Golden Stage

Chapter 12: One night ┃ Fengcheng Han is afraid of the spring night

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The room fell into a dead silence, and the atmosphere suddenly cooled down. Yan Xiaohan was looking down and pondering. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Fu Shen turning his head to the side and yawning a little, as if he was sleepy.

It was only then that he remembered that this person was still ill, and that he had been intriguing in the middle of the night. When Shen Yice found out tomorrow, he would definitely be nagging again.

"Go to sleep first, I'll talk about it tomorrow." Yan Xiaohan went over to help him lie down and put down the curtain, Fu Shen drowsily said "um" and said softly, "Thank you for your hard work."

Sitting back on the low couch beside the bed, Yan Xiaohan completely lost sleepiness. Fu Shen's words went back and forth in his mind. No wonder Emperor Yuantai suppressed Fu Shen so urgently. Private exchanges with enemy countries, and taking the descendants of the British queen back to the Central Plains, all of which seem to be precursors to treason. The battle for succession back then was even more of an inverse scale in Emperor Yuantai's heart, whoever touched it would die.

Fu Shen was just playing with his life, he was lucky if he broke his leg and gave him a marriage.

For the last wishes of his predecessors, he was doing a U-turn for a living... It was impossible for Fu Shen not to know what would happen to him once these things were revealed.

But he always seemed to be doing these thankless things.

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"There are some things in this world that someone has to do." Fu Shen said.

Yan Xiaohan suddenly woke up from his deep thoughts, and was taken aback by him: "Why did you wake up?"

Fu Shen teased: "Master Yan, if you stare at me like this, you will stare at the dead."

Yan Xiaohan was dazed just now, unaware that his eyes had been falling on Fu Shen. Fu Shen knew what he was thinking when he saw the regretful expression on his face. He couldn't help but feel soft and wanted to tease him.

"Finding Queen Ying's descendants is the wish of my second uncle and His Royal Highness King Su, so no matter what the price is, I will do it, there is nothing to regret."

Yan Xiaohan asked back, "You are seriously injured and your time wasted, isn't it worth regretting?"

In the dark night, Fu Shen let out a chuckle.

Yan Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, then suddenly he was stunned.

"The two routes are the first obscurity, and the Han envoys of the Eastern Tartar mission are the second obscurity... Actually, you and King Su have already sent away the real descendants of the British Queen, right?"

"Well," Fu Shen nodded solemnly, "If I really gave up as you said, I'd probably hang myself by now - it's really shameless to live in the world."

He suppressed his smile and raised his eyes to look at Yan Xiaohan: "Master Yan, don't hold your face, I didn't even know that you pity me so much, I'm really ashamed."

Yan Xiaohan didn't know which of his eyes saw "pity" written on his face, but he knew he was teasing him, so he said coldly, "You're welcome, it should be, after all, we will be a family from now on."

Fu Shen: "..."

"You're really... Which pot can't be opened and lifted," he asked, dumbfounded, "If you hurt the enemy one thousand and you will lose eight hundred, are you so willing to become a family with me, ah?!"

"Master Hou, you have to think clearly," Yan Xiaohan said patiently, "You are the first-grade, and I am the third-grade. If we really become a family, I won't lose money, but will make money."

Fu Shen was speechless.

It could be seen that he was preparing to spit fire at himself, Yan Xiaohan took it as soon as he saw it, backed down at the right time, and said calmly, "Okay, it's going to be dawn in a while, don't get sleepy, just go to sleep."

Fu Shen's blown-up hair immediately went down. He knew that Yan Xiaohan was coaxing people, but he couldn't help but feel a little sleepy because of his gentle words.

The two babbled about what was there and what was not, and said the words for half a night. They didn't lie down and rest for a while until the fourth watch. At dawn, there was a few more leaks outside, Yan Xiaohan listened carefully, and got up from the low couch, but he didn't expect that Fu Shen would wake up immediately after he moved, and asked in a daze, "You Got to go?"

"Yeah." Yan Xiaohan walked over to his bed, first rubbed his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever, then he flattened the quilt that was turned up at the corner, and when he bent over, his long hair slid to the side of the pillow, and gently rubbed against Fu Shen. The profile of his face: "I'm going to the palace for rotation today, you sleep with you."

Fu Shen closed his eyes and let out a vague nasal sound.

The long lock of hair brushed softly on his cheek, and a small wind made the curtain of the bed flutter. He heard the footsteps go away, turned the screen in front of the bed, and there was a rustling movement outside.

For people with sensitive five senses, even if they are separated by a few doors, these small sounds are still very disturbing. Fu Shen has to listen to the sound of water outside, footsteps, human voices, and the soft sound of things when he picks up and puts them down. Then, there was Yan Xiaohan's deliberately low command: "...don't quarrel with him, Shen Yice will come over in the afternoon... eat and take medicine on time..."

Maybe it was because he was missed by others, or maybe it was because his colleagues were going to court and he could sleep at home and go back to sleep. This brief noise did not spoil his good mood. Fu Shen waited. As Yan Xiaohan went out, while thinking wildly, he pulled out a familiar poem from Mengchen's memory - "Fengchenghan is afraid of spring nights".

Although General Fu is the son of an aristocratic family, his knowledge is really limited. The books he read in the past have been returned to Mr. Fu, but I can't remember the last and next lines of this poem!

He vaguely remembered that this poem was written as if he didn't want to get up. Yan Xiaohan's name happened to be in the verse, so he muttered over and over several times until the sound outside was calm, and he fell asleep again, as if he still couldn't forget it in his dream. .

After he slept until the sun was up, the maids of Yan's house came in to serve him, wash and dine, and after holding his nose and drinking a large bowl of bitter medicine soup, Fu Shen still couldn't remember the full name of the poem. He is the kind of person who, once he can't figure it out, will go to the bottom of his head until he gets to the bottom of the bull's horn. He sat in front of the window thinking for a long time, and simply said to the maid: "Go to your family's study and get me a few poetry collections, I want seven utter words."

The maid received Yan Xiaohan's order in the morning and did not dare to neglect him, so she hurriedly carried her skirt to look for a book. Yan Xiaohan is not an elegant person either. There are not many poetry books in the study. The maid held a small stack to Fu Shen and respectfully said, "Master Hou, these are all the poetry collections in the study."

Fu Shen picked up a book and flipped through it, but he still disliked it while reading it: "I don't know how to do it."

The maid lowered her head, her shoulders twitched suspiciously.

This collection of poems was turned over for an hour, and Fu Shen finally found the source of the verse that had troubled him for a long time in an anthology of Tang Dynasty poems that had turned gray and yellow.

In order to have the infinite beauty of Yunping, Feng Chenghan is afraid of the spring night.

Marrying a golden tortoise-in-law for no reason, living up to the early morning of Xiangshu.

Fu Shen's face turned green, he almost got angry, and threw the book in a fit of rage.

Yan Xiaohan went home in the evening, and when he entered the door, Fu Shen was staring at the Four Treasures of the Study on the case by the window in a daze. Yan Xiaohan deliberately stepped up his steps, Fu Shen looked up and found that it was him, and the terrifying phrase "letting down the chakras early in the morning" immediately began to reverberate in his mind. His complexion changed a bit, he took a breath away, and immediately began to cough in an earth-shattering manner.

Yan Xiaohan was startled, and hurried over to pat him on the back, "What's wrong? Did I scare you?"

It seems ridiculous to ask this question. Fu Shen waved his hand and grabbed his forearm, coughing uncontrollably. Yan Xiaohan observed for a moment, and saw that he didn't seem to be in trouble, but he just choked accidentally, and his heart was suspended. Falling back into his stomach, he couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Master Hou, you are so prudent."

Fu Shen threw his hand aside.

The two sat and stood one by one, their slender figures reflected on the flower window, like a pair of beautiful people. Fu Shen's cough finally subsided, and Yan Xiaohan asked casually, "Are you still used to living in the mansion? If there is anything you want, tell the servant directly, don't be restrained. I heard that you dropped a book today and went out. What's the matter, tell me?"

Fu Shen didn't change his expression: "Slippery for a while."

Yan Xiaohan was suspicious: "Really? If the servant offends you, don't give me face..."

Fu Shen squinted at him: "How much face do you think you have with me, and it's worth my swallowing?"

Yan Xiaohan didn't ask any further, secretly laughing in his heart that maybe he thought Fu Shen was too fragile. A person who is in the center of Feng Dao Frost Sword and can say "do something or not" has a far stronger ability to bear than those who follow the crowd.

In this world, blood will be cold, ambition will be lost, heroes and villains will eventually return to the dust, praise and scolding will be turned into nothingness, and it is meaningless to force, so he just hopes that this person's sincerity and arrogance can kill the arrogance. Some.

"Is there any news in the palace today?" Fu Shen picked up the pen and paper on the table. Yan Xiaohan said, "The news has already spread, but we are all waiting to see. I heard that the Censor's Office is going to give you a discount. After all, you knelt in front of the palace gate for a long time yesterday. How do you feel about your leg injury? Does it hurt?"

"It's a little bit, it's not a big deal. Mr. Shen came to see it this afternoon," Fu Shen said. "After all, the marriage gift is a private matter. You and I don't make a sound. It's hard for others to talk. What do you think?"

Yan Xiaohan: "I have already promised in front of the emperor, and I cannot change my words."

Fu Shen pondered for a moment, did not say anything, only said: "Okay, I see."

Yan Xiaohan caught a glimpse of the messy writing on the table. On it, there were ghost characters written by Fu Shen who didn't know what to do. He took one out of curiosity and asked Fu Shen first, "Can you read it?"

Fu Shen didn't care: "Whatever."

Those ghostly drawn characters on the paper can be seen to be variant characters if you look closely. They look a bit like monograms. Fu Shen saw that he was serious and asked casually, "Do you know me?"

Yan Xiaohan pointed to one of them, "This word for 'jun' is the flower of the Military Weapons Supervisor. Every weapon made by the Military Weapons Supervisor has this seal. The pen you wrote has a pair of small hooks at the edge, shaped like arrows. It should come from the Armament Supervision and Crossbow Office."

Fu Shen was inattentive at first, but his pupils shrank when he heard the word "Arms Supervisor": "The arrows used in the Beiyan Army are all unmarked and unmarked, and I have never seen such a monogram."

Yan Xiaohan said: "Generally speaking, a large number of military arrows are made by various local miscellaneous manufacturing bureaus, some of which are known and others are not. The weapon supervisor is mainly responsible for trial-producing new weapons, and also making various types of weapons used by the garrison in the capital. Weapons. Therefore, only the bows and arrows used by the army in the capital will have the marks of the Weapons Supervision and Crossbow Office."

Fu Shen took out another piece of paper, and on it was drawn a symbol like a running beast: "What about this, do you know it?"

Yan Xiaohan smiled, bent down to pick up the pen, motioned Fu Shen to hold the paper for him, and picked up the pen to write a more rounded symbol in the middle.

"It's a string of 'leopard' characters."

"When the imperial guards were not divided, the imperial guards had only ten guards, namely Jinwu, Baotao, Luanyi, Yingyang, and Yulin. For convenience, each guard was represented by an animal. A slight change in the shape of the glyph becomes a special mark." As he spoke, he wrote and drew on the paper: "Like Jin Wu is the three-legged black-shaped 'jin' character, Leopard Tao is what I wrote, Luan Yi is The word for 'Luan' in the shape of a phoenix, the word for Yingyang is the word for 'eagle', and the word for Yulin is the word for 'feather' in the shape of a crane."

"However, with the separation of the Imperial Army and the expansion into the Ten Guards of Nanya and Sixth Army of Beiya, no one uses this set of characters anymore. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"