"Fu Shen!"
A vague shout came from his ears, he was still conscious, but his body lost consciousness, and the sound of rain followed him.
It's like the warm chest that was embraced when he fell to the ground a few days ago, and the gentle hands that patted his back a long time ago.
who is coming
He was sent into a narrow and dry cage, and was forced to leave the arms of the tentacles that were warm and soft and hard. Before he had time to enjoy it carefully, he suddenly became angry, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the man's collar, pulling it forward fiercely—
bang.
Mr. Yan, who didn't have time to straighten his waist, smashed into the carriage and pinned the Duke of Jingning under him in a very immoral posture. And Fu Shen finally lived up to his expectations and was woken up by him.
Looking at each other, Yan Xiaohan didn't expect this sick ghost to be able to deceive the corpse even if he fainted.
There are still raindrops hanging on his eyelashes, his eyes are scattered, and he looks like he is about to cry. Even though he knew it was fake, Master Yan involuntarily turned off the fire, got up and sat up, and asked in a low voice, "Go to my mansion first, and let Shen Yice come to see your injury, okay?"
He was a little worried about Fu Shen's injury. After all, letting a disabled person kneel on the stone brick floor for an hour was not a joke. Fu Shen didn't know whether he understood or not, so he mumbled "um".
He half-closed his eyes wearily, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, leaning against the wall of the carriage as if he were boneless. The carriage was heading towards Yan's Mansion. The road in the middle of Beijing was flat, but Fu Shen was still swayed from side to side. Yan Xiaohan watched him intently for a long time, and finally reached out to Fu Shen tentatively. Sure enough, before he got close, the man who closed his eyes and snorted was like lightning and grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"
Yan Xiaohan: "Are you feeling unwell?"
A trace of confusion flashed across Fu Shen's face: "It's uncomfortable anywhere, why?"
His fingers were cold, and the palm of his hand exuded an abnormal warmth, Yan Xiaohan sighed, turned his wrist, made a clever effort to break free from his restraint, and raised his hand to test the temperature on his forehead: "I have a fever. "
Burned hot.
Fu Shen didn't feel anything, so he raised his hand and touched it: "Aren't you hot?"
Yan Xiaohan: "You touched my hand."
Fu Shen used his head as a fulcrum, turned over, turned to face him, and said nonchalantly, "It's alright... just go back and get some sleep."
It's just that on the way from the imperial palace to the Yanfu, the unresolved dark wounds and the cold and cold caused by the rain have a sudden attack. The disease is menacing, coupled with mental overdraft and mental exhaustion, Fu Shen's fever is a little bit unconscious, and when he gets out of the car, he is completely I was dizzy and couldn't wake up no matter how I called. Yan Xiaohan had no choice but to carry people in all the way.
The servants kept their eyes fixed, and did not dare to let out the air. Yan Xiaohan was strict in his management, and the servants and servants were far more agile than the old, weak, sick and handicapped in the Hou residence, but in a short while they prepared the hot water in the tub, and prepared clothes and blankets to invite the two of them into the bath.
Yan Xiaohan was not worried about the fake hand, and undressed Fu Shen himself. The drenched white single-clothes were attached to his body, and his thin and slender body was almost unobstructed. Unfortunately, Yan Xiaohan couldn't have any charming thoughts at the moment, and his whole attention was on Fu Shen's legs.
The layers of bandages have been soaked with blood, and the red clothes were not obvious, but now it is shocking. Yan Xiaohan leaned over and picked him up, bent his legs, carefully put it into a wooden bucket full of hot water, and was poured over his body by the overflowing water.
His fingers brushed the side of Fu Shen's neck inadvertently, and all the black hair was pulled to the other side, revealing a light scar beside the artery. The location was so dangerous that it was terrifying. If it was a little deeper, I'm afraid this person would not be able to lie down in the tub well.
Only today did Yan Xiaohan know how many scars Fu Shen has on his body. The old and new ones have never been seen in front of people, and they have been recorded in the annals of history.
He suddenly understood what Fu Shen meant by "difficulty in peace".
If he didn't trust the emperor and put the world in his heart, why would he have to go to the battlefield again and again with a heavy armor on his back—couldn't the lingering shadow of the three princes still shelter a pampered rich young master
Yan Xiaohan called in a servant from outside, and pointed at the Marquis of Jingning in the tub: "Look at it, don't let him fall into the water."
A screen was placed in the bathroom to separate two spaces. Yan Xiaohan went around to the other side, rinsed it three times and five times, then wringed out his long hair with a towel, tied it with a hairpin on the top of his head, changed his clothes, and returned to Fu Shen's side. The little servant had never seen him so caring about anyone, so he secretly wondered.
Fu Shen burned his mind into chaos, and only part of his consciousness was still awake. He felt that he had fallen into warm water from a cold rainy day, and was comfortably drowsy, but after a while, someone suddenly helped him up. A familiar voice said in his ear: "Hand out and hug my neck."
The smell of Chen Shuixiang slowly drifted away, which was a little indescribable.
Fu Shen stretched out his arms towards him as if bewitched. The man clasped his shoulder with a slight force, and with the sound of "crashing", he was carried out of the water.
The moment the body was released from the warm water, chills rolled in from all directions. Fu Shen seemed to be thrown back into the desolate world of desolate wind and cold rain. He groaned indistinctly, and subconsciously struggled, trying to curl himself into a ball.
Yan Xiaohan almost fell into the water because of his sudden force. Before he could get angry, he saw his movements and hurriedly rolled out a blanket to wrap him: "It's alright, don't move, is it still cold?"
Fu Shen muttered something, but Yan Xiaohan didn't hear it clearly, and leaned closer: "Huh?"
Fu Shen stopped talking, his hands and feet slowly stretched out in the warm blanket, but his brows were still furrowed, as if he was trying his best to endure. Yan Xiaohan pondered his expression and asked tentatively, "Does it hurt somewhere?"
Fu Shen made a vague sound from his throat, Yan Xiaohan originally wanted to put on his clothes, but now he didn't dare to move, for fear of hurting him somewhere. It just so happened that someone came to report that Shen Yice had arrived, so Yan Xiaohan brought a blanket and moved them to the bedroom.
Seeing that he came in with a person, Shen Yice had his hair loose and no clothes on, his eyes almost dropped: "This, this, this..."
"Don't do this, it's Marquis Jingning," Yan Xiaohan put Fu Shen on his bed, "Knelt down in the rain for an hour, and just passed out from the burn. Look, can you be saved?"
Shen Yice felt that the frequency of the appearance of the Marquis of Jingning was a bit high recently, but he didn't think deeply. ? Your lord, you were in the rain just now? Ask them to cook a bowl of ginger soup."
Yan Xiaohan waved his hands in annoyance, not wanting to mention that shit.
Shen Yice was very winking, and no longer asked any more questions, he concentrated on taking the pulse of both hands of Fu Shen, then lifted the blanket and looked at Fu Shen's legs, wrote three letters to ask him to dispense medicine, and washed his hands with spirits. , to replace the bandage on Fu Shen's leg.
Yan Xiaohan frowned and asked, "He was in pain just now, could he have other wounds?"
Shen Yice suspected that Lord Kipchak had been soaked by Qiu Yu, and patiently explained: "Kneeling on the ground for an hour, even the iron knee can't stand it, not to mention his knee bone is broken, and the wound is soaked in water. It will also be red, swollen and painful, and—" He pointed out the window, "Jing Ninghou and the others who came down from the battlefield are most afraid of the weather outside. I guess he has a lot of old wounds on his body. To be honest, this kind of pain, If it was an ordinary person, I would be rolling around in the morning."
Yan Xiaohan followed and sighed softly, "Ordinary people can't become him."
He went to the battlefield without a crown, put on his illustrious military exploits, guarded the peace of the northern Xinjiang for several years, avoided countless guns and arrows, but did not escape a knife from behind.
To be honest, when Emperor Yuantai proposed that he could take over the Beiyan Iron Cavalry, Yan Xiaohan was really moved for a moment. Although Feilongwei has a high position and authority, he has almost received scolding from the whole dynasty. No matter how precious the Imperial Army is, it is not a good place to make achievements.
A man in the world, who never imagined to hold the Beiyan Iron Cavalry in his hand like Fu Shen, galloping on the battlefield, and pacifying the invading enemy? Who hasn't thought about how "if it were me", how would I achieve my ambitions and what kind of achievements I would build
But can the position of commander-in-chief of the Beiyan Army be secured by fate alone
Yan Xiaohan knew that he could not replace Fu Shen, and there would never be another Fu Shen in the world, but it was a pity that Emperor Yuantai did not understand.
The Great Wall of 10,000 miles was never destroyed by the hands of foreign enemies.
"Sir," Shen Yice quickly changed Fu Shen's medicine while he was in deep thought, got up and said, "Although you may not be willing to worry about it, but I am a doctor, so I need to say a few more words. Jing Ning Hou's injury, I am afraid it will lead to a lifetime of illness, two fevers, each time is more dangerous, his body can no longer withstand any toss."
"Although you don't want to see him, he is... a hero after all. If you can help him, don't let him struggle alone. At least things like kneeling in the rain for an hour today will not happen again."
Yan Xiaohan's expression did not show anger and anger, and only asked, "I remember that you are not familiar with Fu Shen, and I have never seen you speak for any patient before."
"Just think I'm nosy," Shen Yice took the utensils spread out on the table back into the medicine box and closed them, "I really don't have friendship with Lord Hou, but sometimes I feel that as long as Hou Jingning lives well, In the world, the capital is safe, and I, waiting for the Han people, will not struggle to survive under the iron hooves of barbarians."
It was only then that Yan Xiaohan remembered that Shen Yice was born in Xuanfu, which was once occupied by the Eastern Tartars, and was later recaptured by the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry.
He didn't answer any more, got up and sent Shen Yice out. The two walked through the winding corridors in silence, and in front of the main courtyard, Shen Yice paused and said goodbye to Yan Xiaohan, "Sir, stay for a while."
"Following," Yan Xiaohan stopped him, his eyes darkened, "Fu Shen's injury... How sure are you that he will get back on his feet?"
Shen Yice smiled bitterly: "Sir, you look at me too highly."
"There is one thing to say," Yan Xiaohan said, "There is no need to keep it, I want to hear the truth."
Shen Yice hesitated for a while, then said cautiously: "Only one or two percent. It is easy to break bones continuously, but the muscles and veins are damaged, especially his knee bone is broken in half, and it may take three to five years to recover. Needless to say, the money and drugs consumed, the key is to have someone to take care of them. But even so, it may not be successful.”
A silver lining is better than nothing.
Yan Xiaohan nodded and made a decision: "Since that's the case, from tomorrow onwards, Marquis Jingning's injury will be handed over to you. If you need medicine for the injury, come to my mansion."
Shen Yice was surprised: "Sir?!"
"Don't be surprised, you need to know about this sooner or later," Yan Xiaohan said indifferently, "Just now, His Majesty has issued an imperial edict to marry me and the Marquis of Jingning."
A thunderstorm rolled down, and Shen Shenyi stood stiffly on the spot, dumbfounded.
A moment later, an earth-shattering cry broke out in the main courtyard of Yan's Mansion: "The emperor is crazy?!"