Golden Stage

The high fever burned from the evening until the middle of the night, until the end of the hour, Fu Shenfang fully awakened.

It was quiet at night, and everything was silent. The room was dim, and the curtains were not the same as his familiar arrangements. There was only one lamp left on the table, and it was veiled lightly around the square. He caught a slight breath, turned his head and saw that there was a low couch outside the bed, Yan Xiaohan turned his back on him, and slept with clothes.

Yesterday's events flowed into my head, but I couldn't lift the huge waves anymore. Undercurrents surged under the water and kept sinking into the ocean floor.

Human hearts are as clear as mirrors, but they turn shallow water into deep ponds.

Fu Shen was lying uncomfortable and wanted to roll over and loosen his stiff and aching back. I did not expect to wake up as soon as Yan Xiaohan moved. He turned up, sat up, and reached out to help him, because before he was fully awake, he unexpectedly murmured softly: "What's wrong? Water or relief?"

He held Fu Shen with both hands, so he naturally leaned against his forehead and tried the temperature: "It seems to have a fever."

Fu Shen didn't expect that he had such good treatment. At first, he almost didn't respond. When he realized that something was wrong, he immediately hid back: "It's all right ... nothing, you ... help me sit up for a while."

The drowsiness gradually faded, Yan Xiaohan's eyes finally cleared up, and the atmosphere was suddenly awkward. He asked Fu Shen to sit leaning against the bedside, and then took three steps back, sitting back on the low couch, drawing a distance of ceremonial and unfamiliar.

The two seemed to be awake from the madness at the same time, and inadvertently remembered the absurd marriage between them.

No matter how strong its political implication is, whether it is a downright conspiracy or not, and even if the point becomes a "embracing each other", its essence remains unchanged, it is still a marriage.

Jing Ninghou, who was still numb and stagnant just now, has a tendency to have headaches. He is actually a man who can handle things, but now he just wants to lose his memory, just want to come back, pretending nothing happened.

"Keep on sleeping, don't worry about me."

Yan Xiaohan tugged at her hair, picked up a robe beside the bed and threw it to him: "It's cold at night, put it on. I'll let someone bring the porridge."

A man like Fu Shen, from a family background, became famous in his youth, grew up from the heap of praise and worship, and saw too much, it is easy to be extremely slow to "others treat him well". However, maybe it was the wedding gift that was killed that day, or maybe the person was particularly sensitive in the severe illness. In this series of actions, the first thing he felt was Yan Xiaohan's uncomplicated thoughtfulness, and he said secretly: "Also ... It's very good. "

Once you want to be crooked, all the thoughts can't be crooked.

Looking at his face alone, Yan Xiaohan was three points better than him. He replaced Feilongwei's black robe and wore light-colored wide-sleeved home-made clothes. When he stood up and lit the lamp, his black hair was flowing. The floor slipped from the shoulder to the chest, eyes drowsing tiredly, as if drowsiness had not disappeared, and the corners of lips were slightly tilted when not smiling. The outline of the lamp light was gentle and soft, which could make people temporarily forget his identity. , Completely indulged in the faint light and shadow.

Fu Shen squinted his eyes, unaware that he was so much a bad guy.

When Yan Xiaohan turned around and went out, he closed the door and laughed while walking under the corridor. Fu Shen may be so confused that he didn't converge when staring at people. He probably didn't realize how strong the aggression was in his eyes. Yan Xiaohan felt that his clothes were going to be stared at by him. In the end, he couldn't help it. Had to flee.

The watchman saw him come out of the room with a smile on his face, and thought that Fu Shen was whimpering, otherwise how could his master be as happy as he lost his mind.

When the hot porridge is delivered, the two enchanted talents return to normal. Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan sat opposite each other holding the bowl, the heat scalded the pale lips and cheeks a little blood, and forcibly straightened his spine. At last they could calmly examine the bumpy road of thorns all over the land, and figure out where to go from here.

Yan Xiaohan spit out the gargle tea, put the tea bowl back on the table, and said, "Houye."

Fu Shen is still drinking porridge slowly: "Huh?"

Yan Xiaohan: "I have a few questions, and I hope Hou Ye will solve my confusion."

"I said, Lord Yan," Fu Shen put down his spoon, and casually tickled his lips. "We are now a grasshopper on the line, so don't call‘ Hou Ye Hou Ye ’. It ’s more common.”

Implied ridicule, Yan Xiaohan had to admit that, although Fu Shen was relatively dead-headed in some aspects, but most of the time, he was quite frank and thorough. Dealing with such smart people does not require too many twists and turns. Around.

"Now that you say so, okay," Yan Xiaohan compromised. "Jing Yuan, yesterday I heard what the emperor meant, and it seemed to be very dissatisfied with you. Did you do something that annoyed the emperor?"

"Cough, cough ... don't shout so close." Fu Shen took a sip, but said helplessly, "Can't you just call me by name?"

Yan Xiaohan smiled: "It's all people who want to get married, so they should adapt in advance."

Fu Shen numbed his appetite, set aside the porridge bowl, and sighed: "The child has no mother, it is a long story, were you born when the emperor ascended the throne?"

Yan Xiaohan's pupils shrunk slightly: "New born, what?"

"The origin of this incident is still before this," Fu Shen said, "the emperor had nine sons under his knees. His emperor was the most beloved and most likely to take the throne is His Royal Highness the Five Kings. The British King and the three princes are now Prince Su is his brother-in-law. "

"You may not know that my second uncle was a companion to His Highness Su, and the two of them ... well, the relationship is very iron, so they are very close to the King of England. To say nothing, really treat him like a brother. . "

Yan Xiaohan thought the hesitation among him was a little strange, but didn't question it. Fu Shen continued: "The emperor suddenly suffered a sudden illness while in the palace. At that time, only the emperor and his majesty were driving. The emperor's widow was read by Tai Fu Yang Gong. To his surprise, the widow passed the throne to his majesty."

"At the beginning of the emperor's practice, many people questioned the authenticity of the widow, because Yang Gong is the same ancestor as the current queen. Some people contacted the King Su and the British in private in order to seek rebellion. His Majesty seemed to be aware of it, so he ascended the throne. The King was sent to the fiefdom the following year. "

"In the second year of Yuantai, the Albanian invasion of the Eastern Minority Region invaded the Great Zhou. The king's fiefdom was Ningzhou. The frontier was weak and the barbarians drove straight in. The king led his relatives to fight against the Eastern Cavalry, and he disappeared for several days. Su Wang and my second uncle sent people to look for it, and found nothing. In that case, the possibility of his survival is very small. Over time, this matter was slowly forgotten, and no one has mentioned it now. "

"But my uncle has never given up looking for the King of England. After he died, this incident fell on me." Fu Shen smiled. "Who can think of the infinite road to heaven, the descendant of the King, I was actually found. "

Yan Xiaohan was shocked.

"At the time of the King ’s death, a servant **** the house was pregnant, and she was taken away by the Dongbei people. Because of her beautiful appearance, she even saved her life, and later she became the favor of the Dongbei tribe. In the last blood of the King, he wanted to take the children to flee to Da Zhou. Unfortunately, he was snatched by herdsmen from the Wuzhu tribe halfway. He had to remain anonymous and lied that he was a slightly bought Han woman and committed himself to Hatu, the leader of the Wuzhu tribe.

"Fortunately, she didn't kill the Alammu shortly after she fled, and no one has ever known her identity ever since. This strange woman killed the former leader of Wuzhu, and now she is one of the best Big noble, I say so, you should already know who she is. "

"The wife of Dong Qian's former leader Cha Gan and the current leader Erqi ..." Yan Xiaohan murmured, "... Hashi Ketun, was she?"

Fu Shendao: "The King of the Kingdom taboo '珲', 'Hashi poetry' means 'jade' in Eastern Tatar."

Yan Xiaohan: "What about the descendants of the King?"

Fu Shen: "I didn't want to intervene in the battle of Xiqiuguan. Hashi Ketun first sent a letter to Beiyan to ask me, and asked me to bring the blood of the British King back to Da Zhou. I will send a message to King Su, In the month of the month, he went to Beiyan in person and met with the envoy to make sure that Hashkerton was indeed from the British Royal Mansion. "

Yan Xiaohan: "So you promised?"

As if the most critical link was buckled, the antecedents and consequences were automatically connected to form a line. In the past, all of them suddenly had a clear context.

"You promised Ketun, and she paid you ... Wuzhu begged. In order to stay in Dazhou justifiably, she stuffed the Queen into the Dongying mission that accompanied the little prince into Beijing. Yan Xiaohan stared at Fu Shen's legs. "But the Dongyu mission met with ambush in Qingshayu. No one survived ..."

Fu Shen whispered softly: "Do you guess this, does the emperor know?"

Feilongwei is the emperor's eyes and ears, the emperor eagle dog, Yan Xiaohan did not know, how could the emperor know?

But if the emperor didn't know, why would he wait for Fu Shen to be removed quickly?

"The emperor may trust you," Fu Shen flashed in sarcasm, "but maybe he didn't give you all the trust, Master Yan."

This is the true purpose of his storytelling tonight.

Yan Xiaohan originally wanted to explore the bottom of Fu Shen, but did not expect that Fu Shen's backhand was a provocation.

None of them knew the true purpose of each other. Yan Xiaohan suspected that Fu Shen had another move, and Fu Shen warned that Yan Xiaohan was standing by the emperor. They talked frankly, but secretly tried again and again. No one dares to entrust trust altogether, even if already standing on the same precarious ship.

Yan Xiaohan did not sincerely compliment casually: "Houye is so strategic."

"It's less thoughtful than Lord Yan," Fu Shen said. He said lightly: "I can tell you one more thing."

"I left Yanzhou to return to Beijing, not entirely because of a leg injury, but also because the mission of the mission was rescheduled by my people, and there was a slight discrepancy with what Dongzhi people knew. One of the 'outs' was Qingshayu. There is indeed a 22-year-old envoy of Han origin in the mission. "

Yan Xiaohan: "Hou Ye is hinting that there is an emperor's eyeliner in the Northern Yan Army?"

Fu Shen: "The people of Dongbei did not know that we changed the route, and the Bei Yanjun who arranged the trip did not know that Dongbeo got a different route. This two-sided plan was finalized privately by King Su and me for insurance To put it bluntly, only the two of us know that the Dongmen and the North Yanjun are holding two different routes. "

The original purpose of this series of arrangements was to prevent the East people from making secret calculations, but it was not expected that they would follow the path known only by their own people.

An arrow from Qingsha Yan shot through the whitewashed Taiping and penetrated the truth hidden behind her.

Fu Shen smiled: "Do you know who in the North Yan Army can take part in the British King?"

Qualified, have status, have the right to speak, at least the general level and above.

"The emperor gave me a marriage. I remember nothing more than Bei Yan's military power, and then the general was pulled out of the sister-in-law and picked you, right?" Fu Shen exclaimed, "Master Yan, although I have been tired of this broken position, But I still have to advise you, don't look at the emperor trusting you now, it may not be necessary when you sit in this position. "

"Most of the North Yanjun are my dear ones, and a small part is the emperor's eyeliner. This eyeliner is not with you. If all my delinquents have trusted you, you are the next Fu Shen. If my delinquents are not If you trust in you, you will be completely overhead. And the emperor will never let you and that eyeliner be partners-- "

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