Golden Stage

Chapter 39: Doubt ┃ (Complete) Mysterious iron heart, ice and snow liver and gallbladder

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Fu Shen didn't wait for anyone and just walked away. Yan Xiaohan wanted to chase after him, but Daoist Chunyang was dead, how should the case be concluded, how should the confession be compiled, how the cause and effect would be completed... He had to stay and finish.

Fortunately, during the interrogation, the scene was cleared ahead of time. Only Fu Shen and him heard the last few words of Daoist Chunyang. However, even so, Yan Xiaohan was still worried, and strictly ordered his subordinates to keep their mouths shut and not reveal the slightest bit of what happened today.

Although Feilongwei is the eyes and ears of the emperor, but until now, the emperor can't choose whether to listen or not to watch.

If it was true that Yang Xu deliberately delayed and did not go to the rescue, which led to Fu Tingxin's death in battle, this shocking case would completely change the position of Fu Shen and the Beiyan Army, and even affect the pattern of the court. Yang Xu is the elder brother of Empress Yang, and a great help to the prince. Now because of the assassination case at the Wanshou Banquet, the empress is dead, and the remaining two have been knocked out of the cloud. As long as there is another mistake, the emperor will abolish the prince without hesitation. .

Regardless of whether Emperor Yuantai knew the inside story or not, Fu Shen must not want to see him sitting on the dragon chair again.

The battle for succession is inevitable. And Fu Shen holds the military power of Beiyan, and whoever he wants to help ascend, that person's succession to the throne is almost a sure thing.

Judging from common sense, he would probably choose King Qi, but Yan Xiaohan always felt that Fu Shen did not seem to be friendly with King Qi.

He ordered the body of Daoist Chunyang to be buried, and then sealed Yi Siming's confession into the file.

A Taoist from Chunyang, whose name and background are unknown, he entered Beijing in the 22nd year of Yuantai and lived in Qingxu Temple in Beijing. For several years, the privately produced poison "Bai Lu San", the secret dealers and the surrounding merchants and people, deceived Yang Hexuan, the general of the Jinwu Wei Zhonglang with rhetoric, falsely claiming that the drug has the effect of refreshing the mind and increasing energy. Yang Hexuan mistakenly believed that it was true, and was deeply involved in it, and even offered "Bai Lu San" to Shangguan, causing the former Jinwuwei general Yi Siming to unfortunately suffer and become addicted to drugs.

Coinciding with the Yuantai Emperor's ill health, Yang Hexuan, the envoy of Tangzhou Jiedu, recommended the Taoist Chunyang to enter the palace, and he stayed in the palace for a long time because of the effect of Danfang. After the Kunning Palace incident, Yang Xu, in order to protect the queen and mother and son, did not hesitate to take risks, and conspired with the Taoist Chunyang to assassinate the emperor when he presented the golden elixir at the Wanshou Banquet. Fortunately, Jingning Hou Fushen was alert and blocked in time, so that the rogue ministers and thieves failed to succeed.

After the incident, Taoist Chunyang committed suicide in the Shenxingsi prison in fear of crime. Yi Siming confessed to the "Bai Lu San" incident. Later, due to drug addiction, he became mad and bit his tongue and died.

Only Yang Xu confessed that the crime of treason was unpardonable and should be executed according to the law.

After the case file and memorial were sent, Emperor Yuantai insisted on being sick, and in the conviction photo submitted by the Ministry of Punishment, he used a red pen to heavily approve the phrase "cutting the city by half".

So far, the Jinwuwei case and the Wanshou banquet case that shocked the capital have finally been settled.

The truth about the attack on the Eastern Tartar mission, which had long been forgotten, was quietly revealed, and with the death of Daoist Chunyang, it was silently covered up by those who cared about it.

Not to mention later. Yan Xiaohan finished writing the book that day, threw the pen away, and hurried home. The first thing he said when he entered the door was, "Where's the Marquis?"

The maid said: "In the bedroom, I haven't been out of the house since I came back in the afternoon."

Yan Xiaohan "flickered" in his heart, and asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

The maid shook her head strangely: "It's nothing unusual, I just told people not to disturb. Lord Hou doesn't seem to be in a good mood? But it doesn't seem to be as bad as last time."

Yan Xiaohan was even more worried.

It is common for ordinary people to suddenly suffer such a great stimulus, to collapse and vent and even cry. Even if Fu Shen was iron-clad, it was impossible for him to keep all his emotions in his heart and digest them slowly. The more calm he is, the worse it will be, Yan Xiaohan would rather he cry, make trouble, hang himself, fearing that Fu Shen will go to the tip of the bull's horns without a word, sad and hurt.

He stood still in front of the bedroom door, ready to forcibly break the door if rejected, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Jingyuan?"

Fu Shen agreed quickly: "Come in."

Yan Xiaohan was stunned for a moment, then pushed open the door and entered. There was no light in the room, the twilight was dim, Fu Shen was sitting by the window watching the sunset in a daze.

When he approached, Fu Shen turned his head and asked, "You usually don't knock on the door when you enter the house, why are you being rude today?"

"Huh?" Yan Xiaohan hesitated, "You..."

Fu Shen smiled: "Being so careful, are you worried that I will be unhappy, or are you worried that I won't be able to think about it?"

Yan Xiaohan imagined countless lifeless scenes, but none of them happened. Fu Shen was indeed thinking about today's events over and over again, but he was really calm, not forcing a smile or pretending to be relaxed.

"Sit down." Fu Shen casually pointed to the round stool next to him, and when Yan Xiaohan sat down opposite him, he said, "Don't worry about me. In prison today, although the 'truth' said by Chunyang is appalling, it is after all. The one-sided statement is not very credible and needs to be further verified in the future."

Yan Xiaohan never expected him to be so calm. He couldn't believe his ears, suspecting that this was one of the manifestations of his madness: "Jing Yuan..."

"Don't look at me like that," Fu Shen said helplessly, "I'm not delirious. Brother Yan, you have tried hundreds of prisoners in Feilongwei, and now you still believe that 'people are good at death'? ?"

"Anyway, I don't believe it anymore," he laughed at himself, "it's okay to say I'm cold-blooded. During my years in Yanzhou, I have tried the East Tatars and Zhe people, as well as the Han people. Some people are greedy for life and fear death. As soon as he was frightened, he would do everything, but more often he was still making up things until he died, trying to use his body as bait to bring more people to bury him with him."

Yan Xiaohan suddenly realized that Fu Shen's experience was completely different from that of ordinary people. The wind and the waves are overwhelming, the more tenacious and calm this kind of person is, beyond imagination.

He unexpectedly remembered a figure in the torrential rain. That day, even he himself was on the verge of losing control, but Fu Shen could still calmly say, "A gentleman lives in the world, and he does what he does and what he does not do."

Mysterious iron heart, ice and snow liver and gall.

Fu Shen continued to analyze it in a calm manner: "It may be true that Yang Xu deliberately delayed the reinforcements in the Battle of Gushan Pass, but he was not the main reason for affecting the situation of the battle. I don't know if Daoist Chunyang didn't realize it, or if he I deliberately blurred the priority. After my uncle died in battle, the person who could not let go was not me, but His Royal Highness King Su. Both of us have played the battle of Gushan Pass. Even if Yang Xu's Tangzhou army arrived in time, they would not be able to save it. My uncle, I can only catch up to the end. And although Yang Xu delayed, he still controlled it within a range that would not arouse suspicion—at least neither I nor His Highness King Su saw anything unusual. If he acts too revealing, King Su His Highness killed him long ago and will not let him live until now."

"Also, he accidentally mentioned 'we'. Qingshaai, Mu Boxiu, Bailusan, and the Wanshou Banquet, none of these four things can be done by him alone. I always feel that the capital There is a big net in it, Daoist Chunyang is just a chess piece, and the person behind the chess is the key."

"As for the last reason... It's just my guess, you can listen to it for now, it's not necessarily accurate," Fu Shen said, "Bai Lu San is too evil, once it spreads, there will be endless troubles. In order to cover up the trail, Taoist Chunyang once Killing the family of three children who delivered the letter for him, as well as the innocent people who died in Bai Lusan. If he really came from the Beiyan Army and was my uncle's subordinate, this method would be a bit too cruel."

"I have a feeling that it is not only Daoist Chunyang, but also the people behind him. This style of behavior is more like the old department of my late father."

Yan Xiaohan: "...You say that, don't you show enough respect for Lord Taishan?"

Fu Shen sneered: "When my late father was alive, he often said that my second uncle and I were the kindness of women carved out of a mold. Where do you think he could be kind?"

Yan Xiaohan was silent.

After a while, he said, "Since you don't believe in Daoist Chunyang, why did you kill him yourself?"

Fu Shen was slightly startled by this question, and then he said indifferently, "He was born in the Beiyan Army, wouldn't he wait to be dragged into the water if he didn't strangle him?"

Yan Xiaohan suddenly got up and leaned closer, stretched out his hand and pinched his forearm, the pain exploded, Fu Shen's muscles instantly tense, but for some reason he didn't escape.

Yan Xiaohan: "Does it hurt?"

Fu Shen was inexplicable: "Nonsense, why don't I try to pinch you?"

"It hurts," Yan Xiaohan stood in front of him, slightly opening his arms, in a gesture of complete acceptance and tolerance. His eyes kept looking into Fu Shen's eyes: "Remember, you are a living person, not made of iron and stone."

Daoist Chunyang did not use any means and was deliberate, but everything he did was for Fu Shen, the loyal and loyal people behind him, and thousands of heroic spirits.

There are still people who remember the loyal souls who have passed away.

There are still people running for him, shedding the last drop of blood for him.

The Beiyan Army came from the same source, even if they had never seen each other, Fu Shen still knew that this was his comrade, so he fulfilled Daoist Chunyang.

All calm analysis is based on emotions. Only by putting aside his identity and using all his rationality to find doubts can Fu Shen force himself to forget the tears that flashed in Daochang Chunyang's eyes.

But he was not made of iron and stone.

Fu Shen was stunned for a moment, his straight shoulders finally collapsed, then he didn't say a word, leaned forward slightly, and buried his face in Yan Xiaohan's arms.

The hands fell gently on his back.

"The Beiyan army has been defending the border for nearly 20 years, and how many people have buried their bones in the northern border, but what they have in exchange is unfounded suspicion," he muttered, "My uncle died in battle until the last moment, and villains like Yang Xu are still alive to this day. Running rampant in the DPRK, even revenge, I have to pay for the lives of my Beiyan Army..."

"Don't be too sad." Yan Xiaohan hugged him tightly and whispered, "Look, no matter what happens, there are always thousands of Beiyan troops standing behind you."

"-And I."