Golden Stage

Fu Shen's sleep was not stable, the medicine had countless side effects, palpitations, nightmares, shortness of breath ... He felt half awake and felt like he was pressing a big stone on his chest, he couldn't move, and he was dizzy. Bed "symptoms.

Fu Shen's consciousness was still sober, he slowed his breath silently, and tried to blink, until his control returned to the limbs and bones, and then stretched out his hand to support the couch to sit up--

But he had forgotten that his legs were real, and he had no consciousness below his knees. His arms and waist and abdomen were working at the same time, but because of the unstable center of gravity, he turned over and "grumbling" planted the bed.

The bed in the bedroom was not high, but there was a foot under it. When Fu Shen fell, his abdomen was kicked by the foot first, and then he fell on his back against the cold floor tile. There was a muffled sound in the back of his head. Black and buzzing.

But before he felt a dull pain, the bedroom door was kicked open, and someone rushed into the house and hugged him. The chilly sleeves of the man still showed the coolness of autumn night, but his palms were hot.

Fu Shen was hugged horizontally, leaning his head against the man's chest, his face clad in a dark blue brocade official robe, with a soft and smooth touch, and a gentle and flat scent of fragrant water flowing through the collar and sleeves. He seemed to be a very familiar person. But suddenly became strange because of being too close.

His hot breath was soaked in thin clothing, and the hot man's body was tense. Then he was put back on the couch, a slightly stiff hand put on his forehead: "Why is my breathing so hot and hot?"

The blurred vision and the pain in his body gradually became clear. Fu Shen recognized him. The first action was to push away the hand: "What are you doing?"

The hurried old servant and the young Feilongwei just heard the ruthless interrogation as soon as they entered the door. They were all in a hurry, and the rumors were true, neither of them was a good stubble.

Yan Xiaohan closed his eyes with no luck and didn't want to have general knowledge with him. He said stiffly, "You have a fever, get up to drink saliva. I will let you take a pulse and prescribe medicine."

Fu Shen closed his eyes and said coldly and warmly: "You don't need to worry about it. Master Yan came to the cold house late at night. What's your opinion?"

Yan Xiaohan walked to the table, scooped up the teapot, poured out half a cup of cool tea, his face slumped immediately, and glanced at the old servant: "That's how you wait?"

Fu Shen said with a headache, "You haven't finished yet ..."

Yan Xiaohan said, "Hou Ye has a lot of money, Qi Ronger waits so indifferently. If he is so inattentive, don't blame this official for reporting your majesty, and come down."

Fu Shen's fingers twitched imperceptibly.

How could the old servant bear such a fright, he knelt down and asked for mercy. Unable to bear the annoyance, Fu Shen finally said, "Okay, thank you, Lord Yan, for managing my servants for me."

Listening to this remark was a bit ironic that he was nosy, Lord Yan went down the donkey along the **** and spit out a "heat exchange water" coldly, and then barely raised his expensive hand and let the person go.

There were only three people left in the room. Yan Xiaohan stood by the bed and looked down at him. The lamp beside the bed was not bright enough. Most of Fu Shen's face was trapped in the shadows. His outline was particularly deep and sharp. It was really pinned and beautiful, and it was so beautiful-it was even a little dazzling.

He smiled, his smile was very hypocritical and sincere: "Hou Yejian is in Emperor's heart, Your Majesty heard that you are returning to Beijing, and he ordered me to bring Taiyi to diagnose the pulse of Hou Ye."

Fu Shenban squinted his eyes and said authenticly: "Thank you for your care, go back and rehearse. I'm fine. I have been diagnosed and treated by the military doctor of the North Yan Army. You don't need to work as a doctor."

The rumors in Beijing were that Jingning Hou Ganggang was self-assertive and refused to eat.

The accompanying Feilongwei medical doctor Shen Yixue took a step forward. Out of the healer's heart, he planned to persuade the stubborn general on behalf of his boss. But Yan Xiaohan immediately raised his hand to stop, and signaled him to wait first. The expression that inadvertently appeared was like dealing with some tricky beasts.

"Your Majesty misses Hou Ye's injury. I waited today to make Her Majesty feel safe," Yan Xiaohan looked at Fu Shen's eyes slowly, and said slowly, "I can win Hou Ye's trust, presumably Bei Yanjun ’s medical doctor Very superb, I am not worried about misdiagnosis, but Houye's injury is very important. Find more doctors to see if there is no harm in the end, what does Houye think? "

Fu Shen raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Yan Xiaohan met that cold iron gaze, and his heart was stunned. Suddenly he had a strange illusion, as if Fu Shen was looking through him and staring coldly at another person.

After a moment, Fu Shen dropped his eyes, gathered a handful of loose hair, stretched out a hand weakly, and signaled Yan Xiaohan to help him up: "Here comes all ... please."

Fu Shen really burned badly. He just fell a bit just now. He hurts everywhere. He is actually not such a delicate person, but Yan Xiaohan saw the senior officials and nobles who "weak willows help the wind" and subconsciously treated him as a fragile vase.

He helped Fu Shen to his feet and sat down beside the bed, fearing that the head of the bed might get hurt, so he stretched out an arm cushion behind him, and slumped his shoulders to prevent him from sliding down. Just because of the move, Fu Shen's hair was scattered again. Yan Xiaohan pinned his hair behind his ears. In this way, Fu Shen put most of his body in his arms—Jingninghou probably felt that this cushion The bedside was soft, and regardless of how abominable Yan Xiaohan himself was, he picked a comfortable place to lie down.

This pose seemed too intimate for "Dead to the Head". Fortunately, Shen Yize only paid attention to Fu Shen's condition, and did not pay attention to the change in his family's perceptiveness. He pulled the quilt intimately and pulled Jing Ning. Hou Yan wrapped it, Jingning Hou relaxed the tight waist under the quilt, and put all the weight on Yan Xiaohan.

"The flesh wound heals very well, and the fever is caused by the external cold. Houye is injured, and his constitution is not as good as before. Be careful not to get cold, and don't use cold things and hair. The bedroom should be protected from cold and humidity, and it will become cold in autumn. , Charcoal pots and smoked cages should get up early ... the most serious injuries are knee bones and tendons, Hou Ye forgive sins, this injury needs to be slowly recuperated for three years and five years, only hope to recover one or two, but ... I'm afraid it will be difficult to walk in the future. "

Shen Yice lowered the trouser legs he pulled up and retracted the pillow: "I wrote the vice prescription for Hou Ye, and first treated the cold. As for the injuries on the legs and feet, they were still treated as Bei Yan military doctors. Discuss with the royal doctors of Tai Hospital, brainstorm, or come up with a better way. "

Fu Shen suddenly took a cool breath: "His… Hello!"

Shen Yice: "Huh?"

"I'm not talking about you," Fu Shen said, moving his shoulder hurt by Yan Xiaohan, politely, "Mr. Shen bothered."

"Don't dare to be," Shen Yice sideways, "I am ashamed of not being able to share the concerns for Hou Ye under the inferior medical skills."

Fu Shen: "It doesn't matter. I know what it is like to hurt myself, do my best, and listen to destiny."

Yan Xiaohan helped him lie down and looked unpredictable. He was born with a gentle and good-looking section, and he could not see from his face that the man who had just blasted the iron-framed General Fu was the air-conditioner.

"Take the prescription to Houfu's subordinates and ask them to decoction. If anyone lacks any medicine to go out and buy it, they will come to my house to get it."

Shen Yice made a ceremony towards Fu Shen and took his orders.

Only two of them were finally left in the room. Yan Xiaohan pulled a round stool and sat down from him: "Your legs ...?"

"Did you just say that, that's it," Fu Shen reached out. "Pour me a glass of water."

Yan Xiaohan frowned: "Cool."

"It's cold, or is it thirsty," Fu Shen said. "Similarly, I have to live with a broken leg. Can I still hang for this?"

Yan Xiaohan was speechless, so he had to spill half a cup of residual tea in the cup and pour a new cup to him: "Your Majesty can't rest assured, and specially let me take someone to check the injury."

Fu Shen: "The elderly can rest assured."

Yan Xiaohan said politely: "I don't think so, can you still breathe?"

Fu Shen looked at him with an expression of "you make troubles without reason".

"I don't think all of this is true," Yan Xiaohan asked. "You really didn't stay behind, or did you deliberately take a break?"

Fu Shen asked: "Why do you think so?"

Yan Xiaohan: "Because you have a clever photo, you should not be able to do such a stupid thing by looking at your face."

"It's true," Fu Shen shook his head. "Bright guns are easy to hide, and dark arrows are difficult to prevent. Do you think I won't make a move? I don't know if you think I'm too mysterious?"

Yan Xiaohan didn't expect his self-evaluation to be so low, and he froze for a moment.

As a young soldier, he made great achievements. Fu Shen's existence seemed to break the "impossible". Jingning Hou and Bei Yan Tieqi are already an undefeated myth in the hearts of many people. This image is too deeply rooted in the hearts of people, even Yan Xiaohan has the illusion.

But he is just an ordinary person. Without three heads, six arms, copper skin and iron bones, the flesh and blood body can hardly resist a huge stone falling from the sky.

"On the way back to Beijing, I was chatting with people in the tea shop and heard them say that a rumor spread in the capital called 'Fu Shuai is in northern Xinjiang, Jingshi Naian sleeping'." Fu Shen sighed, "It's ridiculous, I'm in Beiyan After staying for seven or eight years, he thought that he was successful in building a career and protecting the people. He was so crazy that he forgot everything about his last name. At the end, I realized that not only did I not let my sister-in-law and my sister-in-law fall asleep, even the one who was confused by me Can't sleep ... "

Yan Xiaohan said: "Since you have figured it out, why not just hand over your military power and return home to farm in peace. It's better to be a wealthy idler than to fight on the battlefield or fight in Beijing?"

"Come on," Fu Shen sneered, "Did we both meet each other on the first day? Brother Yan, I thought we could talk about what we did, and you still come with me?"

He whispered: "East Qiang thieves are immortal, and the Dai people look at them with embarrassment. How many people in North Korea have been fascinated by these ten years. If I go now, who will take over Beiyan Iron Riding in the future, who will still be on the border. Take the effort? By the time the soldiers are approaching the city, all the unlucky people will be unlucky ... "

"So what's your concern then?"

Fu Shen raised his eyes sharply.

Yan Xiao said coldly and coldly: "Your Majesty is afraid of you, and the courtiers suspect you, those fools will only follow the wind, and you become like today. Does anyone miss your affection? You have no place to hide, and you have the peace of mind The world-don't you think it's ironic, General Fu? "

The coldness and coldness of this remark were unreasonable, but unexpectedly, Fu Shen didn't have a lip service.

Yan Xiaohan looked at his pensive side face, and suddenly realized clearly that in the past Fu Shen's juvenile, sharp and sharp edge was constantly dim.

Pained by illness, wind, dust, or something else ... and completely passed away.

They are separated by a distance, but more open than before. There is indeed a disagreement between Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen, but it is far from being mutually displeasing in rumors. The two boys met each other. The so-called "dead head" was just a misunderstanding that pushed the boat down the river, one was a soldier with military power in hand, and the other was the confidant of the emperor. The relationship was too good to cause suspicion.

The simple and profound relationship saved a lot of trouble, but also covered up some differences buried under the peace.

The Fu family was illustrious. His father and ancestors died on the battlefield. Loyalty and responsibility are almost ingrained in the bones and blood; and Yan Xiaohan worked hard at his will and stepped on countless people to their present position, unable to understand them. These "just gentlemen" who did not make a profit and even nearly put themselves in.

After all, they are not fellow travellers. The two may have their own hearts, but they did not expect that the fork in the road would be so unexpected that they would have to pay such a large price. 2k novel reading network