan Xiaohan froze for a moment, pushed the door open and went in.There was no light in the room, and the twilight was dim. Fu Shen was sitting by the window watching the sunset in a daze.

When he approached, Fu Shen turned his head and asked, "You usually don't knock on the door when you enter the house, why are you behaved today?"

"Huh?" Yan Xiaohan hesitated, "You..."

Fu Shen smiled: "Being so cautious, is it because you are worried that I will be unhappy, or because you are afraid that I will not think about it?"

Yan Xiaohan imagined countless lifeless scenes, but none of them happened. Fu Shen was indeed thinking about what happened today, but he was really calm, not forced to smile, nor was he pretending to be relaxed.

"Sit." Fu Shen casually pointed to the round stool next to him, and when Yan Xiaohan sat down opposite him, he said, "Don't worry about me. Today in prison, although the 'truth' that Chunyang said is shocking, it is true after all. One-sided statements are not very credible and need to be further verified in the future.”

Yan Xiaohan never expected him to be so calm, he couldn't believe his ears, and suspected that this was also one of the manifestations of his insanity: "Jing Yuan..."

"Don't look at me like that," Fu Shen said helplessly, "I'm not insane. Brother Yan, you have interrogated hundreds of prisoners in Feilongwei, do you still believe that 'a man's words are good even when he's dying'? ?”

"Anyway, I don't believe it anymore," he laughed self-deprecatingly, "It doesn't matter if you say I'm cold-blooded. In the years I've been in Yanzhou, I've interrogated the Eastern Tatars and Zhe people, as well as the Han people. Some people are greedy for life and afraid of death. When he was scared, he did everything, but most of them continued to make up things until he died, trying to use his body as a bait to drag more people to be buried with him."

Yan Xiaohan suddenly realized that Fu Shen's experience was completely different from ordinary people's. He had been pushed into extreme situations without preparation time and time again, honing himself in the ever-changing battlefield for many years. The storm is raging, the tougher and calmer this kind of person is beyond imagination.

Unexpectedly, he thought of a figure in the torrential rain. Even he himself was on the verge of losing control that day, but Fu Shen could still calmly say, "A gentleman builds the world, he does what he wants and what he doesn't do."

Xuantie heart, ice and snow liver and gallbladder.

Fu Shen continued to calmly analyze: "In the battle of Gushan Pass, it may be true that Yang Xu deliberately delayed the reinforcements, but he was not the main reason for affecting the battle situation. I don't know if Taoist Chunyang didn't realize it, or Deliberately ambiguous the primary and secondary. After my uncle died in battle, the person I couldn’t let go of the most was not me, but His Royal Highness King Su. Both of us had deduced the battle of Gushan Pass. Even if Yang Xu’s Tangzhou army arrived in time, they couldn’t save him. My uncle, I can only catch up with the end. And although Yang Xu procrastinated, he still controlled it within the scope of not arousing suspicion—at least I and His Royal Highness King Su didn't see anything unusual. If he is too blatant, Su His Royal Highness has killed him long ago, and will not let him live until now."

"Also, he mentioned 'us' inadvertently. Qingsha Pass, Mu Boxiu, Bailusan, and Longevity Banquet, none of these four things can be accomplished by him alone. I always feel that the capital There is a big net here, Taoist Master Chunyang is just a pawn, and the key is the people behind it."

"As for the last reason...it's just my guess. Just listen to it, it may not be accurate," Fu Shen said, "Bailusan is too evil. Once it spreads, there will be endless troubles. In order to cover up the tracks, Taoist Master Chunyang, He once exterminated the family of three children who delivered letters for him, as well as those innocent people who died in Bai Lusan. If he was really from the Northern Yan Army and he was my uncle's subordinate, this method would be a bit too cruel."

"I have a feeling that not only Taoist Master Chunyang, but also the people behind him, this behavior is more like my father's old department."

Yan Xiaohan: "...Are you not showing enough respect to Lord Taishan when you say that?"

Fu Shen sneered: "When my late father was alive, he often said that my second uncle and I were the benevolence of a woman carved out of the same mold. Where do you think his kindness can go?"

Yan Xiaohan fell silent.

After a while, he said: "Since you don't believe in Taoist Chunyang, why did you kill him yourself?"

This question made Fu Shen slightly startled, and then he didn't care too much and said: "He is from the Northern Yan Army, if you don't strangle him, why don't you wait to be dragged into the water by him?"

Yan Xiaohan suddenly got up and approached him, reached out and pinched his forearm, the pain exploded, Fu Shen's muscles tensed up instantly, but for some reason he didn't dodge.

Yan Xiaohan: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Shen was puzzled: "Nonsense, why don't I try to pinch you?"

"It's okay if it hurts," Yan Xiaohan stood in front of him, slightly opening his arms, in a gesture of complete acceptance and tolerance.His eyes kept looking into Fu Shen's eyes: "Remember, you are a living person, not made of iron and stone."

Taoist Master Chunyang is unscrupulous and deliberate, but everything he does is for Fu Shen, and the loyal family behind him, thousands of heroes.

Some still remember the lost souls.

There are still people running for him, shedding the last drop of blood for him.

The Northern Yan army came from the same source, even though they had never met each other, Fu Shen still knew that they were his comrades, so he fulfilled Taoist Priest Chunyang.

All calm analysis is based on emotions. Fu Shen can only force himself to forget the flash of tears in the eyes of Taoist Chunyang only by putting aside his identity and using all his reason to find doubts.

But he was not made of iron and stone.

Fu Shen was stunned for a moment, his straight shoulders finally collapsed, then without saying a word, he leaned forward slightly, and buried his face in Yan Xiaohan's arms.

Those hands fell gently on his back.

"Northern Yan Army guarded the border for nearly 20 years, and how many people buried their bones in Northern Xinjiang, in exchange for groundless suspicion," he murmured, "My uncle died in the battle until the last moment, and villains like Yang Xu are still alive today. Rampant in the court, even revenge, I have to pay for the lives of my Beiyan army..."

"Don't be too sad." Yan Xiaohan hugged him tightly, and said in a low voice, "Look, no matter what happens, there are always thousands of Northern Yan soldiers standing behind you."

"--And I."