It didn't take long for the maid to bring in the freshly fried medicine. Yan Xiaohan took it personally, brought it to Fu Shen, and said succinctly, "Drink."
Fu Shen stared at the white-steaming soup with a heartless heart, silently having luck.
Seeing him like that, Yan Xiaohan couldn't help laughing and laughing. He couldn't help teasing badly, "Master Hou, if you didn't lame your legs, would you be in the room by now?"
"Go out for me," Fu Shen glared at Yan Xiaohan, "Okay, don't talk about it, are you an old hen? Put the medicine there, I'll drink it myself!"
Yan Xiaohan really did not expect that it would be so difficult for him to drink a medicine. After all, Fu Shen has always been a fairly self-disciplined person in his eyes, he will never back down in what he should do, and is almost never willful.
He slowed down and persuaded: "This bowl of medicine is not much, you close your eyes and sigh, and you will see the bottom in a few mouthfuls, really."
Fu Shen turned his head away in pain.
"Do you think the medicine is bitter? Is it that unpleasant to drink?" Yan Xiaohan picked up the bowl and took a sip, frowned, feeling that the bitterness was a bit bitter, but it wasn't unbearable, why did Fu Shen act like that? resist
"It shouldn't be." He saw Fu Shen's lips and face turning pale, frowning forbearance, expecting that he was nauseated by the smell of the medicine, so he put the medicine bowl aside, took his hands, and rubbed his wrists lightly. At Neiguan Point, he asked tentatively, "No ordinary person would have such a big reaction, let alone you. Is there any hidden meaning? Can you tell me?"
Fu Shen's hands were clasped by him, soft, like a small animal spreading its paws. He didn't run away, but looked a little dejected, and reluctantly brought up the past: "I was not in good health when I was a child, and I often took medicine. My mother went early, and the nurse was not very interested in me, and she refused to see me. After drinking the medicine, I squeezed my nose and spit it out, and then it gradually became a problem, and I vomited everything I ate.”
Yan Xiaohan's eyes became colder when he heard this, and he asked softly, "You... did no one find out at home?"
Fu Shen twitched the corners of his mouth: "At that time, my father was at the border, and he was away from home for many years, so no one would take care of me. Later, my second uncle noticed something was wrong and asked someone to stare at the wet nurse secretly, so that I could be rescued from her. Since then, I've switched to taking pills."
He sighed and said frankly: "Actually, it's not that I can't drink, but I'm upset and don't want to drink."
There was a warm touch from the wrist, Yan Xiaohan was a martial artist, and his fingers would not be too soft, but the pressure of pressing and kneading was moderate, which invisibly comforted people. Fu Shen took advantage of this warmth to prepare himself, thinking that hiding was not an option, so he leaned over and reached for the medicine bowl.
Unexpectedly, Yan Xiaohan was uncharacteristically and pushed him back.
Fu Shen looked up at him suspiciously, Yan Xiaohan was sitting on the round stool opposite the bed, but now he put the medicine on the head of the bed, got up and sat beside the bed, leaning against the bed rail, and said, "Today is this The last bowl, tomorrow, let Shen Yice change it into pills for you."
Fu Shen said in his heart that pills are pills, why are you sitting so close
Yan Xiaohan smiled, his tone a little unnatural: "You probably don't remember... Actually, you were able to drink the soup when you were in a coma two days ago."
Fu Shen: "Huh?"
Yan Xiaohan: "I fed it myself."
Fu Shen: "!!!"
Is he really in a coma? How does it feel like I have lost my memory.
"What do you want to do?" Fu Shen warned cautiously, "To be hard? You don't plan to have this house anymore?"
Yan Xiaohan couldn't help laughing: "Don't worry, I didn't plan to use force on you, come, come."
Fu Shen moved towards him suspiciously. Yan Xiaohan said, "Turn around and turn your back to me."
Fu Shen turned around according to his words. He was sitting upright on the bed, but Yan Xiaohan stretched out his hand and grabbed his shoulder, pressing it back hard. Fu Shen fell on his back and fell into his arms.
He was about to go to bed, but he had removed his coat, wearing only a thin white silk tunic, with loose hair, and he was completely defenseless. Across a layer of cloth, Fu Shen could immediately feel the warm and sturdy body clinging to his back, the other person's breathing was clearly audible, and the medicine was bitter, but it couldn't stop the fragrance of agarwood lingering around his neck.
Fu Shen struggled as if his tail had been stepped on, and said sternly, "Yan Xiaohan! Are you tired of living?!"
"Be honest, don't move around." Yan Xiaohan leaned back against the head of the bed, using his left shoulder and chest to support him in a half-lying position, using a bowl in his left hand and a spoon in his right hand to wrap Fu Shen firmly in his arms, bowing his head, His chin touched his hair on the temples: "I know now? That's how I fed you back then. It's not to take advantage of you, but whoever takes advantage of whom may be."
Fu Shen completely remembered.
During the period of time when his high fever persisted, it was indeed someone who hugged him again and again, blew the soup to cool him, and fed him one bite at a time. He had struggled before, but the man was surprisingly gentle and patient, not at all like the heavy-handed wet nurse he remembered. Someone would coax him softly, even when the porcelain spoon touched his lips, and after feeding the medicine, he would give him another spoonful of light honey water.
At that time, two bowls of soup and medicine a day did not seem to be so difficult to swallow.
Yan Xiaohan adjusted to a suitable posture: "It doesn't work if you try again. Just this time, it won't be the case next time. Come on, open your mouth."
For the first time in his life, Fu Shen wanted to find a place to hide, but he was trapped in the crook of his arm. A spoonful of medicine was immediately handed to his mouth, his movements were gentle, but he could not refuse to wait for him to open his lips and teeth. Suddenly, it seems that another consciousness has become the master, and without waiting for rational alert, the body has already responded according to the old memory.
When the first sip of the decoction flowed into his throat, he heard Yan Xiaohan chuckle from the top of his head, as if he was helpless, but he had to condone: "After all, I still need someone to serve you... eldest young master."
Fu Shen nudged him with his elbow, as if dissatisfied, but the force was very light, like a duplicitous pushback, and the ambiguity of the elbow was full of ambiguity.
What's the matter, sir
The eldest young master has not fallen into your hands.
A bowl of soup and medicine soon bottomed out. Fu Shen was like a full-fledged grandfather, without raising his eyelids, he asked for water in a low voice. Yan Xiaohan wrapped his left hand around him and brought the teacup to his mouth. Fu Shen took a sip from his hand and curled his lips, "It's not sweet."
"You're squeamish." Yan Xiaohan returned his hand and put the teacup back in place, complaining half-truths, "You just finished drinking the medicine, and everything you drink is sweet."
Fu Shen seemed to be laughing, but it sounded like a snort because he was stuffed in his arms.
Yan Xiaohan was about to put Fu Shen back on the bed, but unexpectedly, the person in his arms suddenly turned slightly, stretched out his long arms, wrapped his arms around his waist, and rested his head on his shoulders. He was curled up in his arms. , closed his eyes and fell asleep.
Yan Xiaohan was instantly silent.
The shadow of the candle shakes red, and it sees two people in pairs.
They knew what this moment meant, no words needed.
- He was tempted.
a month later.
The carriage stopped outside the corner gate of Yanfu. Because Fu Shen didn't want to publicize his trip, he didn't even go to the main entrance. Xiao Wei carried Fu Shen into the car, put away the wheelchair, and pretended to ask casually, "General, won't Mr. Yan come to see him off?"
Fu Shen's eyes flickered, he simply closed his eyes, and said casually, "I don't need him to send it. Are you ready? Let's go."
Xiao Yao was as careful as his hair, and always felt that his state was not right, not that it was bad, but a little strange. It seems that he has suddenly become estranged from the Master Yan, but he can't see how much the two are born.
However, he only dared to think about these words in his heart, and dared not run to ask Fu Shen what happened. Xiao Yi got on his horse and set off first. The carriage then moved slowly, and the servants of Yan Mansion kept watching them go away, before returning to the mansion and closing the corner door again.
After the group left the city gate, they hadn't gone far when they heard the screeching of horses' hooves behind them, and they came one by one riding the wind and lightning. Xiao Yi stopped his horse and recognized Feilongwei's official robe from a distance. His head was as big as a fight.
Fu Shen closed his eyes in the car and almost fell asleep. He felt the carriage slowly stop without opening his eyes, and asked lazily, "Chongshan?"
Immediately after the curtain was lifted, the figure jumped onto the carriage accompanied by a ray of light. Fu Shen opened his eyes and asked, "Why are you here?"
"You still have to take a look before you leave," Yan Xiaohan said warmly, "Otherwise, don't worry."
The two of them were indeed a little embarrassed during this time. To be precise, since that night, the mentality of both parties has changed, and it takes time to think about it. The alienation was tossing, but it wasn't torture.
Because they all know what the ending is waiting for, it just doesn't live up to the name. The worst outcome could not be worse than it is now. People have already stood at the bottom of the valley, and wherever they go, they are always looking up.
What's more, if the daydreams were bigger, they might have to thank Emperor Yuantai for his unique vision and God-given marriage.
When Fu Shen saw him, his heart was loosened, but he still held it on his face. Gein was surrounded by ears, and even though they were in the car, their words and deeds should not be too much. He said indifferently: "The number of times this marquis travels between the capitals of northern Xinjiang, there are no one hundred or eighty. What is there to worry about, sir? Go back, you have an official position, don't delay for too long."
Yan Xiaohan said, "Let's say goodbye today, and we will see you next year. I hope that Lord Marquis will abide by the marriage contract and live up to the previous promises."
Outside the car, Xiao Yu listened to the cold from behind the corner of the wall with his ears stunned. He thought that Mr. Yan should not be a stunner. He knew that Lord Hou was not happy with the marriage, so why did he insist that the pot should not be opened and raised.
In the car, Yan Xiaohan suddenly pulled Fu Shen, hugged him tightly, lowered his head and whispered into his ear, "Be careful when you go out. It's cold in the north, take good care of yourself, Don't worry me."
Fu Shen gave a rare soft "um", and half-jokingly pressed his heart behind him: "The heart is the same as yours."
The embrace was warm, the ears and temples were rubbing together, and the heartbeats of the two gradually converged. Fu Shen and his side face gently pressed against each other, as gentle as possible, as if for the first time in his life he knew what "tenderness is like water, and good times are like dreams".
After embracing each other for a long time, he finally pushed Yan Xiaohan away, straightened the crumpled collar for him, motioned him to get out of the car, and sent off the guest in a very arrogant and arrogant tone: "Don't worry, Mr. Come to the door in person to marry an adult, with red makeup in ten miles, you will definitely live up to the king!"
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
Everyone: "… "
Xiao Yu secretly touched the saber on his waist, ready to rush up to pull the side of the fight in the event of a fight, and he must not let Hou Ye be beaten to death because of his lack of words.
Two days later, the carriage entered the boundary of Yanzhou.
The surrounding scenery is becoming more and more familiar. Except for the trees withering, everything is the same as when they left in autumn. Although Fu Shen was born in the capital, he grew up in the north. Yanzhou is like his second hometown, which makes him involuntarily relax. When I got down, I even had the interest to occasionally look at the scenery outside through the small window of the car.
They took the commercial road, passing through large and small towns and villages along the way. At night, the group settled in Lianqi Town. When Fu Shen passed the alley, he smelled a sweet aroma of wine, which made him want to move, so he told Xiao Yi to turn around and go in to find out.
Xiao Yi tried to stop him with a bitter face: "My lord, you can't drink, but we will go back to see Doctor Du soon!"
Fu Shen didn't care: "Don't worry, he finished digesting it early in the night, and he couldn't see it."
Xiao Yu: "Yan, Master Yan won't let you drink!"
Fu Shen's eager smile froze.
He hated the iron and pointed at Xiao Wei: "Which way do you turn your elbow? There is no distinction between inside and outside! Bei Yan is Lao Tzu's territory, no matter how long Yan Xiaohan stretches his hand, can he manage to come here, ah? Everyone kept their mouths shut, if half a word of this matter is leaked, I will ask you!"
Xiao Wei couldn't help but retorted: "Feilongwei is psychic, if he doesn't get it right, will he know?"
Fu Shen's arrogance instantly decreased by half.
"Chongshan, you are still young and don't understand the sinister nature of human hearts," Fu Shen said earnestly, "Between Ben Marquis and Yan Xiaohan, it is not only the two of us who have to fight to win, but also the battle between Beiyan Army and Feilongwei. Contest. If I’m still under his control outside the capital, I’ll be afraid of the inside if I don’t go through the door! Tell me, how will the brothers of the Beiyan Army look up in front of Feilongwei in the future?”
Xiao Yi was stunned when he heard it: "Master Hou is wise."
The "not afraid of internal" Hou Jingning finished fooling this silly child, and he rocked his wheelchair to the alley with peace of mind.
The hotel is not big, with only three tables, chairs, benches and a counter. When it was the proprietress who was selling wine, Fu Shen picked a slightly spacious table and pressed it lightly with his hand: "The store, what kind of wine do you have?"
The woman behind the counter heard the sound and saw his face, but she stood there in a daze.
Fu Shen didn't hear the response, so he looked up and happened to meet her eyes.
In an instant, a strange sense of familiarity suddenly surged in his heart: "You..."
"you… "
The two spoke at the same time, but Fu Shen paused, but the woman trembled and asked, "This son, your... but your surname is Fu?"
She looked like that, with a smile in her tears, she was clearly overly surprised and overjoyed and didn't know what to do. Fu Shen was called to wear her identity, but seeing that she didn't seem to be malicious, she nodded slightly.
The next moment, the woman ran out of the counter and bowed her head: "The little girl was rescued by you in the past. Fortunately, I have to meet a benefactor again today. The benefactor is above, please accept the little girl!"
"No, wait," Fu Shen couldn't remember such a person at all, and asked suspiciously, "This girl, who are you...?"
The woman choked and said, "Huanren County Baoyan Mountain Youlan Villa, Jin Gong's unjust case, seven years have passed, and it has not yet been revealed."
Fu Shen's pupils shrank suddenly, as if someone had hit him hard from the top of his head, his face turned pale, and he said every word in disbelief: "You are... Caiyue?"
This name is like a hurricane, instantly destroying his years of stubbornness and obsession. The torrent of memories flooded Fu Shen in an instant, ups and downs, and pushed him into a long past that he didn't dare to recall and didn't want to mention.
It was the first time in his too short boyhood that he was crushed by someone's sincerity.
—It was also the dead end between him and Yan Xiaohan.
The author has something to say: Prepare, sing: I am a little bit tempted by you~ A little hesitation~
Of course, "moved" does not mean "together", and they have to overcome the problem of different views.
The next three to four chapters are all about the past, specifically how the young Di Xiaofu was trampled to pieces.