Golden Stage

"Why? I was caught by Ben Hou in and out of the fireworks, and Feilongwei was about to kill?"

Fu Shen was dragged into an unmanned alley, not worried, and Dengtuzi used a folding fan to hook his chin. Yan Xiaohan let him be frivolous, staring at him and saying, "It doesn't matter if you kill someone, but you have to die."

Fu Shen asked with interest: "How are you going to destroy ... 唔 ..."

Before he finished speaking, he was leaned over and blocked his mouth.

Only newly married Yaner, forced to separate again, at this moment unexpectedly reunited, some of the accumulated feelings can not be expressed, only by venting their actions. The kiss was more lingering than it was when leaving, with a little deliberate strength. As if in retaliation for his previous tricks, Yan Xiaohan took a bite on Fu Shen's mouth lightly.

It still hurts a bit. Fu Shen reached out and clamped his jaw, and sighed coldly, but didn't scold him: "Be careful. Keep your energy, don't bite the stamp for me ..."

As soon as he gasped, Yan Xiaohan felt the pain first. He reached out and supported Fu Shen's head, and sucked gently where he had bitten: "Bite a pain?"

Fu Shen patted him on the back, signaled that he was okay, and did not forget to continue joking with him: "Behind me walking around the green building, I haven't started yet, you're wronged first."

Yan Xiaohan crouched down in front of him, slightly lower than Fu Shen, and put his two hands in his palms: "Are you jealous? To be honest."

Fu Shen sneered: "You are like everyone, you are a vinegar tank."

Yan Xiaohan: "Isn't she jealous? What if I really go to the green house?"

Fu Shen smiled slightly and whispered back to the question: "Brother Yan, do you think I can't move the knife?"

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

In fact, he should have thought of Fu Shen's ferocity, but if he had any deceit and betrayal, the ending must have been one and a half, one hundred. Yan Xiaohan had planted a follow-up on it in the past, but only then Fu Shen was still young and his heart was soft, only then gave him a chance to re-close.

He pretended not to hear the last sentence of Fu Shen, and changed the subject with interest: "How did you get here?"

Fu Shen was pulled by both hands, and he bowed his head to look at the fan on his lap: "There is a bamboo shop near here, a hand-made folding fan. I asked my boss to make a few fans last year, and just remembered, Come down and pick it up. Who knows?

Although Fu Shen has long been out of the childhood of Fat Ma Qingqiu, he still loves elegant and elegant, and the accessories of the casual clothes at home are delicate. When people love wooden bone fans, more luxurious people use ivory horns as bones. Fu Shen, however, is particularly fond of light and light bamboo fans, and he doesn't have to force Xiang Fei Luo Han, as long as the color is clean and clean, he likes it.

Yan Xiaohan vaguely remembered that in the past few years, Fu Shen occasionally returned to Beijing. Sometimes the two could meet on the street. Fu Shen did not have his hands empty once.

Fu Shen said, "What about you? Isn't the place where the accident happened is Cuijin Pavilion, how did you find Baiyinglou?"

Yan Xiaohan: "Jin Wuwei died in Cuijin Pavilion, but he had been to Baiyinglou that night. There was one thing missing from him and he couldn't find it in Cuijin Pavilion. I guess it might have fallen here."

"What's missing?" Fu Shen was completely subconsciously asking, and then it was inappropriate to think about it, "Can you ask? I can't say it when I haven't asked."

Yan Xiaohan shook his hand, and said without changing his face, "Let me sell it. I can't say it, but I will tell you when I get home at night." He looked around and smiled unclearly: "It's a bit inconvenient to say here."

Fu Shen couldn't understand the fun of his deities, and he said in his heart that he would go back to tell ghost stories at night? Did Yan Xiaohan treat him as a three-year-old?

"Okay," he confessed furiously and yanked in the palm of Yan Xiaohan. "There is something that I think may have something to do with this case. I heard Doctor Shen said that the Jin Wuwei died of an emergency of apoplexy? Just now I was at When I took the fan in the store, I occasionally listened to the ear shopkeepers gossiping. It is said that since the opening of the year, in just two months, several people have been carried out in the green building in this area. Is there a bit too much wind recently? "

"Let's go with me," Yan Xiaohan stood up, bent over and kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "Leave Shen Yi Ce to me, and go back and tell you more about the rest."

Fu Shen saw that he had something in mind, and nodded and said no more. Yan Xiaohan pushed him out of the alley and turned it into Xiao Yan's hands. When he turned to leave, Fu Shen suddenly stopped him and raised his hand to throw the folding fan into his arms.

When he closed his hand, the robe sleeves rounded out a rounded arc, and Tsing Yi had black hair. Even if he could only sit, it also revealed the chic and graceful style of Yushu's wind, which caused countless Yingying Yanyan in front of the building to stretch his neck and peek. Fu Shen seemed to just send a small thing casually, and said casually: "Here it is. Hold it for fun."

Yan Xiaohan watched his figure disappear in the alley, rolled his fingers unconsciously, and opened the fan with an abnormally light weight in his hand.

Purple bamboo large bones, brown bamboo small bones, heavy mica sprinkled with silver powder fan face, the freehand moonrise high-rise is painted on the front, and two ancient poems are inscribed on the back.

——Wish for the southwest wind, long into Junhuai. *

Wei Xuzhou came up from the sloppy ground behind his back and saw the two words on the fan face at a glance. The bird almost screamed out: "Look, look, this is the style of the main room ..."

Yan Xiaohan swept away the fan, threatened the place on his shoulder socket: "The temperament of the main room doesn't need you to feel for now. Don't talk nonsense, check the case."

Having said that, the smile on his face was like a jar filled with water, which would overflow with a touch.

Wei Xuzhou stared at his walking and windy back, and couldn't help wondering: "Is it true that the emperor gave him a wedding because he pityted him for a lifetime?"

Yan Xiaohan returned to the evening, and Fu Shen and his party had settled in Yan government. The bedroom, which had been vacant for a while, turned on the light, and Fu Shen was sitting under the light and reading a book.

His eyebrows stretched out lightly, and there was no hard feeling of oppression when he concentrated, and his serious look no longer seemed unattainable, only to make people feel pleasing.

He focused on reading, others focused on him.

"It's going to be charged again," Fu Shen snapped the book upside down on the table, and laughed coolly: "Are you a little optimistic, your skin is almost shaved by your eyes. Today is in Baiying Lou hasn't had enough eye addiction yet? "

"I also said there was no vinegar, so I couldn't live without Baiyinglou." Yan Xiaohan walked into the inner room, took off his robe, changed into his everyday clothes, sat down opposite Fu Shen, and took the tea he handed over: " I have to force me to say straight, okay. I actually don't want to coax you with the words 'you look better than them', because I think it's outrageous to compare these people with you. "

"You are high above me, no one else can," Yan Xiaohan sipped his tea and said calmly, "It's the truth, no kidding."

Suddenly, Fu Shen was surprised.

"Brother Yan?"

Yan Xiaohan sighed, lowered the tea cup, walked in front of Fu Shen, and reached out and hugged him into his arms.

"Master Hou, I like you very much," he said. "This is the first time in my life that I like a person so much. So there should be no misunderstanding between us. Things happened seven years ago, don't come again."

Fu Shen was silent for a while, then slowly asked: "When did it start?"

He thought that the two had been in love for a long time after they lived together, but from the meaning of Yan Xiao's cold words, it seems that this is not the case-did he still think of him when he was still a friend? Out of order?

"Seven years ago," Yan Xiaohan smiled bitterly. "But then ... I was too self-righteous."

Fu Shenqiang was shocked: "Why?"

He was a kid then!

"If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you later," Yan Xiaohan carefully kissed him, "as long as you know, I won't go out and look for someone else behind you."

"No," Fu Shen simply said, "how are you like me, please make me happy."

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

Yan Xiaohan couldn't help burying a laugh on his shoulder as the atmosphere that became sullen due to self-narrating thoughts was empty. Fu Shen is a very powerful person in all aspects, especially emotionally. Yan Xiaohan sometimes felt that he was struggling to walk on a crumbling canopy bridge. Every time he stepped empty and thought he was going to smash his bones, Fu Shen caught it firmly underneath. He opened his eyes fortunately. It was found that under the mist of Yunshan, the ground was actually at his feet.

He has always been the tolerant side.

Yan Xiaohan said in his ear with a low voice of only breezes: "From head to toe, I have touched, never touched-all like it."

In the evening, after bathing, the two were lying in bed side by side to brew drowsiness. Fu Shen suddenly remembered the case during the day and poked Yan Xiaohan with his elbow: "You said you can only tell me when you go home today, what is it?"

"Oh, you said what I was looking for," Yan Xiaohan turned over, facing him, and put one hand on his waist. "It's a boot."

"The dead person is Yang Hexuan, who is a Jin Wuwei. Military attachés often ride horses and rarely ride on sedans, but there is no place to place when riding. Therefore, some small items or documents that need to be carried with them are usually received in the boots. Yang Hexuan All my belongings have been taken away, but I did n’t find his boots. Cui Jinge did n’t have it either, so I went to Baiyinglou to find a circle. Sure enough, I fell into the room where he had a drink last night. "

"He has a few IOUs in his boots, about fifty-two, and a paper bag with some powder left. I guess that's what we are looking for. I have given it to Shen Yice, and I will know it tomorrow. What's that? "

Fu Shen: "How can you be sure that this package killed him?"

Yan Xiaohan: "I asked the prostitute who served him that night in Cuijin Pavilion, and the girl said that he used to use medicine in the **** to boost his interest, but then somehow he regained his strength and was more brave than ordinary people. He He also said that he did n’t take the medicine, and he was blameless. There are some common spring medicines in the green building, which can have such an effect. Bacheng is a potent medicine he secretly obtained from other places. "

"That's all?" Fu Shen listened, wondering, "This is a broken thing, why do I have to come back to say it?"

Yan Xiaohan said rightly and confidently: "Don't let me discuss with you in a broken alley the question of whether spring medicine and a man can work? This kind of private conversation between husband and wife should not be in bed at night when no one can say it? "

Fu Shen: "..."

Just now he listened to a string of "aphrodisiacs" with no change in his face; but Yan Xiaohan said so suddenly that he felt a rush of blood straight down his stomach and almost stood up on the spot.

Suddenly, the hand clasped on his waist was tightened. He was pulled towards Yan Xiaohan by a quilt, and the shameless junk repeatedly rubbed his back waist, laughing in a mute tone: "Really merciless ..."

Through two layers of soft quilts, Fu Shen could still feel something standing against his legs.

It's all men, what else doesn't he understand.

He moved uncomfortably, and Yan Xiaohan immediately held him down: "Don't move."

"It's okay for a while," Yan Xiaohan calmly walked down his back. "I won't move you."

When Fu Shen heard the words "I won't move you," she raised her eyebrows delicately.

He did not move any more, and after a while, when Fu Shen's too fast heartbeat subsided, he suddenly felt the air flow over his head slightly shake.

He looked up and asked Yan Xiaohan, "What are you doing?"

Yan Xiaohan calmly replied, "Read the Scriptures."

"..."

Fu Shen endured for a long while, sighed, and finally put his hand into the quilt.

The next morning, Xiao Xun and the two had breakfast together and ate half. They suddenly asked, "General, did you smash something in your house last night? Are you all right?"

Fu Shen was almost strangled by porridge. He guiltyly remembered that the two were fooling around last night. He accidentally threw the wife-in-law on the bed and slammed and stunned half of the people in the yard.

"This is the right thing to ask," Yan Xiaohan licked the wound on the inside of his lips, and grinned painfully as he gasped, "Last night you Hou Yefei asked me to fight, he moved first Hands. "

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