After sending Xiao Yao away, the two returned to the bedroom, and Fu Shen said, "What did you mean just now, please explain."
"You dare to let Xiao Yi go without understanding," Yan Xiaohan rolled her eyes, "Aren't you afraid that I will really put you under house arrest?"
Fu Shen really wanted to give him a kick: "Don't talk nonsense."
Yan Xiaohan: "You stay with me for a while, and I will help you win a chance to return to Yanzhou. What I said is very clear."
"I'm not asking this, Yan Xiaohan," Fu Shen said word by word, "I'm asking you, which side are you on?"
You are the emperor's most favored subject, the most favored confidant, and you are only one step away from ascending to the sky. Why should you help a person who is naturally hostile
Yan Xiaohan's eyes were still bent, but the gentle teasing in his eyes just now disappeared, he seemed to have instantly put on a layer of invulnerability armor, and said indifferently, "Since there are no two ministers in this world, of course There are two ministers."
Fu Shen: "You don't have to belittle yourself..."
"My lord, don't be naive," Yan Xiaohan said with a smile, "You already knew who I am, why did you bother to cover up for me? Although you and I are in the court together, you are ruling the country and bringing peace to the world. I am only an official. Not for fame, only for profit, not for the world, but for myself."
"Going for profit, choosing wood to live in, this is the way of being an official."
"So," he said, "I'm not on your side, I'm on the side that is best for me."
He is a pawn in the chess game and the third player in the game.
He can be used by one side, charging into the battle, or he can flip the entire chessboard without a word.
Since Emperor Yuantai didn't like having too many ideas about the weapon in his hand, let him be an unarmed loner.
Because the pawn is not happy.
"Okay, okay, it's hard for you to admit frankly that you're not a thing," Fu Shen laughed angrily, "Then why did you bring me back, why don't you just let me die at the gate of the palace?"
Yan Xiaohan said indifferently, "Of course it's because I covet your beauty, Lord Hou."
Fu Shen: "..."
He is a general who is decisive in killing and killing, and he hates the attitude of being rhetorical and condescending in the Beijing officialdom. Yan Xiaohan also knows his temper, so he smiled lightly, and rushed to comfort him before he broke out: "Fu Shen, don't. Find another reason to excuse me."
When he stopped calling him "Master Hou" and instead called him by his first name, the armor around him seemed to fall off, revealing a distant and familiar silhouette, that was the Yan Xiaohan that Fu Shen first knew.
"Choosing between military power and monarchical power is two different things than helping you out. You and I have known each other for years, and I can't help but watch you stuck there."
Just like what he said, Yan Xiaohan clearly distinguished the "morality" among friends from the "morality" in the courtroom.
Fu Shen was finally speechless. He doesn't like to persuade others to agree with his own ideas by lip service. Today's repeated questioning has become abnormal. He has exhausted his patience, and is also displeased with Yan Xiaohan's "self-abandonment", so he said with a sullen face, "Are you finished? "
When Yan Xiaohan heard this, he knew that he was going to get angry. Fu Shen was a young master first, and a general later. He was used to saying one thing or another, and sometimes it was really... unreasonable to lose his temper.
Even so, Yan Xiaohan insisted despite the dark clouds on his head: "I'll have someone deliver medicine in a while, you remember..."
Fu Shen said coldly, "Get out."
Lord Yan deserves to be the best among the heroes, he immediately shut up and rolled mellowly.
When Ye Fushen was so angry that he couldn't sleep, and his leg was aching, he tossed and turned on the bed, and the words of Yan Xiaohan replayed in his mind over and over again.
He actually wanted to ask, if it were someone else, out of morality among friends, in addition to pulling him, would you take him home to take good care of him, keep his clothes undisturbed, and tell him to take medicine without hesitation
Do you also grit your teeth in his ear and ask "why don't you rebel"
I don't know how long it took, the wind gradually picked up outside the window, the rain hit the window lattice, and the sound of ding dong prompted bone pain and slight drowsiness. Fu Shen closed his eyes and rested, the tip of his ear suddenly moved sensitively, and he heard very light footsteps coming from outside the door.
It is Yan Xiaohan.
He kept his breathing flat and elongated, pretending to be sleeping first-rate, closing his eyes completely, and distinguishing each other's movements only by listening to the sound. At the same time, a lot of thoughts ran through my mind, but they were all like a flash of light, and I couldn't catch a single one.
Fu Shen didn't want to admit that he was actually nervous.
Yan Xiaohan approached the bed lightly, Fu Shen only felt a heavy weight on his leg, then the quilt beside his feet was lifted, and a warm object was tucked into the quilt. After doing all this, he didn't stop there, and left as quietly as when he came.
After the door was closed silently, Fu Shen opened his eyes, and through the dim light from the window, he could clearly see the extra quilt on his lap. His calf touched a hard heat source, and he reached into the quilt and felt it. It was a silver soup woman.
The rain was pattering outside the window.
The blood in the injured legs and feet was not smooth, and the quilt couldn't keep him warm. He didn't care much about the pain at first, but once he tasted the warmth brought by this little soup lady, the coldness just now suddenly became unbearable.
Are you so meticulous about "other people"
Fu Shen lay back on the bed on his back, staring at the top of the bed in a daze. He thought that maybe he was really not suitable for the court. Commander Beiyan could cut off the intruding enemy with a knife, but he was easily tied up by a quilt and a mother Tang, and the gentle townsman couldn't break free. How would he face them in the future? A soft knife that kills without blood.
"Damn it," he thought to himself.
Maybe it was because he thought too much before going to bed. One time it was Yan Xiaohan and the other time it was Emperor Yuan Tai. Fu Shen, who rarely dreamed, actually dreamed of his youth.
At the age of sixteen, he met Yan Xiaohan for the first time.
During the Cold Food Festival in the 18th year of Yuantai, the sunset in the imperial city was magnificent.
Spring City is full of flying flowers, cold food, east wind and willow slanting.
On this day, Emperor Yuantai went out to worship the mausoleum, and the forbidden army accompanied him. It just so happened that Fu Shen went out for an outing with a group of acquaintances, and returned to the city at sunset.
In the early spring season, the city was full of ladies and gentlemen, and a group of handsome young sons rode their horses into the city, attracting countless attention. More daring women threw silk handkerchiefs in their hands or flowers of various colors used for fighting a hundred herbs to the crowd. The momentum was no less than that of "throwing fruit and chariots".
At this moment, the sound of horses’ hooves suddenly came from behind, and the forbidden army, who was strong and determined, rushed into the city first. The crowd automatically gave way, and the leader shouted: “Go with the imperial car, and the idlers retreat!”
The crowd gathered in front of Fu Shen, those in front kept retreating, and those in the back didn't know what was going on, and they were all congested for a while. Seeing that the forbidden army was about to rush forward, Fu Shen hurriedly turned his horse's head to avoid it. Unexpectedly, his sideways just avoided a flower thrown at the back of his head.
As if the flower had grown eyes, it bypassed Fu Shen and flew straight to the front door of the forbidden army that the horse passed by. The person who threw the flowers didn't know how much effort was used, and Fu Shen even felt that he heard the sound of breaking wind.
The ball is over. He thought unrequitedly.
Throwing flowers at the young son is called Merry, and throwing flowers at the Imperial Army is called hanging by the old birthday star - too long.
The imperial guard raised his hand to intercept the flying flowers and glanced here in surprise. Fu Shen responded very quickly, and immediately pulled up his sleeves to cover his face.
Imperial Army: "… "
Before he could say a word, Yu Nian had already entered the city gate, the forbidden army opened the way, and the people knelt down and worshipped. Fu Shen's group were all noble children, and two of them had the military rank of Enyin, and by coincidence they knelt at the front.
Emperor Yuantai also noticed this group of outstanding sons and buddies, and deliberately stopped to ask. Among the military attachés, the Duke Ying's mansion was the most popular, so Fu Shen was inevitably picked up by the emperor to give him a few words of encouragement. His knees on the stone brick floor hurt so much that the emperor mercifully got up and drove back to the palace.
The imperial chariot continued to move forward, and then the imperial guards filed past. Fu Shen knelt down and waited for the emperor to walk away, and the horse's hoof suddenly stopped in front of him for a moment.
He raised his head inexplicably and met a pair of deep smiling eyes.
The sunset melts gold, the twilight clouds combine, and people are in the depths of the spring breeze.
Fu Shen's eyes slipped from his eyes to his hand holding the reins, and noticed that he was holding a pink and white flower in his palm.
… It was the forbidden army just now.
It was too late for Fu Shen to tug at his sleeves, he could only helplessly watch the corner of the other's light-colored lips twitch, and he drove his horse away and threw the flower back into his arms.
And the hand is very strong, and the flowers are just stuck on the neckline. It's almost like... intentional.
Fu Shen, who was still young, was like a scholar who had been seduced by a fox spirit. He stood up full of confusion, his eyes were blank, and that smile seemed to have melted into the evening photos and remained in his sight.
"Hey, Brother Fu, what are you looking at, let's go?"
Suddenly, he didn't throw away the flower, but held it in his hand, turned on his horse, and pretended to inadvertently ask the person next to him, "The forbidden army just now... Does Brother Yi recognize him?"
Beside him is Yi Siming, the son of Duke Chen Guogong, who has been awarded the fourth grade Jinwu Zhonglang General, and his eyes show contempt: "You mean that kid? Brother, don't blame my brother for not reminding you, that kid is not What a good thing, it's not worth waiting for me to bother to make friends."
Fu Shen: "How do you say this?"
Yi Siming: "That person is Yan Xiaohan, the general of Zuolong Wuwei Zhonglang."
Fu Shen understood as soon as he heard it. Jinwuwei was the head of the forbidden army in Nanya, while Longwuwei belonged to Beiya. The two had never dealt with each other. It was no wonder that Yi Siming had no good feelings for him.
Yi Siming said again: "You don't know, he is Duan Linglong's adopted son. Don't look good, what's the use? Who knows how to climb up..."
In Da Zhou, Xungui looked down on Qingliu, Qingliu looked down on ordinary civil servants, civil officials looked down on military officials, and all of them looked down on eunuchs.
Duan Linglong is the number one eunuch today.
It is conceivable that Yan Xiaohan, who recognizes the eunuch as his adopted father, may be inferior to the eunuch in their eyes.
For some reason, Fu Shen didn't feel disgusted after hearing Yi Siming's words, but felt a little inexplicable regret, just like seeing a flower that was destroyed just after blooming.
By the way, flowers.
He took the flower in his hand and looked closely. However, when he saw it for the first time, his expression immediately froze on his face.
Damn, it's Duo and Tilian!