Golden Stage

Fu Shen woke up the next day, Yan Xiaohan had already left the house. The two broke up last night, and some people noticed it. Today is very quiet, for fear of accidentally touching his mold.

Fu Shen revisited his old dreams, remembering many things in the past, but did not think that the dispute last night was a big deal. Everyone has his own will, and he cannot ask everyone to take the "right way" like him. Moreover, Yan Xiaohan is well-known to others. He cannot be kind and loyal, but he is never as ruthless as he said.

On this day, the visitors of Jingning Houfu are endless. Following Fu Shengong's long kneeling, six royal co-stars on the concert and Ying Guo announcing that he was closed, countless people in Beijing are waiting to see how this farce ends . Of course, Xiao Yan is not good at directly conveying the nonsense edited by Fu Shen. He can only vaguely say "Hou Ye is recovering from Yan Yan's government." However, this sentence is really imaginative. A well-informed person inquired a little. When I heard that the ceremony was preparing for the marriage between the two, they knew that the marriage of Yan Fu and the two was inevitable.

By contrast, Yan Fu is much quieter. One is that Yan Xiaohan is still in the middle of the dynasty, and the temptations are blocked by him. The second is that Feilongwei is notorious, and there are only a limited number of people willing to associate with him. Fu Shen is comfortable with nature and spends his leisurely time in Yan's House. He feels that this place is a hundred times stronger than his overgrown Hou House. He has a beautiful and attractive maid. He has three meals a day and many different desserts. Everything is perfect without holding the nose to drink the bitter medicine soup made by Shen.

Scattered in the evening, as soon as Yan Xiaohan entered the courtyard, Fu Shen sighed in the room: "... The calligraphy and paintings of He Yan are now valuable and unavailable. ... can your family understand? "

Since he came, the atmosphere of Yan Fu has been a little less stable. The maid's shattering laughter like a silver bell floated down the half-closing window. Yan Xiaohan stepped aside, listening to her ears, and suddenly felt a sense of stability and unevenness.

He thought unreasonably: it was me who gave you medicine and water, and it was me who accompanied you to enjoy the paintings and tea. Why do you talk and laugh with them, but you even laugh at me?

He wanted to take a step forward, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. Emotional drowsiness chilled down, Yan Xiaohan felt the thoughts just now again in his heart, as if chewing a handful of ice cream with a half-acid smile, and asked himself: "Yeah, I Why? "

This step could not be taken anyway, Yan Xiaohan felt like a snail with a shattered shell. After breaking the jar last night, he couldn't stand a calm armor to face Fu Shen today.

He thought about it, followed his footsteps and walked outside the hospital. Unexpectedly, there was a girl with a particularly sharp ear in the room. When she heard the foot sound glance out, she just grabbed the current one: "Master is back."

The crowd opened the door to welcome him in. Fu Shen turned his head from the bookshelf, holding a wolfberry and red date tea in his hands. There was a smile that had not yet disappeared, as if reserved for him, and greeted, "Come back."

Yan Xiaohan did not receive the cold face he intended, and frowned. Seeing that his face was not good, Fu Shen said, "What's wrong, what happened?"

He said to the maids, "Let's go down and let the chef prepare dinner. I'll say a few words to your master."

The gesture tone is like another master in this house. Yan Xiaohan never imagined what kind of wife he would marry in the future. Perhaps the lonely old man might not be certain for life, but the scene in front of him is naturally smooth as if it came from his mind. Unexpectedly Filled in the missing piece of dreams.

He didn't want to think deeply, sort out his emotions, and sat down opposite Fu Shen: "The wedding ceremony of the Ministry of Rites is February 12th, the Flower Festival. In my opinion, the decree of marriage giving has just been issued, and now I will tell the emperor If you want to go back to Beiyan, you must mention a refusal. Otherwise, wait a moment. At the end of the year, you will make an offer and say that you are about to get married. Please return to Yanzhou to worship your father and uncle and tell the same robes. When I return to Beijing in February, I am afraid the emperor will allow it. "

Fu Shen thought for a moment, and nodded: "It makes sense, then do it."

He suddenly realized that since living with Yan Xiaohan, the number of times he said "just do it" has skyrocketed. This feeling is very strange. He doesn't have any dissatisfaction with being deprived of decision-making power, but feels very worried. Because if he changed himself, 80% would make the same decision.

What's even more rare is that the decision that can prevent Fu Shen from being faulty is bound to be good for him. As an "outsider", Yan Xiaohan can set himself up for his consideration. Once or twice is accidental, and this is so, it is a deep and considerate intention.

"It feels good not to worry about yourself," Fu Shen sighed secretly in his heart. "Whoever treats him honestly, I'm afraid he can be spoiled."

The two were relatively speechless after finishing the business, and fell into an awkward silence. After a short while, Fu Shen provoked his voice: "You just looked bad, what happened?"

Yan Xiaohan was sitting in a circle chair, his back was still straight, and he shook his head, "It's all right."

Fu Shen believes that he has a ghost, but he is no longer able to figure out the undersea needle-like mind of Master Yan. He tempted, "Did you sleep well or ... are you still angry about what happened last night?"

Yan Xiaohan frowned, looking a little surprised, but silent.

Fu Shen had seen it through. The man said "Nothing" on his mouth, but his face was written "I have something, I don't say, come and coax me".

He thought, "You are used to it."

However, he continued to ask, "Is it really angry? Because I let you go yesterday?"

Yan Xiaohan snorted with a nasal sound.

Fu Shenqiang smiled, with a look of "Since you begged me, I would just coax you hard" and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't let you go. You have a lot of adults, just don't see me in general, eh ? "

Yan Xiaohan looked at him steadily, staring at Fu Shen's goosebumps and daring to greet his gaze. After a moment, Yan Xiaohan turned his face away fiercely, and "pump" laughed out loud.

Fu Shen secretly relieved, raised his hand and touched the roots of his ears, a little hot.

He wondered inexplicably: "Am I sick? Why not just let him get mad."

Yan Xiaohan didn't stop laughing for a long time. The warmth that Fu Shen had just pretend was gone, glanced at him, and said coolly, "This time, OK, don't you play a little temper?"

Yan Xiaohan arched his hand and said frankly, "Okay. Thank you, Hou Ye for your consideration."

Fu Shen smiled, turned the wheelchair and ran out of the door: "How old are you, you can't lose it."

That night, the two returned to the good together in the bedroom again, nothing serious, but Yan Xiaohan had a look at him before going to bed has become a custom. In these days, Fu Shen changed his clothes, bathed, and sat in and out. It was Yan Xiaohan who did it himself, but he only took medicine. Because he was not in the house, he did not stare in person except for the first few days. Just a quarter of an hour before bedtime, the maid brought medicine in. It happened that Yan Xiaohan was escorted by Fu Shenzhi to the study room to help him find a book. When he returned, Fu Shen leaned on the bedside, and the medicine bowl on the table was already empty.

Yan Xiaohan always felt wrong. He took the book to Fu Shen, glanced puzzledly at the bowl of medicine, Fu Shen noticed his gaze, and asked, "What are you looking at?"

Yan Xiaohan turned his face, his eyes glanced like a dragonfly, and swept across Fu Shen's face.

"wrong."

Fu Shen: "Huh?"

Yan Xiaohan asked, "Did you take the medicine?"

Fu Shen: "Drink." He reached out and said, "Where is the bowl."

"Edit, then edit," Yan Xiaohanhuo braved, "Would you like me to take a mirror to take a picture of you? Your lips are all dry! Drink medicine? Where did you drink it, ears and eyes? That medicine did not cure you Brain ?! "

Fu Shen: "..."

It's over. It's not good to be a thief, and he was arrested.

As soon as Yan Xiaohan saw his speechlessness, he knew that this was not the first time Fu Shen had done it. He turned angrily around the room, and finally kicked a white porcelain spittoon from the bedside, looked down, and got it.

Fu Shen sat down on the bed honestly, with a sincere attitude of confession.

Yan Xiaohan pointed at him, forced the liver fire down, and went out to order someone to fry another bowl of medicine. He went back to the house and closed the door. He calmly said, "Say, when did it start."

Fu Shen laughed several times: "Don't get angry, my wind chill is already good, it doesn't matter if the medicine is taken or not ..."

"'It's okay'?" Yan Xiao asked coldly, "Who told you that you can take the medicine, Shen Yi Ce? Or me?"

Fu Shen: "..."

It can be seen that he has worked very hard to endure without turning his face, all in the face of Yan Xiaohan who is thinking about his body, but the short-lived **** thing has not stopped, and continues to chatter: "Fighting for the young Bad body, you don't want to think about what will happen when you get older? How many injuries do you have in your heart? How can you not treat the cold and wind, and it will be too late for you to remember it when it falls down! "

Fu Shen was hurt by his stubborn brain. His personality had an assertive side. No one dared to scold him like this for many years. It was originally because of his loss. Yan Xiaohan's remarks aroused his rebellious psychology. Fu Shen waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, endlessly. Don't worry, I'm sure I won't let you watch the door ... hiss!"

Yan Xiaohan shot like a flash of electricity, clamped his jaw, and drank, "Don't talk nonsense!"

He was really angry and had strong hands. Fu Shen felt that his mandible was about to be crushed, but because of this, he finally saw the pain in the eyes of Yan Xiaohan.

He was softened in his heart.

Fu Shen eats soft but not hard, especially the slight weakness that occasionally emerges from people who have always been tough, which makes it easier to penetrate his defense.

Besides, he was already in a bad position.

He raised his hand and held Yan Xiaohan to clamp his right hand, and patted it comfortably: "Okay, okay, sorry, I'm wrong, okay?"

Yan Xiao Hansong's hand, but Fu Shen did not let go, and still held his hand in the palm of the palm, with no sense of tenderness.

When he looked down, his heart was mostly extinguished.

Yan Xiaohan sighed, "I'm so angry."

Fu Shen quickly pleaded guilty and apologized. He repeatedly promised that he was owed for a while, and he would not run his horse in the future. In the end, he couldn't help laughing, and shook his head and said, "What's wrong today, it makes you angry."

Yan Xiaohan was still stubborn, but a small arc was bent at the corner of his eye, and he said coldly, "Mixed Devil."

Think about it. Since returning to Beijing, the situation has taken a turn for the worse, ambush, assassination, conspiracy, and the emperor's marriage ... Which one does not cause people to worry, toss and turn? Why is it a trivial matter now, causing the two big men to play like children, arguing and reconciling.

Are you too busy?

The iron bones are as deep as Fu Shen, and the mind is as deep as the cold night. When they are outside, they are full of wind and rain, and return to the same roof.

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