Golden Stage

Chapter 51: Healing ┃ Give what you want

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It is said that Qiu Yebai is addicted, and the first three days are the most dangerous and difficult to endure. Yan Xiaohan listened to that old doctor's alarmist words, and was already ready to go up the mountain of knives and go down to the oil pan. Who would have guessed that there was an "omnipotent" Marquis of Jingning by his side, and those memories that should have been terrifying and gloomy were wrapped in sweetness, It didn't seem so painful.

It's just that when the drug addiction broke out, he was in a daze. Although he repeatedly warned himself not to ask for too much, he often found that Fu Shen was exhausted by his torment after he woke up.

After two days, Yan Xiaohan felt that the state of being unable to distinguish foreign objects and the darkness of the sky was slowly fading away, so he proposed to go back to the Fox Immortal Temple and Xishan Village to have a look.

Fu Shen now sleeps until the sun rises three poles every day, drinking Shiquan Dabu Tang as water. Hearing this, he said lazily, "What did you promise me back then? I forgot it in a blink of an eye."

Yan Xiaohan pursed her lips: "You can go back soon after you finish it, this matter can't be dragged on forever."

Fu Shen smiled "sneeringly", reached out and hooked his chin: "Don't pretend like I bullied you, who are you pitiful to show?"

Yan Xiaohan grabbed his hand, pulled it to his lips and kissed it, and said confidently, "Whoever is distressed will show it to whoever."

Fu Shen: "I'm used to you."

Yan Xiaohan is not in a hurry or arguing, just staring at him tenderly, Fu Shen is not afraid that he will raise a bar with him, but he is afraid that he will tempt him with beauty - especially the sick beauty with unique flavor, he will soon be unable to stand it. , Song said: "Go, go, go as you want, it's up to you."

Back then, the rhetoric of "who has the final say in our family" was powerful, and now his "head of the family" majestic has long been drinking Dabu soup together.

Xishan Village is backed by mountains and rivers. It was supposed to be a peaceful and picturesque paradise. Who would have thought that there are so many dark secrets hidden in this small village of just over 100 households.

Because the villagers here are extremely vigilant to outsiders, and Yan and Fu are too dazzling, no one has the ability to disguise, so they had to squat in the small woods on the hill behind the village and observe from a distance across the river, from dark to sunset, After watching the farmers and the women washing vegetables all day, they found nothing except the two turtledoves that Fu Shen laid down with stones when he was bored.

"This can't be done, Mr. Yan," Fu Shen said. "We can't see the result even if we squat to death, so I'll just go down and catch someone for you to come up with for the first trial."

Yan Xiaohan didn't answer, as if he was in a trance.

Fu Shen stretched out his hand and patted his back: "Menggui?"

"Huh?" He seemed to be abruptly pulled out of a certain situation, his eyes narrowed from dazed to a line, and he said, "What did you say?"

Fu Shen didn't care about other things, he just stared at him closely, keenly noticing that something was wrong with Yan Xiaohan, and reached out to grab the pulse of his wrist: "What's wrong?"

Yan Xiaohan didn't know what to think, but actually dodged away. Fu Shen was accustomed to his cooperation. When he grabbed the empty space, everything turned into a problem: "What are you hiding? Reach out and let me take a look."

Yan Xiaohan's hand shrank under the sleeve of his robe was shaking uncontrollably, and it had a tendency to intensify.

"It's all right," Fu Shen said coldly, "I'm shivering to the core, and you're talking nonsense with my eyes?"

He recited three times in his heart, "He's sick, don't have the same knowledge as him", and forcibly suppressed the fire in his heart: "It's drug addiction, right?"

Yan Xiaohan's face turned pale, but he did not deny it.

Fu Shen looked around, and saw the lush forests, the twilight was all around, and the whole forest was silent, no human words were heard, only the breeze and birds chirped, and his face became hot, and he sighed, "You are too good at picking places..."

Yan Xiaohan could never imagine that a person with such an upbringing and background as Fu Shen would be succumbed in the countryside. Hearing the meaning in his words, he hurriedly said, "No...don't mess around."

Fu Shen asked back, "Can you still persist until you return to the county seat?"

Maybe it was drug addiction, maybe it was because the guilt and self-blame during this period of time had accumulated to the brink of being unbearable, Yan Xiaohan didn't know where he wanted to go, but he stepped back a little and said sadly, "Jingyuan, you don't have to force it... "

That back-stepping action hurts more than anything. Fu Shen almost made him laugh angrily, and repeated: "'Reluctantly'?"

"Okay, you can," he pointed at Yan Xiaohan, "I will treat you in different ways, and you will be me in different ways, right?"

Fu Shen irritably walked back and forth on the road in the woods, he endured again and again, and finally couldn't hold back, and roared in anger, "Yan Menggui, I can't wait to hold you in my hands as if it hurts like a darling. , co-authoring is a 'reluctance' in your heart in the end? Your conscience was eaten by a dog?!"

He was a man who came down from the battlefield. When he was really angry, his voice seemed to contain blood and cold light, and his aura was like a mountain topping down. However, Yan Xiaohan was scolded by him, and there was a morbid sense of relaxation in his heart.

"Wronged him," he thought to himself.

He knew that Fu Shen loved him, but it was one thing to pamper and pamper him, and it was another thing for the eldest young master to put down his body to accommodate him. Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and they fly separately when disaster strikes. There is nothing wrong with this sentence. One person has fallen into the abyss. Does it have to drag the other person to sink together to be considered a deep love

After Fu Shen shouted, his anger did not dissipate, but his mind calmed down. Yan Xiaohan's eyes were vague and uncertain, like sadness or joy. Fu Shen knew that he was more or less affected by the medicine. Fu Shen not only had to satisfy his physical desires, but also had to keep an eye on his mood changes.

The only thing he didn't understand was why Yan Xiaohan always felt that he was a drag on him

He thought about it and asked the same question. Yan Xiaohan didn't seem to expect him to be so frank, so he froze for a moment before saying, "I... the poisoning was because I was not careful, but you were exhausted because of your exhaustion. Your leg injury has not healed, this I should stay in Beijing to recuperate, but I'm running around for me... I didn't take good care of you, but instead dragged you down again and again."

Fu Shen answered, "According to what you said, no one owes anyone, so why do you have to take good care of me?"

"Master Yan, do you think I married you for your wealth, or for your position as a high-ranking official?" He sneered, "Looking at it this way, I should be you, the crippled, unofficial and powerless person. The drag, what do you think?"

Yan Xiaohan couldn't hear the word "crippled" coming out of his mouth the most. All his thoughts stopped for a while, and he said solemnly, "Don't talk nonsense."

Like a ladle of water pouring on a fire, Fu Shen's sneer froze on his face, and he was completely useless.

"You..." He was a little anxious, wanting to hang Yan Xiaohan up and give him a snort, so that he could wake up a little, and said patiently, "Forget it... Don't talk about those useless things, let's take care of your drug addiction first."

Yan Xiaohan still looked like a dead pig, "I'll stand still if you wear your tongue." "It's fine, I'll just endure it myself and pass. It's not suitable for this place."

Fu Shen suddenly said, "Menggui, do you still remember what you were doing when I found you after taking the medicine that day?"

For some reason, his tone softened all of a sudden, and it could even be called a pleasant look. Yan Xiaohan frowned and thought for a moment, but he really couldn't remember, so he shook his head.

"I remember. As soon as I closed my eyes these days, I was full of that scene. I'm afraid I will never forget it for the rest of my life." Fu Shen lowered his eyes, "I was still 'Ren Miao' at that time. A long knife stabbed into his hand."

"Tell me the truth, if it was someone else who went there that day, what would you do?"

Yan Xiaohan looked into his eyes, the answer was almost self-evident—

Of course the knife went straight down.

Fu Shen walked up to him, raised his hand and wiped his face lightly, as if wiping away a tear that didn't exist: "Who do you think I've come all the way here for? I'm going to have a cocoon on my lips, Menggui, it's too late for me to like you, why do I think you're a drag?"

"If you have to have a reason," his tone was clearly joking, but his attitude was extremely solemn, "If you can protect me like a jade, I can let you do whatever you want, give whatever you want. Do you understand?"

After falling into Qiu Yebai, Yan Xiaohan always felt that a big hole had been opened in his heart, leading straight to the abyss, where all his delusional obsessions and desires lived, as if he would never be satisfied. When he is awake, he can restrain himself, but when he is not awake, he can't tell whether it is the out-of-control caused by the drug or his own ugly face.

But now, Fu Shen jumped down into the abyss without hesitation, what greeted him was not the bite of the beast, but a heart that was still scarred but slowly healing.

Yan Xiaohan finally realized that his consummation was not at the moment when he spread his wings to protect Fu Shen in his arms, but when he was about to fall, a pair of hands appeared out of thin air to support him.

He bowed slightly, hugged Fu Shen by the waist, pressed it against the nearest tree, and blocked his dry mouth.

The breeze was blowing, and the leaves were rustling.

When the sky was completely dark, two well-dressed men came out of the grove. One of them was obviously sluggish, swayed three times, and was carried on the back of the horse by another man who couldn't stand it.

The two were about to leave when a commotion suddenly came from Xishan Village in the distance, the woman's howling pierced the night sky, many people's lamps were lit one after another, many people opened the windows, and asked loudly, "What happened to Tian Cheng's family? What's wrong?"

Fortunately, it was getting late, and many people had already closed their doors and closed their doors, and they all relied on shouting, so that the two people on the hillside could listen. Someone replied: "Tian Cheng is going to die, he has to carry it to the ancestral hall, and he has to send it off tomorrow night!"

The woman cried heart-breakingly: "My uncles and aunts, he can still be saved. I will take him to see a doctor in the city! Don't send him to the ancestral hall... I beg you..."

There was a rough and loud male voice: "No! Can't go to the county seat and drag down the whole village for him alone?"

Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan looked at each other at the same time.

There is indeed something strange in Xishan Village. How can a patient go to the county town to seek medical treatment, so how can he be afraid of dragging down the whole village

An ominous guess suddenly passed through Fu Shen's heart: "Could it be... the plague?"