Golden Stage

Chapter 11: Tentative ┃ backhand is a sow discord

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The high fever lasted from evening to midnight, and it was not until the end of midnight that Fu Shen was completely awake.

In the dead of night, all sounds are silent. The room was dim, the bed and bed curtains were not the same as the arrangement he was familiar with, and there was only one lamp left on the table, illuminating the whole body like a misty gauze. He caught the slightest sound of breathing, turned his head to look, and found that there was a low couch outside the bed, Yan Xiaohan curled up with his back to him, and slept with his clothes on.

The events of yesterday poured into my mind like water, but they could no longer lift the huge waves.

The human heart was originally as clear as a mirror, but they turned the shallow water into a deep pool.

Fu Shen was lying all over in discomfort, and wanted to turn over to loosen his stiff and sore back. Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan woke up as soon as he moved. He rolled over and sat up and stretched out his hand to help him. Because he was not fully awake, he opened his mouth unexpectedly in a low and soft voice, "What's the matter? Do you want water or do you want to relieve him?"

He supported Fu Shen with both hands, so he naturally leaned over to touch his forehead, and tested the temperature: "It seems that the fever has subsided."

Fu Shen didn't expect that he would be treated so well. At first, he almost didn't react. When he realized something was wrong, he immediately ducked back: "It's okay... I don't want anything, you... help me get up and sit for a while."

The drowsiness gradually faded away, Yan Xiaohan's eyes finally awake, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. He asked Fu Shen to sit up against the head of the bed, then took three steps back, sat back on the low couch, and opened a distance that was observant and unfamiliar.

The two seemed to wake up from the madness at the same time, and they recalled the absurd marriage between them.

No matter how strong its political meaning is, whether it is an out-and-out conspiracy, or a messy mandarin duck spectrum, even if the point is "mandarin duck hug", its essence does not change, it is still a marriage.

Jing Ninghou, who was still numb just now, has a tendency to have headaches again. He is actually a person who can handle things very well, but now he just wants to lose his memory, just want to start over, and pretend that nothing happened.

"Go back to sleep and leave me alone."

Yan Xiaohan ruffled a handful of hair, picked up a robe beside the bed and threw it to him: "It's cold at night, put it on. I'll have someone bring the porridge up."

A man like Fu Shen, who came from an aristocratic family and became famous at a young age, grew up in the heap of praise and admiration. He saw too much, and it was easy to be very insensitive to "others treat him well". However, perhaps it was influenced by the marriage gift of that day, or because people who are seriously ill are especially sensitive, in this series of actions, the first thing he felt was Yan Xiaohan's calm and considerate thought, and he said inwardly, "I'm still … very virtuous.”

Once you think about it, all your thoughts are involuntarily crooked.

Just looking at his face, Yan Xiaohan was three points stronger than him. He changed out of Fei Longwei's dark robe and wore light-colored, wide-sleeved old home clothes. When he stood up and turned on the lamp, his black hair seemed to flow The ground slipped from the shoulders to the chest, and lowered his eyes wearily, as if drowsiness was not over, the corners of his lips were slightly raised when he was not smiling, and the outline illuminated by the light was gentle and soft, making people forget his identity for a while. , completely immersed in the hazy light and shadow.

Fu Shen narrowed his eyes, unaware that he was so much like a rascal with bad intentions.

When Yan Xiaohan turned to go out, he closed the door and walked down the porch while laughing. Fu Shen was probably confused, he didn't hold back when he was staring at people, he probably didn't realize how aggressive his eyes were, Yan Xiaohan felt that his clothes were about to be stared at by him, and finally he couldn't bear it anymore. , had to flee.

The servants of the night watch saw him come out of the room with a smile on his face, and thought that Fu Shen was dead, or else how could his master be so happy as if he had lost his mind.

When the hot porridge was served, the two people who were stunned returned to normal. Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan sat facing each other with the bowls in their hands, the heat burned his pale lips and cheeks a little blood, and forcibly straightened his spine. They can finally calmly examine the bumpy road ahead with thorns and thorns, and figure out where to start.

Yan Xiaohan spit out the gargle tea, put the tea bowl back on the table, and said, "Master Hou."

Fu Shen was still drinking porridge slowly: "Huh?"

Yan Xiaohan: "I have a few questions, and I hope Lord Hou can help me."

"I said, Mr. Yan," Fu Shen put down his spoon and curled his lips carelessly, "We are now grasshoppers on the same line, so don't call me 'Hou Ye Hou Ye'.

Containing tacit ridicule, Yan Xiaohan had to admit that although Fu Shen was rather stubborn in some aspects, most of the time he was quite frank and eloquent, and dealing with such a smart person does not require too many twists and turns. around.

"Since you said that, then fine," Yan Xiaohan compromised, "Jingyuan, I heard what the emperor said yesterday and seemed to be deeply dissatisfied with you. Have you done something recently to annoy the emperor?"

"Cough, cough... Don't call me so kissable." Fu Shen choked and said helplessly, "Can't you just call me by my name?"

Yan Xiaohan smiled and said, "They are all people who are going to get married, so they should get used to it in advance."

Fu Shen made him lose his appetite, put the porridge bowl aside, and sighed, "The child has no mother, it's a long story, were you born when the emperor ascended the throne?"

Yan Xiaohan's pupils shrank slightly: "I was just born, what's wrong?"

"The origin of this matter was before this," Fu Shen said. "The late emperor had nine sons under his knees. The one who was most favored by the late emperor and was most likely to ascend to the throne was the fifth prince, His Royal Highness King Ying. The king and the third prince are now The Prince Su is the same mother and brother."

"You may not know that my second uncle used to be the companion of His Royal Highness King Su. The two of them... Well, their relationship is very strong, so they are also very close to the King of England. To put it bluntly, it's like treating him as a real brother. "

Yan Xiaohan felt that the hesitation among him was a bit strange, but he didn't ask. Fu Shen continued: "The late emperor suddenly fell ill when he was in the palace. At that time, only the eldest prince and His Majesty were with him. The late Emperor's will was read out by Grand Fu Yang Gong. To everyone's surprise, the will passed the throne to His Majesty."

"At the beginning of the emperor's practice of Zuo, many people questioned the authenticity of the edict, because Yang Gong and the current empress belonged to the same clan. There were also people who contacted King Su and King Ying in private, intending to rebel against the dynasty. His Majesty seemed to be aware of it, so when he ascended the throne In the second year, the King of England was sent to the fief."

"In the second year of Yuantai, the Eastern Tatar Alam tribe invaded Dazhou, and the king's fief Ningzhou was the first to bear the brunt. Back then, the frontier army was timid, and the barbarians drove straight in. The British king led the royal mansion to resist the Eastern Tatar cavalry, and disappeared after a few days of fighting. Wang and my second uncle sent people to look for it, but found nothing. In that case, the possibility of him surviving was very small. Over time, this matter was slowly forgotten, and no one mentions it now. "

"But my second uncle never gave up looking for King Ying. After he passed away, this matter fell on me." Fu Shen smiled, "Who would have thought that there is no way out of the sky, the descendants of King Ying, I actually found it."

Yan Xiaohan was stunned.

"When the King of England died in battle, a concubine in the mansion was pregnant. She was kidnapped by the Eastern Tatars. Because of her beauty and smoothness, she saved her life. Later, she became the favored concubine of the dignitaries of the Eastern Tatar tribe. She saved her life. The last blood of the King of England, he once wanted to take the child to escape back to Dazhou, but unfortunately he was taken away by the Wuzhu herdsmen halfway, so he had to remain anonymous, falsely claiming that she was a Han woman who was bought by a little, and committed himself to the leader of the Wuzhu tribe, Hatu.

"What's more fortunate is that after she escaped, the Alam tribe was exterminated, and since then no one in the world will know her original identity. This strange woman boiled to death the former leader of the Wuzhu tribe, and now she is one of the best in the Eastern Tartars. Great noble, I say so, you should already know who she is."

"The...wife of the former leader of the Eastern Tartars, Chagan, and the current leader of Orqi," Yan Xiaohan murmured, "...Hashi Ketun, is she?"

Fu Shen said: "The King of England taboo 'Hun', 'Hashi' means 'jade' in the Eastern Tatar language."

Yan Xiaohan: "What about the descendants of King Ying?"

Fu Shen: "I didn't want to intervene in the battle of Xiqiuguan. It was Hascotun who first sent his cronies to Beiyan to find me, and asked me to bring the blood of King Ying back to Dazhou. I will pass the letter to King Su, Wu In the month of the month, he personally went to Beiyan, met with the envoy, and confirmed that Hasek Dun was indeed born in the British palace."

Yan Xiaohan: "So you agreed?"

As if the most critical link was buckled, the cause and effect were automatically connected into a line in an instant, and the past all suddenly had a clear context.

"You promised Ketun, and the reward she gave you was... the Wuzhu tribe begged for surrender. In order to stay in Dazhou justifiably, she put the descendants of the Queen of England into the Dongtar mission to accompany the little prince to Beijing, didn't she? "Yan Xiaohan stared at Fu Shen's legs, "But the Dongtar mission was ambushed at Qingsha Pass, and none of them survived..."

Fu Shen said softly, "Guess, does the emperor know about this?"

Feilongwei is the eyes and ears of the emperor, the emperor's eagle dog, and Yan Xiaohan doesn't know anything, how could the emperor know

But if the emperor didn't know, why would he want to get rid of Fu Shen and then hurry up

"The emperor may trust you very much," Fu Shen's eyes flashed with mockery, "but maybe he didn't give you all his trust, Mr. Yan."

That's the real purpose of his story tonight.

Yan Xiaohan originally wanted to probe into Fu Shen's bottom line, but he didn't expect that Fu Shen's backhand would be a way to sow discord.

Neither of them knew the real purpose of the other party. Yan Xiaohan suspected that Fu Shen had another backer, and Fu Shen was wary of Yan Xiaohan standing on the emperor's side. The two spoke frankly on the lips, but kept trying again and again in secret. No one dared to fully entrust their trust, even if they were already on the same precarious ship.

Yan Xiaohan complimented casually without being very sincere: "Master Hou has a good strategy."

"Not as thoughtful as Master Yan," Fu Shen replied. He said lightly, "I can tell you one more thing."

"I left Yanzhou to return to the capital, not all because of a leg injury, but also because the itinerary of the mission was re-arranged by my people, which was slightly different from what the Eastern Tatars knew. One of the 'in and out' was Qingsha Pass. There is indeed a twenty-two-year-old envoy of Han descent in the Tatar mission."

Yan Xiaohan: "Master Hou is implying that the Beiyan Army has the emperor's eyeliner?"

Fu Shen: "East Tartar people don't know that we have changed our route, and the Beiyan army who arranged the itinerary doesn't know that East Tartar gets a different route. This double-sided plan was made privately by King Su and I to be on the safe side. , To put it bluntly, only the two of us know that the Eastern Tartars and the Northern Yan Army are taking two different routes."

The original purpose of making this series of arrangements was actually to prevent the East Tatars from plotting against them, but they didn't expect to fall into trouble on a route that only "my own people" knew.

An arrow from Qingsha Pass pierced through the peace that had been decorated for many years, and also pierced the truth behind it.

Fu Shen smiled: "Do you know who in the Beiyan Army can be involved in the matter of King Ying?"

He has qualifications, status, and the right to speak, at least above the general level.

"Your Majesty bestowed the marriage on me, and the only thing I was thinking about was Beiyan's military power, and then the scumbags took out the generals and chose you, right?" Fu Shen said boldly, "Master Yan, although I've been tired of sitting in this bad position, But I still have to persuade you, don't look at the emperor trusting you now, it won't be sure when you take this position."

"Most of the Beiyan Army are my cronies, and a small part is the emperor's eyeliner. This eyeliner is not yours. If all my cronies join you, you will be the next Fu Shen. If my cronies do not If you are willing to rely on you, you will be completely empty. And the emperor will never let you and that eyeliner become accomplices-"

"He's not just guarding against me, he's guarding against everyone."