Golden Stage

On the sixth day of July, Yan Xiaohan took part in the trip day and night, shrugged in a storm, and broke into the Southwest Army station.

He was brought in with a knife holder around his neck. Duan Guihong was so anxious that when he heard that the imperial court was running into the camp at night, he was so angry that he wouldn't hit a spot. He jumped like a thunder: "You still have a face!"

"Jing Yuan is with you, isn't it?" Yan Xiaohan seemed to not feel the knife on his neck, striding towards Duan Guihong: "What about others?"

The soldier was afraid that he would hurt Duan Guihong, and he held the knife and said, "Stop!"

The sharp blade shattered the neck, the blood meandered straight down, and the neckline became red in an instant. Yan Xiaohan's eyes were red, and he took off all his swords and daggers and threw them on the ground. He was anxious, and the words he spoke were almost begging: "If you want to kill you, let me take care of it, Lord, let me see him."

Duan Guihong was so surprised that Yan Xiaohan was anxious to do this, shouldn't he? Are n’t the two of them in disagreement with each other? Is it true that marriage and true affection have come?

He frowned and asked, "Who sent you? Emperor?"

"Xue Sheng addressed the emperor to secretly remove Jing Yuan. I was not in Beijing. I came from Jinling after receiving the news from Gongzhong's eyeliner."

The frost and fatigue of his face could not lie to people. From east to west, they were thousands of miles away. Yan Xiaohan took less than two days and didn't close his eyes all the way. If this can't be counted as a sincerity, then he can only die to show Duan Guihong on the spot.

"Master Wang, the assassination of Wanshouyan was investigated by Feilongwei. I know that Chunyang is yours, and that Bai Lusan flows from the southwest. Jing Yuan never concealed your relationship with me." Yan Xiao Han tried to calmly and calmly, "Otherwise I won't find it directly. You can't harm him, because he has nails buried by the emperor."

"Is the dog emperor directed?" Duan Guihong was only vaguely skeptical at first, but was now confirmed by Yan Xiaohan. He was suddenly angry and went straight to his chest: "Okay, I have killed him, and my son has harmed him again. Fu Shen ’s last life was Destroyed the door of his grandson's house, and should they be so miserable in this life? "

With his marvelous achievements and scars, he was not as good as the petty minister's words in front of the emperor. Fu Shen fought Da Zhou for a lifetime, and ended up like this.

It hurts everything, so if you think about it, what is his twenty years?

Loyalty and loyalty are trampled on, and deep friendship is used to disappoint.

Duan Guihong snarled, the fire was gone, and the boundless coldness and tragicness immediately became involved. He stood there for a moment, like a lion who finally realized that he was old. When he spoke again, the door was lowered: "Go back, you don't need to see it, just let him die."

"In the future ... don't drag him down again."

The pain of Yan Xiaohan's liver and gall bladder has not yet dissipated. He is actually not so sober. The spirit of the whole person is supported by this pain. He is as polite and as gentle as possible to Duan Guihong. But when he said the last sentence, Yan Xiaohan couldn't bear it.

"Who actually dragged him down like this, does Wang have no idea at all?"

"What qualifications do you have for him?" He stared at Duan Guihong coldly, saying something sharper than a knife: "Why did he come to the southwest front and why did the emperor kill him ... not all Is it because of you? King of Xiping County. "

"If it weren't for the emperor's face three or two times, how could you be so wary? If it wasn't for the sake of you, why would Jingyuan be dragged on for three months and he didn't want to go to war, causing the emperor to be suspicious ?! With a rare look on his face, he asked aggressively, "The Lord is so distressed and respectful of Yuan Yuan, he never thought about it. Well, why does the emperor suddenly want his life?"

Duan Guihong was bewildered by his successive problems. He had only seen Yan Xiaohan far in Beijing before. He only thought it was an embroidered pillow, but he never expected that when the momentum was full, he would not lose them. The man who got down was swept away by the frosty gaze, and even he had the urge to step back.

Yan Xiaohan said: "You colluded with Ying Guogong privately and borrowed his hand to carry Qiu Yebai to Beijing. He thought that the work was seamless and that he didn't even know he was a ghost. Now things have happened in the East window, and Jing Yuan gave you a scapegoat. He would rather accept a marriage than rebel. Now, because of your bit of business with Ying Guogong, his whole life has been ruined. You still have a face to sigh for him? Lord, IMHO, if you really want him to be more Keep your hands on for a few years, don't do what you shouldn't do, don't move your mind. "

Yan Xiaohan was also mad with anger, leaving no emotion at all, the questioning in the words almost reached the face of the king of Xiping County, but Duan Guihong had no time to care about his offense, murmured: "... because I?"

"It's him who made the iniquity you made," Yan Xiaohan said. "Master, I beg you, please let Jing Yuan go, don't drag him on, can you?"

This knife was stable and accurate, and Duan Guihong was completely speechless.

"Okay, don't make a noise," Du Leng, who was busy with rescue, finally couldn't hear it, and said loudly, "Master Yan, come in and help!"

No one stopped him this time, Yan Xiaohan went straight in.

With just one glance, he felt that he had been emptied of his soul, and his lungs were mixed with the fear of the rest of the disaster, and he fluttered to the bed like a wandering soul.

Fu Shen was lying on his back with his eyes closed, his face as white as paper, his lips blushing, and his body covered with gold needles. If it wasn't for the undulations in his chest, it would be almost the same as a corpse.

Du Leng was so sweaty that he was Duan Guihong and a medic with the army. Fu Shen ran to this side to fight the enemy after the accident. In order to **** the man back from Lord Yama, he did not pass by day and night. Close the eyes. His voice was already dumb, so his speech was extraordinarily short and stubborn: "I can't hold the general up, you can help me."

Yan Xiaohan has not recovered yet, stands in front of the bed, stiff from his fingertips to his hair.

Du Leng snorted, and pulled out the golden needle in his fingers with his backhand. Han Mang flickered and pointed at the back acupoint of Yan Xiaohan. The man shivered like a twitch, and then suddenly didn't turn his head and spit out a spit of blood.

"Anxious to attack the heart, blood and blood retrograde," Du Leng said indifferently. "Don't be dazed, I'll pull the needle. You help me hold him, as long as you can survive tonight, wake up and be fine. Sit down."

Yan Xiaohan coughed twice. Thanks to Du Leng's shot, he woke up from the chaotic thoughts of going into fire, and silently washed away the blood in his palm, sitting on the bed, reaching out and holding Fu Shen's shoulder.

His body was as cold as a dead person, and the temperature made Yan Xiaohan's heart tremble suddenly, and suddenly a little ominous thought suddenly rose up, thinking indiscriminately, what if Fu Shen really died, what should he do?

With Du Leng's action of taking the needle, Fu Shen's body gradually warmed up, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly. When there were only a few needles buried in the big hole between the chest and abdomen, he frowned in a coma, raised his right hand slightly, and grabbed it in the air.

Yan Xiaohan hurriedly reached out and was caught by Fu Shen.

"Be careful," Du Leng glanced at this side, warning, "Hold it down."

The next moment, his hand almost appeared an afterimage, and he quickly took out the few gold needles. Fu Shen's body was convulsed fiercely, and then he struggled like crazy. Yan Xiaohan was almost struck by his elbow. On the bed, a pain in the right wrist exploded: "King Yuan!"

"Don't let go!"

In anxiety, Yan Xiaohan fluttered over a man who could not help but let his thin, hard bones and joints collide in his arms, making a continuous muffled sound, but never humming.

He won't let go, he won't let go.

The two remained dead for a long time, and Fu Shen's struggle gradually weakened, but Yan Xiaohan was a little panicked. When I wanted to ask Du Leng what was going on, he heard a faint sound in the throat of the person in his arms, and then a blood spurted out .

Yan Xiaohan was half cold for a moment.

Du Leng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done. It's fine to have a clean vomit."

Yan Xiaohan didn't speak, and didn't dare to breathe. He would never forget this scene tonight. Fu Shen spit blood in his arms. He watched the blood gradually change from purple and black to red, and finally filled the room. It's all bloody. The two were covered with blood on their placket, as if sitting in a pool of blood.

At that time, he suddenly felt no pain and anxiety. Instead, he was unusually calm. Holding the dying man, he had only one thought in his heart: if Fu Shen died, he went to Beijing to pick the emperor's dog head and gave himself a knife. Go down with him. Let's all go together, and no one will pass.

Duan Guihong didn't know when he entered, Fu Shen had stopped vomiting blood and fell into a coma. He stood a short distance away and waited for a while. When he saw Yan Xiaohan never responded, he coughed a little awkwardly: Otherwise, you might change clothes first, wrap the wound, and then guard him? "

Yan Xiaohan turned his head slightly, apparently listened in. He held Fu Shen's back, carefully and gently placed him back on his pillow, then stood up, his back straight, his expression cold and calm, but he returned to Duanhong without any courtesy. A frown: "The troubled Lord Wang asked someone to send a basin of hot water, and I wiped him off before going to bath."

"Ah," Duan Guihong didn't expect him to be so polite, and he stunned: "Okay."

Only those who speak words like a knife, aggressive, but red-eyed, at this moment seem to have changed their soul, lingering in the cold of the thousands of miles, become cold and self-confident, polite.

If Fu Shen is awake, maybe he can recognize it, this is what he is most familiar with.

Power is in the wild, rampant and reckless, cruel and treacherous to the country.

Yan Xiaohan scrubbed Fu Shen again, changed into clean clothes, washed himself out of the dust, and returned with a small lamp that was not too bright, sitting by Fu Shen's bed for a whole night.

On the long and quiet autumn night, he held Fu Shen's hand that could not be warmed up, and a dragonfly-like kiss on his chapped lips.

The flames were rising inside, hating the sky, but the kiss was restrained softly, like a dream that could not bear to be broken.

Yan Xiaohan murmured in his ear: "I want to kill him." 2k novel reading network