Kill them all.
This is the big case that involved the vassal kings, guards, and civil servants that shook the court and the opposition, and left the deepest impression on the world.
Han Yuan asked for the beheading together, King An withdrew his vassal, and Jin Yunfeng committed suicide.
Few people know that there are two people who could have escaped to their death, but failed to escape the Dragon Guard's net.
No one knew that those two mortals were living in a small border town incognito, and seven years later, they would be able to meet their saviour again.
The shock that this accidental discovery brought to Fu Shen was comparable to the imperial decree for marriage a month ago.
Over the years, he has changed a lot. He has been challenged by world affairs and tricked by fate. He is no longer the eldest young master who acted with passion. The military career of driving ducks on the shelves made him quickly abandon the most useless childishness and willfulness, as well as unnecessary sensitivity.
With a precipitation of mood and an introverted edge, he learned what it means to be "involuntarily", and also learned to respect "people have their own aspirations". He even rebuilt his friendship with Yan Xiaohan, writing off the past and never mentioning it again.
Back then, Fu Shen angrily threw the jade pendant and broke with him in a loud voice. But when his anger subsided and he thought back, he realized that he should be content, because Yan Xiaohan saved him enough face that day. Feilongwei will be arranged to take action after he leaves, at least half of it is to hide it from him and not make him sad.
No matter what justice is, he treated Fu Shen with the utmost kindness and righteousness.
It's a pity that Fu Shen was angry at that time, no matter what Yan Xiaohan did, in his eyes, he was "deliberate". The two became strangers from then on, until the winter of the eighteenth year of Yuantai, when a foreign envoy came to the DPRK, and a polo meeting was held in the palace. Take on foreign polo masters.
Halfway through the game, the polo was knocked off the court, and the little eunuch who was in charge of picking up the ball was a little slower. People who often play polo are very competitive, and if they go down with a stick, they will be half-crippled even if they don't die. Fu Shen was the closest, rushed over to pick up the little eunuch with one shot, and threw him onto his horse.
Polo has always been rough, and collision injuries are common. The foreigner was deliberately provocative, but he still didn't stop, and the next shot went straight to Fu Shen's face.
It's just that before the club was handed to Fu Shen, something swirled in the corner of the corner and slammed into the foreign player's temple. From immediately smashed into the ground.
Fu Shen looked back in astonishment, and saw Yan Xiaohan sitting on the horse, flicking his wrist as if nothing had happened, and said lightly, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
That one must have used a lot of strength, and even pretended to miss it, the burden on the wrist is not too heavy. Fu Shen observed carefully, in the second half, Yan Xiaohan really changed his left hand to hold the pole, and the right hand holding the reins didn't seem to dare to use any force.
He was in a complicated mood, and he couldn't help but think of old things, and he comforted himself that since he had made a clean break, he would have to repay his kindness and not owe each other.
After the polo match, he stopped Yan Xiaohan on the sidelines and gave him a bottle of good wound medicine as a thank you. Yan Xiaohan didn't let him go like this, while trying to bandage his swollen right hand, he asked, "The barbarians are targeting us everywhere, and if they take advantage of it, they will attack us. If you go to save that little eunuch, don't you put yourself on the line? In danger?"
He actually still has the face to mention the word "save"
Fu Shen didn't have a good face for him, so he asked stubbornly, "Why not? Watching others beat him to death?"
"That's just a eunuch," Yan Xiaohan was really inconvenient with one hand, so he simply gave up, resting his right hand on his knee, and asked calmly, "Is it worth your help?"
Fu Shen understood what he meant, so he got even more angry. He pulled the bandage on the side, sprinkled the medicine and wrapped it in one go, wrapped his right hand into a zongzi, threw down a cold sentence, turned around and left.
"What about the eunuchs? The ones who should not be saved are those who are unscrupulous and unscrupulous. They deserve to die."
The two became strangers again.
In the second year, the northern Xinjiang changed dramatically. Fu Shen experienced the pain of bereavement one after another. Before removing his filial piety, he was pushed to the battlefield by the court officials.
In the early winter of Yuantai's 20th year, before Fu Shen left the capital, Yan Xiaohan took the initiative to send him a message asking him to sit in a garden somewhere. It was snowing heavily that day in the capital, and there were few pedestrians. Fu Shen stepped on the dead grass and snow, walked across the small bridge by the lake, and came to the Huxin Pavilion.
There are three glazed windows and one curtain to block the wind, and the house is warm and fragrant. There was a white plum in the bottle, a few side dishes on the table, and tea was brewing on the tandoor. Yan Xiaohan stood in front of the window looking at the snow, and when he heard him enter the door, he turned around and smiled slightly.
Fu Shen was dressed in white filial piety, with an indifferent face. He grew taller, but he was much thinner than before. He seemed to have emerged from the naivety of a young boy, showing a clear and handsome outline in the future.
"What did you call me for?"
He still has no good face, but his eyes are no longer full of distrust. Of course, it could also be that there was too much national hatred and family hatred on him, and Fu Shen no longer had the strength to care about the trivial things in the past.
Yan Xiaohan said, "Tomorrow's army will start, you and I will get to know each other for a while, and we will do it for you. Would you like to honor your face?"
Fu Shen unceremoniously lifted the hem of his clothes and sat down at the table: "Everyone has come. Don't stand up, just sit."
Yan Xiaohan poured tea for him, raised his glass and said, "The road ahead is very difficult, I hope the general will cherish it. I hope next year... I can still drink here with the general and enjoy the snow."
The road ahead is more than difficult, and the wolf and leopard are simply certain to die.
But he didn't persuade, couldn't persuade, and was not qualified. The three generations of the Fu family's loyal and righteous army souls, dying in battle is not a kind of destination.
Fu Shen held the cup with one hand, touched him lightly, and sneered: "Don't be too affectionate, who wants to watch the snow with you next year? You might as well make a wish. If I die in battle, the last one before I die. The thing is to forgive you."
The wind whimpered on the lake, snowflakes fluttered, and the sky was like a huge void that could not be filled.
It's called farewell, and it's the same as farewell.
"I wish the general a victory and a triumphant return." He didn't shake his hands, smiled as usual, and said softly and steadily: "I hope you will hate me for the rest of your life."
Despite all the difficulties and dangers, Fu Shen finally went upstream and found a way to survive. The wish in the Huxin Pavilion came true, and when he returned to the DPRK, Yan Xiaohan had been promoted to the position of the Flying Dragon Guard Kip Chaplain, which was even less of a thing than before. The two were working in the DPRK and China, and they would pinch each other when they met, and finally they became a pair of mortal enemies that everyone knew.
Past events, gently put aside.
But Fu Shen asked himself, did he really let go of it magnanimously
He can not care about the cause and effect, the wound is scarred and healed as before, but is it so easy to forget the feeling of being stabbed with a knife
Once bitten, twice shy. Fu Shen has to leave behind everything he does now, which is a habit left over from the past. He is no longer afraid of being betrayed, but he no longer dares to trust anyone wholeheartedly.
However, there is still the final truth hidden under the heavy and the old things.
Caiyue is not dead.
"... I and Nian'er were taken away by Feilongwei and locked in a prison, but we were not tortured, and no one was interrogated. About two days later, someone put a drug in our food and drinking water, I don't know. After I slept for a long time, when I woke up, we were already on a carriage in the woods of Baoyan Mountain. The carriage was entangled with food and clothing, so we settled in a nearby village with the money and learned the craft of making wine. I heard that you were in the northern Xinjiang, where there are frequent business trips and peace and stability, so I brought Nian’er to the north. I didn’t expect the blessing of Buddha and Bodhisattva to actually meet a benefactor…”
It is no longer necessary to guess who is responsible for Jin Chan's escape. After Yan Xiaohan took the person back, Jin Yunfeng may have committed suicide in prison before he could report it. Everyone is dead, and it is concluded that Caiyue and that child are irrelevant. It doesn't matter if they are dead or alive. According to Feilongwei's way of cutting grass and rooting, 80% of it is a glass of poisonous wine. He took this opportunity to replace the poison with a drug, and transported the two of them out of the city as corpses, letting them escape.
As for why he suddenly showed kindness, although it sounded like self-indulgent, Fu Shen couldn't find any other reason to explain it.
because of him.
Fu Shen really couldn't find the words to comment on Yan Xiaohan's heartless bastard, his heart seemed to be beaten by someone, it was as fast as a drum, and it was sore and painful. He will never dare to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf again.
If Fu Shen didn't meet Caiyue, Yan Xiaohan would never tell him the truth of this matter for the rest of his life. He will always put on a "mercenary" and "unscrupulous" face, never explaining, never arguing, and never being understood. His origin is his original sin, and some people are born to struggle in the mud.
However, until now, he still dared to say frankly that in his heart, there is nothing higher than "profit"
A pot of strong wine made his heart feel slightly hot.
"What a cruel heart, Brother Yan," Fu Shen grabbed the armrest of the wheelchair and whispered to himself, "Do you really have the heart to make me hate you for the rest of your life?"