Speechless all the way.
After returning to the inn, closing the door and lighting the lights, Fu Shen sat on the chair in a daze after taking a shower. After a while, Yan Xiaohan came out, hugged him from behind, pressed his chin against the top of his wet hair, and asked in a low voice: " Not happy?"
Fu Shen loosely circled his fingers, feeling that he was about to lose his hair: "What is this? I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me."
Yan Xiaohan gave a "hmm".
Fu Shen waited for his next sentence, and there was no movement, so he couldn't help but raise his face slightly: "Do you have nothing to say?"
Yan Xiaohan replied lazily, "What do you think I will say?"
Fu Shen: "Speaking of my wife's benevolence, rushing to take the blame, taking everything to myself and so on."
Yan Xiaohan said with a low smile, "Since you know what you have in mind, why should I talk too much. That's not what I want to say."
Fu Shen: "What is that?"
"This is not the capital, and there is no Jingning Hou's mansion for you to move." Yan Xiaohan said gloatingly, "Master Hou is generous, and he only cares about charity. I don't think it is all about you, right?"
Fu Shen: "..."
I really didn't expect it! ! !
"No amount of money can't help making such a method... As the saying goes, a penny beats a hero," Yan Xiaohan pretended to sigh, "However, plucking out the hair on the Marquis is thicker than the lower thigh. That's just a few bucks of rice, eh?"
Fu Shen squinted his eyes, filled with murderous intent: "Are you shaking again?"
"This time and the other," Yan Xiaohan said leisurely, "It's not easy to stare at me now, why don't you beg me, maybe I'd like to lend you a little bit?"
Fu Shen had personally experienced what is meant by Mr. Dongguo and the wolf, but the big-tailed wolf who was kind enough to take revenge smiled like a vixen, put a kiss on his ear and coaxed: "Or, you can also Sell yourself…”
"Don't sell your body," Fu Shen wrapped his fingers around a lock of his long hair, turned his head and touched his lips, "Just robbing money."
Yan Xiaohan seemed to be very distressed and sighed. She bowed and picked him up and walked towards the bed. She said helplessly, "Then let's have some fun."
It wasn't until it was twilight outside that the sound of breathing in the curtain gradually subsided. Fu Shen was so tired that he fell asleep. The last thought before falling asleep was to suspect that he had left his brain in the Fox Immortal Temple and didn't bring it back.
The robbery of bullshit was not wiped clean by Yan Xiaohan in the end! What's the difference between this and selling yourself!
It was too late the night before, and Yan Xiaohan rarely slept with Fu Shen the next day. When he opened his eyes, Fu Shen still hadn't woken up, his sleeping appearance was a little more tame than usual, and his body was also soft, making people couldn't help but want to pinch his face. Yan Xiaohan stared at him for a while and he didn't wake up, his alertness plummeted, showing that he was really tired.
Yan Xiaohan understands his hard work, and resists not going to start provoking others. He quietly gets up, washes up, and goes out. He first goes to the Qianzhuang in Kuangfeng County to pass the news to King Qi, agreeing to meet in Jingzhou, and then from the cabinet. With some money, I took a purse and packed it separately.
On the way back to the inn, there was an entire street selling breakfast, Yan Xiaohan picked and picked, bought some food, and it was still hot when he brought it to the inn. Fu Shen was awakened by the aroma of the meat buns, and sat dazedly on the quilt: "Menggui?"
"Yeah," Yan Xiaohan poured a basin of hot water and sat on the edge of the bed to wipe his face, "If you wake up late today, you can eat something to pad your stomach first, and use it later for lunch."
Fu Shen leaned on his shoulders, with the warmth of the quilt on his body, and said hoarsely, "Did you go to the bank?"
Yan Xiaohan kept moving in his hands: "Yes. How did you guess it?"
Fu Shen smiled wearily, "It smells like copper."
Yan Xiaohan deliberately did something bad, put his hand into the quilt, and rubbed it in an indescribable place: "What are you? Just woke up, I'll see if the tail has not been tucked away..."
The two were tired and crooked for a while, and Fu Shen finally woke up from a nap, packed up, and sat at the table to eat breakfast. When in the capital, in front of a crowd of people, all of them put on a shelf to pretend that they would not eat or sleep, but now there are only the two of them in the house, so there are not so many cumbersome etiquette. Fu Shen swallowed a mouthful of porridge and said, "When are you going to leave to meet King Qi?"
Yan Xiaohan handed him a peeled salted duck egg: "Let's go tomorrow. The matter of Xishan Village is settled, this errand is half done, the rest is up to the government to deal with it. What about you? Back to Beijing?"
Fu Shen went down with his chopsticks and pricked a stream of clear butter. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Master Yan, am I the family member you brought to work abroad?"
"Isn't it?" Yan Xiaohan did not miss every opportunity to express his identity, and emphasized, "It is indeed a 'family'."
His appearance is far from usual, he is serious and silly, and a little cute, Fu Shen's heart softened: "Okay, my lord, I even threw away the mask, so I definitely won't be able to see people, or you will put me away. Put it in your purse and take it to Jingzhou?"
When Yan Xiaohan heard his sarcastic tone, he knew that there was no drama, and said unwillingly, "Save the people to the end, and send the Buddha to the West. My drug addiction has not healed yet, so you have to leave."
Fu Shen said: "Should I do it to you? It would be good to treat it for you. Besides, your drug addiction has already been brought under control, but it won't be good, you will know how to act like a spoiled child all day long."
Although the tone was scolding, the meaning of pampering and pampering was obvious at a glance. Yan Xiaohan felt at ease after being scolded by him, no longer pretending to be wronged, and asked very thoughtfully and thoughtfully: "Then where are you going next? Hui Beiyan ?"
"On the day when Daoist Chunyang fell under the law, I said that I wanted to start the investigation from the southwest," Fu Shen said, "Since we have all come here, let's stop by and have a look."
Yan Xiaohan immediately became nervous and said categorically, "No, if the southwest is really the source of Qiu Yebai, it would be too dangerous for you to go it alone..."
Fu Shen said: "Last time we talked about the summer thing, and I thought about it later. Although His Majesty was obviously targeting the Beiyan Iron Cavalry at that time, it was also a big warning to the defenders in the four directions. The southwest has come from Chengdu for many years. In one body, there is a different surname of the county king. He is still an old member of Beiyan. If Qiu Yebai is regarded as a counterattack against the imperial court by the southwest, it is reasonable. At this point, he and I are on the same boat, and they will not take it seriously. I don't have to worry about it."
Once Fu Shen made a decision, he would only give a symbolic notification and never discuss it with anyone. Knowing his personality, Yan Xiaohan felt that his arms couldn't bend his thighs, so he had no choice but to come down: "What about the capital, you have already arranged it?"
"I called someone to pretend to be me." Fu Shen pursed his lips lightly, "The emperor probably won't have time to pay attention to me now—he's also sick."
The next day, the two packed up the rations, left the inn, and galloped away in the direction of Jingzhou.
Fu Shen was going to the southwest, and Yan Xiaohan left outside Jingzhou City and continued westward, while Yan Xiaohan rode into the city alone and hit the horse directly to the official post where King Qi settled down.
Seeing each other twice, Yan Xiaohan was tortured by Qiu Yebai during this period of time in Kuang Feng County, and he was relieved a lot. When King Qi saw his haggard appearance, he knew that what he said was true, and then listening to him talk about the stories of Xishan Village and all kinds of appalling tragedies, he couldn't help being filled with righteous indignation. Daring ignorant fools!"
Yan Xiaohan said: "The autumn night will cause endless harm, not only the case of Xishan Village, but also the reduction of grain tax in Jingchu. It has nothing to do with it. The local officials did not report it, and the people abandoned farming and medicine. Your Highness should use this case to clear the atmosphere. It is forbidden to be white on autumn nights."
King Qi and the others have not been idle in Jingchu these few days. Yan Xiaohan said that he knew what he was missing, but what was missing was Xishan Village. Once the case is reported to the imperial court, it is bound to sweep away the officialdom of Jingchu.
Before they left the capital, the queen died and the prince fell out of favor, and the father of the prince concubine Cen was Cen Hongfang, the military governor of Jingchu. It is conceivable that after the Jingzhou case, the abolition of the prince was a sure thing.
The King of Qi immediately summoned the prefect of Jingzhou to see him, and issued an upward order. That night, Xishan Village was confiscated, and all the villagers were escorted to the Kuangfeng County Yamen overnight for interrogation. The magistrate of Kwong Fung County is not strict, and it is difficult to protect his own black yarn. In order to give King Qi an explanation, the prefect of Jingzhou dared not let them come to the trial behind closed doors, so he dared to invite King Qi and the accompanying Feilongwei to join the Jingzhou officials to attend the trial in Kuangfeng County.
King Qi was in a fit of anger, and wanted to see the villain in action with his own eyes. Yan Xiaohan was worried that there were still sick people among the villagers and that something might go wrong, so he gently persuaded him. Go to. Yan Xiaohan had no choice but to go back to Kuang Fung County with him.
When everyone went out from the official post, it happened that there were many pedestrians outside, and it was noisy. After a short while of the guards, Yan Xiaohan turned his back to the street, and suddenly felt someone bumped him lightly behind him.
His first reaction was that there was a hairy thief. Immediately afterwards, a small purse fell in his palm, and a low magnetic voice said behind him: "My lord, your things have fallen."
Yan Xiaohan turned around suddenly, almost shaking his neck.
The man was dressed in black, with a hat on his head, covering the upper part of his face, only showing a smooth and thin chin and neck. Seeing him looking over, he raised his lips and smiled lightly without saying hello. He quietly retreated to the crowd, and in a flash disappeared.
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
"My lord," his subordinate called him back to his soul, "it's time to leave."
Yan Xiaohan nodded casually, got on his horse, and quietly opened the small purse on the way to see that it was full of crystal clear sweet-scented osmanthus candies.
Didn't he go to the southwest? !
In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes of the public, to actually do such a private matter of giving and receiving, really—
It's really... I don't know how to love him.