Yan Xiaohan stood quietly hugging him for a while, not only wanting to give him support, but also afraid that he would be too sad, so he patted Fu Shen on the shoulder and deliberately teased, "Master Hou, are you crying? Don't you want me to coax you?"
Of course, Fu Shen couldn't indulge himself in depression for too long, but when he was rarely able to hang on to others, he would be a little reluctant to get up for a while, and said in a sullen voice: "Let's go. Is there any wine at home? ? Drink two cups with me."
His tone was not like a husband and wife inviting each other for a drink, but like an old man greeting his son to relieve his boredom. Yan Xiaohan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Just as he was about to blurt out "You can't drink," he suddenly thought about it, if he could use alcohol to drown his sorrows and give him a chance to vent, it would be better than keeping everything in his heart now.
"Yes." He said simply, "Wait a minute, I'll have someone pick it up."
Fu Shen raised his head in amazement: "Did you take the wrong medicine? It's so easy to talk!"
Yan Xiaohan raised his eyebrows, and leaned in to force him to ask, "Did I have a hard time talking before? You feel your conscience and say, when did you ask me and I didn't agree to you?"
His tall figure gradually approached, but unexpectedly there was no sense of oppression. Fu Shen stretched out a finger, pressed against his slowly pressing chest, and said with a slight smile, "I thought I had to give some favors to get a sip of wine. Since you are so sensible and considerate, that would be great."
Yan Xiaohan asked reluctantly, "What's the benefit?"
Fu Shen smiled but said nothing.
Yan Xiaohan said, "There is no reward for your kindness, Lord Hou, this doesn't seem like a gentleman's act."
Fu Shen asked back, "Then what do you want?"
"I'm so 'sensible' and so proactive," he pointedly put his knee on Fu Shen's leg, "Shouldn't you give me a bigger sweetness?"
Fu Shen glanced down at him three times, and smiled wickedly: "Yo, spring is here."
Yan Xiaohan didn't feel ashamed, but took pride in it. He became more and more aggressive, and said something close to his ear, which caused Fu Shen to sneer, "Come here. Just to see if your third leg is yours. As hard as a bone - say it first, don't cry if it's broken."
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
"Tsk, if you have a thief's heart but not a thief, you have to think about it," Fu Shen stretched out his hand to squeeze his chin, kissed his lips, and said lazily, "It's better to lie down, sir, to protect your desires. 'Death, how about eating marrow and knowing taste?"
"This lord."
The male voice is low, not as coquettish as the female voice, but when it comes out of his mouth, it does not have a soul-sucking taste. Yan Xiaohan's eyes were deep and deep, maintaining the posture of being molested, and said softly, "I have three legs, but you only have the third leg..."
The charming atmosphere vanished in an instant, Fu Shen couldn't hold back, and almost started whipping him, but Yan Xiaohan took advantage of his unpreparedness and turned against the guest, pressed him on the back of the chair, and kissed him firmly.
It wasn't until after the long kiss that Fu Shen lowered his head and gasped that he said in a very light voice, "Not now, but I want you."
It seemed that his gentle and restrained mask had finally collapsed, revealing the possessive desire inside, that desire was not good-looking, but it was his truest appearance.
Fu Shen's chest couldn't stop heaving up and down, his legs were too weak when he sat down, he wanted what he wanted, but if he didn't want to die, sooner or later you would cry and say "No".
But he said, "All right, all for you... Good brother, get up quickly, you're crushing me."
Yan Xiaohan found that every time Fu Shen felt embarrassed, he would find various excuses to drive him away. This little discovery inexplicably pleased him, so he let go of Fu Shen with satisfaction and went out to ask for wine for him.
Fu Shen listened to the sound of his footsteps moving away briskly, raised his hand to touch his aching and hot lips, and smiled unconsciously.
He is a very reliable person himself, and he has never been able to comfort others. For the first time, I became the one who took a sense of security, and it felt amazing and indescribable to find someone I could rely on.
Not to mention that he is currently pretending to be lame, even if Fu Shen's leg injury is actually healed, he can't bear too much burden in a short period of time... But two big men with strong blood and energy are tired and crooked all day long, their ears and temples are grinding together, and it is inevitable that they will react. , Do you have to endure it with such "respect for each other" for another two or three years
Thinking about it like this, it doesn't seem impossible for him to...
When Yan Xiaohan gave Fu Shen a drink, he always felt that the way he looked at her had a special meaning, as if he picked up the money while walking, and the money was lost by Fu Shen.
The wine is sweet but not strong, and has a pleasant aroma. Fu Shen drank all the wine in the glass in one gulp, praised "good wine", and teased: "This wine is usually rare, Master Yan is an official... Human filial piety?"
In the officialdom, it is common to clear relations and manage up and down, not to mention the high-ranking yamen like Feilongwei. Yan Xiaohan neither shy away nor admit it, but said, "Honestly honoring the Marquis, how dare you use ordinary drinks, of course you have to choose the best."
Fu Shen threw a pine nut into his mouth and suddenly said, "Although the wine is good, it's not the best."
Yan Xiaohan is not as arrogant as he is, he just drank slowly and said, "I would like to hear the details."
Fu Shen glanced at him with a half-smile but not a smile: "The best wine I've ever had was in a small town on the edge of Beiyan. The wine is strong and the lady boss is very nice."
As expected, Yan Xiaohan was stomped on his tail, and said sourly, "Is it better for wine or for the proprietress?"
That gesture seemed to say, "You dare to go out and try in front of me."
Fu Shen: "Chen Jiu's old friend, recalling the past, the wine is not intoxicating and everyone is intoxicated."
Yan Xiaohan suddenly thought about it, "Do you still have a history with her?"
He really didn't expect that Fu Shen would meet the possibility of Caiyue. In the vast sea of people, how could it be so easy for two people with different paths to meet again? Yan Xiaohan has never been wronged by this matter. In his heart, even if Caiyue is finally released, the fault has already been committed, and Fu Shen has broken with him. Pass.
Fu Shen saw that Yan Xiaohan hadn't understood yet, but he didn't mention it anymore. He was a little sluggish in this matter, as if he had caught Yan Xiaohan's secret love for him, and he couldn't help but secretly try to test it out, not only looking forward to his expression after the matter was revealed, but also wanting him to admit it to himself. .
"I'm kidding you. I have so many past events, which one is missing you?" Fu Shendeng pinched his cheek like a disciple, "It's not good for you. You are the best."
Yan Xiaohan knew that sweet words were unreliable, but he involuntarily went along and was coaxed into obedience.
The two wine cups made a crisp sound, Fu Shen drank them all in one go, and Yan Xiaohan served him vegetables: "Take it easy, no matter how good the wine is, this is not the way to drink it."
Fu Shen said lazily, "Don't worry. Ben Hou's drink is very good. If you're afraid that I'll make trouble for you by drinking too much, I'll go to the guest room to sleep at night."
"Don't you feel guilty for saying this, Marquis," Yan Xiao said coldly and indifferently, "Since the first day you came, when has the guest room ever let you in?"
Fu Shen said embarrassingly, "...You are too self-conscious."
Yan Xiaohan: "Humph."
"It's true that the older the child, the harder it is to manage," Fu Shen pretended to sigh, "I used to say 'like me the most', but now I know 'hum'."
Yan Xiaohan was instantly broken.
The two of you are naive enough with each word, and finally, when the wine is still not over, slightly drunk but extraordinarily sober, they talk about the matter of the Taoist Chunyang.
"I have to investigate further. I don't feel relieved if the person behind him is not found out." Fu Shen said, "It's not just because of my second uncle, I'm afraid that he won't be able to assassinate him once, and I want to do it again. And 'Bai Lu San' If you don't control it, it will cause a catastrophe sooner or later."
Yan Xiaohan: "If that person wasn't there, you wouldn't be trapped in the capital."
"Anyone in that position will be afraid of me," Fu Shen said, "it's the same for you. This is not the key, the key is that the princes are hard to take on the responsibility. Don't forget that the old neighbors are still watching us. Although the emperor is very suspicious, he is very suspicious of the border His attitude towards matters has always been tough, and now only he can hold down the neighboring countries."
"Not counting the prince, the King of Jin and the King of Qi are all close to the civil servants. Think about it, the military generals from the four directions, the five major capital camps, and your forbidden army, which one is not firmly in the hands of the emperor?"
"Once the throne changes, no matter who comes to the throne in the end, it is impossible to get the support of most of the courtiers in a short period of time. It is difficult to guarantee that foreigners will not take advantage of the situation. When the time comes, the Beiyan Iron Cavalry will bear the brunt. Who should I turn to?"
Yan Xiaohan thought about it and said, "Now that Chunyang is dead, which direction do you plan to pursue?"
"Southwest." Fu Shen took a sip of wine, "I said before that Chunyang's behavior is like that of his late father's old army, who fought in the northern Xinjiang with his late father and uncle, and is still alive today, only the king of Xiping County is left. ."
Yan Xiaohan: "Duan Guihong, King of Xiping County?"
"Well," Fu Shen said, "this dynasty is the only one who has a different surname to seal the county king. When Yuantai pacified the northern border in the second year of Yuantai, he was also under my grandfather's command. Later, he was transferred to the southwest, and he stayed there for more than ten years. I have a deep friendship with my uncle, and I may still have an impression of what happened back then."
Yan Xiaohan said: "You said earlier that Taoist Chunyang is just a pawn in the game. The King of Xiping County is far away in the southwest, and it is logically difficult to run a large-scale force in the capital, and this should have nothing to do with him. "
Fu Shen sighed: "If I knew who I had a relationship with, would I need to drink wine to drown my sorrows here? Apart from him, I can't think of anyone else who would care so much about the Beiyan Iron Cavalry. You should also reflect on it, I can't find out the source of Bai Lusan, what do you Feilongwei eat?"
Yan Xiaohan noticed that he was already a little drunk—because he was starting to be unreasonable, he put down the glass and took the jug, intending to stop here and let Fu Shen wash up and sleep.
Unexpectedly, when I reached out and touched it, the pot was actually empty!
While talking, Yan Xiaohan didn't notice the frequency of his toasting, but Fu Shen drank most of the wine without saying a word.
Yan Xiaohan's scalp went numb, and he secretly prayed that Fu Shen's wine would be better, not to go crazy while drunk. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but that Fu Shen really started to fight, and he really couldn't beat him.
The wine was surging, his mind was dizzy, Fu Shen's eyes were half-closed, and Yan Xiaohan quietly let Yan Xiaohan change his clothes and bathe him. He was very well-behaved and docile right up to the bed.
Yan Xiaohan's heart gradually calmed down, and while he was relieved, he felt that there was no such thing as "drinking disorder", which was a bit unstimulating.
Before he could finish this thought, the drunkard suddenly called out to him in a low voice, but Yan Xiaohan didn't hear it, and leaned over and asked, "Why—"
With a bang, the world turned.
When he came back to his senses, Fu Shen had already pressed him to the inside of the bed. The man on his body put his hands on both sides of his head and looked at him condescendingly: "Throwing my arms and hugs, eh?"
Yan Xiaohan quickly reached out and hugged his waist: "Be careful with your legs! Don't kneel, go down!"
Fu Shen was restrained by his arms, changed from kneeling to prone, and planted his head into his neck, but he still refused to give up, and insisted on getting up and looking at his face.
Yan Xiaohan said helplessly, "Jingyuan, don't make trouble..."
"Ahan."
He was stunned for a moment, thinking that he had heard it wrong, and asked in disbelief, "What did you call me?"
"Ahan," Fu Shen kissed him gently on the tip of his nose, then moved to the corner of his lips, "Ahan..."
These two words were more effective than spirits, but Yan Xiaohan felt that his whole body was about to burn.
Who knew that Fu Shen would have another sentence. Although it was vague and hoarse, his voice was full of love: "...Don't move, be good, my brother loves you."