Golden Stage

Yan Xiaohan had a thousand words in his heart, but it seemed that his throat was blocked by a ball of cotton. He was so strong that he almost suffocated the person in his arms. The three souls and seven souls didn't know where they flew. The whole person was numb. After a long time, his consciousness gradually recovered, and Fu Shen felt softly behind him. Soothe the air.

With the rhythm of the pat, his heartbeat gradually slowed. A voice emerged from the bottom of his heart, and Yan Xiaohan complied with his heart and naturally said that sentence.

"I miss you."

The cotton ball finally loosened, Yan Xiaohan regained control of his throat, but he may still be unskilled, and his voice was hoarse: "It has been a whole year since I left Jingzhou City ..."

"I know," Fu Shen's whole heart was twitching, his eyes were hot, and he thought he might be shameful today: "... I'm counting my life."

"It's only been half a year since we got married ..." Yan Xiaohan breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't dare to work hard, as if he finally got rid of the nightmare, escaped the pain, and was cautious with fear: "This year is so long, it's faster than my life Long. "

"I can't wait for you to recapture Beijing and calm down the world, so I will come to you by myself. In the future, even if I can only serve as a **** for Hou Ye—"

He gritted his teeth, as if swallowing all the pain in the long night, saying, "I will never leave you half a step."

Fu Shen was sullen in his neck, and whispered, and at the end he said very broadly: "Okay. I won't leave every step. After that, Ben Hou will go to war, and you will sit on Ben Hou's leg to watch the war, how?"

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

Can you still feel sad for a while!

As long as he can talk, it proves that his most excited time has passed and he has become a conscious and normal person. Fu Shen relaxed a little, looked at his face, reached out and wiped off the drops of water on his eyelashes, and suddenly smiled, "Why didn't you ever call me?"

Yan Xiaohan froze.

He didn't dare.

I'm afraid that everything in front of me is like countless midnight dreams, infinitely gentle, but as soon as I open, I will wake up suddenly, leaving only room full of silence, a single shadow, and a lonely pillow.

Fu Shen smiled, "Huh?"

This is true right now, a warm and lively, sweetheart who can do things and scold others.

Yan Xiaohan closed his eyes, and a drop of water on his eyebrow froze and slipped, as if draining all his courage.

"King Yuan."

Fu Shen took his hand and pressed heavily on the acupuncture point in Hukou, and at the same time responded, "Huh."

This "um" and the sharp stabbing pain on the back of the hand reached Tianling Gai, refreshing himself, Yan Xiaohan was excited by his stun, and his eyes widened.

wake up.

He is still there.

Fu Shen retracted his hand as if nothing had happened, and said: "Okay? Let's go now, is there anyone on the other side of the river?"

Yan Xiaohan quickly grabbed him with his eyes, and lowered his voice: "Hou Ye, can you let your people avoid it?"

Fu Shen: "Huh? What?"

Yan Xiaohan: "I want to kiss you, now, I can't wait."

Fu Shen: "... you open your eyes and see, is it appropriate?"

Yan Xiaohan said frankly, "What you said, what you want, what I give, I want to kiss you."

The feeling just now was uncontrollable, and the accompanying soldiers couldn't wait to extend their necks by eight feet and put them into rabbit ears. If this time he let him kiss, Fu Shenfei would have to sweep the floor with dignity. He coughed, but the momentum was involuntarily short. "You owe it first, you are so sensible, don't be arrogant."

Yan Xiaohan narrowed his eyes when he heard the words. For a moment, it seemed that heaven and earth were all in the smile, and even Fu Shenjian's heart was turbulent: "You ... forget, how many people are opposite? Leader Who is it? "

"I took a dozen people to explore the road first, and the army was still behind." Yan Xiaohan shook him without hesitation: "The leader is General Zhao Xicheng."

"General Zhao, that's easy," Fu Shen suddenly remembered, "Well? So how did you follow?"

Yan Xiaohan touched his nose, embarrassingly, "I'm not longer than soldiers. This time, I asked the emperor for his face, and only took the position of a prisoner."

Fu Shen laughed out of shamelessly: "You can't escape, just let your life go."

Yan Xiaohan looked at him helplessly and indulgently. Fu Shen beckoned a general and gave him his waistband: "Go to the opposite bank, bring this to General Zhao, and tell him that the North Yantie is riding in Tangli , I detained the prisoner for him and let him live a few days. "

Yan Xiaohan: "Jing Yuan ..."

"Ah, I heard it." Fu Shen took his hand without hesitation, and turned his head to the stunned general: "Welcome General Zhao to sit here and discuss how to fight Chang'an City."

He rode with Yan Xiaohan and rushed back to Tangli Town. Returning to the civilian house temporarily hosted by Bei Yanjun, Fu Shen kicked open a room door, pushed Yan Xiaohan away, and ordered the soldiers behind him: "Have hot water in the basin."

This is Fu Shen's residence. It's unusually rude. There is only one party and a broken table. There are messy paper and pencil objects on the table, and there is a wooden wheelchair in the corner.

Yan Xiaohan saw the wheelchair, his pupils narrowed, but he didn't speak. At this time, Fu Shen walked in and pulled out a bag from the bag: "Take off your wet clothes, don't keep cold. Wear my make-up first ..."

The voice didn't fall, and suddenly there was a hug behind him, Yan Xiaohan asked in his ears deeply: "Master Hou, can I kiss you now?"

Fu Shen made a clever move. He pressed him on his back with three strokes, five strokes, and two strokes. He unconsciously touched his chin: "So urgent?"

With a bang, the door opened, and Yu Qiaoting rushed in, screaming loudly: "General, I heard you got a beauty in the river ..."

Fu Shen: "..."

The posture of both of them was very detrimental, and General Yu's eyes were going to be blind. The "beauty" pressed by Jing Ninghou on the bed and unable to resist has narrowed his eyes, his eyes are as knives, and his spirit is overflowing. Fu Shen straightened slightly and asked softly, "Qing Heng, what did you just say?"

General Yu deserved to have met the world, and Su Rong replied, "General, I heard that you picked up a lady in the river. You continue, and you will get off at the end."

After that, he went away with his tail clipped like a burnt ass.

"This **** ..." Fu Shen shook his head and sneered, his neckline suddenly tightened, and he had to bend down as he returned to his mind: "What's wrong?"

Yan Xiaohan, like an angry puffer fish, asked angrily: "He entered your room, why didn't he knock on the door?"

Fu Shen: "..."

Before he could cry out, Yan Xiaohan blocked his lips firmly.

The lips soaked by the river were a bit cold and soft, but they soon became fierce, with a little bit of force to eat. Fu Shen stepped back and forth, but was clasped his back waist and the back of his head, and finally the hand on the side of Yan Xiaohan's ear was cramped with awkward posture. He mixed garlic under his feet and fell on Yan Xiaohan's chest. The lips and teeth were finally forced to separate. Immediately afterwards, Yan Xiaohan hugged him on the edge of the bed and rolled it half a circle. He pressed his back and pressed his lips again.

The familiar breath shrouded, Fu Shen was dizzy and dizzy by his parents, his breath was rapid, and he was vaguely saying, "You vinegar ..."

Yan Xiaohan let out a chuckle from his throat, and then he took it away and no longer attacked. He just pecked and kissed his lips gently, and was about to speak. There was a sudden knock on the door outside, and the soldiers were outside the door. "General, hot water is coming!"

Fu Shen sat up, glanced at the vinegar jar that had been picked up from the water, rolled into a messy bed, threatened to point him, got up to open the door, and received a large basin of hot water. Yan Xiaohan consciously moved a small bench to follow, Fu Shen rolled up his sleeves and tried the water temperature, and said, "OK, come here to wash. I'll look at the door for you."

Yan Xiaohan unbuttoned the belt silently, took off the wet clothes, exposed a white bandage on the corner of his shoulder, Fu Shenyuguang glanced at him, and immediately reached out and held him: "What happened, where did you hurt?"

"It's okay, I accidentally broke a piece of skin, and it is estimated that it's already crusted." Yan Xiaohan said, "Medical doctors are fussed, I have to make me bandage."

Fu Shen was not assured: "Turn over and let me see."

Yan Xiaohan sat obediently on his back and sat down on the low stool, with his upper body naked, and wiped his body with a wet towel. Fu Shen carefully removed the bandage on his shoulder, and saw a bright red wound cut by a sharp blade and over three inches long across the smooth skin. Although healed in the closing, there was only a thin layer of palate, which seemed to be present at any time. May be cracked.

Fu Shen battled the Quartet far more than this serious injury. This kind of injury fell on himself. He was afraid that he would not even frown, but now the scar was lying on Yan Xiaohan's shoulder, but he was a while. After a while, my heart tightened.

For a moment of silence, he touched his dry fingertips on the redness and swelling where the edge of the wound did not heal. "Does it hurt?"

Yan Xiaohan smiled: "If I say it hurts, is there any sugar to eat?"

Fu Shen murmured unclearly, and suddenly lowered his head. Yan Xiaohan just felt a soft and warm touch staying on the wound for a while, the new tender meat was extremely sensitive, and a little itching was like a flame encountering hot oil and dry wood, and it was sweeping all over the body. His limbs and bones were all on the brink of trembling, and his voice was instantly dumb: "King Yuan ... what are you doing?"

"Take your bath," Fu Shen straightened up, raised his hand and slap gently on his bare / naked spine, and casually counted: "Do n’t dare to jump into the river with an injury, just in case of foaming Now, you will cry. "

Yan Xiaohan couldn't bear to throw the towel into the basin, but Fu Shen drew the towel from his hand, dipped it in hot water, wiped it slowly along the back of his neck, and whispered: "Don't move . "

If it were not for him, Yan Xiaohan's status as a small court in the south of the Yangtze River, such a chore of going to the front line would not be his turn anyway.

This injury was deeply suffered by Fu.

"Distressed?" Yan Xiaohan gradually came to understand. If he had a tail behind him, I'm afraid he would go up into the sky now: "This little injury can change you for a kiss, then ..."

Fu Shen said, "Do you dare to continue?"

"Dare, dare not," Yan Xiaohan turned to his side, staring at him with a smile, "I know Houye is in distress, I must be more careful in the future."

Fu Shen looked at him suspiciously, predicting that he might have the following.

Sure enough, Yan Xiaohan cleverly grabbed his wrist, lowered his head and pecked on the back of his hand, raised his eyes and whispered: "I can't bear to make you feel bad."