When Fu Shen woke up the next day, Yan Xiaohan had already left the house. The two broke up unhappily last night, and the servants were somewhat aware that it was unusually quiet today, for fear of accidentally touching his bad head.
Fu Shen revisited his old dream and remembered many things in the past, but he didn't feel that the dispute last night was a big deal. Everyone has their own aspirations, and he cannot ask everyone to follow the "right way" like him. Besides, Yan Xiaohan knew very well how he was a person. He was not kind and loyal, but he was definitely not as ruthless and ruthless as he said.
On this day, there was an endless stream of visitors to the Jingning Hou Mansion. Following the kneeling of the gate chief of Fu Shen, the co-signing of the six censors to persuade, and Ying Guo’s announcement to close the mansion due to illness, countless people in the capital were waiting to see how this farce would end. . Of course, Xiao Yi couldn't directly convey the nonsense made up by Fu Shen, so he could only vaguely say "Master Hou is recuperating in the mansion of Lord Yan". However, this sentence is really thought-provoking. The well-informed person inquired a little and heard that the Ministry of Rites was preparing for the marriage of the two, and they knew that the marriage between Yan and Fu was a sure thing.
In contrast, the Yan Mansion was much quieter. First, because Yan Xiaohan was still in the court, he blocked all the temptations, and secondly, Feilongwei was notorious, and there were only a few people who were willing to associate with him. Fu Shen's nature is at ease, and he spends his days in Yan Mansion comfortably. He feels that this place is a hundred times stronger than his overgrown Hou Mansion. There are beautiful maids who are pleasing to the eye, three different meals a day and a variety of desserts. Except for not pinching his nose and drinking the bitter medicine soup opened by Shen Yice, everything was perfect.
As soon as Yan Xiaohan walked into the yard, he heard Fu Shen sigh in the room: "... He Tiao's calligraphy and paintings are now too expensive, how many people can't get one, he just hangs it so carelessly... You Can the adults understand it?"
Since he came, the atmosphere in the Yan Mansion has been a bit unstable. The maid's shrill laughter like a silver bell floated out from the half-closed window, Yan Xiaohan's footsteps paused, and she listened carefully, a feeling that was both peaceful and uneven suddenly appeared in her heart.
He thought to himself unreasonably: I am the one who brings you medicine and water, and it should be me who accompanies you to enjoy pictures and drink tea. Why do you talk and laugh with them, but you are stingy with me
He wanted to take another step forward, but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. The emotional dizziness suddenly cooled down, Yan Xiaohan slapped the thoughts just now in his heart again, as if he had chewed a handful of ice balls, smiled half-sourly, and asked himself: "Yes, I Why?"
No matter what, Yan Xiaohan couldn't take this step. Yan Xiaohan felt like a snail whose shell had been shattered. After breaking the jar last night, he could no longer hold a calm armor to face Fu Shen today.
Thinking like this, he turned his footsteps and walked out of the courtyard. Unexpectedly, there was a girl with particularly sharp ears in the room. He heard footsteps and glanced outside, just in time to catch a current: "Master is back."
Everyone hurriedly opened the door to welcome him in. Fu Shen turned his head from the bookshelf, holding wolfberry and red jujube tea in his hand, with a smile that hadn't disappeared in his eyes, as if it was specially reserved for him, and greeted, "I'm back."
Yan Xiaohan didn't receive the expected cold face, and was stunned for a moment. Seeing that his face was not good, Fu Shen said with concern, "What's the matter, what happened?"
He said to the maids, "Go down and let the cook prepare dinner. I'll have a few words with your master."
That gesture and tone, really like another master in this mansion. Before Yan Xiaohan had never imagined what kind of wife he would marry in the future, maybe he could be a lonely old man for a lifetime, but the scene in front of him was naturally smooth, as if it had followed his intentions, and unexpectedly Fill in the missing piece of the dream.
He didn't want to think about it any more, sorted out his emotions, and sat down opposite Fu Shen: "The wedding date determined by the Ministry of Rites is February 12, the Hua Dynasty Festival. In my opinion, the imperial edict for marriage has just been issued, and now I will tell the emperor. If you want to go back to Beiyan, you must mention it and dismiss it. You should wait a little longer. At the end of the year, you will write a statement, saying that you are about to get married. Please go back to Yanzhou to worship your father and uncle, and tell your comrades. Returning to Beijing in February, I'm afraid the emperor will allow it."
Fu Shen thought for a while, then nodded: "It makes sense, so let's do it like this."
He suddenly realized that since living with Yan Xiaohan, the number of times he said "just do it" has skyrocketed. This feeling is very strange. He does not have any dissatisfaction with being deprived of decision-making power, but feels very relieved. Because if it were him, 80% would make the same decision.
What's even more rare is that the decision that can make Fu Shen not pick out the fault will definitely benefit him without any harm. As an "outsider", Yan Xiaohan was able to put himself in his shoes. Once or twice, it was accidental, and every time it happened, it was a deep thoughtfulness.
"It feels good to not have to worry about yourself," Fu Shen sighed inwardly, "If anyone has to treat him with sincerity, I'm afraid he will be spoiled."
After the two finished their business, they were relatively speechless and fell into an awkward silence. After a while, Fu Shen took the initiative to start a conversation: "You looked bad just now, what happened?"
Yan Xiaohan sat in the armchair with his back still straight, shook his head and said, "It's alright."
Fu Shen believed that he had a ghost, but no matter how smart he was, he couldn't guess the needle-like thoughts of Master Yan, and tentatively asked: "Did you not sleep well, or... Are you still angry about what happened last night?"
Yan Xiaohan's brows moved, looking a little surprised, but he didn't say anything.
Fu Shen could see it through. This person said "it's fine", but his face was written "I have something to do, I won't tell you, come and coax me".
He thought to himself, "I'm used to you."
However, he continued to ask: "Are you really angry? Because I let you go yesterday?"
Yan Xiaohan gave a nasal "hum" as if disdainfully.
Fu Shen suppressed a smile and said, "Since you begged me, I'll try to coax you" and said, "I was wrong, I shouldn't let you go. You have a lot of people, so don't have the same knowledge as me, eh? ?"
Yan Xiaohan stared at him so fixedly that Fu Shen was about to get goosebumps. He daringly met his gaze. After a while, Yan Xiaohan turned his face away suddenly, "Puchi" and laughed out loud.
Fu Shen breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand and touched the base of his ear, feeling a little hot.
He thought inexplicably, "Am I sick? Why don't you just let him die of anger."
It took Yan Xiaohan a long time to stop laughing. Fu Shen's pretense of tenderness just now vanished. He glanced at him and said coolly, "This time it's alright, so don't be petty?"
Yan Xiaohan bowed his hands and said calmly, "Okay. Thank you Marquis for being considerate."
Fu Shen sneered, turned the wheelchair and walked out the door: "How old are you, it's not ashamed to lose."
That night, the two of them reunited in the bedroom again, nothing serious, except that it was a routine for Yan Xiaohan to take a look at him before going to bed. During these days, Fu Shen changed clothes, bathed, went in and out of bed, and Yan Xiaohan took care of it himself. The only thing was to take medicine. Since he was not in the house during the day, he didn't watch him in person except for the first few days. A quarter of an hour before going to bed, the maid came in with the medicine. It happened that Yan Xiaohan was sent to the study by Fu Shen to help him find a book. When he came back, Fu Shen was leaning on the bedside, and the medicine bowl on the table was already empty.
Yan Xiaohan always felt that something was wrong. He took the book to Fu Shen and glanced at the medicine bowl suspiciously. Fu Shen noticed his gaze and asked casually, "What are you looking at?"
Yan Xiaohan turned his face, his eyes flashed across Fu Shen's face.
"wrong."
Fu Shen: "Huh?"
Yan Xiaohan asked, "Have you taken the medicine?"
Fu Shen: "Drink." He stretched out his hand and pointed, "Where is the bowl."
"Edit, continue to make up," Yan Xiao's cold and fiery rage, "Would you like me to take a mirror to take a look at you? Your lips are dry! Do you drink medicine? Where did you drink it, your ears and eyes? That medicine didn't cure you. Brain?!"
Fu Shen: "..."
The ball is over. It's not good to be a thief, and was caught.
Yan Xiaohan saw that he was speechless, and knew that this was definitely not the first time Fu Shen had done such a thing. He walked around the room angrily, and finally kicked out a white porcelain spittoon from the bed.
Fu Shen sat on the bed honestly, and Fu Fa confessed his guilt very sincerely.
Yan Xiaohan pointed at him, reluctantly suppressed the anger, went out and ordered someone to fry another bowl of medicine, went back to the room and closed the door, and said with a sullen face, "Tell me, when did it start."
Fu Shen hehe laughed dryly: "Don't get angry, my cold is already cured, it doesn't matter whether I take the medicine or not..."
"'It doesn't matter'?" Yan Xiao asked coldly, "Who told you that you don't need to take the medicine, Shen Yice? Or me?"
Fu Shen: "..."
It can be seen that he has worked hard to endure and not turn his face, all because of Yan Xiaohan's concern for his body, but that bastard who only exposes people's shortcomings does not stop, and continues to chatter: "Relying on youth. If you spoil your body, don't you think about what you will do when you get old? You don't know how many injuries you have on your body. If you can't cure the cold, it will be too late for you to remember the root of the disease!"
Fu Shen's brain hurts because of his nagging. There is a domineering side of his personality. No one has dared to scold him like this for so many years. Fu Shen waved his hand impatiently: "It's alright, there's no end to it. Don't worry, I will definitely not let you watch over the widow... hiss!"
Yan Xiaohan shot like lightning, grabbed his jaw, and shouted in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense!"
He was really angry, and his hands were so strong that Fu Shen felt that his jawbone was about to be crushed, but because of this, he finally saw the horror flashing in Yan Xiaohan's eyes.
His heart softened suddenly.
Fu Shen eats soft but not hard, especially the hint of weakness occasionally revealed by someone who has always been tough, it is easier to break through his defenses.
What's more, he was wrong.
He raised his hand and grabbed Yan Xiaohan's right hand that was holding him, and patted it a few times in a soothing way: "Okay, okay, sorry, I was wrong, okay?"
Yan Xiaohan let go, but Fu Shen didn't let go. He still held his hand in the palm of his hand, with a kind of tenderness for no reason.
He looked down, and his heart was extinguished for the most part.
Yan Xiaohan sighed deeply, "I'm so pissed off."
Fu Shen hurriedly confessed his mistake and apologized, reassuringly that he was only a short-term debtor, and that he would not believe it in the future. At the end, he couldn't help laughing, shaking his head and saying, "What's wrong with you today, I'm making you angry."
Yan Xiaohan still had a stern face, but the corners of his eyes curved into a small arc.
Thinking about it carefully, since returning to Beijing, the situation has taken a turn for the worse. Ambush assassinations, conspiracies, and the emperor's marriage... Which one doesn't make people worry and toss and turn? Why is it such a trivial matter now that two big men quarrel and reconcile like children playing at home.
Are you in a hurry
He was as strong as Fu Shen, and his mind was as deep as Yan Xiaohan. Outside he was calling for wind and rain, and he returned to the same roof.
Just because this is "home".