Golden Stage

It is said that Qiu Yebai is addicted, and the first three days are the most dangerous and hard to bear.Yan Xiaohan listened to the old doctor's alarmist words, and was already ready to go up the mountain of knives and down the pan of oil, but who would have thought that there was an "omnipotent" Marquis of Jingning by his side, those memories that should have been scary and dark were wrapped in sweetness, It seemed less painful.

It's just that when the drug addiction broke out, he would be in a daze. Although he had repeatedly warned himself not to take too much, he often found that Fu Shen had been exhausted by him after he woke up.

Two days later, Yan Xiaohan felt that the state of not being able to discern outside objects and the darkness of the sky was slowly fading away, so he proposed to go back to the Fox Immortal Temple and Xishan Village to take a look.

Fu Shen now sleeps until the sun rises every day, drinks Shiquan Dabu Tang as water, and lazily says, "What did you promise me back then? I forget it in a blink of an eye."

Yan Xiaohan pursed his lips: "Get it done and go back early, this matter can't be dragged on forever."

Fu Shen chuckled, and reached out to hook his chin: "Don't act like I bullied you, who are you going to show me pitifully?"

Yan Xiaohan grabbed his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, and said confidently, "Show whoever feels distressed."

Fu Shen: "You are used to it."

Yan Xiaohan was not in a hurry, nor did he argue, but just watched him with gentleness like water. Fu Shen was not afraid that he would argue with him, but he was afraid that he would seduce him with his beauty—especially a sick beauty with a unique flavor, who would soon be overwhelmed. Now, let go and said: "All right, all right, you can go as long as you want, it's all up to you."

At that time, the rhetoric of "who is in charge of our family" was loud and loud, but now his majesty as "the head of the family" has long been drunk with Dabu soup.

Xishan Village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it should be a peaceful and picturesque paradise. Who would have thought that there are so many dark secrets hidden in this small village with only a few hundred households.

Because the villagers here are extremely wary of outsiders, and Yan and Fu are too eye-catching, no one has the ability to disguise themselves, so they have to squat in the small woods on the mountain behind the village, observe from a distance across the river, and wait from dark to sunset. After watching farmers farming and women washing vegetables all day, they found nothing but the two turtledoves that Fu Shen beat down with stones when he was bored.

"This won't work, Lord Yan," Fu Shen said, "Even if we squat to death, we won't be able to see the result. I might as well go down and arrest someone for you to come up for trial."

Yan Xiaohan didn't answer, as if he was lost in thought.

Fu Shen extended his hand and patted him on the back: "Menggui?"

"Huh?" He seemed to be pulled out of a certain situation suddenly, his eyes narrowed from blankness to a thread, he collected himself, and said, "What did you say?"

Fu Shen didn't care about other things, he just stared at him closely, keenly noticed that something was wrong with Yan Xiaohan, and reached out to grab his wrist veins: "What's wrong?"

For some reason, Yan Xiaohan dodged away.Fu Shen got used to his cooperation, and when he seized the air, he suddenly became troubled: "What are you hiding from? Stretch out your hand and let me see."

Yan Xiaohan's hands shrunk under the sleeves of his robe were trembling uncontrollably, and there was a tendency to intensify, he restrained himself and said, "...it's okay."

"It's all right," Fu Shen said coldly, "You're shaking like a sieve, and you still open your eyes and talk nonsense?"

He silently recited "he is sick, don't be as knowledgeable as him" three times in his heart, and suppressed the fire in his heart forcibly: "it's drug addiction again."

Yan Xiaohan's face turned pale, and he didn't deny it.

Fu Shen looked around, saw the dense forest, the twilight, the whole forest was quiet and there was no human voice, only the breeze and birds chirping, he couldn't help but his old face became hot, and he sighed: "You are too good at picking places..."

Yan Xiaohan could never have imagined that someone with Fu Shen's upbringing and background would concede in this vast field. Hearing the meaning in his words, he hurriedly said, "No...don't act recklessly."

Fu Shen asked back: "Can you still persist until you return to the county seat?"

Maybe it was caused by drug addiction, or maybe it was the accumulation of guilt and self-blame during this period of time that reached the verge of being unbearable, Yan Xiaohan didn't know where he wanted to go, and backed away a little, and said sadly: "Jing Yuan, you don't have to force... ..."

That retreat hurt more than any words, Fu Shen almost made him laugh angrily, and repeated: "'Barely'?"

"Okay, you can do it," he pointed at Yan Xiaohan, "I'll treat you in different ways, so you can be me in different ways, right?"

Fu Shen irritably walked back and forth on the forest road for a while, endured it again and again, finally couldn't hold it back, and roared angrily: "Yan Menggui, I can't wait to hold you in my hands, and it hurts like a sweetheart. , co-authoring is a 'reluctant' in your heart in the end? Your conscience has been eaten by dogs?!"

He was a man who came down from the battlefield, and when he was really angry, his voice seemed to contain blood and coldness, and his aura was overwhelming, but when Yan Xiaohan scolded his head and face, he felt a morbid sense of relaxation in his heart.

"I've wronged him," he thought to himself.

He knows that Fu deeply loves him, but it's one thing to pamper and pamper him, but it's another thing for the untouchable young master to put down his body to accommodate him.Husband and wife are originally birds in the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster comes.

After Fu Shen yelled, his anger was not dissipated, but his mind calmed down.Yan Xiaohan's gaze was vague and uncertain, with sadness and joy. Fu Shen knew that he was more or less affected by the medicine, and when his mentality was depressed, disgust and disgust would grow like poisonous weeds.Fu Shen not only had to satisfy his physical desires, but also had to keep an eye on his mood changes.

The only thing he didn't understand was why Yan Xiaohan always felt that he was his burden?

He thought so, and asked this way, Yan Xiaohan seemed not expecting him to be so frank, he was taken aback for a moment and said, "I...was poisoned because I was careless, but you were exhausted. Your leg injury is not healed yet, I was supposed to stay in Beijing to recuperate, but I ran around because of me... I failed to take good care of you, and instead dragged you down over and over again."

Fu Shen continued, "According to what you say, no one owes anyone, so why should you take good care of me?"

"Master Yan, do you think I married you for your wealth, or for your position as a third-rank official?" He sneered, "In this way, I, a disabled person with no official and no right, should be you The drag, what do you think?"

Yan Xiaohan couldn't hear the word "disabled" coming out of his mouth the most, and all thoughts stopped for a while, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

Like pouring a ladle of water on a fire, Fu Shen's sneer froze on his face, and he was completely out of control.

"You..." He was a little anxious, wanting to hang Yan Xiaohan up for a gasp so that he could wake up a bit, and said patiently: "Forget it...don't talk about those useless things, let's take care of your drug addiction first. "

Yan Xiaohan was still like a dead pig who said, "Let your mouth be scratched, and I will not move."

Fu Shen suddenly said: "Menggui, do you still remember what you were doing when I found you after taking the medicine that day?"

For some reason, his tone softened all of a sudden, and he could even be called amiable.Yan Xiaohan frowned and thought for a moment, but he really couldn't remember, so he shook his head.

"I remember. When I close my eyes for the past few days, that scene is all in front of me. I'm afraid I'll never forget it." Fu Shen lowered his eyes, "At that time I was still 'Ren Miao'. A long knife pierced his own hand."

"Tell me the truth, if someone else went there that day, what would you do?"

Yan Xiaohan looked into his eyes, and the answer was almost self-evident——

Of course the knife went straight down.

Fu Shen walked up to him, raised his hand and wiped lightly on his face, as if wiping away a tear that didn't exist: "Who do you think I came all the way here for? Let me tell you this." Your mouth is going to be cocooned, Menggui, it's too late for me to like you, why do you feel that you are a drag?"

"If you have to have a reason," his tone was clearly joking, but his attitude was extremely solemn, "If you can defend yourself like a jade for me, I can let you do whatever you want, and give you whatever you want. Do you understand?"

After being hit by Autumn Night White, Yan Xiaohan always felt that a big hole was opened in his heart, leading directly to the abyss, and in the abyss lived all his delusions, obsessions and desires, as if he would never be satisfied.He could restrain himself when he was sober, but he couldn't tell whether it was the out-of-control caused by the drugs or his own ugly face when he was not sober.

But now, Fu Shen jumped down into the abyss without hesitation, and what greeted him was not the bite of a fierce beast, but a heart that still had scars but was slowly healing.

Yan Xiaohan finally realized that his perfection did not lie in the moment when he spread his wings to protect Fu Shen in his arms, but when he was about to fall, a pair of hands appeared out of thin air to support him.

He bowed slightly, hugged Fu Shen by the waist, pressed him against the nearest tree, and blocked his parched mouth.

As the breeze passed by, the leaves rustled.

When it was completely dark, two well-dressed men came out of the small woods. One of them was obviously sloppy, swaying every step, and another man who couldn't stand it lifted his waist and hugged him on the back of the horse.

The two were about to leave, when there was a commotion from Xishan Village in the distance, women's wailing pierced the night sky, lights in many houses were lit one after another, many people opened the windows, and asked at the top of their voices: "Tian Cheng's family, what happened?" What's wrong?"

Fortunately, it was getting late, and many people had closed their doors, talking only by yelling, so that the two people on the hillside could hear the general idea.Someone replied: "If Tian Cheng dies, he has to be carried to the ancestral hall and sent away tomorrow night!"

The woman cried heartbreakingly: "Uncles and aunts, he is still saved, I will take him to the city to see a doctor! Don't send him to the ancestral hall... Please..."

A man with a rough and loud voice said, "No way! Can't you go to the county seat and drag the whole village down for him alone?"

Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan looked at each other in unison.

There is indeed something strange in Xishan Village. How can a patient be afraid of dragging down the whole village when he goes to the county to seek medical treatment?

An ominous guess suddenly crossed Fu Shen's mind: "Could it be...the plague?"