Golden Stage

Yan Xiaohan stood holding him quietly for a while, not only wanted to give him a reliance, but also was afraid he was too hurt, so he patted Fu Shen's shoulder, and made a joke on purpose: "Houye, are you crying? Don't I coax you? "

Of course, Fu Shen couldn't indulge himself in the depression for too long, but when he rarely hangs on others, he will be a little unwilling to get up at one and a half moments, and said mutely, "Go away. Is there alcohol in the house? ? Have two drinks with me. "

His tone was not like a couple asking each other, but like an old man calling his son to relieve boredom. Yan Xiaohan couldn't help crying and laughing, just about to blurt out and say, "You can't drink," and suddenly thought about it, if you could use alcohol to sorrow and give him a chance to vent, it would be better than suffocating everything in his heart.

"Yes." He simply said, "Wait a minute, I'll let someone get it."

Fu Shen looked up suddenly: "Did you take the wrong medicine? You speak so well!"

Yan Xiaohan raised an eyebrow and pressed closer to ask: "Don't I have a hard time speaking before? You touch your conscience and say, when did you ask me that I didn't promise you?"

His tall figure gradually approached, but unexpectedly there was no sense of oppression. Fu Shen stretched out a finger against his slowly lowering chest, and smiled slightly: "I thought I had to get a little bit of wine to get a sip of wine. Since you are so considerate and considerate, that would be better."

Yan Xiaohan asked indifferently: "What are the benefits?"

Fu Shen but smiled.

Yan Xiaohan said: "Good intentions are not good, Hou Ye, this is not like a gentleman."

Fu Shen asked: "What do you want?"

"I'm so sensible and so proactive," he pointedly pointed Fu Shen's leg with his knee, "shouldn't you give me a bigger sweetness?"

Fu Shen glanced down at him three roads, and grinned with a disgusting smile: "Yo, spring is here."

Yan Xiaohan was not ashamed, but was proud of it. He became even more intrusive, and said something close to his ear, which made Fu Shen smirk: "You are here. It's just to see if your third leg is with you Bone is as hard-say it first, don't cry if you break it. "

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

"Well, there is a thief and no thief, you have to remember," Fu Shen reached out and squeezed his chin, kissed his lips, and said lazily, "It is better to lie flat, uncle, you want 'fairy' desire "Dead, what do you know?"

"This man."

The male voice is low and not as charming as the female voice, but from his mouth, don't have a sense of ecstasy. Yan Xiaohan's eyes were so deep that he kept being ridiculed and whispered softly, "I have three legs, so you have the third leg ..."

The atmosphere faded away instantly, Fu Shen didn't hold back, and almost hand pumped him, but Yan Xiaohan took advantage of his unpreparedness, and turned him on the back of the chair, kissed him well.

It wasn't until the long kiss was over and Fu Shen gasped for a head that he said in a light breath: "Not now, but I want you."

His mask of gentle restraint seemed to have finally broken open, revealing his desire to possess desires inside. The desire ’was not good-looking, but it was his truest form.

Fu Shen couldn't keep his chest up and down, and he felt that his legs were soft when he was sitting. He said what he wanted, and the thief didn't die. Sooner or later, you cried and said, "No."

But he said, "All right, all for you ... good brother, get up, crush me."

Yan Xiaohan found that every time Fu Shen was embarrassed, he would use various excuses to drive him away. This little discovery pleased him inexplicably, and then let go of Fu Shen with satisfaction, and went out to ask for wine for him.

Fu Shen listened to his footsteps briskly, and raised his hand to touch his sore and hot lips, and smiled unconsciously.

He is a very reliable person, and he has never been able to comfort others. For the first time, I became a party who learned to feel safe, and found that there was someone who could rely on, and it was both wonderful and unspeakable.

Not to mention he is currently pretending, even if Fu Shen's leg injury is actually healed, he can't be too burdensome in a short time ... But the two big-blooded men are tired and cramped together all day, and their ears are unavoidable. Reaction, do we have to endure such "respectful guests" for two or three years?

Think about it this way, so that it doesn't seem impossible to him ...

When Yan Xiaohan gave Fu Shen a drink, he always felt that he had no deep meaning in his eyes, as if he had picked up money on foot, and that money was still Fu Shen's.

Liquor is not strong, and the fragrance is pleasant. Fu Shen drank the glass of Chinese wine in one sip, praised "good wine", and said, "This wine is unusually hard to see. Master Yan is the official ... I don't usually receive less. Is there respect for the people below? "

It is common to clear the relationship on the officialdom, and to work up and down, not to mention the high weight of the door such as Feilongwei. Yan Xiaohan neither shy away nor admits it, only saying: "Have respect for Hou Ye, how dare you use ordinary drinks, of course, you must choose the best."

Fu Shen threw a pine nut into his mouth and suddenly said, "Although the wine is good, it is not good."

Yan Xiaohan was not as brash as he was, and only drank slowly, saying, "I would like to know the details."

Fu Shen glanced at him with a smile: "The best wine I ever drank was in a small town near Beiyan. The wine is strong enough, and the boss and the wife are very nice."

Yan Xiaohan was stomped on his tail and said sourly, "Is it better to drink or to be a boss?"

That posture seemed to be saying "Dare you try to come out of the wall in front of me".

Fu Shen: "Chen Jiu is an old man. Recalling the past, alcohol is not drunk."

Yan Xiaohan suddenly wanted to break up: "Do you have any past with her?"

He did not expect that Fu Shen would encounter the possibility of picking moons. The vast sea of ​​people, how can two people with different paths meet so easily? Yan Xiaohan has never been wronged by this matter. In his heart, even if Caiyue was finally released, but his fault had been committed, Fu Shen had broken with him, and no matter how to remedy, he could not pretend that the knife behind him never existed. Too.

Fu Shen saw that Yan Xiaohan hadn't comprehended yet, but he didn't pick out. He was a little bit stubborn in this matter, as if he caught Yan Xiaohan's secret love for his little braids, and always couldn't help tempting secretly, not only looking forward to his expression after the story broke, but also wanting him to admit to himself .

"Fun for you. I have so many past things, which one is missing you?" Fu Shendeng squeezed his apprentice's cheek, "Neither is hello. You are best."

Yan Xiaohanming knew that sweet words could not be trusted, but he could not help but follow the hair and was coaxed into submission.

The two wine cups made a crisp sound, and Fu Shen drank it. Yan Xiaohan saw him pinch the dishes: "Be careful, it's not like drinking this way."

Fu Shen lazily said, "Rest assured. Ben Hou has a good drink. If you are afraid that I drink too much, I will go to the guest room to sleep at night."

"Don't you feel bad to say that, Hou Ye," Yan Xiao said coldly, "when did you let the guest room go in since the first day you came?"

Fu Shen said: "... you are too conscious."

Yan Xiaohan: "Huh."

"It ’s true that the bigger the child is, the more uncontrollable it is," Fu Shen pretended to sigh, "What did you say 'favorite me' before, now you know 'hum'."

Yan Xiaohan broke power in an instant.

You and I were naive enough to say a word to each other, and finally, when the wine was still fresh, and I was awake, I talked about the pure Yang Taoism.

"Follow me down. I'm not assured that the person behind him doesn't come out." Fu Shen said, "Not only because of my uncle's affairs, but also because he was afraid that he could not be assassinated once, and he wanted to do it again. There is also" Bai Lu San " If you don't control it, sooner or later it will bring disaster. "

Yan Xiaohan: "If the person is not there, you will not be trapped in the capital."

"Everyone in that position will jealous of me," Fu Shen said. "It's the same with you. This is not the key, the key is that the princes are hard to be a big job. Don't forget that the old neighbors are still staring at us. Although the emperor is seriously suspicious, but he is serious about the border His attitude towards things has always been tough. Right now, only he can control the neighboring countries of the Quartet. "

"Not counting the princes, King Jin and King Qi are all close to Wen Chen. Think about it, which of the Quartet generals, the five Beijing camps, and your embargo was not firmly held by the emperor?"

"Once the throne changes, no matter who is ultimately in power, it is impossible to get the support of most courtiers in a short time. It is difficult to guarantee that foreigners will not take advantage of it. When the North Yantie rides the brunt, who can I justify?"

Yan Xiaohan also thought: "Now Chunyang is dead, in which direction are you going to track?"

"Southwest." Fu Shen took a sip of wine. "I used to say that Chunyang's behavior was like the old part of the old father. When he fought in the northern Xinjiang with his old father and uncle, he is still alive. Only the King of Xiping County is left. . "

Yan Xiaohan: "King Duanhong of Xiping County?"

"Well," Fu Shen said, "the only one in the dynasty who named the county king with a different surname. When Yuan Tai settled northern Xinjiang in the second year, he was also under the command of my grandfather, and later transferred to the southwest for ten years. I heard that he and his father I have a deep friendship with my uncle, and I may still have an impression of what happened. "

Yan Xiaohan said: "You said earlier that the Taoist Taoist is just a **** in the game. Wang Yuan of Xiping County is in the southwest, and it is reasonable to say that it is difficult to operate a large-scale force in Beijing. This should not have anything to do with him. "

Fu Shen sighed: "If I know who has something to do with it, do I need to borrow alcohol to sorrow? I can't think of anyone else who is so concerned about Beiyan Tieqi. You can reflect on it, Bai Lusan's source can't be found. What do you eat on Dragonfly? "

Yan Xiaohan noticed that he had some signs of getting drunk—because it was quite unreasonable at first, he put down the cup and took the jug. He planned to let Fu Shen wash and sleep.

Who knows, reaching out, the pot is empty!

For the time spent speaking, Yan Xiaohan didn't pay attention to the frequency of his toast, and Fu Shen drank most of the pot of wine without a word.

Yan Xiaohan's scalp was numb, and he secretly prayed that Fu Shen's wine would be better, and he should never go crazy while drunk. It wasn't him who persuaded him, but Fu Shen really started to fight, and he couldn't beat it.

Liquor surged up, his head was dull, and Fu Shen's eyes were half-stunned. Quietly, Yan Xiaohan changed his clothes and bathed him. Until the bed, he was very well behaved and docile.

Yan Xiaohan's heart gradually let go. While he was relieved, he felt that there was no "drinking disorder" link, which was a little irritating.

Before he could finish this idea, the drunk suddenly whispered to him, Yan Xiaohan didn't understand, and leaned in and asked, "Why--"

As soon as I heard it, the sky turned round.

By the time he came back, Fu Shen had been pressed inside the bed. The man on his body supported his hands on both sides of his head, and looked down at him happily.

Yan Xiaohan quickly reached out and hugged his waist: "Be careful of your legs! Don't kneel, go down!"

Fu Shen was strangled by his arms, changed from a kneeling position to a lying face, and planted into his neck, but still refused to give up, he had to get up and look at his face.

Yan Xiaohan said helplessly: "Jing Yuan, don't make trouble ..."

"Akan."

He froze for a moment, thinking he had heard it wrong, and asked incredulously, "What do you call me?"

"Ahan," Fu Shen kissed gently on the tip of his nose and moved to the corner of his lips, "Ahan ..."

These two words are more useful than spirits, Yan Xiaohan just felt that his whole body was about to burn.

Who knows Fu Shen has the next sentence, although vaguely hoarse, but his voice is full of love: "... don't move, be good, my brother hurts you."

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