Golden Stage

On the sixth day of the seventh lunar month, Yan Xiaohan traveled day and night, carrying a wind and frost all over his body, and brazenly broke into the Southwest Army's garrison.

He was brought in with a knife in the neck.Duan Guihong was in a state of desperation, when he heard that the lackey of the imperial court broke into the camp at night, he was so angry that he raged, "You still have the face!"

"Jing Yuan is with you, isn't it?" Yan Xiaohan seemed not to feel the knife on his neck, and strode towards Duan Guihong: "Where are the others?"

The guards were afraid that he would hurt Duan Guihong, so they hurriedly held their knives and shouted: "Stop!"

The sharp blade scratched the neck, and the blood snaked down, instantly dyeing the neckline red.Yan Xiaohan's eyes were red, and he took off all the sabers and daggers on his body and threw them on the ground. He was so anxious that his words were almost pleading: "If you want to kill him or cut him up, let me see him."

Duan Guihong was taken aback, thinking that Yan Xiaohan was in such a hurry, shouldn't he?Aren't the two of them at odds with each other? Could it be that the gift of marriage also gave true feelings?

He frowned and asked, "Who sent you here? The emperor?"

"Xue Sheng told the emperor that he wanted to get rid of Jing Yuan secretly. I'm not in the capital, but I came here from Jinling after receiving the news from the eyeliner in the palace."

The wind, frost and fatigue on his face could not deceive anyone, from east to west, thousands of miles away, Yan Xiaohan only took less than two days, and he did not sleep a wink all the way.If none of this can be regarded as being sincere, then he had no choice but to die on the spot for Duan Guihong to see.

"My lord, the Longevity Banquet assassination case was investigated by Feilongwei. I know that Chunyang belongs to you, and I also know that Bailusan came from the southwest. Jingyuan never concealed your friendship from me." Yan Xiao Han tried his best to be calm and authentic, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this place directly. You can't possibly harm him, because there is a nail planted by the emperor beside him."

"Is it ordered by the dog emperor?" Duan Guihong was only vaguely suspicious at first, but now that Yan Xiaohan confirmed it, his anger suddenly surged, and he rushed straight to his chest: "Okay, after I finished killing him, my son came to kill him again. Fu Shen was After destroying his grandson's family, he deserves to be tortured by them in this life?!"

His outstanding military exploits and scars all over his body are not as good as his favorite minister's few words in front of the emperor.Fu Shen fought for Da Zhou all his life, and he ended up like this in the end.

Things hurt their kind, so when you think about it, what is his 20 years?

Loyalty is to be trampled on, and deep kindness is to be betrayed.

After Duan Guihong finished roaring, his anger dissipated, and boundless coldness and misery swept over his heart immediately.He stood there in a daze for a moment, like a lion that finally realized that he was getting old, and when he spoke again, his tone was lowered: "Go back, you don't need to see him anymore, just treat him as dead."

"In the future... don't drag him down with this country anymore."

The gut-wrenching pain in Yan Xiaohan's body hadn't gone away yet, he was actually not so clear-headed, his whole energy was sustained by this pain, and he tried his best to be polite and tactful to Duan Guihong.But when he uttered the last sentence, Yan Xiaohan couldn't bear it any longer.

"Who dragged him down like this? Does the prince have no idea?"

"What right do you have to be wronged for him?" He stared at Duan Guihong coldly, and the words he said were sharper than a knife: "Why did he come to the southwest front, why did the emperor want to kill him...not all Is it because of you? Prince Xiping."

"If you hadn't insulted the emperor over and over again, how could you have come to the point of confrontation? If it wasn't for protecting you, why would Jingyuan delay the war for three months, making the emperor suspicious?!" He said With a rare stern look on his face, he asked aggressively: "My lord loves Jing Yuan so much, I never thought about it, well, why does the emperor suddenly want his life?"

Duan Guihong was thrown into a daze by his one after another question. He had only seen Yan Xiaohan from afar in the capital before. At that time, he only thought it was an embroidered pillow, but he never expected that when the aura was in full swing, he would not lose a single bit to them. Those who went up and down were swept away by the frosty eyes, and even he had the urge to back away.

Yan Xiaohan said: "You colluded with Duke Ying in private and used his hands to transport Qiu Yebai to the capital. You thought you did it seamlessly and without anyone noticing it. Now that the Dong Chuang incident has happened, Jing Yuan has been blamed for you. Back then he I would rather accept the marriage gift than rebel. Now, because of a little affair between you and Ying Guogong, half of his life's hard work has been ruined. Do you still have the face to complain for him? My lord, with all due respect, if you really want him to Live for a few years, just take care of your own hands, don't do things you shouldn't do, don't move your mind that shouldn't be moved."

Yan Xiaohan was also mad with anger, he didn't show any sympathy, the questioning in his words almost hit the face of Prince Xiping, but Duan Guihong didn't have time to care about his offense, he murmured: "...It's because I?"

"It was him who was struck by lightning for the sin you committed," Yan Xiaohan said, "My lord, I beg you, let Jing Yuan go and stop dragging him down, okay?"

The knife was so firm and ruthless that Duan Guihong was completely speechless.

"Okay, stop arguing," Du Leng, who was busy in the rescue, finally couldn't listen anymore, and said loudly, "Master Yan, come in and help!"

This time no one stopped him, Yan Xiaohan went straight in.

With just one glance, he felt that his soul had been emptied, and the pain in his heart was mixed with the fear of the rest of his life. He floated around and came to the hospital bed silently like a wandering spirit.

Fu Shen lay on his back on the bed with his eyes closed, his face was as white as paper, his lips were blue, and his half body was covered with gold needles. If it wasn't for the slight heaving of his chest, he would almost be the same as a corpse.

Du Leng was sweating profusely. He belonged to Duan Guihong and was also a military doctor in the army. After Fu Shen had an accident, he sneaked here to join the enemy. In order to snatch him back from Lord Yan, he spent a whole day and night. Close your eyes.His voice is already hoarse, so his speech is particularly short and cold: "The general struggles and I can't hold it back. Please help me."

Yan Xiaohan still didn't come back to his senses, standing in front of the bed, his fingertips to his hair were all stiff.

Du Leng clicked his tongue, pulled out the golden needle with his backhand and held it between his fingers, the cold glow flickered, and aimed at the acupuncture point on Yan Xiaohan's back.The man trembled like a convulsion, then suddenly turned his head away, and suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm in a hurry, my blood is going backwards," Du Leng said indifferently, "Don't be dazed, I want to pull out the needle, you help me hold him down, as long as I can get through the night, I'll be fine when I wake up. Sit down."

Yan Xiaohan coughed twice. Thanks to Du Leng's injection, he woke up from the chaotic state of mind, silently washed away the blood on his palm, sat on the edge of the bed, and stretched out his hand to press Fu Shen's shoulder.

His body was also as cold as a dead person's. The temperature made Yan Xiaohan's heart tremble violently, and suddenly a little ominous thought arose, and he thought in vain, what should he do if Fu Shen really died?

As Du Leng took the needle, Fu Shen's body gradually warmed up, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly.When there were only a few needles buried in the big hole between the chest and abdomen, he frowned in a coma, raised his right hand slightly, and grabbed it in midair.

Yan Xiaohan hurriedly stretched out his hand, but Fu Shen grabbed his wrist.

"Be careful," Du Leng glanced at him and warned, "Hold it down."

The next moment, his hands were so quick that an afterimage almost appeared, and he quickly pulled out the few remaining golden needles. Fu Shen's body convulsed violently, and then struggled like crazy. Yan Xiaohan was almost kicked off by his elbow. bed, right wrist burst into sharp pain: "Jing Yuan!"

"Don't let go!"

In desperation, Yan Xiaohan rushed over and hugged the struggling man, even though the thin and hard bones and joints collided in his arms, there were repeated muffled noises, but he never made a sound from the beginning to the end.

He won't let go, even if he dies.

The two remained in a stalemate for an unknown amount of time, Fu Shen's struggle gradually weakened, Yan Xiaohan was a little flustered, and just about to ask Du Leng what was going on, when he heard a faint sound from the throat of the person in his arms, followed by a mouthful of blood spurting out .

Yan Xiaohan's heart turned cold in an instant.

Du Leng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done. Just spit out the blood."

Yan Xiaohan didn't speak, and he didn't dare to relax. He would never forget the scene tonight. Fu Shen vomited blood in his arms. He watched helplessly as the blood gradually changed from purple black to bright red, and finally filled the room. They all smell strongly of blood.The skirts of the two were covered in blood, as if they were sitting in a pool of blood.

At that time, he suddenly didn't feel the pain and anxiety. Instead, he was unusually calm. Holding the dying man, he had only one thought in his mind: If Fu Shen died, he would go to Beijing to pick off the emperor's dog's head, and then stab himself backhanded. , go down to accompany him.Let's all turn into ashes together, and no one will pass by.

Duan Guihong entered the inner room at some point. Fu Shen had stopped vomiting blood and fell into a coma. He stood not far away and waited for a while. Seeing that Yan Xiaohan still didn't respond, he coughed in embarrassment: "That...cough , why don't you go change your clothes first, wrap up the wound, and then guard him?"

Yan Xiaohan tilted his head slightly, obviously listening. He supported Fu Shen's head, carefully and gently placed him back on the pillow, then stood up, with his back straight, and looked indifferently but politely towards Duan Guihong. Nodding his head: "Please ask your lord to send a basin of hot water. I'll wash his body before going to take a bath."

"Ah," Duan Guihong didn't expect him to be so polite, and was stunned for a moment: "Okay."

The man who spoke like a knife and was aggressive but red-eyed just now seemed to have changed his soul at this moment. The cold air of repulsiveness lingered all over his body, and he became indifferent, reserved and polite.

If Fu Shen was awake, he might be able to recognize him. This is the appearance he is most familiar with, the Flying Dragon Guard.

Power is in the hands of the government and the public, rampant, and a ruthless traitor who will harm the country.

Yan Xiaohan scrubbed Fu Shen, changed into clean clothes, and went outside to wash off the dust. When he came back, he sat beside Fu Shen's bed for a whole night with a small lamp that was not too bright.

In the long and silent autumn night, he held Fu Shen's hands that couldn't be warmed up, and kissed his chapped lips like a superficial kiss.

The flames in his heart were raging, and the hatred was soaring, but the kiss was gentle and restrained, like a dream that couldn't bear to be broken.

Yan Xiaohan murmured in his ear: "I'm going to kill him."