"Why? Being caught by Ben Hou in and out of the place of fireworks, Feilongwei is going to kill people?"
Fu Shen was dragged by him to a deserted alley, and he was not worried. He used a folding fan to hook his chin like a disciple. Yan Xiaohan let him be frivolous, stared at him and said, "It's okay to kill people, but they have to be silenced."
Fu Shen asked with great interest, "How do you plan to destroy... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, someone leaned over and covered his mouth.
The newly married Yan Er was forced to separate again. At this moment, they meet again unexpectedly. Some of the accumulated feelings cannot be expressed, and they can only be vented through actions. The kiss was more lingering than the one it left, with a bit of deliberate force. As if in revenge for his previous tricks, Yan Xiaohan took a light bite on Fu Shen's mouth.
It still hurts a bit. Fu Shen stretched out his hand to clamp his lower jaw, and heaved a cold breath, but didn't scold him: "Be careful. Hold on tight, don't bite me..."
As soon as he gasped, Yan Xiaohan felt distressed at first. He stretched out his hand to support Fu Shen's back of the head, and gently sucked on the place where he had bitten: "Does the bite hurt?"
Fu Shen patted him on the back, indicating that it was okay, and he didn't forget to continue laughing at him: "Walking to the brothel behind my back, I haven't done it yet, you'll be wronged first."
Yan Xiaohan squatted down in front of him, slightly lower than Fu Shen, and put his two hands in his own: "Are you jealous? Tell the truth."
Fu Shen sneered: "You treat everyone like you, you are a vinegar jar."
Yan Xiaohan: "Isn't jealous? What would you do if I really went to the brothel?"
Fu Shen smiled slightly, and asked softly, "Brother Yan, do you think I can't lift the knife?"
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
In fact, he should have thought that, with Fu Shen's fierceness, if he ever deceives and betrays anything, the outcome will definitely be a clean break. Yan Xiaohan had already stumbled on this once in the past, but Fu Shen was still young and soft-hearted at that time, so he was given a chance to get close again.
He pretended not to hear Fu Shen's last words, and changed the subject wisely: "Why did you come here?"
Fu Shen was pulling both hands by him, and he lowered his head and motioned him to look at the fan on his lap: "There is a bamboo shop nearby that makes a good folding fan. I asked the boss to make a few fans last year, and just remembered, Stop by and pick it up, who knows it will be so coincidental."
Although Fu Shen has long since left his youthful days when he was a fat horse and light fur, he still loves elegance in his bones, and the casual clothes and accessories at home are all exquisite. People at that time loved wooden bone fans, and those who were more extravagant preferred to use ivory horns as bones. However, Fu Shen particularly preferred the elegant and light bamboo fans, and he didn't have to force Xiangfei Luohan, as long as the color was clean and clean, he liked it.
Yan Xiaohan vaguely remembered that Fu Shen occasionally returned to Beijing a few years ago, and the two sometimes met on the street. Fu Shen never had an empty hand.
Fu Shen said, "What about you? Isn't the Cuijin Pavilion where the accident happened? How did you find the Baiying Pavilion?"
Yan Xiaohan said, "Then Jin Wuwei died in the Cuijin Pavilion, but he visited Baiyinglou that night. There is one thing missing from his body. I couldn't find it in the Cuijin Pavilion. I guess it may have fallen here."
"What's wrong?" Fu Shen asked subconsciously, before he remembered something was wrong, "Can you ask? If you can't say it, just treat it as if I didn't ask."
Yan Xiaohan shook his hand and said without changing his face, "Let me give a shit. It's not that I can't tell you, but I'll tell you when I get home at night." He looked around and smiled vaguely: "It's a little inconvenient to say it here."
Fu Shen couldn't understand the fun he was talking about, and he wondered if he was going back to tell ghost stories at night? Did Yan Xiaohan treat him as a three-year-old child
"Okay," he resignedly tickled his fingers in Yan Xiaohan's palm, "I have something that I think may have something to do with this case. I heard from Dr. Shen, that Jin Wuwei died of a sudden onset of depression? I was there just now. When picking up fans in the store, I occasionally listened to the shopkeepers chatting. I heard that since the beginning of the year, in just two months, several people have been carried out of the brothel in this area. Is it a bit too windy recently? "
"I thought about it with me," Yan Xiaohan stood up, bent down and kissed him on the cheek, and whispered, "Leave Shen Yice with me, and I'll tell you the rest when I go back."
Fu Shen saw that he knew what he had in mind, so he nodded and said no more. Yan Xiaohan pushed him out of the alley and handed him over to Xiao Yu. When he turned to leave, Fu Shen suddenly stopped him, raised his hand and threw the folding fan into his arms.
When he retracted his hand, the sleeves of the robe drew a rounded arc in the air, and the black hair in blue clothes, even if he could only sit, showed the unrestrained elegance of a jade tree facing the wind, causing countless Yingying Yanyan in front of the building to stretch their necks to peek. Fu Shen seemed to just give a small gift, and said casually, "Here is it for you. Just take it and play."
Yan Xiaohan watched his figure disappear at the entrance of the alley, rolled his fingers unconsciously, and opened the unusually light fan in his hand.
Purple bamboo big bone, brown bamboo small bone, heavy mica sprinkled with silver powder fan, the front is painted with freehand Mingyue high-rise buildings, and the back is inscribed with two ancient poems.
- I wish to be the southwest wind, and to die in the arms of the king. *
Wei Xuzhou swishly came up from behind, saw the two words on the fan at a glance, and almost screamed in his mouth: "Look, look at all, this is the bearing of the main room..."
Yan Xiaohan quickly put away his fan and placed a threatening point on his shoulder, "I don't need you to feel the air of the main room for the time being. Stop talking nonsense, and investigate the case."
Having said that, the smile on his face was like a jar full of water, overflowing with a touch.
Wei Xuzhou stared at his back walking with wind, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart: "Is it really because the emperor gave him a marriage because he pity him for half his life as a bachelor?"
After Yan Xiaohan arrived in the evening, Fu Shen and his group had settled down in Yan Mansion. The light in the bedroom that had been vacant for a while was turned on again, and Fu Shen was sitting under the light reading a book.
His brows and eyes stretched slightly, and when he was concentrating, the cold and hard feeling of oppression disappeared, and even the serious expression no longer seemed unattainable, which only made people feel pleasing to the eye.
He focused on reading, others focused on him.
"If you look at it again, you'll be charged," Fu Shen put the book upside down on the table, and laughed coldly, "Is there a chance? Your face is about to be shaved off by your eyes. Today at Baiying Lou hasn't had enough eye addiction yet?"
"I also said that I don't have any vinegar, so I can't leave Baiyinglou." Yan Xiaohan walked into the inner room, took off his outer robe, put on his home clothes, sat down opposite Fu Shen, and took the tea from him: " You have to force me to say it straight, that's fine. I don't really want to coax you with 'you look better than them' because I think comparing these people to you is abrupt."
"You are high in my heart, no one can match you," Yan Xiaohan said calmly after drinking a sip of tea, "It's the truth, no joke."
Fu Shen was startled by the sudden dissection.
"Brother Yan?"
Yan Xiaohan sighed, put down the teacup, walked in front of Fu Shen, and reached out to hug him into his arms.
"Master Hou, I like you very much," he said. "This is the first time in my life that I like someone so much. So there should be no misunderstanding between us. It happened seven years ago, don't do it again."
Fu Shen was silent for a while before slowly asking, "Since when did it start?"
He originally thought that the two of them fell in love after living together, but judging from the meaning of Yan Xiaohan's words, it seems that this is not the case-could it be that when he still regarded him as a friend, Yan Xiaohan had bad intentions towards him already
"Seven years ago," Yan Xiaohan said with a wry smile, "But back then... I was too self-righteous."
Fu Shen suppressed his shock: "Why?"
He was still a child then!
"If you're willing to listen, I'll tell you later," Yan Xiaohan carefully kissed his temple, "Anyway, as long as you know, I won't go out to find others behind your back, that's fine."
"No," Fu Shen said simply: "Anyway, tell me what you like about me and make me happy."
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
The atmosphere that had become stagnant due to the self-reporting of his thoughts evaporated, Yan Xiaohan couldn't help but buried himself on his shoulder and laughed. Fu Shen is a very strong person in every way, especially emotionally. Yan Xiaohan sometimes felt that he was walking with difficulty on a crumbling single-plank bridge. Every time he lost his foot and thought he was going to be smashed to pieces, he was firmly caught by Fu Shen underneath, and he opened his eyes by chance. , only to find that the ground is actually under his feet under the mist surrounding the mountains.
He was always the one to be included.
Yan Xiaohan whispered in his ear in a low, breathless voice, "From head to toe, I like everything I've touched and what I haven't touched."
In the evening, after the two of them had bathed, they lay side by side on the bed and slept together. Fu Shen suddenly remembered the case during the day, and poked Yan Xiaohan with his elbow: "You can tell me only if you go home today, what is it?"
"Oh, what you said I was looking for," Yan Xiaohan turned over, facing him, placing one hand on his waist, "It's a boot tuck."
"The deceased person is called Yang Hexuan, a Jinwuwei. Military attachés often ride horses on weekdays, rarely sit in sedan chairs, but there is no place to put things when riding, so some small items or documents that need to be carried with them are usually put in the boots. Yang Hexuan All of his belongings have been taken away, but I couldn't find his boots. Neither did the Cuijin Pavilion, so I went to Baiyinglou to look around. Sure enough, it fell into the room where he drank last night. "
"There are several IOUs in his boot, about fifty taels, and a paper bag with a little powder left in it. I guess it's what we're looking for. It's been handed over to Shen Yice, and we'll know tomorrow. What is that."
Fu Shen: "How can you be sure that this package killed him?"
Yan Xiaohan: "I asked the prostitute who served him that night in the Cuijin Pavilion. The girl said that he used to use medicine to boost his happiness in sexual intercourse, but for some reason, he regained his strength and became more brave than ordinary people. He also said that he didn't take medicine, so it's weird that he didn't take medicine. There are some common aphrodisiac' medicine in the brothel, and it's probably because he secretly got strong medicine from other places."
"That's all?" After Fu Shen heard it, he wondered, "Why do you have to come back to talk about this nonsense?"
Yan Xiaohan said confidently, "Do you want me to discuss with you in a broken alley the question of whether aphrodisiacs and men will work? Shouldn't this kind of private conversation between husband and wife be spoken in bed in the middle of the night? "
Fu Shen: "..."
Just now, he listened to a string of "aphrodisiacs" without changing his face, but his heart was not disturbed; when Yan Xiaohan said this, he instantly felt a rush of blood rushing to his lower abdomen, and he almost stood up on the spot.
The hand on his waist suddenly tightened, and he was pulled towards Yan Xiaohan together with the quilt. The shameless bastard repeatedly rubbed his lower back and laughed in a hoarse voice, "How ruthless..."
Across the two layers of soft quilt, Fu Shen could still feel something pressing against his leg.
They're all men, and he doesn't understand anything.
He moved uncomfortably, and was immediately held down by Yan Xiaohan: "Don't move."
"Don't worry, it'll be fine in a while," Yan Xiaohan followed his back soothingly, "I won't move you."
When Fu Shen heard the words "I won't move you", he raised his eyebrows subtly.
Sure enough, he stopped moving. After a while, when Fu Shen's fast heartbeat calmed down, he suddenly felt the air above his head vibrate slightly.
He raised his head and asked Yan Xiaohan, "What are you doing?"
Yan Xiaohan replied calmly, "Recite the scriptures."
"… "
Fu Shen endured for a while, sighed, and finally put his hand into the quilt resignedly.
The next morning, Xiao Yu and the two had breakfast together. Halfway through the meal, he suddenly asked, "General, did you smash something in your house last night? Are you okay?"
Fu Shen almost choked on the porridge, and he remembered with a guilty conscience that the two of them were messing around last night, and accidentally kicked Mrs. Tang on the bed, waking up half of the people in the yard with a bang.
"That's the right person to ask," Yan Xiaohan licked the wound on the inside of his lips, gasping for breath in pain, while smiling unrepentantly, "Last night your Marquis insisted on fighting with me, he was the one who moved first. hand."
The author has something to say: * Cao Zhi's "Seven Sorrows"
Fu Shen: My Yan, are you floating or am I unable to lift the knife