Fu Shen didn't sleep well, and the medicine had countless side effects, such as heart palpitations, nightmares, shortness of breath... During his half-dreamer, he felt like a big rock was pressing on his chest, he couldn't move, and he was dizzy. "symptom.
Fu Shen's consciousness was still awake, he silently slowed his breathing, tried blinking, and when his control returned to his limbs, he stretched out his arms to support the bed and tried to sit up—
But he forgot that his legs were really lame, and he couldn't feel anything below his knees. His arms and waist and abdomen were exerting force at the same time, but because of the unsteady center of gravity, he rolled over and "gudong" fell off the bed.
The bed in the bedroom is not high, but there is a footrest under it. When Fu Shen fell, his abdomen was stabbed by the footrest, and then he fell on his back on the cold floor tile. There was a muffled sound on the back of his head. Black, humming in both ears.
But before he could feel the dull pain, the bedroom door was kicked open, and someone rushed into the room and picked him up. The sleeves of the man's robe still had the coolness of an autumn night, but his palms were warm.
Fu Shen was hugged horizontally, his head resting on the man's chest, his face was pressed against the dark blue brocade official robe, which was soft and smooth to the touch, the neckline and sleeves exuded a gentle and peaceful fragrance of agarwood, he seemed to be a person he was very familiar with. But because it was too close, it suddenly became unfamiliar.
His scorching breath soaked through the thin fabric, and the hot man's body suddenly tensed. Then he was put back on the bed, and a slightly stiff hand was placed on his forehead: "Why is the breath so hot, hot?"
The blurred vision and the pain on his body gradually became clear, Fu Shen recognized him, and the first action was to push the hand away: "What are you doing here?"
The hurried old servant and the young Feilongwei heard this cold question as soon as they entered the door.
Yan Xiaohan closed his eyes and lucked out. He didn't want to have the same knowledge as him, and said sternly, "You have a fever, get up and drink some water. I'll have someone give you a pulse and prescribe a side drug."
Fu Shen closed his eyes and said lukewarmly, "Don't bother you. Master Yan came to the cold house late at night, what advice do you have?"
Yan Xiaohan walked to the table, picked up the teapot, poured out half a cup of cold tea, his face immediately sank, and glanced at the old servant, "That's how you serve people?"
Fu Shen said with a headache, "You're not finished yet..."
Yan Xiaohan said, "Your Majesty's precious wealth, how could you be so negligent. If you are so careless again, don't blame this official for reporting to His Majesty and convicting him."
Fu Shen's fingers hanging beside him twitched imperceptibly.
The old servant couldn't bear this kind of fright, so he hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy. Fu Shen was so annoyed that he couldn't take it anymore, and finally said, "Okay, thank you Mr. Yan for taking care of my servants for me."
This sounded a bit ironic that he was meddling with his own business. Master Yan got off the donkey along the slope and spit out the phrase "change the hot water" before he forced his hand up and let him go.
There were only three people left in the room, Yan Xiaohan stood by the bed, looking down at him. The lamp beside the bed was not bright enough, and most of Fu Shen's face was in the shadows, his outline was particularly deep and sharp.
He smiled, with a very hypocritical sincerity in his smile: "Hou Yejian is in the emperor's heart. His Majesty heard that you are returning to Beijing, and specially ordered me to bring an imperial doctor to diagnose the pulse of Hou Ye."
Fu Shen half-closed his eyes, and said solemnly, "Thank Your Majesty for your concern for me. You can go back and reply. I'm fine. I've already been diagnosed and treated by the Beiyan Army military doctor, so you don't need to work as an imperial doctor."
It was rumored in Beijing that Hou Jingning was stubborn and did not eat hard and soft, and it was true.
The accompanying Feilongwei military doctor Shen Yice took a step forward. Out of the doctor's benevolence, he planned to persuade the stubborn general on behalf of his boss. But Yan Xiaohan immediately raised his hand to stop and motioned him to wait first. The expression that appeared inadvertently seemed to be dealing with some thorny beast.
"Your Majesty is concerned about the Marquis's injury. I am here today to reassure Your Majesty." Yan Xiaohan looked directly into Fu Shen's eyes, and said slowly, "To gain Marquis's trust, the military doctor in the Beiyan Army must be skilled in medicine. It's very superb, I'm not worried about misdiagnosis, it's just that Lord Hou's injury is very important, it's not harmful to look for more doctors, what does Lord Hou think?"
Fu Shen raised his eyelids and looked at him.
Yan Xiaohan's heart froze when he met that cold iron-like gaze. He suddenly had a strange illusion, as if Fu Shen was staring coldly at another person through him.
After a while, Fu Shen lowered his eyes and gathered a bunch of messy long hair. He stretched out a hand weakly, motioning for Yan Xiaohan to help him up: "I'm here...please."
Fu Shen was indeed burning badly. He fell again just now, and his body was hurting everywhere. He wasn't actually that delicate, but Yan Xiaohan saw a lot of "weak willow Fufeng" high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and subconsciously treated him like a fragile vase.
He helped Fu Shen up and sat down on the side of the bed. Afraid that the head of the bed would hurt him, he stretched out an arm behind him and put his arms around his shoulders to prevent him from sliding down. It was just because of the movement that Fu Shen's hair was loose again, Yan Xiaohan pinned it behind his ears for him, so Fu Shen leaned most of his body into his arms - Hou Jingning probably felt that this cushion was better than a bed His head softened, and he didn't care how hateful Yan Xiaohan was, he picked a comfortable place to lie down.
This posture seems too intimate for the "dead enemy". Fortunately, Shen Yice only paid attention to Fu Shen's condition, and did not pay attention to his family's discolored inspector who pulled the quilt up and Jing Ning. Hou 囫囵 was wrapped, while Jingning Hou relaxed his tight back under the quilt and put all his weight on Yan Xiaohan.
"The wounds of the skin and flesh healed very well, but the fever is due to the exogenous wind-cold. Mr. Hou is injured and his physique is not as good as before. Be careful not to catch cold, and don't use cold objects and hair objects. The bedroom should be protected from cold and moisture, as autumn is getting cooler. , the charcoal basin and the smoked cage should get up early... The most serious injuries are on the knee bones and tendons. Lord Hou forgives the sin. This injury will take three years and five years to recover before it is expected to recover one or two years. It's just... standing in the future It may be difficult to walk."
Shen Yice put down the rolled up trouser legs for Fu Shen, and took back the pulse pillow: "I will write a prescription for Lord Hou, and treat the cold first. As for the injuries on the legs and feet, I still treat them according to the method of the Beiyan military doctor, and after I go back, I will treat them. Discuss with the Imperial Physicians of the Imperial Hospital, brainstorm ideas, and perhaps come up with a better solution."
Fu Shen suddenly sucked in a breath of cold air: "His... Lighten up!"
Shen Yice: "Huh?"
"It's not about you," Fu Shen moved the aching shoulder that Yan Xiaohan clenched, and said politely, "Mr. Shen has been bothered."
"Don't dare," Shen Yice turned sideways, "I'm really ashamed that I'm not skilled in medicine, and I can't share my worries for Lord Hou."
Fu Shen: "It doesn't matter. I know what the injury will be. I will do my best and obey the destiny."
Yan Xiaohan helped him to lie down, his expression unpredictable, he was born with a gentle and good-looking appearance, and it was impossible to tell from his face that he was the one who had just pinched the stubborn General Fu and gasped.
"Give the prescription to the servants of Hou's mansion and tell them to decoct the medicine. If you lack any medicine, let someone go out to buy it, and if you don't have it, go to my mansion to get it."
Shen Yice bowed to Fu Shen and took orders to leave.
Finally, there were only the two of them left in the house. Yan Xiaohan pulled a round stool and sat down far away from him, "Your legs...?"
"Didn't I just say it, that's it," Fu Shen stretched out his hand, "Pour me a glass of water."
Yan Xiaohan frowned, "It's cold."
"I want cold ones, otherwise I'll die of thirst," Fu Shen said. "Similarly, if my leg is broken, I have to live. Can I still hang myself for this?"
Yan Xiaohan was speechless and had no choice but to pour half a cup of residual tea in the cup and poured a new cup and handed it to him: "Your Majesty is not at ease, and specifically asked me to bring someone to examine the injury."
Fu Shen: "Then the old man can rest assured."
Yan Xiaohan said bluntly, "I don't think so, you can't breathe now."
Fu Shen looked at him with a "you're making trouble again" expression.
"I always feel that all this is not true," Yan Xiaohan asked, "You really didn't hold back, or did you deliberately spread fake news?"
Fu Shen asked back, "Why do you think so?"
Yan Xiaohan: "Because you have a smart face, you shouldn't be able to do such a stupid thing by looking at your face."
"It's true," Fu Shen shook his head, "It's easy to hide with a bright gun, but hard to defend against a dark arrow. You don't think I'm going to be hit. How do you know it's not that you think me too magical?"
Yan Xiaohan did not expect his self-evaluation to be so low, and was stunned for a while.
Joined the army at a young age and made great achievements in battle, Fu Shen's existence seems to be to break the "impossible". The Marquis of Jingning and the Iron Cavalry of Beiyan are already invincible myths in many people's minds. This image is so deeply rooted in people's hearts that even Yan Xiaohan has an illusion.
But he is just an ordinary person, without three heads and six arms, copper skin and iron bones, and his flesh and blood cannot resist a boulder falling from the sky.
"On the way back to Beijing, I was chatting with people in the tea shop, and I heard that there is a song circulating in the capital called 'Fu Shuai is in the northern Xinjiang, the capital is sleeping peacefully'." Fu Shen sighed, "It's ridiculous, I am in Beiyan. After staying for seven or eight years, I thought that I had made a contribution and made a career and safeguarded the country and the people. I was so crazy that I forgot my surname. In the end, I realized that not only did I make the Tartars and Zheren sleepless, but even that one was messed up by me. Can't sleep peacefully…”
Yan Xiaohan said, "Since you've figured it out, why don't you just take it easy, hand over your military power, and go home to retire and farm the land in peace. Being a rich, noble and idle person is not much better than fighting on the battlefield or fighting intrigue in the capital?"
"Come on," Fu Shen sneered, "Is it the first day we met? Brother Yan, I thought we could have a deep understanding of each other, so why are you still doing this with me?"
He whispered: "The thieves of the Eastern Tartars are not dead, and the Zhe people are eyeing them. How many people in the court have been fascinated by Shengping for more than ten years. If I leave now, who will take over the Beiyan Iron Cavalry in the future, and who will still be on the frontier defense? Spend your time? When the time comes, the soldiers will come under the city, and the unlucky people will be innocent people..."
"What's the matter with you then?"
Fu Shen raised his eyes sharply.
Yan Xiao said coldly: "Your Majesty is jealous of you, courtiers are suspicious of you, those foolish people will only follow the wind, you have become what you are today, does anyone miss you? I don't even have a place to live, and I still have a spare heart. World - don't you find it ironic, General Fu?"
These words were cold-hearted and outrageous, but unexpectedly, Fu Shen did not retort.
Yan Xiaohan looked at his brooding profile, and suddenly realized clearly that the youthful, dazzling edge of Fu Shen's body in the past was fading away.
By the pain, by the wind and frost dust, or by some other... completely consumed.
There is a distance between them, but their attitude is much more candid than when they cuddled together before. There was indeed a disagreement between Yan Xiaohan and Fu Shen, but it was far from the dislike of each other as rumored by the outside world. The two of them met as teenagers, and the so-called "dead rival" was just a misunderstanding that pushed the boat along the water. One was a high-ranking official who held military power, and the other was a confidant of the emperor. The relationship was too good to cause suspicion.
The simple and deep relationship saved a lot of trouble, but it also covered up some differences that were buried deep in peace.
The Fu family has a lot of honor and honor. His father and grandfather died on the battlefield. Loyalty and responsibility are almost inscribed in the blood. Yan Xiaohan is scheming and unscrupulous, stepping on countless people to their current position, unable to understand them. These are the "gentlemen" who can't make a profit, and even almost put themselves in.
After all, they are not on the same road. The two may have their own ideas, but they did not expect that the fork in the road would appear so unexpectedly, and they would have to pay such a huge price.