Golden Stage

The world is cold and hard grayish white. He seems to be locked in an iron ash cage. He can't feel the passing of time regardless of day and night. Only the consciousness is still weak. He keeps asking him: Who am I? Where am I?

The gray world gradually lit up. He raised his hand and touched a rough stone pattern. This touch touched some memories. He remembered it—this is the city wall of Yanzhou City.

At the age of eight, his second uncle took him to the grassland, to the heavily defended garrison of the Northern Yan Army, and boarded the gate tower of Yanzhou City.

It was because he was a small bean. He was not yet tall enough as a city wall, he was holding a short hand to chop the wall, and was held by Fu Tingxin and put it on his shoulder.

Suddenly, the world was vast and the mountains and rivers were far away.

Outside the city are endless mountains and grasslands, and inside the city are neat and clean houses and streets. There are sentries outside the city, war horses lazily grazing, there are people coming and going in the city, there are tall basket drawers selling buns, and a large white steam comes out when the lid is opened.

Fu Tingxin was still very young. His face was rough with beard-stained wind and a beard, but he still did not hide his tall and handsome face. When he laughed, there was a small pear vortex on his left cheek.

"Go back, huh?" Fu Tingxin carried him on his shoulders and turned down the wall: "It's overcast, it's going to rain."

He reached out his hand inexplicably, and sure enough, a small raindrop "dropped" from the blue-grey vast sky.

The scene turns sharply.

This time he was standing at the head of Yanzhou City, and he had grown tall, like a cold iron sword standing against the wind, and there was a black army of Wa people outside.

He doesn't need to sit on his shoulders anymore, he can overlook the land.

"General." A black, warm-looking young vice-president came to him, "North Yan Tieqi assembled, ready to fight."

"Okay." He reached out into the air, catching a sudden drop of rain, and whispered endlessly: "It's raining."

The scene changes again.

He knelt in the heavy rain and was poured with a cool heart. The red coat was posing like a maple leaf floating on the water, and at the end of the blue brick floor was the closed vermilion gate.

The cold rain continued to hit his face, and his heart was blank, but he felt that something was missing and asked himself blankly: Who am I waiting for?

Countless scenes of flashing lights flashed from his eyes. He saw a lot of familiar or fuzzy faces, but he never remembered someone.

But he clearly did not have any memory of that person.

The scene suddenly freezes at a certain frame, the heavy rain is still falling, but it is isolated from the house. There is only the sound of continuous rain. He is holding a burning stick, tilting Erlang's legs, his eyes are scattered, and the man who is absently beside the fire stands On the side.

The man seemed indifferent to him, and refused to answer. He was stared at and refused to turn his head to look at him.

He thought to himself: "I have tricked him?"

If you think about it, he seems to have spoken a word, and it seems that he didn't listen to it. The man changed his face on the spot.

Recalling the sound of the rain pouring into his head, the cold water droplets hit his face, and he finally realized that it was not rain.

"Glancing at him alone in the world, I can't close my eyes even if I die."

Why don't you speak

Is it because ... don't believe me?

As soon as I thought of this sentence, it immediately looked like a pin of the sea god, and it suddenly fell in his mind, opening up the chaos world, and all the scattered and broken consciousness condensed and formed around this point. Through the tight eyelids, he felt the light of the outside world for the first time.

Fu Shenzhang's fingers in the palm of Yan Xiaohan's palm moved slightly, and with such a little invisible movement, he successfully fixed a big living person in place.

"Du ... heh," Yan Xiaohan's voice split, and the end was still lingering, "Du Junyi, he seemed to move just now ..."

"Really?" Du Leng suspected he was overly sensitive and came over. "Let me see."

Yan Xiaohan stood up from the bed and planned to make room for him. His hand was about to be loosened, and suddenly he felt his fingertips tightened and he was grabbed hard.

"Don't leave ..."

The closed eyes opened.

"..."

Yan Xiaohan's eye circles were red, and from the tip of his finger to his arm stiffened into a mallet. He almost squeezed a little voice out of his throat, and asked incredulously, lightly and lightly, "King Yuan ... ? "

Du Leng was like a cruel and ruthless mother-in-law, holding out the hands of the two men, rushing to give Fu Shen a pulse, and said, "You first let go ... General, what do you feel now, where does it hurt? "

Fu Shen wanted to shake his head, but he was so dizzy that he lay too much, so he had to lie flat, his voice was weak: "It doesn't hurt, dizziness. I just had a dream. I dreamed of gold beans in the sky and woke me up. Don't believe You touch, my face ... is it wet? "

Yan Xiaohan: "..."

Du Leng turned his head in despair, looking at Yan Xiaohan, who was still red in the eyes.

What tears can wake a deeply unconscious person? It's **** elf.

Fu Shen's eyes have never left Yan Xiaohan, and Du Junyi hard-heartedly checked the atmosphere of the house, which he was very unfriendly to, and dutifully inspected Fu Shen. Finally, he said: "The poison has been cured, although the injuries Alas, but it's not a big deal. I will give you two medicines and I will be alive after raising them for a while. "

"Thank you," Fu Shen said weakly. "Trouble."

Du Leng waved his hand, did not want to be polite with him, and told Yan Xiaohan about some taboo matters about drinking and eating, leaving with great interest.

When his footsteps disappeared outside the door, Fu Shen reached out to Yan Xiaohan who was standing at the end of the bed, "... come here."

"What?" Yan Xiaohan suddenly fell out of the state of complete unresponsiveness just now, suddenly realizing his malaise, hurriedly walked over, leaned over and asked: "What's wrong?"

Fu Shen grabbed one of his hands and pulled it to his lips to give him a slight poke.

"Do nothing," he said, "I just want to kiss you and stop crying."

Yan Xiaohan took a long breath of air with extreme restraint, as if he had been acupunctured, his body was stiff, and he forgot how he blinked, and a large drop of water fell directly on the back of Fu Shen's hand.

"I'm scared of you?" Fu Shen drew a corner of his mouth and smiled lightly. "It's all right, isn't this waking up?"

Yan Xiaohan bent down slowly and didn't dare to force, but still hugged him as tightly as possible, buried his face in his neck socket, his ears beating against the pulse of the side of the neck.

He had thousands of words, but couldn't say a single word, so he trembled and called him, "Jing Yuan."

"Well, don't be afraid." Fu Shen said, "I told you, leaving you alone in the world, I can't close my eyes even if I die."

That was not a joke promised casually.

So you have to believe me.

"What is dead and alive, without covering his mouth," Yan Xiaohan looked up again, and could not see the trace of crying at all. He carefully kissed on the corner of Fu Shen's lips. "Sit up and drink saliva, good or not?"

Fu Shen nodded, bending his eyes and staring at him. There was an indescribable tender attachment in his eyes.

Yan Xiaohan piled a thick nest for him with a pillow quilt and got up to pour water.

Those few words had exhausted all my strength just now, and Fu Shen eyes narrowed tiredly, leaning on the bedside, his mind was sober. He remembered that a few days ago, the military report returned from the court approved that he had negotiated with the rebels in the Southwest, and Fu Shen had set up a humble camp account between the two armies and agreed to meet with Duan Guihong here. On the day of the accident, he and Duan Guihong both kept the guards out of the way for the sake of appearance. Each of them brought only one vice general into the account. As a result, he hadn't said a few words. When he was going to touch the tea cup, he suddenly turned around, a sweetness in his throat, and a black eye, and fell down.

When the consciousness was about to dissipate, Fu Shen also heard his lieutenant shouting "There is an ambush! It's a trick!"

The last thought in his head was also a trick. Duan Guihong could not poison him. The vice general opened his eyes and talked nonsense, it must be him.

"Come, rinse your mouth first."

Yan Xiaohan hugged him from behind and handed the small tea cup to his mouth. After several years of caring for him, he did not become rusty. Fu Shen rinsed his mouth and was fed a few sips of water by himself. Then he felt completely alive.

"How did you do that?" Fu Shen asked, staring at the bandage around his neck. He vomited blood several times, his body was weak, and he didn't dare to speak hard, all lightly: "Neck."

Yan Xiaohan looked down distractedly, indifferently to the truth: "There is a little misunderstanding with Grandpa, a moment of sorrow, it does not interfere. Do you want?"

Fu Shen shook his head and motioned away, leaning softly on his shoulder: "I'm like this now, and I can't help you fight back. You can ask him to ask for another one next time ... even the nephew and his wife are ridiculous."

I heard that Fu Shen was awake, and Duan Guihong, who was preparing to visit him: "..."

WTF! With the daughter-in-law forgetting his mother's white-eyed wolf!

Yan Xiaohan finally couldn't help whispering, and whispered a little bit of complaining: "I'm sick, why are you so much gossip. Lord Wang saved you with all his hard work, so you just remember to hit someone."

Outside the house, Duan Guihongmai's footsteps went back again, and for a moment, his mood went away complicatedly.

Inside the room, Fu Shen sighed with relief, and said, "Heaven, that's a laugh."

He knew he was frightened by Yan Xiaohan. Being able to dream means that his perception of the outside world has been restored in his subconscious, but the person has n’t awoken, so he always feels raindrops on his hands in the dream, which should not be an illusion.

Of course, the beauty of pear blossoms with rain is also good-looking, but he looks like he can't hold or coax, it's fine.

"My Lieutenant General ..."

Fu Shengang just spoke and was blocked by Yan Xiaohan indiscriminately: "You don't need to worry about it, just give it to me. As long as you take care of your injuries, I won't worry about anything."

Fu Shen didn't argue with him, and buried his face in his arms: "Mrs. has the final say."

Fu Shen was distressed, and he was sleepy after a while. Yan Xiaohan himself fed him the medicine, and sent him into the bed properly. After he fell asleep, he washed his hands and went out to see Duan Guihonghe. Du Leng.

Today is the seventh day of July. Two days have passed since Fu Shen's poisoning, and there was chaos in the imperial army. The news of Fu Shen's death spread widely, and the two armies faced each other away.

Suddenly that day, Fu Shen suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. Duan Guihong was startled. Before he could react, he saw the Vice Admiral accompanying Fu Shen to pull the knife in his hand and yelled, "There is an ambush! ! "

The trembling sounded loud, and the guard outside the account rushed in immediately. The men and women in the southwest were unknown, but couldn't just watch Duan Guihong besieged, and then broke into the camp. Duan Guihong paused for a moment and immediately understood that he was overcast. However, the situation at the scene was really unclear, Duan Guihong could not catch the vice general, and ordered Fu Shen to withdraw, and returned to the big camp to call a medical doctor to determine the symptoms of poisoning, but could not find out what exactly poison.

Thanks to Du Lenggan taking the risk late at night, he was more reliable than the military doctor in Duan Guihong camp and identified that Fu Shenzhong was a scorpion venom. This kind of scorpion often appears in the deep mountains around Guangnan. The venom is transparent and colorless, it smells like glycol, and it smells like wine, so the locals call it "drunk scorpion". Soaking a live scorpion with wine to force out the venom is a kind of "Drunk Tomorrow".

The biggest feature of this poison is that it will not occur immediately after taking it, but it will not take effect until noon the next day. Because this is no different from water and alcohol, the onset is delayed, and the poisoned person is often not aware of it. It is even impossible to talk about it.

At this time, the southwest was wet and rainy. Fu Shen sometimes had leg pains. Du Leng suggested that he drink a little wine every night to get rid of moisture. It was this loophole that gave Xue Sheng's people a chance.

Fortunately, Fu Shen was brought back to the southwest camp by Duan Guihong instead of being robbed by the imperial court. The autumn night white specializes in snake venom and scorpion venom. Duan Guihong lacks everything, but he does not lack autumn night white. This herb has saved Fu Tingxin's life on the northern grassland, and now he has saved Fu Shen's life.

"The prince took Jing Yuan away and was sitting on the rumor of" assassination "," Yan Xiaohan said, "but this is not the worst case for us."

Duan Guihong's perception of this "nephew" is very complicated. He was scolded by Yan Xiaohan mercilessly last night, thinking that this person is really a **** character, but today he heard only a few words outside the door, and felt that compared with Fu Shen's jerk, Yan Xiaohan Anyway, a little conscience.

"What are you going to do?"

Yan Xiaohan said: "The emperor is both respectful and afraid of Jing Yuan. Although Xue Sheng was holding evidence of Ying Guo's public communication with Southwest China, he did not dare to shake it out. Instead, he had to use assassination and plant the loot to Wang Ye The body shows that they are also afraid that if something happens, there will be trouble in the northern Xinjiang, and the situation will be difficult to control. "

"According to the current situation, if Jing Yuan" dies "in your hands, Beiyan Tieqi and the old ministry will count all the accounts to the southwest, and without Jing Yuan, the northern Xinjiang iron plate group will naturally divide, and the court will not Will be subject to the coercion of 'strong generals', and their goals will be achieved. "Yan Xiaohan elaborated," With the emperor's temperament, people die like lights, and he will most likely not pursue the Fu family, Jing Yuan's I can still keep my name. "

Duan Guihong asked: "What if he is not dead?"

"Then his relationship with the southwest would be unclear," Yan Xiaohan said. "At that time, I will take out the letter from Ying Guogong, and the eighth leave will become very true. It ’s hard to say. Certainly. "

Duan Guihong heard his implied meaning, and Yin Yang said weirdly: "So what do you mean? I want him to die, and then go anonymously to the mountain forest in the future, so you can find another beautiful wife, and enjoy your wealth, right?"

Yan Xiaohan didn't think that he was embarrassed, and shook his head: "The prince is too high-minded."

"Don't say that you are living away from the world, that is, Huang Huangquan, and I will follow him." He said, "It is not that Jing Yuan can't live without me, but I can't live without him."

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