Golden Stage

Some people, on the surface, look beautiful and sharp, but actually kiss, their lips are soft like steamed buns just steamed out in the morning.

Fu Shen is indeed handsome, but due to his temperament, he is mostly in the severe and cold, and he ridicules people very well. Yan Xiaohan often feels that he is a "knife mouth" in various senses. A mouthful of blood.

But at this time, Fu Shen leaned back on the head of the bed, leaning his head slightly, and the momentum of his body converged, like some kind of beast that was smoothed and lazy, with one hand even hooking Yan Xiaohan's neck.

He had just taken a shower, and his lips were a little hot from the steam, kissing warm and soft.

Yan Xiaohan was still restrained, patrolling on his dry lips, and gently holding two soft lips. He felt as if he was trying to stand on the edge of a cliff, while repeatedly telling himself in his heart not to jump down I can't help but want to take a look at the probe. In the end, he failed to overcome the instinct of temptation, and the tip of his tongue softly and quickly ticked on Fu Shen's upper lip--

The hand on the back of the neck instantly burst into force that could kill people.

Sure enough, I was too impatient. He pressed his boiling heart, closed his eyes, and thought, tonight, he had a lot of troubles.

The shock faded, and Fu Shen let go of his hands, rubbing at the place where he was pinched: "... I'm sorry."

Yan Xiaohan laughed softly: "Well, you can see it."

Fu Shen: "..."

Yan Xiaohan bowed his head and kissed him on the tip of his nose: "I'm going to get the medicine, you calm down first. So hard-handed ... how can I have an inch in the future?"

Fu Shen raised his hand and pushed him down from the bed: "The **** is too big, I think you don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tile."

At midnight, thunder was faint, Yan Xiaohan woke up from his sleep, and before he opened his eyes, he smelled the smell of rain coming in through the window.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of dense rain hitting the eaves was heard.

The first rain in the spring day finally came. Yan Xiaohan was still not quite awake. He rolled over and closed his eyes to touch the other side of the bed. His palm fell on the quilt beside him, and he patted it twice.

Fu Shen couldn't sleep deeply, it was raining on a cloudy day, and there was soreness in his bones. He was awakened by the pain twice and felt the action of Yan Xiaohan, and he stumbled "Huh?"

"Does the leg hurt?" The people around him wrapped around his waist wearyly, just woke up, with a soft, nasal voice in his voice, "It's raining outside."

Fu Shen hummed softly: "It hurts ... it's sour ..."

Yan Xiaohan got up and propped up: "I'm going to find a soup lady."

"No," Fu Shen reached out to pull him, only catching the long hair that he had loosened, wrapped around his fingers like silk, "Don't toss, just keep sleeping with you."

Yan Xiaohan was pulled back slightly by him and had to lie back. He shook off the quilt, covered Fu Shen, and forcibly invaded his quilt. Fu Shen was probably really unconscious, but he didn't turn his face, but just nudged his shoulder: "What?"

"Come a little to my side," Yan Xiaohan stretched his arms and hugged him, his two long legs sticking his warm calf to his cold calf, hugging each other in an intimate posture, "OK, Go to bed. "

After a whistle, the body's heat gradually surrounded him through the cold pillow. Fu Shen suspected that the posture was hooping. He always wanted to move his hands and feet, but he was inexplicably rested by the night and warm sleep. Dizzy. The sore place is still sore, but perception seems to be blocked by a gentle barrier.

He arrived in the neck of Yan Xiaohan and fell asleep.

The day after tomorrow, the drizzle in the mountains remained undisturbed. Fu Shen was affected by his months of restorative life. He woke up late in the morning, and it was another rainy day outside. He couldn't open his eyes even more dimly.

The bed beside him was empty, the light outside the curtain was dim, the room was wet and cold, but the bed was dry and warm. He moved his leg and ran into the hot little soup wife who was sitting beside his leg.

Bacheng brought it to him after he got up in the morning. Fu Shen ironed it in his heart and his memory appeared. Then he remembered the enthusiastic feelings of last night, and he let him sleep for half a night.

He quietly tasted the taste of kissing, and touched the vaguely painful knee, thinking sadly, "I'm really Yanagita."

Yan Xiaohan, who happened to be pushing in the door, suddenly felt a cold in his back.

He looked back subconsciously, but found nothing unusual behind him. He pressed doubts into the door, and said to the dense and dense bed covered by the curtain, "Jing Yuan, it's time to get up."

Fu slid down the curtain lazily, signalling that he was awake.

Yan Xiaohan has to get up early and go to the palace every day. It has become a habit. Even if he is not on vacation, he doesn't feel lazy. He walked over and hung the bed tent back to the curtain hooks on both sides, and sat down beside the bed, "Isn't it raining, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Fu Shen sometimes felt that Yan Xiaohan was too careful about himself, as if he was not a rough-skinned man, but a porcelain doll that was broken by the wind. He can live to this day, and the injuries will not be less. Even Du Leng and Yu Qiaoting did not think that his leg injury needed special attention when it rained on a cloudy day. For them, even death is a common occurrence. It is just a mere injury, so why bother and worry about it?

But being held in his hand, the stone is going to be sweltered.

Fu Shen said, "It's okay." He reached out to hook his waist, trying to pull Yan Xiaohan down and press it on the bed. Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan was sitting very securely. Instead, Fu Shen was taken from the inside to the outside of the bed, leaning softly on his leg like a boneless cat. Yan Xiaohan still thought that he was cherishing his arms and holding his shoulders with a hand, and said with a smile, "I woke up, don't want to wake up?"

"Be lazy and don't want to move," Fu Shen sighed in an old-fashioned way. "Man, it doesn't work to be old."

"It's too modest," Yan Xiaohan put his head down to his ear, jokingly said, "Hou Yelong is so fierce that he grabbed me last night and didn't give up. Have you forgotten?"

Fu Shen finally realized what was wrong. The two of them lay down and lie down, hug and hug, how do you see the aftertaste-he is still the one who was cruelly miserly!

Go to his mother's Yanahisa! Yesterday I should have done this jerk!

He squeezed a hand lightly on Yan Xiaohan's waist, and said with a smile on his face, "Be assured, as long as you follow me wholeheartedly, Ben Hou will protect you in the future ... Yan Menggui!"

Yan Xiaohan grabbed his shoulders and scrambled his legs, and suddenly took him out of the quilt. Fu Shen suddenly hung up, startled, and was put on his lap by Yan Xiaohan, and a coat was hooded.

Across the soft satin, there seemed to be a dragonfly kiss on his lips, light like an illusion.

Yan Xiaohan said, "Of course, I have my whole heart to Hou Ye."

Ignoring the time in the mountains, Yan Xiaohan followed Jing Ninghou who entered Zhishi's life in advance, and spent a few days idle in the villa. Yu Qiaoting whispered to Xiao in private, Fu Shen's temper was more than a star, and he didn't feel depressed when he knew such a bad truth. Instead, he confused with the surname Yan every day. Thousands of foxes have become refined?

Not only did he think so, Feilongwei in Beijing also asked about this.

Where did the fox spoil the adult's soul after Chincha made him disappear?

When Shen Yi Ce was ordered to see Fu Shen for a doctor's visit and pass along his colleagues' feelings for Master Yan, the pair of virtuous men were raging in the courtyard of the villa ... pickled salted duck eggs.

At the small stone table in the courtyard, a small basket of washed white raw salted duck eggs was placed. Yan Fu and the two of them were sitting opposite each other. One of them was soaked in spirits, and the other was responsible for rolling salt.

The flower garden plow in the courtyard is neat and neat, planted with newly sprouts of shallots and greens, next to a large wisteria **** flower shelf, flowers like a waterfall, chickens and ducks running under the shelf, cooing. The two were busy on their hands, chatting with each other without a word. Shen Yice watched a duck step on their feet, and Yan Xiaohan laughed at Fu Shen: "The ancients talked about the scenery, planted vegetables in the orchard, raised chickens and ducks under the flower stand, you yard. It's all accounted for. "

Fu Shen turned his head back without raising his head: "There is also a more lame general, isn't it exclusive to you?" *

Yan Xiaohan closed his mouth immediately, but the corners of his mouth were raised suspiciously.

Doctor Shen thought to himself: "I seem a bit redundant."

"Here comes." Yan Xiaohan noticed him first, put down his handwork and got up to meet him, his attitude was naturally smooth, and it seemed that he did not feel that the two courtiers who turned their hands over the clouds and rained their hands in this happy salty What's wrong with duck eggs?

"Master, Lord Hou." Shen Yice arched his hands at them, didn't hold back and asked, "This is ...?"

Fu Shen smiled calmly: "A little hobby made Mr. Shen laugh."

Shen Yize busyly said, "How dare, how dare."

Is it true that Jingning Hou Zhen, as rumored by the outside world, was broken and changed his mind, and plans to return to the field?

Yan Xiaohan washed away the salt from his hands, and rubbed his hands while asking Shen Yixue: "Is there anything new in Beijing?"

"Subordinates came for this purpose," Shen Yice said, "another Jin Wuwei died. He died at Cuijin Pavilion in Chengdong at midnight yesterday. Someone came to report this morning. This case shocked Tianzi and ordered him. You return to Beijing as soon as possible, the case has been fully transferred to Feilongwei. "

Yan Xiaohan subconsciously glanced at Fu Shen, and Fu Shen shook his head slightly, signalling that it had nothing to do with him.

Yan Xiaohan groaned for a moment, and then didn't really smile sincerely: "Okay. Strange, how has Jin Wuwei got away with memorizing the words recently, which is bad for years?"

Before they refused to let them intervene, the basket was so big that Nanxun couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to come back and ask for Feilongwei. Shen Yice thought that Yan Xiaohan might have a fire in his heart, so the sense of ridicule was particularly obvious. Fu Shen said unhurriedly, "Since this is the case, I don't want to stay much more. You are careful."

The two seemed to have something to say, both returned to the room. Shen Yice sat in the yard, glancing casually at the chickens and ducks, and suddenly his ears moved, and he turned his head in confusion.

The bedroom window wasn't closed tightly, but it was concealed. I wonder if it was an illusion. He seemed to have heard a groan that was light and dumb, almost moaning.

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