Golden Stage

Yan Xiaohan stood quietly hugging him for a while, wanting to give him support, but also afraid that he would be too sad, so he patted Fu Shen on the shoulder and deliberately teased, "Master, are you crying? Don't want me to coax you?"

Of course it is impossible for Fu Shen to indulge himself in depression for too long, but when he seldom gets hung up on others, he will be a little reluctant to get up for a while and say in a dull voice, "Go aside. Is there any wine at home?" ? Drink two cups with me."

His tone was not like a husband and wife inviting a drink, but rather like an old man calling his son to relieve his boredom.Yan Xiaohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and was about to blurt out "You can't drink", when he suddenly thought, if he could use alcohol to relieve his worries and give him a chance to vent, it would be better than keeping everything in his heart like he is now.

"Yes." He said flatly, "Wait a minute, I'll send someone to get it."

Fu Shen raised his head in astonishment: "Did you take the wrong medicine? You're so easy to talk to!"

Yan Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, leaned closer and asked forcefully: "Could it be that I was not good at talking before? Feel your conscience and say, which time did you ask me and I didn't agree to you?"

His tall figure gradually approached, but unexpectedly there was no sense of oppression.Fu Shen stretched out a finger, pressed it against his slowly pressing chest, and said with a smile, "I thought I had to give some favors to get a sip of wine. Since you are so sensible and considerate, it would be great."

Yan Xiaohan asked persistently, "What's the benefit?"

Fu Shen just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Xiaohan said: "Good intentions are not rewarded, Lord Hou, this does not seem like the actions of a gentleman."

Fu Shen asked back, "Then what do you want?"

"I'm so 'sensible' and still so active." He pointedly pushed Fu Shen's leg with his knee, "Shouldn't you give me a bigger favor?"

Fu Shen glanced at him three times, and said with a wicked smile, "Yo, spring is here."

Yan Xiaohan was not ashamed, but proud of it. He pushed forward even more, and whispered something in his ear, which caused Fu Shen to sneer: "Come here. Just to see if your third leg is in line with yours. It’s as hard as a bone—let’s say yes first, don’t cry when it’s broken.”

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

"Tsk, you have a wicked heart, but you still have to worry about it." Fu Shen stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, kissed him on the lips, and said lazily, "It's better to lie down obediently, and the uncle will protect your desire for immortality." 'Death, eat the marrow to know the taste, how about it?"

"Grandfather."

The male voice is deep and low, not as charming as the female voice, but when it comes out of his mouth, it does not have a soul-stirring taste.Yan Xiaohan's eyes were deep, and he maintained the posture of being molested, and said softly: "I have three legs, you only have the third leg left..."

The charming atmosphere disappeared in an instant, Fu Shen couldn't hold back, and almost slapped him, but Yan Xiaohan took advantage of his unpreparedness, turned against the guest, pressed him on the back of the chair, and kissed him firmly.

It wasn't until the end of the long kiss that Fu Shen lowered his head and gasped for breath, that he said in a very soft voice, "Not now, but I want you."

It seemed that a corner of his gentle and restrained mask had finally cracked open, revealing the possessive desire inside. That desire wasn't pretty, but it was his truest appearance.

Fu Shen's chest kept rising and falling, and his legs felt weak even when he was sitting. He said what he wanted, but he never died. Sooner or later, you will cry and say "no".

But he said: "All right, all right, I'll give it to you... Good brother, get up quickly, you're crushing me to death."

Yan Xiaohan found that every time Fu Shen felt embarrassed, he would find various excuses to drive him away.This little discovery inexplicably pleased him, so he let go of Fu Shen contentedly, and went out to ask for wine for him.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps going away briskly, Fu Shen raised his hand to touch his sore and hot lips, and smiled subconsciously.

He himself is a very reliable person, and he has never only been able to comfort others.For the first time, I became the one who gained a sense of security, and found that there was someone I could rely on, which felt amazing and indescribable.

Not to mention that he is now pretending to be lame, even if Fu Shen's leg injury is actually healed, he still can't bear too much burden in a short period of time... But two full-blooded men are tired of being together all day long, and they will inevitably get up In response, is it necessary to endure such "respect as a guest" for another two or three years?

Thinking about it this way, it seems that it is not impossible for him to...

When Yan Xiaohan brought wine to Fu Shen, he always felt that the way he looked at him had some meaning, as if he picked up some money while walking, and it was Fu Shen who lost the money.

The wine was mellow but not strong, with a pleasant fragrance. Fu Shen drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, praised "good wine", and teased: "This wine is very rare, Mr. Yan, who is an official... usually does not take less The filial piety of the people below, right?"

In the officialdom, it is common to dredge up relationships and manage people from top to bottom, let alone Fei Longwei and other high-ranking yamen.Yan Xiaohan neither evaded nor admitted it, he just said: "To honor the Marquis, how dare you use ordinary drinks, of course you have to pick the best."

Fu Shen threw a pine nut into his mouth, and suddenly said, "Although the wine is good, it's not the best."

Yan Xiaohan wasn't as arrogant as he was, he just drank slowly and said, "I would like to hear more about it."

Fu Shen glanced at him with a half-smile: "The best wine I've ever had is in a small town on the border of Beiyan. The wine is strong enough, and the proprietress is very nice."

As expected, Yan Xiaohan's tail was stepped on, and he said sourly: "Is it the wine or the boss's wife?"

That posture seemed to say, "Do you dare to try to come out of the wall in front of me".

Fu Shen: "Old people with old wine, the past is brought up again, everyone is drunk if the wine is not drunk."

Yan Xiaohan suddenly thought about it: "Do you still have a past with her?"

He really didn't expect the possibility that Fu Shen would meet Caiyue.In the vast sea of ​​people, how can it be so easy for two people with different paths to meet again?Yan Xiaohan has never been wronged by this matter. In his heart, even if Caiyue was let go in the end, the mistake has already been made, and Fu Shen has broken with him. No matter how he can remedy it, he can't pretend that the knife in the back never existed. Pass.

Seeing that Yan Xiaohan hadn't comprehended yet, Fu Shen no longer pointed it out.He was a bit languid in this matter, as if he had caught Yan Xiaohan's little pigtail who had a crush on him, and he couldn't help but secretly probe, not only looking forward to his expression after the matter was revealed, but also wanting him to admit it to himself .

"I'm kidding. I have so many past events, which one is missing you?" Fu Shen squeezed his cheek like a disciple, "I'm not as good as you. You are the best."

Yan Xiaohan knew that sweet words were unreliable, so he couldn't help but soft-spoken, and was coaxed into docile obedience.

The two wine cups collided with a crisp sound, Fu Shen drank it all in one gulp, and Yan Xiaohan picked up some food for him: "Take it easy, no matter how good the wine is, it's not the way to drink it."

Fu Shen lazily said: "Don't worry. The Marquis is a good drinker. If you're afraid that I'll make trouble for you if I drink too much, I'll sleep in the guest room at night."

"Don't you feel guilty for saying this, Lord Hou?" Yan Xiaohan said indifferently, "Since the first day you came, since when did you get in the guest room?"

Fu Shen said embarrassingly: "...you are too self-conscious."

Yan Xiaohan: "Hmph."

"It's true that the older the child, the harder it is to manage," Fu Shen sighed pretendingly, "I used to say 'I like me the most', but now I know 'huh'."

Yan Xiaohan broke his power in an instant.

The two of you were childish enough to talk to each other, and finally, when the alcohol was not strong enough, slightly drunk but very sober, they talked about Taoist Chunyang.

"I still need to investigate further. I don't feel relieved if the person behind him is not found." Fu Shen said, "Not only because of my second uncle, but also because he is afraid that he will fail to assassinate once, and wants to do it again. There is also 'Bai Lu San' , if it is not controlled, sooner or later it will lead to a catastrophe."

Yan Xiaohan: "If that person wasn't there, you wouldn't be trapped in the capital."

"Anyone in that position will be afraid of me," Fu Shen said, "It's the same for you. This is not the point, the point is that the princes are hard to take on the big responsibility. Don't forget that the old neighbors are still watching us. His attitude towards this matter has always been tough, and now he is the only one who can restrain the neighboring countries in all directions."

"Not counting as the crown prince, Jin Wang and Qi Wang are all close to civil servants. Think about it, the generals from all directions, the five major capital camps, and your imperial army, which one is not firmly held by the emperor?"

"Once the throne changes, no matter who is in charge, it is impossible to win the support of most of the courtiers in a short period of time. It is hard to guarantee that foreigners will not take advantage of it. When the time comes, Beiyan's iron cavalry will bear the brunt. Who should I ask for reason?"

Yan Xiaohan thought about it too: "Now that Chunyang is dead, which direction are you going to investigate?"

"Southwest." Fu Shen took a sip of wine, "I said before that Chunyang's behavior is like that of my late father's old army. The only general who is still alive today is the king of Xiping County. .”

Yan Xiaohan: "Duan Guihong, Prince of Xiping County?"

"Well," Fu Shen said, "the only one in this dynasty who has a different surname. I have a deep friendship with my uncle, and I may still have an impression of what happened back then."

Yan Xiaohan said: "You said earlier that Taoist Chunyang is just a pawn in the game. The king of Xiping County is far in the southwest, so it is logically difficult to manage a large-scale force in the capital. This matter should have nothing to do with him. "

Fu Shen sighed: "If I knew who I had something to do with, would I still need to drink away my worries here? Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else who would care so much about Beiyan's iron cavalry. You should also reflect on it, The source of Bai Lusan can't be found out, what do you Feilongwei do for food?"

Yan Xiaohan sensed that he was a little drunk—because he was being unreasonable at the beginning, so he put down his glass and took the flagon, intending to call it a day and let Fu Shen go to wash and sleep.

Unexpectedly, when I reached out and touched it, the pot was empty!

While talking, Yan Xiaohan didn't pay attention to how often he toasted, and Fu Shen actually drank most of the pot of wine without saying a word.

Yan Xiaohan's scalp went numb, and he secretly prayed that Fu Shen's wine tasted better, and that he would never go crazy while drunk.It wasn't that he was cowardly, but that Fu Shen really couldn't beat him with his hands.

Alcohol was on the rise, his head was dazed, Fu Shen's eyes were half closed, and he quietly let Yan Xiaohan change his clothes and take a bath for him. He behaved very obediently and docilely all the way to the bed.

Yan Xiaohan's heart gradually relaxed, while he heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt that there was no part of "drinking disorderly sex", which was not exciting enough.

Before he could finish his thoughts, the drunk suddenly called him in a low voice, but Yan Xiaohan couldn't hear him clearly, so he leaned over and asked, "Why—"

With a bang, the world spun.

When he came back to his senses, Fu Shen had already pressed him on the inside of the bed.The person on his body put his hands on both sides of his head and looked down at him: "Hold him in your arms, huh?"

Yan Xiaohan quickly reached out and hugged his waist: "Be careful of your legs! Don't kneel, get down!"

Fu Shen was strangled by his arms, changed from a kneeling position to a prone position, and fell into his neck, but still refused to give up, insisting on getting up and looking at his face.

Yan Xiaohan said helplessly: "Jing Yuan, don't make trouble..."

"Ahan."

He froze for a moment, thinking he had heard wrong, and asked in disbelief, "What did you call me?"

"Ahan," Fu Shen gently kissed the tip of his nose, then moved to the corner of his lips, "Ahan..."

These two words were more effective than spirits, Yan Xiaohan felt like his whole body was going to burn.

Unexpectedly, Fu Shen had another sentence to say, although it was vague and hoarse, but his voice was full of love and affection: "...don't move, be good, brother loves you."