Golden Stage

No way.

When I got back to the inn, closed the door and lit the light, Fu Shen sat in a chair for a while after bathing, and came out after a bit of a cold night, holding him from behind, his chin against his wet hair, and whispered, " Unhappy? "

Fu Shen loosely circled his fingers and felt that he was about to lose his hair when he was sad: "What is this? I don't kill Bo Ren, but Bo Ren dies for me."

Yan Xiaohan said "um".

Fu Shen waited for his following, and waited for no movement. He could not help raising his face slightly: "Are you going to say nothing?"

Yan Xiaohan responded lazily, "What do you think I would say?"

Fu Shen: "Speaking of my wife's benevolence, rushing to carry a scapegoat, you should take everything on yourself."

Yan Xiaohan chuckled: "Since you have something in mind, why should I be verbal? I don't want to say this."

Fu Shen: "What is that?"

"This is not a capital city, there is no Jingning Hou government for you to move." Yan Xiaohan gloated gloatingly, "Hou Ye shot generously, only care for the good charity, did not think that it is all entangled in you?"

Fu Shen: "..."

I didn't expect it! !! !!

"How much money can't help this method ... As the saying goes, a penny stumped the hero," Yan Xiaohan sighed pretendingly: "However, Houye pulls his hair thicker than his lower thighs. Folded for a few meters, eh? "

Fu Shen narrowed his eyes, and was murderous: "Are you shaking again?"

"At this moment," Yan Xiaohan said leisurely, "It's hard to stare at me now. You might as well ask me, maybe I'd like to borrow you a little?"

Fu Shen can be personally experienced what is called Mr. Dong Guo and the wolf. Partially, the big tail wolf of the revenge smiled like a fox, and he kissed him gently and tempted, "Or you can also Sell ​​yourself ... "

"Do not sell yourself," Fu Shen wrapped his fingers around his long hair, turned his head and touched his lips. "Just fortune."

Yan Xiaohan seemed to sigh in distress, bowed and hugged him and walked towards the bed, a little helplessly: "Then please stop by."

Until the sky was twilight outside, the gasp in the curtain fell gradually. Fu Shen was so tired that he fell asleep, and the last thought before sinking into dreamland was to suspect that he had left his mind in the Fox Fairy Temple and did not bring it back.

The **** of **** is not cleaned up by Yan Xiaohan in the end! What's the difference with selling / body!

It was too late to toss the night before, and Yan Xiaohan rarely slept with Fu Shen the next day. When he opened his eyes, Fu Shen was still awake. He slept a little more tamely than usual, and his body was soft, which made people want to pinch his face. Yan Xiaohan stared at him for a while before he didn't wake up, his alertness plummeted, showing that he was really tired.

Yan Xiaohan sympathized with his hard work, refrained from going to get started, and quietly got up, went out after washing, first went to the Qianzhuang in Qifeng County to give the news to King Qi, and agreed to meet in Jingzhou and then from the cabinet With some silver, I took a purse and packed it.

On the way back to the inn, there was an entire street that was sold early. Yan Xiaohan picked and picked, bought some food, and was still warm when I reached the inn. Fu Shen was awakened by the scent of meat buns, and drowsily embraced and sat: "Dream?"

"Well," Yan Xiaohan drank hot water and wiped his face while sitting next to the bed. "Tonight starting today, just eat something to pad your stomach first, and use it later for lunch."

Fu Shendong leaned crookedly on his shoulder, his body warm with the warmth of the quilt, and said dumbly, "Have you gone to Qianzhuang?"

Yan Xiaohan kept moving in his hands: "Yes. How did you guess?"

Fu Shen laughed lazily: "A smell of copper."

Yan Xiaohan deliberately made damage, reached into the quilt, and rubbed it somewhere indescribable: "what do you belong to? I just woke up, and I checked to see if the tail had not been collected ..."

The two were tired for a while, Fu Shen finally woke up, packed up and sat at the table for breakfast. While in Beijing, there were people in the underground, all of whom were holding racks and saying "No food or sleep". There were only two of them in the room at the moment, but there were not so many complicated etiquettes. Fu Shen swallowed a porridge and said, "When are you going to leave to meet King Qi?"

Yan Xiaohan handed him a peeled salted duck egg: "Leave tomorrow. The matter in Xishan Village is settled. This errand is half, and the rest depends on how the government handles it. Are you? Follow me, or Back to Beijing? "

Fu Shenyi went down with chopsticks and pierced a clear butter. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master, am I bringing your family members to a foreign office?"

"Isn't it?" Yan Xiaohan ignored every opportunity to show his identity, emphasizing, "It's really a family member."

His appearance is far away from usual, serious and stupid, but a bit cute, Fu Shen softened: "Okay, sir, I have even thrown the mask, so I can't see anyone, otherwise you will throw me Bring it into the purse and take it to Jingzhou? "

As soon as Yan Xiaohan heard his mocking tone, he knew that there was no drama, and he said unwillingly, "Save people to the end, send the Buddha to the west, my drug addiction is not good, you have to go."

Fu Shen said, "Should I sue you? It's good to treat you. Besides, your drug addiction has been controlled for a long time. Okay, it won't happen. You will know how to play tricks."

Although the tone was scolding, the meaning of pampering and pampering was unobstructed. Yan Xiaohan was soothed by his countless countenance, and he did not feel wronged. He consciously and thoughtfully asked, "Where are you going next? Back to Beiyan ? "

"On the day of the Taoism of the Pure Yang Taoist, I said that I wanted to start the investigation from the southwest," Fu Shen said. "Since all of them have come here, then go down the road and take a look."

Yan Xiaohan immediately became nervous and said flatly: "It's not right, in case the southwest is really the source of Qiu Yebai, you are too dangerous to be alone ..."

Fu Shendao: "Last year, when we talked about the summer, I thought about it later. Although His Majesty was obviously targeting the North Yantieqi, it was also a big warning for the Quartet defenders. As a whole, there is another king with a different surname. He is still the old part of Beiyan. If Qiu Yebai is regarded as a counterattack by the southwest against the court, it is reasonable. At this point, he and I are on the same boat and will not treat How about me, no need to worry. "

Once Fu Shen made his decision, he would only inform it symbolically, and never consult with anyone. Yan Xiaohan knew his character, and felt that his arms could not reach his thighs, so he had no choice but to come down: "What to do over the capital, have you arranged it?"

"He was ill and healed. I found someone to pretend to be me." Fu faintly lipted his lips. "The emperor probably doesn't have time to deal with me now-he's also ill."

The next day, the two packed up the dry grains, tangled, left the inn, and rode away in the direction of Jingzhou.

Fu Shen was going to the southwest and separated from Yan Xiaohan outside Jingzhou to continue westward. Yan Xiaohan rode into the city alone and hit the horse directly to the official station where King Qi settled.

When I met two times, there was no communication. Yan Xiaohan was tortured by autumn nights in Qingfeng County. As soon as King Qi looked at him, he knew that what he said was true, and then he heard the story of Xishan Village. He told all kinds of appalling tragic circumstances. Wait for the bold and ignorant fools! "

Yan Xiaohan said: "In the autumn night, the white mussels are endlessly harmful. Not only the case of Xishan Village, but the reduction of Jingchu's food tax can't be related to it. The local officials did not report it, and the people abandoned the cultivation medicine. His Highness should just use this case to clear up the atmosphere. Autumn nights are forbidden. "

King Qi and they have not been idle in Jingchu these past few days. Yan Xiaohan said that he knew everything. What was missing was the gunfire twister in Xishan Village. Once the case is reported to the court, it is bound to sweep Jingchu off the court.

Before they left Beijing, the queen died and the prince fell out of favor, and the crown prince Cen's father was Jingchu Jieduo's envoy to Cen Hongfang. It can be imagined that the prince was abolished after the Jingzhou case.

King Qi immediately called the Jingzhou prefectural government to meet him, and he was sent to the top. That night, Xishan Village was ended by Lianwo, and all the villagers were escorted to Yefeng County's Yemen for interrogation overnight. Zhifeng County's Zhixian County is not strictly governed, and its own black yarn is difficult to protect. In order to give an account to King Qi, the prefecture of Jingzhou did not dare to let them close the door for trial, so he dared to ask King Qi and the accompanying Feilongwei to cooperate with Jingzhou officials to attend the trial in Jingfeng County.

King Qi was angry, and wanted to see the wicked fufa. Yan Xiaohan was worried that there were still sick people in the villagers, and he was afraid to make trouble, and he persuaded two words. However, King Qi seemed to have taken the scales and iron, and had to personally Go. Yan Xiaohan couldn't help it, so he had to go back to Howling County with him.

When the crowd went out from the official station, there were a lot of pedestrians outside, noisy, and the guard guarded the team for a moment. Yan Xiaohan turned his back to the street and suddenly felt that someone bumped him behind his back.

His first reaction was a hairy thief, who subconsciously grabbed it with his backhand, but emptied it. Then a small purse fell in his palm, and a low magnetic voice was behind him, "This lord, your stuff has dropped."

Yan Xiao chilled his head back and almost flashed his neck.

The man was dressed in black and wore a dipper, covering the upper part of his face, only showing his smooth chin and neck. When he saw him, he raised his lips and smiled slightly, and did not say hello. It's gone.

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

"Sir," his voice called him back to his soul, "you can start."

Yan Xiaohan nodded wildly, turned over, and quietly opened the small purse on the way to see a bag full of crystal clear osmanthus sugar.

Didn't he go to the southwest? !!

In the broad daylight, under the eyes of everyone, it was actually doing such a private relationship.

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