Golden Stage

Yuantai's 26-year Wanshou feast started with Baiguan Heshou and Wanmin Tongle, and ended with the emperor's fainting and queen's abortion.

Yan Xiaohan was anxious to go back to handle the case and could only send Fu Shen to Dongshengmen. He asked the **** to go out and ask the Yan family to wait at the gate of the palace. While no one was around, he hugged him and told him: "This case doesn't know when to go to trial. You don't have to wait for me at night. You Go to bed early. "

Fu Shen was probably still thinking about what had just happened. The expression on his face was not easy, and he nodded when he heard it.

Yan Xiaohan also said, "I don't think you just eaten well at the palace feast. Go back and eat something. Don't be hungry. Don't forget to take medicine."

Fu Shen finally withdrew from his thoughts and pulled Yan Xiaohan's collar to pull him in front of him. Rather than being a kiss, he banged on his lips. Yi pointedly said: "Young, not good to learn. Mother, shut me down, don't allow me. "

Really winking for the blind. Yan Xiaohan laughed and laughed. He said that he was usually afraid of falling in his mouth and holding it in his hands, and he was afraid of falling. This baby Houye didn't appreciate it, so he should be able to get out of bed for three days, so that he can realize the value of his mother Learn to be content.

The two had only a few words to save, and the **** over there returned to life. Yan Xiaohan watched him disappearing outside the palace door, and the smile on his face gradually cooled. When he put on a pair of iron hearts and turned back to the North Prison, he became the cruel and enlightened master.

As soon as Fu Shen returned to Yan's government, he locked himself in the house and told him not to disturb him. People noticed that he was in a bad mood, and no one dared to persuade him. Until the evening, someone dared to knock on the door and asked him to eat. He said tremblingly that if he didn't eat, the master would be angry if he knew it.

As soon as this word came out, Du Leng felt worse. Fu Shen, the most powerful person, hates others to threaten him, not to mention a severe Xiaohan, even if the King of Heaven comes, it is not easy to use.

Sure enough, Fu Shen said coldly in the room, "I'll give you faces, right?"

The maid with the meal was scared to kneel, tears in her eyes, and it was neither walking nor walking. Du Leng couldn't bear it, and was about to send him away. Suddenly he heard Fu Shen said, "... forget it, bring it in."

Huh? !!

As a North Yan's military doctor, Du Leng knew what Fu Shen was doing. He said in the military that once he started his temper, it would be the thunder of the thunder and the six relatives would not recognize him. Under Jaeger-LeCoult, few people dared to stand up to their front. This temper is okay when it comes to business, and it seems extraordinarily inadequate in daily life. Du Leng had been thrown out of his camp by the collar because he forced him to take medicine. It is really impossible to imagine that the man who gave up after only one sentence was the Jingning Hou he knew.

Fu Shen actually had no appetite, but as soon as he heard the maid said "the master would be angry", he remembered that Yan Xiaohan said to him that "I was the first time I liked someone so much."

He likes himself so much, what's the point of giving him a step or two? The manly husband, when he encountered an unpleasant incident outside, came back to his family \ 'wife and children to anger, is that still a man?

Heroes have been sad about beauty since ancient times, but this is the case.

The palace was busy until late at night, and the emperor woke up in the afternoon, dragging her sick body to the empress and Yang Yan. What exactly caused the emperor to be so angry, the secret secret is unknown to outsiders, Yan Xiaohan heard it clearly, and even a little regretted why he didn't clean up the prince smoothly.

However, after this battle, the prince's favor was afraid that it would be completely lost.

The progress of Feilongwei did not go well. The Qingxuan concept was copied to the sky. Everyone who had contact with the director of Chunyang Road on weekdays was investigated one by one, but the source of the poison and the motive for the assassination were still a fog. The director of Chunyang Road was like a clamshell with a tight seam, intimidating to induce severe torture to take turns, but he didn't spit out a word.

Yan Xiaohan said in his heart that Feilongwei would become the next Jinwuwei. He was thinking, Tang Guo stepped out of the execution room and washed his hands indifferently. He carefully washed the pale and thin ten fingers one by one, and raised his eyes to Yan Xiaohan: "A man has gone half his life, and if he doesn't speak again tomorrow, I can't help it."

"Get here today, let me think again," Yan Xiaohan groaned. "I always think that he still has a weird body. It doesn't seem to be directed at the Yang family ... Qingxuanguan has been passed on in Beijing for decades. The incense is at its peak. As a monk, he is not a good man. What is He He doing in Chaotang? "

Tang Guo will only peel, not analyze, listening to his question blankly, with the same doubtful look.

Yan Xiaohan: "... forget it, go back and rest, and try again tomorrow."

It was late at night when he got home, and the palace was asleep, and the sleepy goalkeeper opened the door with a lamp. Yan Xiaohan walked lightly into the yard, and the outside vigil heard the movement, stood up and waited for him to change his clothes, and whispered to him the situation in the afternoon in the government.

Yan Xiaohan remembered that Fu Shen was okay when he left the palace, wondering as he tried to open the door silently. As soon as I stepped on one of my feet, a cold voice came across the room, asking, "Come back?"

Yan Xiaohan's tense movement relaxed, walked to the table and lit the light: "Why haven't you slept?"

He turned to look at the candlelight that was not very bright, and saw that Fu Shen was wearing a thin coat and leaning on the head of the bed, his quilt covering his legs, his eyes narrowed slightly due to the sudden light, and the thin silhouette was strange. Sense of fragility and decadence.

"Can't sleep," Fu Shen said, "how is it in the palace?"

Yan Xiaohan didn't answer his question, took off his shoes and went to bed. The first thing was to pull up the quilt and wrap him tightly: "I won't sleep in this meditation in the middle of the night. Can a piece of clothes exhaust your elderly?"

Spring night in March was still very cold. The quilt was cold. Yan Xiaohan touched it, and hugged him, shaking the quilt to cover both of them. Fu Shen was like a wild cat who found her nest, but she didn't return her mouth when she was counted, her head crooked, and she rested on Yan Xiaohan's shoulder.

"Say, can't you fall asleep, or is there something in your heart?" Yan Xiaohan hunched his waist with one hand and the other hand pinned his messy long hair behind his ears. "Listen to someone who said you were in a bad mood in the afternoon, who provoked you? Unhappy, eh? "

Fu Shen closed his mouth tightly. He felt that he needed a gap to talk to, but he hadn't complained to anyone for too long and had forgotten how to speak. There are thousands of words in my heart, but I don't know where to start.

For an adult man who is accustomed to carrying a responsible back, confession is more difficult than dissecting his chest.

Yan Xiaohan didn't urge him. He blasted out the lamp, and darkness became the best hiding place, letting him slowly take off his defense.

For a long time, Fu Shen whispered, "How is the queen?"

"A glass of poisonous wine," Yan Xiaohan said calmly, "externally said that he had lost too much blood and died without treatment."

In the dark, Fu Shen seemed to smile: "Also, it is impossible for the emperor to keep her alive."

Yan Xiaohan: "You know?"

Fu Shen: "Well. The queen is not pregnant with dragons. The emperor no longer set foot in Kuning Palace. At that time, he understood the situation at the first glance. Otherwise, he would not be anxious and stunned."

Yan Xiaohan's voice was astringent: "You ..."

Fu Shen admitted frankly: "I did."

"..."

Yan Xiaohan almost jumped out of the bed just as he was stomped on his tail, and later reacted to Fu Shen's meaning. He slap in his arm with a smirk: "How fast is the answer! The queen abortion is you You did it, the queen's pregnancy was not yours! Don't you say such ambiguous words to a family member! Do you want to scare me? "

Fu Shen rubbed his aching arm, secretly suspected that he had been abandoned, and was shocked, but the heavy yin yin was strangely scattered due to Yan Xiaohan's reaction.

"Well, let me repeat. The queen gave birth to Wanshou Ban, which was already designed by my people." Fu Shen said, "She usually has a medicine in her diet. It can be taken alone, but it is cool with wine. Blood stasis. The queen conceived in March and her fetal image was unstable. She drank a few glasses of wine at the feast and immediately gave birth.

Yan Xiaohan never expected that there would still be such hidden feelings: "You planted a manpower near the queen? When will it happen?"

"It wasn't deliberately inserted, it was a long story," Fu Shen asked. "Do you remember the little **** I saved at the polo game a few years ago?"

"He was later assigned to the Kunning Palace to do sweeps and diversions, and with the skill of combing his hair, he got the eyes of the queen. After I returned to Beijing, he handed me a message from the palace saying that it was between the queen and a guard. Be personal. "

"He wanted to repay and revenge for me. About a month ago, he sent a message again saying that the queen seemed to be pregnant. But the emperor had not been fortunate in Kuning Palace for several months, and the child could not keep it. But the queen But he didn't want to, and even wanted to seduce the emperor to stay during the Longevity Festival in order to make it true. "

"I thought then, they couldn't just be so cheap."

He had split his heart and soul in the heavy rain, and had promised that he would return in the future.

The court was wide and the eyes were wide. The queen wore a green hat to the emperor, but Yuan Taidi still swallowed for his face, and pinched his nose to recognize the wild species, which made him extremely faint. How does this taste compare to the humiliation of marriage that day?

And once the prince's biological mother had such scandals, the good life of the prince would follow.

Tooth for tooth, eye for eye, blood debt and blood compensation, not to mention Yuan Taidi's actions are thousands of times deeper than Fu. He was invited by Yuan Taidi to watch this elaborate farce, and his heart should have been full of revenge, wishing that Yuan Taidi had died early and was good, but the world was unpredictable, and a pure Yang Dao had been killed at the Wanshou feast.

At the moment of death, Fu Shen saved Yuan Taidi's life.

It was so sudden that he didn't have time to think. All the actions were instant subconscious reactions. When he finally understood what he had done, everything was a foregone conclusion.

Suddenly, Fu Shen realized that the biggest harlequin in this farce was actually himself.

The author has something to say: 的 A little explanation about this chapter:

General Fu is actually a very ethical person (really ethical, not a joke). In fact, he doesn't like to play such private schemes like medicine. But as soon as the truth was revealed at that time, he was so mad that he decided to take the matter out of nowhere. But he was essentially a young man with loyalty and patriotism (with the limitations of the times), subconsciously rescued the emperor, and then thought why would I save him? Are you sick? Am I panicking? To stand and stand? So I fell into depression.

Another thing is that although he feels that although the empress and prince are not things, the child is actually innocent. This revenge method is a bit overdone, and does not conform to his usual principles of life, so he gets into the horns of self-aversion.

The character of the protagonist is like this, not completely positive, and I have been trying to restore the historical limitations of him. A non-rebirth through an indigenous man who has no golden fingers, no external plug-in and no system may have some forward-looking, but Does not have (excessive) vision beyond the times.

So please do n’t take this article as a cool text. Although our protagonist has tortured a confession by torture and kills people without blinking, they are like authors in their hearts.

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