The twilight climbed up the window lattice, the sky was dim, and the yellowed pictures on the walls disappeared into the boundless darkness. Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen exchanged cups and drank together, completing the final ceremony, and then saluting the portrait of the ancestors of the Fu family, Fang turned and walked down the golden stage.
This church worship was heavy and pathetic, rendering the originally less festive atmosphere even lower. Yan Xiaohan put Fu Shen on the back of the horse, deliberately softening the atmosphere, and said, "Then we should go back to the Hou's Mansion, worship the heaven and earth, and then go back and thank the emperor. You and I both ran away without seeing anyone, and the adults of the Ministry of Rites were afraid that they would even pinch them. We both have our hearts to die."
Fu Shen scoffed: "Let him come. I can hit ten with one hand."
The Beiyan Iron Horsemen who came to watch the ceremony didn't think it was a big deal, and burst into laughter. Yan Xiaohan smiled helplessly, shook his head, mounted his horse, and walked side by side with Fu Shen. The welcoming team and the Beiyan Army joined together, and a large group of people rushed towards the capital.
The capital city knew that Yan and Fu were getting married today, so many people were looking forward to it. They even went to the street to watch the excitement. From dawn to dark, there was no movement. They were anxious like ants on a hot pot, and there was a lot of discussion. The palace was waiting to hear the letter, and had already sent people to the Hou’s mansion to ask three times; the Master of Rites was so furious that he fainted twice, did not say anything, and insisted on returning to his hometown.
Just as the chaos in the Houfu Palace turned into a pot of porridge, the north gate of the capital suddenly opened, and two bright red-robed horses leaped out from the long and deep shadow of the tower, their robes and sleeves swaying in the wind, as if their peers would sink into the horizon. The last two blazes burst out from the setting sun below, and in an instant they flew across the dark and old streets shrouded in twilight.
Unrestrained and unrestrained, handsome and elegant.
There was a sudden burst of cheers from the crowd. I don't know who it started from, the people took the lights to the streets, one by one, hundreds of thousands, and gradually formed a long river of brilliance, which made the silver man in the sky pale. As they passed by, countless people threw red flowers and shouted in unison, "Congratulations to Fu Shuai's wedding!"
"The general's wedding is a great joy!"
"Master Hou is safe and healthy, and the blessings are long!"
The big red flowers fell like raindrops, and the cries became louder and louder, and finally it became a carnival all over the city. Not only Fu Shen, but even Yan Xiaohan didn't expect such a big scene.
It is indescribable the taste of that moment, like a heart full of holes being lifted from the ice and snow. Fu Shen's expression was instantly moved. From Yan Xiaohan's point of view, there seemed to be tears in his eyes.
The horse slowly slowed down, and the group finally stopped at the head of Chunhe Bridge.
On the bridge and under the bridge are the people holding the lanterns, like thousands of fireflies lit in the boundless night. Fu Shen sat on the horse, raised his hand to tidy up his clothes, and then bowed solemnly and silently to all the onlookers on the street.
He only said four words, and the words fell to the ground.
"Fu is ashamed."
When he opened his mouth, his voice was choked to a hoarseness. The meritorious deeds of the three generations of the Fu family have been left in the annals of history, engraved on the stele, and recited by thousands of people. Fu Shen, who listened to the praiseworthy words, had calluses in his ears. He was also proud and satisfied and complacent. , feel that he has made great contributions and deserves the gratitude of the world to him.
But when he really knew what "the people's heart desires", he put away all his arrogance and felt ashamed, as small as a speck of dust between the heavens and the earth.
The foreign aggression is not yet settled, the world is not settled, and he is grateful and remembered by so many people for his insignificant military exploits.
Fu Shen knew for himself that a large part of the "responsibility" he carried was due to his being a family member of Fu, and he could not fall into the prestige of his ancestors; the other part was due to his stubbornness and unwillingness to admit defeat, and the heavy burden was on his shoulders. Pick up your teeth too. As for "morality", in fact, it only occupies a very small part, and it is out of tune with the surrounding. He has to stand alone and for a long time like caring for a candle, lest it be accidentally extinguished in the wind and rain.
And tonight, he suddenly discovered that he was not the only one who was stubbornly guarding this lamp.
Thousands of lights, prayers, flowers falling like rain, he seems to have finally found the courage and faith to continue on this long road.
A warm and powerful hand placed on Fu Shen's shoulder, and gave a soothing grip. His back seemed to be leaning against a hard wall. Yan Xiaohan approached him and said softly, "It's getting late, let's go."
Fu Shen nodded unconsciously, suddenly raised his hand to catch something, and said goodbye to his neck. Before Yan Xiaohan could react, Fu Shen had already lifted the reins and continued to urge the horse forward.
A faint fragrance diffused, Yan Xiaohan looked down and was stunned.
It was a buddy lotus.
Jingning Houfu.
Everyone is looking forward to it, looking forward to wearing autumn water, and it can be considered that these two living ancestors have been looking forward to coming back. The officials of the Ministry of Rites were still stunned when they saw Fu Shen riding on the horse. Realizing that Fu Shen hadn't recovered, he just held on all the way.
The end of the hero, the twilight of the beauty, and the last persistence of a disabled general are both sentimental and admirable, and also regrettable.
Because of this subtle sympathy, the anger in his stomach dissipated a little. He didn't attack the two of them. Gong and Lingtang are waiting for the two of you to visit the church."
Feilongwei's status is detached, and he always ignores the civil servants. Yan Xiaohan just hummed lightly, focusing on taking care of Fu Shen. He pushed it away and whispered, "You don't have to do it, let Qingheng and the others come."
There was a long red carpet from the door to the main hall. Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan each held a red silk. Yu Qiaoting pushed the wheelchair into the wedding hall. The whole room was brightly lit, with dragon and phoenix candles lit everywhere, and the guests stood up to congratulate. The Qin family was dressed in brocade, and sat high on one side of the main seat, while the other side was empty. The Duke of Ying Fu Tingyi was sitting in the first place. Hearing them entering the door, he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Fu Shen indifferently. .
Qin Shi had waited for a few hours, and the boss was already impatient. If he was at home, he would have been scolding earth-shatteringly at this moment. However, today's wedding banquet was held in Jingning Hou's mansion, and all the people were old friends of the Fu family. She had to grit her teeth and pretend to be dignified and virtuous, so as not to lose her identity in front of these dignitaries.
But when she saw Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan, she couldn't help but laugh.
Back then, their mother and son lived tremblingly under Fu Shen's shadow, and the entire Ying Kingdom's mansion "only heard about the eldest son, not the younger son". In the end, instead of marrying a man, he knocked out his teeth and swallowed blood, and respectfully kowtowed to her, the lady of the country!
"This child is really worrying, how can you be late for the big wedding day? It also delayed the auspicious time, and made so many people wait for you for an hour in vain." Qin Shi never left the chair, and pretended to scolded Fu Shen and said, "Once upon a time It’s okay to be lawless at home, and when you become a relative in the future, you can’t be so willful any more.”
As he spoke, he turned to Yan Xiaohan, and said affectionately, "Menggui, this kid Jing Yuan has been spoiled. If there is anything inappropriate, please bear with me."
This is disgusting. The whole house was silent, and the needles could be heard. Whoever was present didn't know what happened to Yingguo Gong's family, so they all sat up straight and put up their ears, feeling that there would be a good show next.
Fu Shen's face sank immediately, and he was about to have a seizure, but someone held his shoulder and pressed him lightly, motioning him not to move. Yan Xiaohan's voice sounded above his head, and he said slowly and leisurely, "It's easy to say. I don't worry about it, who else will."
His words sounded a bit sarcastic. After contacting the cause and effect, everyone present thought he was dissatisfied with the marriage of this man.
Only Fu Shen could hear a veiled and low-key display and a desire for exclusiveness.
The anger in his chest subsided in an instant, the corners of his mouth curved indistinctly, and he relaxed his back following the strength of Yan Xiaohan's support on his shoulders, preparing to concentrate on watching the show—if not for the conditions, he would even want to cross his legs.
Qin Shi was obviously very satisfied with Yan Xiaohan, she took it for granted that Yan Xiaohan hated Fu Shen, the enemy of the enemy was a friend, and he must be on the same front as herself.
She smiled sympathetically and generously and said, "Don't stand still, come to the church quickly, you can't delay your salute..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Yan Xiaohan suddenly interrupted her: "Wait a minute."
"What's wrong?"
Yan Xiaohan said, "Jingyuan's high halls are all dead, so the two of us should pay homage to the spiritual seat. Why can't we see the tablet in the happy hall?"
Qin Shi was taken aback: "This..."
Yan Xiaohan continued, "Where did you come from, and you dare to take the throne and be honored by this official and the Marquis of Jingning? Aren't you afraid of losing your birthday?"
Fu Shen wanted to applaud him. Qin shi's face turned from red to white and then blue, her lips and hands under her wide sleeves were trembling, she never expected Yan Xiaohan to suddenly attack and retorted, but he gave him a smiling, murderous look. Frightened momentarily silent.
That's Feilongwei!
Before she could answer, Yan Xiaohan seemed to be tired of talking nonsense with her, and said coldly, "Come on, drag it on."
As soon as he gave an order, two flying dragon guards immediately stood out from the crowd. They moved fast as if they had been rehearsing. They grabbed Qin Shi's arm and pulled her down from the main seat, and dragged her out on the spot.
Qin Shi seemed to wake up suddenly, struggling and screaming frantically, but after only two words, the well-trained Feilongwei blocked his mouth.
The "woo woo" sound gradually faded away, and the hall returned to a dead silence.
The accident happened too fast, the dust had settled between the light and the flint, the Qin family had been dragged away, and Fu Ya just woke up like a dream, jumped up and rushed in front of Yan Xiaohan, and said furiously, "Shameless thief! How dare you insult my mother!"
He raised his fist and was about to hit someone, but Yan Xiaohan kicked him and flew out a few feet. After the kick, he asked, "Who is this?"
Fu Shen was about to die from laughing at him. The banquet was not all to watch the fun, and there were also one or two kind people. Seeing that Fu Ya was kicked by Yan Xiaohan and couldn't get up for a long time, he trembled and comforted him, "That's the young master of the Fu family, Master Hou. His biological mother is, uh... Mrs. Qin just now, you have a lot of adults, don't have the same knowledge as a child. "
Yan Xiaohan gave an "oh" and said in surprise, "Yan has only heard of Mr. Fu, but has never heard of Mr. Fu. It turned out to be Jing Yuan's half-brother, so I misunderstood."
There, Fu Ya finally took a breath, when he heard him pretending to say "misunderstanding", almost spitting out a mouthful of blood. He was embarrassed and annoyed, his eyes burned red, he touched something he had knocked down around him, but without looking at it, he smashed it at will, and yelled, "Fuck your motherfucker!"
He didn't have enough accuracy this time. The hidden weapon didn't fly towards Yan Xiaohan, but instead flew towards Fu Shen. He easily raised his hand and grabbed it. When he held it in front of him, he saw that it was a half-shattered porcelain bowl.
Yan Xiaohan was still raising the bar reluctantly, "Young Master Fu's mouth is too dirty and uneducated..." He looked down at the bowl in Fu Shen's hand, his eyes fell on the edge of the broken porcelain that shone with cold light, his face suddenly blacken.
A murderous aura a few feet high rose from behind him, and he said sullenly, "How dare you use such a sharp object to assassinate your elder brother, you are really daring."
Everyone's heart was about to burst through their chests and landed on Yan Xiaohan's face: "Be awake!" They didn't want to harm his big brother, they just wanted to hit you upright! There is also a limit to reversing black and white!
Fu Shen raised his hand to cover his mouth, suppressed a smile and coughed a few times. Yan Xiaohan seemed to have just remembered someone like him, and leaned over to persuade, "Don't get angry... On the big day, it shouldn't be too much trouble, but since you and I are married, husband and wife are one, and you are inconvenient to move around, I have to ask for it. I will take care of this disrespectful and vicious younger brother for you. Lord Hou won’t be reluctant, will he?”
His tone was gentle, but the threat in his words was clear.
To do a full set of dramas, Fu Shen was embarrassed: "This..."
Yan Xiaohan said mildly, "Flying Dragon Guard has a lot on his hands, and he won't see blood, so it's just a small punishment and a big admonition."
Fu Shen hesitated for a moment, then said in a loss, "Then do as you said."
Yan Xiaohan straightened up with satisfaction, and turned to Fei Longwei who was standing by: "Have you heard what Marquis said? Take Young Master Fu down and play a few slaps lightly so that he knows his mistakes and repents."
The court officials who were familiar with Feilongwei's routine couldn't help shivering, and looked at Fu Ya with sympathy in his eyes: Fight until you know your mistake, that is, you won't stop, fight to the death...
The wolf-like Feilongwei set up Fu Ya and dragged him out.
Having a good wedding banquet has caused unexpected events and turmoil, making people feel that sitting for another moment will be torture. The most miserable is Jingning Hou Fu Shen, because the ruthless and domineering Feilongwei Kipchap still refuses to stop. Yan Xiao felt a hint of coldness, and complained with three sighs, "As expected, 'every family has a scripture that is difficult to read', we just got married, and we have to deal with this mess, and we don't know how to deal with it in the future... "
Feilongwei usually uses many times more tricks and tricks when he creates wrongful prisons and mutilates Zhongliang. .
Fu Shen stared at him with a half-smile, but his heart softened uncontrollably: "Thank you for your hard work, wise helper."
Yan Xiaohan's eyes suddenly darkened.
Fu Shen didn't know the consequences of his casual joke - not long after, the turmoil at the wedding banquet of Jingning Hou's mansion quickly spread in the community. Wei insulted his mother, beat up his younger brother, and finally forced others to praise him for his virtuousness in front of Hou Jingning!"
Too arrogant! Shameless! The lackeys of the court are killing Zhongliang again!
Not to mention later, the farce is over now, and the wedding banquet that should be held must continue. After sending away Qin's mother and son, everyone turned their attention to Fu Tingyi, the only surviving Duke of Ying on the field.
Different from his father and two older brothers, Fu Tingyi was frail since he was a child. Later, his elder brothers passed away one after another. When the Duke of Ying was in urgent need of a person to lead the way, Fu Shen led the troops out and shared most of the pressure. Then he stepped forward without haste and inherited the title. After the separation of Yingguo Gongfu and Jingning Houfu, this transparent man became more secluded. It was said that he was addicted to cultivating immortals and alchemy, and even the entire Guogongfu was declining day by day.
Because there is a big family in front of Zhuyu, the evaluation of the third master in the market is much harsher. It is said that Fu Tingyi has no advantages, and it all depends on investing in a good tire. In this life, he will be able to live without food and clothing just by picking up leaks. Isn't he asking the immortals, maybe one day he can pick up a leak and soar in the daytime!
No matter what happened to the Qin family, Fu Shen always respected this third uncle. Whether it is really unintentional or intentional to keep a low profile, the low profile of Yingguo's government over the years has made Fu Shen less worried.
He motioned Yan Xiaohan to push himself in front of Fu Tingyi, raised his hand and bowed, "Third uncle."
On the day when my nephew was overjoyed, Fu Tingyi was still wearing a Taoist robe. In recent years, he has often fasted a vegetarian diet. He has a clear appearance and a long beard under his chin. He really looks a bit immortal. There was such a big mess before, but he never said a word, turned a blind eye, closed his eyes and meditated, while silently reciting the Taoist scriptures, and only opened his eyes slightly when Fu Shen called him.
Fu Tingyi's eyes were bright, and his tone was vague: "You don't have to worship me. Your parents' spiritual positions are both in the ancestral hall at home. If you are willing, you can go to worship on your own."
I don't know who he was talking to, and he didn't wait for anyone to answer.
This time, even Feilongwei looked at Fu Shen with sympathy in his eyes: they had lost both their parents when they were young, and they had no relatives.
Fortunately, Fu Shen didn't care, he and Yan Xiaohan had already met their elders at the Golden Terrace, and the rest were nothing to worry about. It was just right that everyone had left, and he wanted to leave for a long time.
The wedding banquet lasted until late at night, and when the last group of guests were sent off, Yan Xiaohan said to Fu Shen, "Leave this place for the servants to clean up, you go to live in my mansion first."
He knew that Fu Shen had no feelings for the Hou Mansion and would not refuse his invitation. Guess Fu Shen pondered for a moment, but actually refused: "No need. I should have told you earlier, but I forgot in a hurry: after the wedding, I plan to move to a farm outside the city to recuperate, and I will write you an address later. If you have anything, you can find me over there."
Yan Xiaohan's pupils shrank slightly, but his voice was still calm: "Just get married and live away from home? Was it because I was not well entertained before?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it," Fu Shen turned his head sideways, glanced outside the door from the corner of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "I have a ticket for the Beiyan Army, and it's like living in your house."
Yan Xiaohan's heart was a little more relaxed, not so blocked, but deep regret appeared in his eyes: "Isn't it okay to stay for one night?"
Fu Shen's heart was "flickering" for a moment, it was about to soften, and he asked with a smile, "So reluctant to part with me?"
The two whispered in the red candle burning bridal chamber, one deliberately seduced, the other accommodating, and the atmosphere was unbelievable.
Yan Xiaohan said, "I have prepared some things, thinking that when you come back, maybe I can use them... But now it seems that I am doing this too much."
Even though he knew that Yan Xiaohan could only believe half of what he said, and most of his seemingly sincere loneliness and melancholy were acting, Fu Shen couldn't help but compromise.
"How can you make a fool of yourself?" He held Yan Xiaohan's hand and said sincerely, "It was my fault for not telling you in advance. If that's the case, then I'll be bothering you tonight."
Yan Xiaohan lowered his eyes and looked at the hand he was clasping.
When he saw the big red lantern hanging at the entrance of Yan's Mansion, Fu Shen woke up from the state of being unable to reach the north. He felt that Yan Xiaohan was most likely a slapper before he entered Feilongwei—probably General Fu didn't expect that he was stubborn. After so many years, it has been so smooth to succumb, not even a stammer.
He and the wheelchair were placed under the eaves facing the courtyard, Yan Xiaohan pushed him and walked forward slowly.
The two of them didn't stop in front of the main room. Just as Fu Shen was about to remind him that there were steps ahead, he felt the wheelchair slide up smoothly along a slope.
Fu Shen was shocked.
He finally found out how this house was different from before
All the places with steps were smoothed and changed into gentle slopes, and the thresholds were all removed, leaving only a flat ground.
At first glance, it is a special design for people with inconvenient legs and feet at home who use a wheelchair.
For ordinary people, if there is a disabled person at home, just taking care of it is exhausting, and few people are willing to spend a lot of effort to remodel the inconvenient steps and thresholds. But Yan Xiaohan, even though he knew that their marriage was just a formality and that Fu Shen would not live long, he still silently changed the whole house.
The human heart is full of flesh, and it is a lie to say that it cannot be tolerated.
Although they bowed and made a promise, Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan have just taken the first step of being honest. There are still countless secrets and differences between them. No one can tell what exactly is between them. There are too many things in the relationship, and that little bit of temptation and affection is like a drop of water into the sea, which seems insignificant.
Can even trivial feelings be able to do this
Different from the exaggerated layout of Jingning Hou's Mansion, Yan Mansion was obviously well-organized, delicate everywhere, gorgeous and quiet. Fu Shen even saw a few pots of orchid in the room, and he couldn't help but think of what he had found in Beiyan Town, and asked unintentionally, "After so many years, Brother Yan still likes orchid."
Yan Xiaohan's hand gripping the wheelchair tightened unconsciously, and then calmly said, "If it weren't for the time constraints, I would still like to prepare another pool for you and Tilian."
Fu Shen was stabbed in the heart precisely by this sentence, but he didn't pick up the words for a while.
Yan Xiaohan seemed to be showing him around, pushing his wheelchair through the buildings and corridors, and finally stopped outside a small room very close to the bedroom.
Fu Shen remembered that this was the bathroom.
"Do you want to go in?" Fu Shen raised his head and asked him, "What's so beautiful about the bathroom?" Isn't it just a screen and a few tubs—
Yan Xiaohan raised his hand and pushed open the door. Entering the door is still a large screen of jade landscape, but you can go around it, but there is a hole behind it.
Several rooms were opened up and connected into a large room. The room was empty, with no furnishings, except for a large bathtub made of jade on the ground in the center. Now there is no hot water, there is only half a pool of clear water, and the bottom can be seen clearly.
"This… "
Yan Xiaohan pushed Fu Shen closer and explained, "It's inconvenient to use a tub for your legs, and it's easy to fall if you don't have anyone to help you, so I asked someone to change the tub to come out. Do you still like it?"
Fu Shen was stunned by his "surprises" one after another. Before he could fully understand the meaning of this bath, Yan Xiaohan walked in front of him from behind, squatted down with his knees down, his eyes were level with him. Holding his knees, he said earnestly, "Jingyuan, I repaired the courtyard and planted the parasol trees. Now... just waiting for the phoenix to come."
Not only did not come, but also wanted to fly to "Phoenix" elsewhere: "..."
He suddenly wanted to ask Yan Xiaohan, do you know what "Eunuch Ye loves the dragon"? Why do you decide that I am the phoenix you want
But the polished steps, the huge bathtub, and the seriousness in his eyes are not fake.
"This can't be done, Brother Yan," Fu Shen suddenly leaned over, tapped his cool and dry fingertips between his eyebrows, and said with a smile, "If you want to attract Phoenix, you have to sing "Feng Qiuhuang"."
Yan Xiaohan raised a long eyebrow on one side and looked at him thoughtfully, the meaning was obvious: Are you so experienced? Then you sing one.
Fu Shen laughed.
There was only a layer of window paper between them, but both of them tacitly stopped there without breaking it. The delicate balance among them may only be accurately grasped by the person who is in it - it may be that the love is not deep enough, and it is not harmonious and natural; it may also be that both of them have extraordinary patience, and they have to be tempted in countless confrontations. to find the real answer.
Because the court did not allow the bridal chamber, the two of them were still the same as before, Fu Shen was in the bedroom, and Yan Xiaohan slept in the wing. I don't know when this reversal of subject-object relationship became a routine, and everyone in the Yan family was accustomed to it. It is clear that until today, their names have been determined, and Fu Shen can be called an open and honest entrance into the room.
Calmness and thoughtfulness were the most deadly. Fu Shen had suffered from Yan Xiaohan once in his early years, but unfortunately he still has no long memory.
Early the next morning, the two masters of the Yan Mansion were still sleeping when the door was knocked on. Yu Qiaoting stood outside the door with a solemn expression: "Excuse me. I have something important, and I need to see Lord Hou immediately."
The housekeeper invited him to wait in the flower hall. After a while, Yan Xiaohan pushed Fu Shen out of the room. Both of them looked very good, and they didn't seem to be hustling last night. In normal times, Yu Qiaoting would definitely make a few jokes, but when we met today, before Fu Shen asked him "Have you eaten?", he first said to Yan Xiaohan, "Sir Yan, I have some important military matters to discuss with the general."
Yan Xiaohan knew the knowledge, said "less accompany", and went out to ask someone to prepare breakfast.
Fu Shen: "What happened?"
Yu Qiaoting took out a wooden box the size of a slap and handed it to him with both hands: "I stayed at the Hou's Mansion last night, and this morning someone came to me and said that I found this thing when I counted the gifts."
Fu Shen looked at the falcon totem on the box lid and immediately understood: "Something from the Zhe clan?"
Yu Qiaoting: "Look inside."
The box had no mechanism, and Fu Shen opened the lid with a flick of the lock. His face was flushed by the bloody aura coming from his face, and he frowned, "...What is this? Dongzhu?"
The wooden box is filled with pearls, about a handful. They are plump, round, and have a soft luster. Although Fu Shen does not like gold and silver jewelry, but because he is often at the border, he often inspects the Sui Gong, and it can be seen at a glance that these pearls are almost all pearls. All are tribute grades.
These fine pearls are produced in the northeast where the Zhe people gather, hence the name "Dongzhu", which is very precious. It's just that in the box in Fu Shen's hand, Dongzhu, which was supposed to look like cow's milk, seemed to have been pulled out of blood, and was stained with blood everywhere, revealing an extremely strange and ominous look.
"Do you still remember who sent it?" This thing isn't scary, it's just a response to people, Fu Shen said, "Is there any documents such as salutations?"
Yu Qiaoting shook his head and said, "I received too many posts yesterday, maybe there are, but I couldn't find them for a while."
Fu Shen snapped the lid of the box, handed the wooden box to Yu Qiaoting, and sneered coldly, "Fuck you, you still play this trick after 800 years. Don't worry about it, it is estimated that these bastards deliberately sent me to block it because of my marriage. Take it and deal with it, don't let Yan Xiaohan know about it."
He was calm as usual, Yu Qiaoting felt a little relieved, but he still felt a little worried. He took the box and put it away, and Fu Shen asked, "Have I finished what I arranged?"
Yu Qiaoting: "Don't worry, General. Are you going to Zhuangzi today?"
Fu Shen pondered for a while, afraid that Yan Xiaohan would be unhappy that he had left, but after thinking about the arrangements after that, he had to leave again, and nodded: "Get ready, I will go there today."
Here, Bei Yan and the two were not allowed to be disturbed by others, and Yan Xiaohan over there was not able to eat breakfast either. Not long after Yu Qiaoting entered the door, Feilongwei's spies came to the door in a hurry: "Sir, someone fished up the headless body from the well in Dongwang Village, Zuoning County last night, and the case was reported to Shuntian Prefecture. Mu Boxiu, the Youjin Wuwei general who has been missing for a few days."
About half a month ago, on the New Year's Eve, Mu Boxiu, the general of the Right Jinwuwei, suddenly disappeared without a trace. He walked very suddenly, but it didn't seem like he was unprepared. All the things that could indicate identity were not taken away, only a few old clothes and some gold and silver belongings were taken away. The family even thought he was going out to have a drink with his colleagues. After a few days, he never came back, so he went to report to the official crying.
At first the case was unremarkable and was only investigated by the Shuntian government. The case was also reported to Feilongwei because it involved officials of the imperial court, but after passing under Yan Xiaohan's nose for a while, it was put aside. No one thought that a strong and strong Jin Wuwei would be robbed or murdered. Maybe he raised people outside and was reluctant to go back home.
However, just today, Mu Boxiu's headless body was found from a dry well in a village on the outskirts of Beijing.
A disappearance case and a murder case that happened to a court official are by no means the same.
Yan Xiaohan asked, "Have you found the head?"
The scout said: "Not yet. The local government has ordered the entire village to be sealed off, and they are trying their best to find it."
Yan Xiaohan: "Go and adjust the files of Tianfu, and clear his three generations. I will enter the palace immediately. Let Jiang Shu take two people to the village to watch, don't reveal their identities, just investigate secretly. It involves Nanya, Your Majesty may not want to let Feilongwei intervene in this matter."
The spies led the way, and Yan Xiaohan was in a hurry to enter the palace. He didn't care about having a proper meal, so he hurriedly took two bites of snacks and went to change his clothes. When it was time to clean up, it happened that Fu Shen and Yu Qiaoting had finished talking. Seeing him like this, he said in surprise, "Are you going out?"
"I have business," Yan Xiaohan explained concisely, then leaned over and hugged him lightly, whispering quickly and softly against his ear, "I know you're leaving today, so I'm sorry I can't escort you. Breakfast is prepared outside. , eat before leaving, be careful on the road. Just take away whatever you see in the house. When I finish these things, I will go to see you. "
Fu Shen raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, and sighed, "I think you shouldn't be busy with any official business, just lie down in the box and follow me."
The two of them laughed in unison, Yan Xiaohan straightened up, and bowed to Yu Qiaoting again, "I'll go first, General Lao will take care of Jing Yuan."
General Yu looked like he was full before he had breakfast, and said indifferently, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say."
At the end of the time, a carriage stopped in front of Bieye Gate at the foot of Changle Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing.
From the outside, this special property is no different from an ordinary villa. It is surrounded by ordinary mountains and waters, and the environment is quiet. However, as he entered the gate, a savage and savage aura of killing instantly rushed toward his face—the village was full of Beiyan troops with saber patrols, patrolling day and night, and guarding a good mountain villa into an iron barrel-like Beiyan barracks.
This time, in addition to Yu Qiaoting, there was also a team of personal guards led by military doctors Du Leng and Xiao Wei who accompanied Fu Shen back to Beijing this time, under the guise of "sending relatives" in name, but in fact they were all to guard the villa.
Fu Shen sat in a wheelchair, Yu Qiaoting pushed him into the backyard, Xiao Wei opened the secret door, revealing the dark and cold tunnel behind him.
Yu Qiaoting and Xiao Wei moved from left to right, lifted Fu Shen's wheelchair, and walked down the long stone steps together.
The oil lamps on the stone walls were lit one by one, and the light gradually spread, extending to the deepest part of the tunnel, illuminating a chilling and gloomy scene.
There was a prison cage with three stone walls and an iron fence. The cold and damp ground was covered with moldy straw, and a figure in a white shirt was curled up in the corner, with a unkempt hair, covering his face with his hands, and being stabbed by the sudden light. can't open his eyes.
The wheelchair slid across the ground, making a rumbling sound, and with the sound of very light footsteps, it got closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the iron fence.
"How about it, are you still used to living here?"
The man's low-pitched, smiling voice sounded in the dungeon, neither hurried nor slow, nor very gloomy, but it made the prisoner in that corner bounce like a live fish as if it had been stabbed by a poisonous needle.
He seemed to be frightened insane, his teeth chattering, and he said tremblingly: "...is it you?"
"Well, it's me," Fu Shen sat upright and said gently, "It's been a long time, it seems that General Mu still remembers me."
"—No, it should be said 'the late former right Jinwuwei general, Mu Boxiu'."