"Tell the truth, Qingsha Pass was ambushed, and the Dongtar mission was assassinated. Did the emperor let Jinwuwei move his hand?"
Fu Shen gave a "hmm" and said flatly, "You can guess it."
He felt Yan Xiaohan's hand tightening suddenly, so he smiled lightly: "I know what you want to say, it's not wrong for him to be mad, right?"
"But Brother Yan," he said with a bit of disappointment, "no one has just lifted his leg to get to where he is today."
"Your Majesty is now old, suspicious and suspicious, and listens to slander, but he was not like this before. Although the Yingguo Gongfu is in decline, it is still a behemoth, as well as the Beiyan Iron Cavalry, and the Jingning Houfu... Without the emperor, there would be no present. The Fu family, let alone me."
"In the second year of Yuantai, at the beginning of His Majesty's practice, there was turmoil in northern Xinjiang. My grandfather was transferred to Ganzhou Jiedu. The emperor gave him absolute support, military power, food and grass, military salaries... Almost emptied the treasury that was not rich before, Settle down the northern border again. My father, second uncle, the mainstay of the Northern Yan army, and many generals scattered all over the country all grew up in that battle."
"Just after you and I were born, the world ushered in a stable and prosperous world. I can't say in my conscience that these are all the achievements of the ancestors of the Fu family."
Yan Xiaohan smiled inexplicably, Fu Shen could hear his disapproval, but Yan Xiaohan did not refute, only motioned him to continue.
"He used to be a wise emperor," Fu Shen said. "On the day of the wedding, you asked me why I didn't do the opposite. I told you at the time that the reputation of the Beiyan Army could not be ruined. There is another reason I didn't tell you. Today You saw it too... I can't do it."
"That's why I'll only use inexperienced means to retaliate against him, and I can't help but try to save him. I'm not only a bitch, but also a torii..."
When Yan Xiaohan heard this, he immediately raised his hand and slapped him on the waist, warning, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Just understand the meaning." Fu Shen said, "Everything in my hand was given by the emperor, and now he wants to take it back, but I'm afraid I won't let go..."
The rivers and mountains are still the old rivers and mountains, but the people's hearts are no longer the old people's hearts.
He couldn't speak anymore. No matter how close Yan Xiaohan was to him, he couldn't empathize with him after all. Tangled up in contradictions and capricious, even Fu Shen himself felt useless, not to mention that in the eyes of others, he might be blindly loyal.
"Pfft..."
Fu Shen raised his head in shock, almost thinking that Yan Xiaohan had suddenly lost his mind. Immediately, he was rubbed into that person's arms - not the affectionate embrace between adults, but the undisguised doting and affection that was like coaxing a child.
"Jingyuan, do you know what you look like?" Yan Xiaohan kissed his intentions and couldn't bear to laugh and said to Fu Shen, who had "You're sick" written all over his face, "A good boy who has never done bad things. Suddenly one day I did something bad, and I was guilty of being a thief, and before anyone else asked, I made all the moves."
Fu Shen really wanted to give him a kick.
This winless bastard, Yan Xiaohan, couldn't help but laugh again: "You say that you gentlemen are not tired of living, eh?"
"After all, you just hate him for being suspicious, and you can't change your loyal and good character. If it was me, it wouldn't be a problem at all. After all, I'm a traitor who turns his face and doesn't recognize anyone. What's more, someone else took the initiative to provoke me."
Fu Shen said, "Nonsense, can I be like you?"
Yan Xiaohan: "Then are you a saint?"
Fu Shen: "Why do I feel that you are mocking me around the corner?"
"That's enough," Yan Xiaohan said, "Since you're not me, why do you have to repay like a villain? Since you're not a saint, why do you have to force yourself to repay your grievances with virtue and be selfless?"
"No one can force you to take revenge. You are willing to pick it up or put it down, depending on your own will. Or if you don't want to do it yourself, it's okay to let me do it for you."
"Furthermore, the clay figurine still has a three-point earthiness, and was placed in such a big way by the emperor. What's wrong with hating him? Because of suspicion and suspicion, he murdered loyal ministers and good generals, and it was not the act of Mingjun in any dynasty or generation. , there is no reason to ask you, the murdered one, to excuse him."
Fu Shen had never listened to his long lectures, and felt a little novel for a while, but he couldn't refute it.
Yan Xiaohan lifted his chin with one hand and said with a smile, "Master Hou, you dared to shout 'the emperor is wrong' in front of me when you were sixteen, why are you now restrained and not showing your edge?"
Years of old things are like a tide, and the sea and sky at the end of the distant memory are connected, and Fu Shen's throat is suddenly sour.
"Fuck your lord and want your ministers to die, don't learn those corrupt Confucian habits," Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and kissed him, his voice soft, but every word seemed to hit Fu Shen's heart: "Dare to love, dare to hate, be happy and kind. Hatred. No one can bind you except yourself."
He had watched Fu Shen's back go away again and again, watched him change from a teenager to a young man, from a general to a prince, his high spirits were constantly worn away by the yellow sand and the cold wind, the praises and criticisms came one after another, and he shouldered his shoulders. The responsibilities borne by them have never been relieved one day.
Sometimes Yan Xiaohan wished that he would be as mad as the rumors said. He wanted to seal up the sixteen-year-old Fu Shen, and stay forever in the age of ignorance of suffering. He can't be a righteous gentleman, and he will take off his shackles from now on.
All distant visions are projections of the most hopeless hope in the world. Yan Xiaohan was rarely out of control, and mostly awake. When he was awake, he could say to Fu Shen, "In my heart, you are high above, and no one can match you." But only when he lost control, did he dare to admit that Fu Shen went into battle at the age of eighteen and embarked on the path of a loyal minister and a good general. , was one of the only two powerless things in his life.
Born in this world, being a loyal minister is not only hard work, but also fatal.
Yin and Yang were wrong, and he was lucky to invite the heavens. He never thought that he would be able to fall in love with this person one day.
Even if Fu Shen could only sit in a wheelchair, he was a thorny weapon in the world and could not be easily provoked, but in the middle of the night, when he was pulled from his depression into the tender and lingering, Yan Xiaohan suddenly felt a kind of closeness in his chest. With the illusory consummation, it seems that he has finally stretched his wings with difficulty, and truly embraced the person he wanted to protect the most.
Breathing intertwined, lips and teeth glued together, and his heartbeat gradually became consistent, Fu Shen's fingers gently followed his wet black hair, and he couldn't tell who was comforting who.
The night flew by.
Fu Shen didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, Yan Xiaohan had already left. Three poles in the sun, the wind is light and the sun is warm, and the rest of the time is warm, and it turns out to be a rare comfortable and comfortable sleep.
The chaos at the longevity banquet yesterday and the depression he had nowhere to vent seemed to have happened a long time ago. A lot of things are so big before I think about it, and I only find out after I think about it.
But the most important thing is that someone is willing to show 120,000 points of patience to accompany him, take the trouble to untie the messy threads for him, and observe his low-pitched emotions that may be unreasonable.
It was hard for Yan Xiaohan, a bloody court dog who was scolded by the Qingliu, and had to endure the humiliation and try to understand the thoughts of these loyal and good people.
Before lunch, the eunuch in the palace came to pass the imperial decree, and the Marquis of Jingning was very successful in saving the driver. His Majesty praised his loyalty and gave him several boxes of medicinal materials, gold and silver jewelry and other items. Proposed.
Fu Shen thought for a moment, looked back at the gate of the Yan Mansion, and smiled: "It is the duty of a courtier to be loyal to the monarch and serve the country. I am ashamed of His Majesty's generous gift, and the grace of God is so great, how dare I get Longwang Shu? convey it on your behalf.”
The eunuch smiled and said, "Master Hou, please speak."
Fu Shen solemnly said: "Yesterday on the Longevity Festival, Feilongwei was supposed to be the guard to protect His Majesty's safety. However, the treacherous person was cunning and almost caused a catastrophe. As the head of Feilongwei, Zhuojing is to blame. Husband and wife are one. With one heart, I hope Your Majesty will allow Chen to use his own merits to offset his faults and forgive Zhuojing for his ineffectiveness in guarding."
It was as if a thunderstorm fell from the sky and struck the roof of the Yan Mansion. The eunuch was in a trance, almost thinking that he was hallucinating, and asked with a white face, "Master Hou... What did you just say...?"
Fu Shen smiled and said, "Huh? Isn't what Ben Hou said clearly?"
"Clear, clear..." The eunuch sweated profusely, feeling as if he had heard a very shocking secret that Yan Xiaohan was going to silence tonight.
Seeing the eunuch's back hurriedly fleeing, Fu Shen turned around leisurely, and confronted the stunned maid in the courtyard again.
"Look at what I'm doing, are you so moved?" He said without changing his face, "I don't blame me for being soft-hearted, it's really because you masters are so afraid, you lied in my arms and cried for a long time last night."
"… "
Fu Shen asked someone to carry the box away, and he went back to lunch without any guilt. After eating and wanting to digest food, Fu Shen remembered that Yan Mansion was not far from Qingxu Temple. It was really strange that the Taoist priest came. He couldn't hold back his curiosity, so he asked Du Leng to push him around there.
The prosperous palaces and temples in the past have become sparse, and the Qingxu Temple is full of depression, and the door is empty. In order to prevent fish from slipping through the net, Yan Xiaohan specially dispatched a team of forbidden troops to guard here. Coincidentally, the leader was General Wei Xuzhou, who had met Fu Shen once.
General Wei was extremely tactful when it comes to human relationships. At first, he thought that Yan and Fu were not compatible, but from Yan Xiaohan's attitude after marriage, it was obvious that he had an unusual attitude towards Fu Shen. It's hard to say whether Fu Shen meant it or not, but their Lord Yan must have attached great importance to the Duke of Jingning.
Seeing Fu Shen coming, he secretly stunned and greeted him with a modest attitude, and offered to go in and have a look.
Fu Shen still remembered the first time he saw him. At that time, Wei Xuzhou was not so enthusiastic, so he couldn't help laughing: "Isn't General Wei afraid that Ben Hou and the assassin are in the same group?"
"What are you talking about, Lord Hou?" Wei Xuzhou said immediately, "You are our own."
Fu Shen lowered his eyes and smiled, and repeated: "'My own person'."
The two old foxes looked at each other and smiled, as if they had obtained the information they wanted in this nonsense conversation. Wei Xuzhou made a "please" gesture, and Fu Shen nodded to him lightly, saying, "Then I'll disturb you. Du Leng, let's go."