In the evening, the Beijing camp in the western suburbs a hundred miles away from the capital.
Zhong He, the commander of Ruifeng Camp, came out to greet him in person, and Xiao Yi stepped forward to greet him. Before he could bow to the end, Zhong He had already left him, hurriedly rushed towards the carriage, and bowed: "The last commander of the Ruifeng battalion, Zhong He, see General Fu!"
The Ruifeng Camp ranks first among the five capital camps, and Zhong He, who lives in the third rank, is already very valuable, but he treats the Marquis of Jingning with respect.
A hand wrapped in bandages opened the curtain, and the strong smell of medicine slowly diffused. Fu Shen was not wearing armor, only a robe. His chest and arms were bandaged. His complexion was pale, his lips were bloodless, and his long hair was scattered. He seemed to be hanging by one breath, so weak that he collapsed when he saw the wind. Only there was still a little bit of gleam in his eyes, deep black and calm, like a broken knife that shone with cold light and could still kill with a single blow.
Fu Shen nodded and greeted him: "Commander Zhong, stay safe. Sorry for Fu Mou, cough, the mobility is inconvenient, and I can't get up to greet him."
Zhong He had heard that he was seriously injured and could not walk, but he didn't expect to be so seriously injured. He didn't really believe the rumor that "Fu Shen is really disabled", but what he saw with his own eyes couldn't help him not believe it. Fu Shen's current appearance, let alone returning to his original appearance, seems to be a problem to live safely for a few years.
Zhong He's eyes turned black, and he felt cold from head to toe. In grief, he even changed his name: "Jingyuan, you hurt...you..."
Hearing his end, Fu Shen was trembling, his eyes were red, and it was as if he was not injured, but about to die. He couldn't help but twitch his mouth and sighed, "Thank you, Commander Zhong, for your concern. It's really just a leg injury, Don't die. Oh, Chongshan, quickly find a veil and wipe away the tears for Commander Zhong."
Zhong He served in the Yuanzhou Army in his early years, and he knew Fu Tingzhong and Fu Tingxin from the past, and he was half of Fu Shen's elders. It's a pity that Fu Shen later took over the Beiyan Iron Cavalry. He stayed in the northern Xinjiang for many years and refused to come back, and the contacts with these old times gradually faded.
However, at this moment, he was seriously injured and extremely haggard. This appearance suddenly made Zhong He let go of his identity. He only remembered the high-spirited young man who always followed Fu Tingxin in the army in the past. And thinking about him being alone, having no high-ranking parents, no children around his knees, not even a caring person to support him, and having an incurable disability at a young age, he couldn't help but feel sad: "It's all of us. Incompetent, I couldn't stop you from going to the battlefield back then, and it is today's disaster. In the future, under the Jiuquan, what face will I see to see Erfu Ershu!"
"Commander Zhong," Fu Shen held onto the carriage with a headache, "don't talk about the past, I'm fine, you don't need to be too sad."
He always refused to call him "Uncle Shi". While Zhong He was disappointed, he also felt that he was really cold. It was getting late, Fu Shen and the others were eager to enter the capital. The two of them said goodbye. Bei Yanjing continued to gallop in the direction of the capital after changing horses, so that they could enter the city before the gates closed.
The last time Fu Shen came back was three months ago. The capital has not changed, it is still bustling with lights everywhere. The Beiyan Army accompanying them rarely came to the capital, and watched them every so often. These people are too conspicuous on the street. Fu Shen called Xiao Wei and said, "Send me back to the house first, and then you can take them out for a stroll, and the cost will be counted on my account. Don't prostitute, don't gamble, don't cause trouble , go."
Xiao Yu retorted without thinking: "How can that be done!"
"If you want to go, you can go," Fu Shen seemed to be exhausted, his voice was very low, but his mouth was itchy, "If you continue to circle around me with your feet, you will lose your reputation. Now - if I can't get a wife, you will have to come to my bed to be a filial son and a worthy grandson in the future."
Xiao Yu couldn't fight against this rogue, so he shyly responded.
Cars and horses ran over the flat stone street. This area is full of noble and noble mansions, flying pavilions and flowing pills, with a dignified bearing, and it is more quiet than ordinary people. The mansion of the Marquis of Jingning is located on the northeast corner. When they saw their master being carried away by his subordinates, they all shrank their hands and hesitated, not daring to come forward.
After Fu Shen was made a marquis, he separated from the Duke Ying's mansion and moved to another place. It's four or five years to come here. Fu Shen is not at home all the year round, and has no sympathy with the servants. Whenever he finally comes home to stay for a while, these people are like mice seeing a cat, and they hide in the back kitchen and the servant's room. Not necessary, never come out to get in his eyes.
Fortunately, although the servants were afraid of him, the work did not fall. Xiao Wei carried Fu Shen to the bedroom, asked the servant for hot water, took off his robe, wiped his hands and face, and helped him lie down on the bed. When it was time to clean up, Fu Shen crossed the river to demolish the bridge, and chased him outside: "What should I do? Someone will leave the door for you at night, and the backyard is a wing, so you can sleep casually. Forgive me for the poor reception."
The hypnotic effect of the pills taken in the afternoon was very strong. In order to deal with the Jingying group, Fu Shen endured that he didn't sleep all the way. At this time, he finally couldn't hold it any longer. Almost as soon as Xiao Yao closed the door and went out, he fell into a groggy dream.
The old servant held his ears under the window and listened for a while, until the sound of long and even breathing came from inside, and then he tiptoed against the wall and walked out of the inner courtyard, and asked the cook to prepare some good porridge and warm it on the stove. , wait until the owner wakes up before using it.
Although Fu Shen and his entourage were light and simple, but because they entered Beijing on the bright road, the news quickly spread to the court and the various prefectures. No one would come to visit at this hour. After the old servant sent Xiao Yu and others out, he closed the main door, leaving only a corner door. Who knew that Fu Shen had just fallen asleep for less than an hour when there was a sudden and powerful knock on the door outside the Jingning Hou residence.
The gatekeeper didn't dare to be scornful, and hurried in to report the letter. The only old servant in the family who could do the job hurried over, dragging his inflexible legs and feet, and as soon as he met, he was shocked by a group of men in black riding on tall horses with sabres hanging from their waists. , Fool's heart skipped a beat: "Dare, dare to ask you who are...?"
In the crowd, a tall and slender man rode out of the crowd, just stopping in the light outside the shadow of the eaves. In an instant, the cloud pattern on the hem of the dark blue shirt flashed like flowing water, the silver embroidered Pegasus on the back of the jacket fluttered, and the moonlight and the lights reflected a beautiful face with smiling eyes and thin lips.
"Old man, don't be afraid." He nodded politely in greeting, the hand holding the reins was pale and thin, the sleeve of the robe slipped, revealing a small piece of iron wrist guard, "Yan Xiaohan will be entrusted to the Imperial Chaplaincy of the Flying Dragon Guard at His Majesty's will. I came to visit the Marquis of Jingning, and specially invited a famous doctor to treat the marquis, please go and report."
The old servant couldn't tell the official clothes, but he had been a servant in Yingguo's mansion for decades. He was very familiar with the name "Yan Xiaohan", and he immediately felt a "squeak" in his heart, and said, "This... my family" The master has traveled for a long distance and has been injured again, and has just fallen asleep. Ladies and gentlemen, look..."
Feilongwei has always been rampant, and everyone knows about it, and few people dare to stop it. Yan Xiaohan glanced down at the wrinkled old man from a high place, the smile on his lips did not end, and he said, "The old man seems... afraid that I will see your Marquis?"
It really made him guess right.
This is no secret to the old man of Yingguo Gongfu and the civil and military officials in the court. Yan Xiaohan, the third-rank general of the Youshenwu Army and the envoy of the Feilongwei Kipchak, is the most ardent official in Beijing in recent years. The most terrible thing is that he and Jingning Hou Fu Shen were in conflict with each other for a long time. They were a pair of mortal enemies. I heard that they would be strangled when they met, and even the emperor could not stop them. Just this year, three months ago, in the morning, the two disagreed over the fact that the imperial court sent the guards to the Quartet, and they even hurt each other for half an hour without swearing in the court hall. They almost fought on the spot, and the emperor was so angry After getting one side of Yu Yan, fined each of them for half a year, and quickly sent Fu Shen back to the northern border. That's all.
Now that Fu Shen has returned to Beijing in despair, Yan Xiaohan is still in a high position, and if he takes revenge, how can their Marquis' body and bones be able to stand it!
The old servant was worried, and his face was terrified: "The villain dare not. It's just that my Marquis can't stand the toss... Please forgive me."
While talking, Yan Xiaohan looked around at the Jingninghou mansion. The courtyard was clean and desolate, and there were traces of maintenance, but it still seemed unpopular. He sighed indistinctly and let Bubu say: "I didn't come to trouble him... Well, you don't have to pass the message, I'll go in and take a look at him."
No matter how persistent the old servant was, his arms couldn't twist his thighs, so he had to back down and lead the way with a lantern. Yan Xiaohan left Feilongwei who was accompanying him in the front yard to avoid misunderstandings. He only brought a thin, gentle, scholar-like young man into the inner yard with him.
The Dahou Mansion was empty. There were a few trees planted in the yard, and the leaves were full of leaves without sweeping for a while. At this moment, the sky was dark, and the other courtyards were all silent and dark, only a thin dim yellow gleamed from the window of the main room, which added a bit of desolation for no reason.
Yan Xiaohan can still hold back, but the young man walking beside him shook his head repeatedly and asked in a low voice, "What is the background of Marquis Jingning, what kind of work, how is the family..."
The old servant sighed with empathy: "Master Hou guards the border all the year round, and he cannot return home for three or five years, and there is no virtuous lady in the family who can preside over the central feeder and handle the housework. Lord Hou share your worries..."
He said softly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the main hall for the guests, invited the two of them to their seats, lit the lamps, and ordered tea: "You two wait here, I will go to invite the Marquis."
Before he could finish his words, a muffled sound suddenly came from the inner room on the west side, as if something had fallen from a height. The old servant shivered, but before he could react, Feilongwei Zanchao, who was standing beside him just now, was like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he had already flashed into the inner room.