Golden Stage

February 12, Flower Festival.

Jingning Houfu's house is full of lights and beaming, with red silk hanging on the lintel pillars, and people descend through the courtyard to prepare for the upcoming wedding banquet.

Above the main hall, there suddenly came a roar straight towards the clouds.

"What about people? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

Officials from the Ministry of Proprieties grabbed Yan Fu's servants who came here to help, and shouted in disintegration: "... Jing Ninghou hasn't returned yet? Why didn't your adult say it earlier! The road is so far away ... this **** is simply running away! "

Yan Fu's head was dizzy and said, "Sir, I don't know this or the young, but the master personally ordered it, and everything was prepared as usual."

When the time is coming, officials of the Ministry of Rites have completely lost hope for the relationship. I heard that Jingning Hou Fushen had a strong personality and was unyielding. When he heard that he had acquiesced to the ceremony to assist in preparing for the marriage, the ceremony was relieved. Who knew that when he got married, the ancestor disappeared silently!

It ’s a good idea to draw a salary at the bottom of the tank.

Until now, we can only silently pray to the Emperor Yingming, and when it is furious, don't implicate them in these unlucky pond fish.

The official of the Ministry of Ritual choked off his three beards, calmly, and planned to go to the other protagonist of the marriage to talk about how to end the scene. He walked past the man he just said, and asked Yan Yan cheerfully: "Where is your adult now? "

The man honestly said, "The old man took someone out of the city early in the morning, saying that he was going to meet Houye ... sir? Lord! Come on! Come on! There is an adult fainted here!"

Outside the capital, the official pavilion is long.

The accompanying welcoming team frequently looked at the sun, and their hearts were filled with the same worries as the unfortunate Minister of Gifts, and he trembled and asked, "Master, it will be a good time right now, why ... haven't you seen anyone yet?"

Too many words they dare not continue to speak down, afraid that Yan Xiaohan would suddenly pull a knife from under the clothes.

Yan Xiaohan pressed the anxiety in his heart and said calmly, "Wait a minute."

The sentence "Ten miles of red makeup, you will not miss the king" is still in your ears. In the letter sent back from Yanzhou City, in addition to telling him to wait outside the city on the day of the wedding, there is also "a short paper and a long love. Yin Yin urged. Yan Xiaohan was unwilling to doubt Fu Shen, and he did not want to doubt that what he said was a cover for the trap.

But in fact he was more afraid than anyone. Because of this "cold chest, a knife behind" scene, it happened between him and Fu Shen seven years ago.

Just as Yan Xiaohan was struggling with self-intimidation and self-consolation, when he was about to drown, a small black spot suddenly appeared in the distance, one person and one horse galloping from far to near. The comer was a dark-skinned boy who didn't dismount in front of the crowd. He turned the horse's head outside the few feet and shouted, "Master, please come with me, the general will be here soon!"

Yan Xiaohan breathed loosely when he was breathing, and a rock fell in his heart. He immediately followed the boy and rushed out.

The others hadn't responded yet, and the two had gone out all the way. Beiyan army horses are comparable to unusual horses. Only Yan Xiaohan can barely keep up after running. In the end, the team is not a team. The two lead in the front, and Lala Zazou follows a long train of people.

The teenager led them all the way west, and when they saw the dim outline of the buildings in the distance, Yan Xiaohan suddenly understood why Fu Shen made a seemingly wayward and irrational request on such an important day today.

The high platform rises flat, the palace is towering, the evening light falls on the glazed tiles, and a splendid layer of golden light rises, overlooking from a distance, it seems to be built with gold, hence the name "Golden Platform".

The "Golden Table" has been around for a long time. King Xi Yanzhao respected Guo Yan, built a palace and was a teacher, and put thousands of gold on the stage to extend his name to the corporal. At the beginning of the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Tai / Zu wanted to emulate the king's affairs. He set up a platform on the outskirts of Beijing, built a palace room, the name of the platform was "Gold", and the name of the temple was "Kirin." The main hall has eighteen founding statues of heroes, with Zhao Qixun.

The following emperors followed this method, and the military officials and military commanders of all generations were proud to have their portraits entered the Kirin Hall of the Golden Terrace. When the emperor first visited the army, he swore a division on the stage. Over time, it became common practice.

Six years ago, Fu Shen set off for the first time, and Emperor Yuan Tai led a hundred officials to the golden platform to send him away; half a year later, when he returned from victory, he was named "Jingning" on the golden platform.

Later, Fu Shen's legs were crippled, and he no longer led soldiers. With a piece of paper and a ridiculous marriage, he still had to choose the starting point of this life's honor and shame.

Collecting blood, tears, and ups and downs, his life wrote "report to the king on the golden stage, and bring Yulong to death for the king."

This was his silent demonstration and his deep hatred.

The evening photos were like a bright flame, shining through the wild, and finally when the distant horseshoe sounded, the smoke and dust surging, and the mighty team appeared from the end of the road.

The head is tall and straight, with a strong posture, and the wind and thunder threaten the horse to run wild, hitting the red dress and hunting and flying, reflecting the setting sun, like a bath of fire all over the body, coming from the blood.

Red horse, murderous. It's not like getting married, it's like coming to grab a relative.

-That's Fu Shen.

——This is Fu Shen.

The moment he appeared, it seemed as if he was hit by a heavy hammer in the heart. Yan Xiaohan could even clearly feel his throat tight and his eyes hot.

For several months, he has never solved Fu Shen, did not dare to touch his scars, and often reassured himself: Fu Shen just couldn't go to the battlefield and walk like ordinary people ... he just gave a pair of legs, which is better than It's better to lose your life in Qingsha.

But at this moment, he lost his sanity and finally admitted for him that his openness and freedom were false. In fact, he was unwilling and in fact ... sorry.

Fu Shen is still so young, but in the future, he can only go with a wheelchair as a companion, and since then he has become an ordinary person with inconvenience. Back then, when she entered the city, many young girls who had thrown flowers and fruit were attracted to them. In the past, they led the army to march, and the young generals who had gone away from the world would never again.

Today, however, the boy who had passed him by is back.

Within a few minutes, the horse team has arrived, Fu Shen slowed down, blew his whistle, raised a hand of a piece of red silk, Yan Xiaohan subconsciously grabbed one end, and a strong came from that end. His With the body leaning forward, the legs were sandwiched between the horse's abdomen, and the steed / lower horse ran a small broken step towards Fu Shen.

It looked as if Fu Shen had "fished" him with a piece of red silk.

Fu Shen was very satisfied with Yan Xiaohan's well-behaved cooperation, and came over with a smile: "Wait a long time ... oh, why are you crying?"

At a glance, he saw the red mark under Yan Xiaohan's eyes, startled, and lowered his voice unconsciously, his tone softened as well: "Brother Yan ... what's the matter? Wait anxious? Afraid I won't come?"

Yan Xiaohan looked at him expressionlessly, stared at Fu Shen, then turned his head, and could not help but laugh: "Let the wind blow."

Fu Shen: "That's when we got married today. I'll save you some face. Will I really cry for you next time, believe it or not?"

The time for Fu Shen to arrive was just right, the red sun was sinking and the dusk was approaching. It was a good time to worship. Fu Shen dismounted, Yan Xiaohan carried him on his back, stepping on the solemn and glorious golden platform step by step in the setting sun.

Suddenly, time was stretched indefinitely. After walking through the 72-level white marble stone steps, solemnly like walking a long life.

The Qilin Temple is tall and grand, because it is old and dark for a long time. Few people set foot here, very quiet, only the full body portraits hanging over the wall staring at them solemnly, as if the gods and gods silently watched the two mortals who strayed into the temple.

Without Fu Shen's instructions, Yan Xiaohan has found the portraits of Fu Jian, Fu Tingzhong, and Fu Tingxin hanging in parallel.

The attendant following him handed two cushions, Yan Xiaohan glanced at the man at random, and found that it was one of the generals of Beiyan, Yu Qiaoting.

Fu Shen said softly, "Let me down."

The two knelt on the cushions side by side, Yu Qiaoting found a water bag, and two small silver bowls, placed on the ground in front of the two, and then retired quietly.

Fu Shen said: "This is the ancestor, ancestor and uncle. They were buried in their hometown, and they will take you to see him later." He turned, facing north to south, and said, "Come on, let ’s worship heaven and earth."

Both of them bowed together.

Turning to the portrait again, Fu Shen raised his drink and prayed to the void: "Unworthy son Fu Shen, married to the Holy Father, today and Feilongwei Qincha made Yan Xiaohan unite, grandfather, father, second uncle, Wakazumi knows, It's time to rest. "

"Thank you Gaotang."

Yan Xiaohan followed him silently and bowed down, and the two turned again, kneeling face to face. Fu Shen reached out and poured two glasses of wine, and passed one of them to Yan Xiaohan, saying, "Brother Yan, thank you for your willingness to wait for me today."

Yan Xiaohan: "No thanks. It should."

Fu Shendao: "After the death of the ancestor, the ancestor ordered the heroes to enter the Kirin Hall, and his statue was held by the father to the golden platform. In the 19th and 20th years of Yuantai, the father and uncle drove the crane west. The remains of the two of them were sent to Kirin Hall by myself. "

"At that time, His Royal Highness King Su wanted to send my second uncle's portrait into the temple, unfortunately ..." He shook his head and said, "In accordance with the system, only the closest relatives can hold the painting to enter the palace. Afterwards, the King Su Palace is deeply in love, but after all It's a bad job. "

"Fu was an army officer at the age of eighteen, and commander Bei Yantieqi rode for more than five years. He did not dare to make meritorious deeds, and asked himself to be worthy of the hearts and minds of the world. Unfortunately, fate is uncertain, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to lead an army in the future. Rongma career, stop here.

He raised the bowl and touched the bowl in Yan Xiaohan's hand.

"Before my expedition that year, you made a wish, hoping that I would hate you for a lifetime, and now that wish is no longer working-I don't hate you, brother Yan."

"It's my turn to make a wish."

Yan Xiaohan's eyes were lowered, and he looked at him softly. It seemed that as long as Fu Shen said a word, he could immediately stand up and pick him the stars and the moon.

Fu Shen watched him slowly and solemnly: "I hope that after I die, I can also take a picture in Kirin Hall. At that time, you will hold the golden stage by yourself."

Behind the hero, only the closest relatives can hold the statue into the temple.

Silent for a long time, Yan Xiaohan said nothing: "On the day of great joy, why make such an ominous word."

"There is always a death, no need to keep secret," Fu Shen seemed not nervous about his answer at all, but his eyes were earnest and sharp: "The supreme sun and the moon, the closest relatives and sparse husbands and wives. If you allow me, naturally I am the only one Dear. "

Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen, one insane, one quiet; one seemingly inattentive, one always thinking about it, one on merit in the Kirin Hall, one on the official record after death ... two people who are so different from each other finally On both sides of the fork, we reached the same turning point.

This is almost the same as the desire of "white-headed and old-fashioned", how could Xiao Xiaohan refuse him.

He took the wine glass from Fu Shen, set it aside, and clasped his hands with Fu Shen.

"Wife and wife worship."

The two leaned over each other and worshiped solemnly. Because of the closeness, he almost reached the top of the opponent's head, but his hands never separated.

In the underworld, there seems to be some kind of unknown connection connected here, in the bottom of my heart, like a buckle, the points are snapped together, and a "click" sounds.

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