On the sixth day of the seventh lunar month, Yan Xiaohan traveled day and night, carrying the wind and frost, and brazenly broke into the Southwest Army garrison.
He was brought in with a knife around his neck. Duan Guihong was in a state of turmoil. Hearing that this imperial court lackey broke into the camp at night, he was so angry that he was furious and said, "You still have the face!"
"Jing Yuan is here, isn't it?" Yan Xiaohan strode towards Duan Guihong as if he didn't feel the knife on his neck: "Where are the others?"
The guards were afraid that he would hurt Duan Guihong, so they hurriedly shouted with a knife, "Stop!"
The sharp blade scratched his neck, and the blood gushed down, instantly dyeing the neckline red. With red eyes, Yan Xiaohan took off all the swords and daggers from his body and threw them on the ground. He was so anxious that he almost pleaded, "If you want to kill, you must leave it at your mercy. Your Highness, let me see him."
Duan Guihong was stunned for a moment, thinking that Yan Xiaohan was in such a hurry, shouldn't he? Aren't the two of them at odds with each other's face and heart? Could it be that the marriage has given them true feelings
He frowned and asked, "Who sent you here? Emperor?"
"Xue Sheng made a statement to the emperor to get rid of Jingyuan secretly. I am not in the capital, I came from Jinling after receiving the news of the eyeliner in the palace."
The weather and tiredness on his face could not deceive anyone. From east to west, Yan Xiaohan only spent less than two days, and he never closed his eyes. If this can't be regarded as a sincerity, then he can only die on the spot and show Duan Guihong.
"My lord, Feilongwei was the chief investigator of the Wanshou Ban assassination case. I know that Chunyang belongs to you, and I know that Bai Lusan came from the southwest. Jingyuan has never concealed your friendship from me." Yan Xiao Han tried his best to calmly say, "Otherwise I wouldn't have found this place directly. You can't harm him, because there are nails buried by the emperor beside him."
"Is it the Dog Emperor's orders?" Duan Guihong was only vaguely suspicious at first, but now that Yan Xiaohan has confirmed it, his anger rose to his chest: "Okay, after my father killed him, my son came to harm him again. After destroying the whole family of his Sun family, he deserves to be tossed by them like this in this life?!"
His illustrious military exploits, his body covered with scars, were not as good as the few words his favorite ministers said in front of the emperor. Fu Shen fought for Da Zhou all his life, and in the end he ended up like this.
Things hurt others. Thinking about it this way, what is his 20 years
Loyalty to the liver and righteousness is to be trampled on, and deep friendship is to betray.
After Duan Guihong roared, the anger dissipated, and the boundless cold and misery immediately rolled into his heart. He stood there for a moment, like a lion who finally realized that he was getting old. When he spoke again, the tone was lowered: "Go back, don't see him anymore, just treat him as dead."
"In the future... don't use this country to drag him down."
Yan Xiaohan's body has not dissipated from the destructive pain. He is actually not so awake. His whole body is supported by this pain. He has tried to be as polite and tactful as possible to Duan Guihong. But when he said the last sentence, Yan Xiaohan couldn't bear it any longer.
"Who the hell is dragging him down like this, doesn't the lord have a clue in his heart?"
"What right do you have to be wronged for him?" He stared at Duan Guihong coldly, and his words were sharper than a knife: "Why did he come to the southwest front line, why did the emperor kill him... not all Because of you? The King of Xiping County."
"If you didn't show the emperor's face over and over again, how could you get into a fight? If it wasn't to protect you, why would Jingyuan delay the fight for three months, so the emperor was suspicious?!" He With a rare stern look on his face, he asked aggressively, "My lord is so distressed for Jingyuan, I never thought about it, okay, why does the emperor suddenly want his life?"
Duan Guihong was stunned by his successive questions. He had only seen Yan Xiaohan from a distance in the capital before. At the time, he only thought it was an embroidered pillow, but he never imagined that he would not lose any of them when he was full of momentum. The person who got up and down was swept away by the frosty eyes, and even he had the urge to step back.
Yan Xiaohan said, "You colluded with Duke Ying in private, and used his hand to transport Qiu Yebai to the capital. You thought you were doing it flawlessly and without knowing it. Now that the incident has happened, Jingyuan has been implicated in taking the blame for you. I would rather accept a marriage than commit a rebellion. Now, just because of a little act between you and Duke Ying, his whole life has been ruined. You still have the face to complain for him? My lord, with all due respect, if you really want him to be more Live for a few years, just take care of your own hands, don't do things that shouldn't be done, don't think about things that shouldn't be moved."
Yan Xiaohan was also mad with anger, and he didn't show any emotion. The questioning in his words almost hit the face of the Prince of Xiping, but Duan Guihong didn't have time to care about his offense and muttered, "...It's because of me. ?"
"It's him who was struck by the thunder," Yan Xiaohan said, "My lord, it's my turn to beg you, let go of Jingyuan and stop dragging him down, okay?"
This knife was so precise and ruthless that Duan Guihong was completely speechless.
"Okay, stop arguing," Du Leng, who was busy rescuing, finally couldn't listen, and said loudly, "Master Yan, come in and help!"
No one stopped him this time, Yan Xiaohan walked straight in.
With just one glance, he felt that he had been evacuated from his soul, and the pain in his heart was mixed with the fear of the rest of his life.
Fu Shen was lying on his back with his eyes closed, his face white as paper, his lips were blue, and his body was covered with gold needles. If it weren't for the slight ups and downs in his chest, it would be almost the same as a corpse.
Du Leng was sweating profusely. He belonged to Duan Guihong and was a military doctor. After Fu Shen's accident, he sneaked here to join the enemy. Close your eyes. His voice was hoarse, so his words were very short and cold: "I can't hold back when the general is struggling, please do me a favor."
But Yan Xiaohan still didn't return to his senses, standing in front of the bed, from the fingertips to the strands of hair were stiff.
Du Leng clicked his tongue, then pulled out the golden needle with his backhand and held it between his fingers, the cold light flickered, aiming at the acupoint on Yan Xiaohan's back. The man shuddered like a convulsion, then suddenly turned his head away, and suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood.
"The fire is attacking the heart, and the blood is retrograde," Du Leng said indifferently, "Don't be in a daze, I want to pull the needle, you help me hold him, as long as you can survive tonight, you will be fine when you wake up. Sit down."
Yan Xiaohan choked and coughed twice. Thanks to Du Leng's injection, he woke up from the chaotic thoughts that had gone crazy. He silently washed the blood from his palms, sat on the edge of the bed, and put his hands on Fu Shen's shoulders.
His body was also cold like a dead person, and the temperature made Yan Xiaohan's heart shudder fiercely, and a little ominous thought suddenly arose, thinking indiscriminately, what if Fu Shen really died
With Du Leng taking the needle, Fu Shen's body gradually warmed up, and his hands and feet began to tremble slightly. When there were only a few needles buried in the big hole between his chest and abdomen, he frowned in a coma, raised his right hand slightly, and grabbed it in mid-air.
Yan Xiaohan hurriedly reached out and was grabbed by Fu Shen's wrist.
"Be careful," Du Leng glanced here and warned, "Hold it down."
The next moment, his hands were so fast that afterimages almost appeared, and he quickly pulled out the few remaining golden needles. Fu Shen's body first spasmed violently, and then he struggled like crazy. Yan Xiaohan was almost knocked off by his elbow. On the bed, a sharp pain exploded in his right wrist: "Jingyuan!"
"Don't let go!"
In desperation, Yan Xiaohan rushed over and hugged the man who couldn't move, letting the thin and hard bones and joints slam into his arms, making a series of muffled sounds, but never snorted.
He won't let go, and he won't let go.
The two were deadlocked for an unknown period of time, Fu Shen's struggle gradually weakened, but Yan Xiaohan was a little panicked. Just as he was about to ask Du Leng what was going on, he heard a faint voice from the throat of the person in his arms, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out. .
Yan Xiaohan's heart froze instantly.
Du Leng breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done. It's good to spit out the blood."
Yan Xiaohan didn't say anything, and didn't dare to relax. He would never forget the scene tonight. Fu Shen vomited blood in his arms one by one. All have a strong bloody smell. Both of them were covered in blood, as if they were sitting in a pool of blood.
At that time, he suddenly no longer felt pain and anxiety, but was unusually calm. Holding the dying person, he had only one thought in his heart: If Fu Shen died, he would go to Beijing to pluck the emperor's dog's head, and then stab himself with a backhand. , go down with him. Let everyone turn to ashes together, and no one will pass.
Duan Guihong didn't know when he entered the room, Fu Shen had stopped vomiting blood and fell into a coma, he stood not far away and waited for a while, seeing that Yan Xiaohan still didn't respond, he coughed a little embarrassingly: "That... cough, Why don't you change your clothes first, wrap the wound, and then guard him?"
Yan Xiaohan tilted his head slightly, obviously listening in. He supported Fu Shen's head, carefully and gently put him back on the pillow, then stood up, his back was straight, and he turned towards Duan Guihong with a cold but polite expression. Nodding: "I'll trouble the lord to ask someone to send a basin of hot water, I'll wipe him off before taking a bath."
"Ah," Duan Guihong didn't expect him to be so polite, and was stunned for a moment: "Okay."
The person who was just like a knife, aggressive but red-eyed, seems to have changed his soul at this moment, and his body is surrounded by a cold air that rejects people for thousands of miles, and he has become cold, self-controlled, and polite.
If Fu Shen is awake, he might be able to recognize it. This is the appearance of the Flying Dragon Guard Kipchaser that he is most familiar with.
The power overwhelms the government and the opposition, runs rampant without taboos, and is a ruthless traitor who harms the country.
Yan Xiaohan scrubbed Fu Shen once, put on clean clothes, and went outside to wash off the dust. When he came back, he sat by Fu Shen's bed all night with a small lamp that was not very bright.
In the long silent autumn night, he held the hand that President Fu Shen couldn't warm up, and branded a kiss on his chapped lips.
The flames in the heart are full of hatred, but the kiss is gentle and restrained, like a beautiful dream that can't bear to be shattered.
Yan Xiaohan whispered in his ear, "I want to kill him."