The world is cold and hard gray and white. He seems to be locked in a cage of iron gray, day and night, and he can't feel the passage of time. Only his consciousness is still weak, and he keeps asking him: Who am I? Where am I
The gray world gradually lit up, and he raised his hand and touched a rough stone pattern, which touched some memories, and he remembered that this is the city wall of Yanzhou City.
When he was eight years old, his second uncle took him to the grasslands, to the heavily defended station of the Beiyan Army, and to the gate tower of Yanzhou City.
That's because he was a little beanie, not as tall as the city wall, so he stretched his short hands to pick up the cracks in the wall, and was picked up by Fu Tingxin and placed on his shoulders.
In an instant, the world is vast and the mountains and rivers are far away.
Outside the city are endless mountains and grasslands, and inside the city are neat and clean houses and streets. Outside the city, there are sentries, war horses grazing lazily, people coming and going in the city, and high baskets selling steamed buns, and when the lid of the pot is lifted, a large cloud of white steam emerges.
Fu Tingxin still looked very young, his face was rough from the wind from the frontier, and his beard was unshaven, but he was still tall and handsome. When he smiled, there was a small pear eddy on his left cheek.
"Go back, eh?" Fu Tingxin carried him on his shoulders, turned around and went down the city wall: "It's overcast, it's going to rain."
He stretched out his hand ignorantly, and sure enough, from the vast blue-gray sky, a small raindrop fell.
The scene turns sharply.
This time, he was standing at the head of Yanzhou City, and he had grown into an adult, like a long sword of cold iron standing against the wind. Outside was a black army of Zhe tribe.
He no longer needs to sit on someone's shoulder to overlook the land.
"General." The young lieutenant general in black armor with a warm appearance walked up to him, "The Beiyan Iron Cavalry is assembled and ready to fight at any time."
"Okay." He stretched out his hand into the air, caught a raindrop that fell suddenly, and said softly, "It's raining."
The scene changes again.
He knelt down in the heavy rain, and was poured into a cold heart. The red clothes were like maple leaves floating on the water and refused to float away. At the end of the blue brick floor was the closed vermilion palace gate.
The cold rain kept hitting his face, and his heart was blank. He just felt that something was missing, and asked himself blankly: Who am I waiting for
Countless scenes flashed in front of his eyes one by one like a lantern, and he saw many familiar or vague faces, but there was always no one who should be remembered deeply.
But he clearly has no memory of that person.
The scene suddenly freezes at a certain frame, the heavy rain is still falling, but is isolated by the house, only the continuous sound of rain, he leans on a fire stick, crosses Erlang's legs, his eyes wander, and he absently falls on the man beside the fire. side face.
The man seemed to be indifferent to him, ignoring him, and refused to turn his head when he was stared at.
He thought to himself: Did I provoke him
Thinking about it carefully, he seemed to have said something just now.
Memories flooded into his mind along with the ethereal sound of rain, and the cold water droplets hit his face, and he finally realized that it was not rain.
"Glancing him alone in the world, I can't close my eyes even if I die."
Why don't you speak
Is it because... don't believe me
As soon as he remembered this sentence, it was like a needle of the sea god, it crashed down in his mind, opening up the chaotic world, and all the scattered and broken consciousness condensed and formed around this point of desire for survival. Through his tightly closed eyelids, he felt the light of the outside world for the first time.
Fu Shen's fingers curled up in Yan Xiaohan's palm flicked slightly, and with just such an indiscernible movement, he successfully pinned a big living person in place.
"Du...cough," Yan Xiaohan's voice split, and he was still trembling at the end, "Doctor Du, he seems to have moved just now..."
"Really?" Du Leng suspected that he was being overly sensitive, and came over and said, "Let me see."
Yan Xiaohan stood up from the bed, intending to make room for him, but just as he was about to release his hand, he suddenly felt his fingertips tighten, and he was tightly grasped.
"Don't go..."
The closed eyes opened.
"… "
Yan Xiaohan's eyes turned red in an instant, from his fingertips to his arms stiffened into a mallet, he almost squeezed a little sound out of his throat, and asked softly in disbelief, "Jingyuan...? "
Like a heartless and heartless Queen Mother, Du Leng pushed aside the hands they were shaking, rushed up to give Fu Shen a pulse, and said, "Get out of the way first... General, how do you feel now, where does it hurt?"
Fu Shen wanted to shake his head, but lying down too much made me dizzy, so he had to lie still and said in a weak voice, "No pain, dizzy. I had a dream just now, dreaming of golden beans in the sky, and it woke me up. I don't believe it. You touch, my face... is it wet?"
Yan Xiaohan: "…"
Du Leng turned his head without words, and looked at Yan Xiaohan whose eyes were still red.
What tears can wake a deeply unconscious person? It's a fucking elixir.
Fu Shen's eyes never left Yan Xiaohan's eyes, Du Junyi tried to check Fu Shen with all his heart despite the unfriendly atmosphere in the room, and finally said, "The poison has been cured, although the internal injuries are injured. I'll give you two medicines, and after a while, you'll be alive and well."
"Thank you," Fu Shen said weakly, "I've bothered."
Du Leng waved his hand, not wanting to be polite to him, and told Yan Xiaohan some taboos about drinking and eating, and he said goodbye very wisely.
After his footsteps disappeared outside the door, Fu Shen stretched out his hand to Yan Xiaohan who was standing at the foot of the bed, "...Come here."
"What are you doing?" Yan Xiaohan suddenly fell out of the state where he couldn't react at all. He suddenly realized his gaffe, walked over quickly, leaned over and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Shen grabbed one of his hands, pulled it to his lips and rubbed it lightly.
"Nothing," he said, "I just want to kiss you and stop crying."
Yan Xiaohan took a long breath of cold air with extreme restraint, as if someone had tapped a hole in his body, his body stiffened, he forgot how to blink, and a large drop of water hit the back of Fu Shen's hand.
"Scared you?" Fu Shen raised the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly, "It's alright, isn't this waking up?"
Yan Xiaohan slowly bent down, not daring to use any force, but still hugged him as tightly as possible, burying his face in the socket of his neck, his ears pressed against the beating pulse on the side of his neck.
He had a thousand words, but he couldn't utter a single word, so he had to call him with a trembling voice: "Jingyuan."
"Well, don't be afraid." Fu Shen said, "I told you, if I leave you alone in this world, I can't close my eyes even if I die."
That wasn't a joke of a casual promise.
So, you have to trust me.
"What are you dead and alive, your mouth is open," Yan Xiaohan raised his head again, no trace of crying anymore, he carefully kissed the corner of Fu Shen's lips, "Sit up, drink some water, OK?"
Fu Shen nodded, and stared at him with an indescribable tenderness in his eyes.
Yan Xiaohan made a thick nest for him with a pillow and quilt, and got up to pour water.
The few words just now exhausted all his strength, Fu Shen half-closed his eyes tiredly, leaning against the bedside, but his mind was very clear. He remembered that a few days ago, the military report from the imperial court approved him to negotiate with the rebels in the southwest. Fu Shen asked people to set up a simple tent between the two armies and agreed to meet with Duan Guihong here. On the day of the accident, for the sake of appearance, he and Duan Guihong both left the guards outside, and each brought only one lieutenant into the tent. In the end, before he said a word, when he was about to touch the teacup, the world suddenly turned around, his throat was sweet, his eyes darkened, and he fell down.
When his consciousness was about to dissipate, Fu Shen also heard his lieutenant shouting, "There is an ambush! It's a trick!"
At that time, the last thought in his mind was also a trick. It was impossible for Duan Guihong to poison him. This general opened his eyes and said nonsense, and it must be him.
"Come on, rinse your mouth first."
Yan Xiaohan wrapped his arms around him from behind and held the small tea cup to his mouth. His skills in caring for people have been unfamiliar for a few years. Fu Shen Yiyan rinsed his mouth and was fed a few sips of water by him. Only then did he feel that he was completely alive.
"How did you do it?" Fu Shen asked, staring at the bandage on his neck. He vomited blood several times, his body was weak, and he didn't dare to speak hard, all softly: "Neck."
Yan Xiaohan looked down, distracted, and said indifferently, "There was a little misunderstanding with the lord, but it's not in the way. Do you still want it?"
Fu Shen shook his head to signal no more, and leaned softly on his shoulder: "I can't help you fight back with me like this now. You can ask him to fight another day... It's ridiculous to fight even your niece-in-law."
Duan Guihong, who heard that Fu Shen was awake and was about to enter the door to visit: "..."
WTF! With a white-eyed wolf who has forgotten his mother-in-law!
Yan Xiaohan finally couldn't help laughing in a low voice, hugged him and complained slightly, "You're sick, why are you still talking so much. The lord has worked so hard to save you, and you only want to beat others."
Outside the house, Duan Guihong's footsteps came back, he lingered for a moment, and left with a complicated mood.
Inside the house, Fu Shen breathed a sigh of relief and said in his heart, "My God, it's a joke."
He knew that he had frightened Yan Xiaohan. Being able to dream means that his subconscious has recovered his perception of the outside world, but he has not woken up yet, so he always feels raindrops on his hands in the dream, it should not be an illusion.
Of course, a beautiful pear flower with rain is also good-looking, but he can't be hugged or coaxed in the way he is now, so forget it.
"My lieutenant..."
As soon as Fu Shen opened his mouth, Yan Xiaohan blocked him back involuntarily, "You don't need to worry about this, leave it to me. As long as you heal the injury, I won't have to worry about anything."
Fu Shen didn't argue with him, and buried his face in his arms: "Madam has the final say."
Fu Shen was in a bad mood and soon became sleepy. Yan Xiaohan fed him the medicine and put him in the bed properly. After he fell into a deep sleep, he washed his hands and went out to see Duan Guihonghe. Du Leng.
Today is the seventh day of the seventh lunar month. According to Fu Shen's poisoning, two days have passed. The imperial army was in chaos. The news of Fu Shen's death spread wildly.
When the incident happened suddenly that day, Fu Shen suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground. Duan Guihong was taken aback. Before he could react, he saw the lieutenant who accompanied Fu Shen in the tent with a knife in his hand and shouted, "There is an ambush! !"
The sound was earth-shattering, and the guards outside the tent rushed in immediately after hearing the sound. The troops in the southwest were unknown, but they couldn't watch Duan Guihong be surrounded, and also broke into the tent, and the two sides instantly scuffled into a ball. Duan Guihong was only stunned for a moment, and immediately understood that he was being overcast. However, the situation at the scene was really unclear at the time. Duan Guihong had no time to catch the lieutenant, so he ordered Fu Shen to be picked up and evacuated. He returned to the camp and called a military doctor for a diagnosis. It was confirmed that it was a symptom of poisoning, but he could not find out what it was. poison.
Thanks to Du Lenggan taking the risk and defecting late at night, he was more reliable than the military doctor in Duan Guihong's camp, and recognized that Fu Shenzhong was a kind of scorpion venom. This scorpion often appears in the deep mountains of Guangnan. The venom is transparent and colorless, and the smell is glycolic and smells like wine, so the locals call it "drunk scorpion". Soaking a live scorpion in wine to force out the venom is a poison called "tomorrow drunk".
The biggest feature of this poison is that it will not attack immediately after taking it, but will not take effect until noon on the second day. Since this poison is no different from water and wine, the onset is delayed, and the poisoned person is often unaware, and the treatment is even more difficult. There is no way to talk about it, and the poison will die.
The southwest has been humid and rainy these days, and Fu Shen sometimes has leg pains. Du Leng suggested that he drink a little wine every night to get rid of the dampness. It was the flaw in this link that gave Xue Sheng's people a chance.
Fortunately, Fu Shen was brought back to the southwest camp by Duan Guihong, not by the imperial army. Qiu Yebai specializes in overcoming snake venom and scorpion venom. Duan Guihong lacks everything except Qiu Yebai. This herbal medicine once saved Fu Tingxin's life on the grasslands of northern Xinjiang, and now it has saved Fu Shen's life.
"Your Highness kidnapped Jing Yuan and confirmed the rumors of 'an ambush and assassination'," Yan Xiaohan said, "But for us, this is not the worst case."
Duan Guihong's perception of this "niece-in-law" is very complicated. He was scolded mercilessly by Yan Xiaohan last night. He felt that this person was a fucking cruel character, but he heard a few words outside the door today, and he felt that compared to Fu Shen's bastard, Yan Xiaohan was a jerk. Anyway, a little conscience.
"What are you going to do?"
Yan Xiaohan said: "The emperor is both respectful and afraid of Jingyuan, although Xue Sheng has the evidence of Ying Guo's private affairs with the Southwest in his hand, he does not dare to shake it out directly. On the body, it means that they are also afraid that if the incident occurs, there will be trouble in the northern border, and the situation will be difficult to control."
"According to the current situation, if Jingyuan is "dead" in your hands, the Beiyan Iron Cavalry and the old army will count all the accounts to the southwest, and without Jingyuan, the monolithic group in the northern Xinjiang will naturally be divided, and the imperial court will not They will be coerced by the 'strong generals' again, killing two birds with one stone, and their goal will be achieved." Yan Xiaohan said, "With the emperor's temperament, death is like a lamp, he will most likely not pursue the Fu family's faults, Jing Yuan's I can still keep my famous name.”
Duan Guihong asked, "What if he didn't die?"
"Then his relationship with Southwest China can't be explained clearly," Yan Xiaohan said, "When the time comes, if Duke Ying's letter is taken out, the eight-point falsehood will become very true. Certainly."
Duan Guihong heard the meaning of his words, and said yin and yang strangely: "So what do you mean? If you want him to die, and then hide his name in the mountains and forests, you can find another sweet wife and concubine, and enjoy wealth and honor, right?"
Yan Xiaohan didn't take it seriously, she shook her head and said, "Your Highness is too high for your consideration."
"Let's not say that he is living away from the world, even Biluohuangquan, I will follow him." He said, "It's not that Jingyuan can't leave me, it's that I can't leave him."
The author has something to say: Duan Guihong: Why do I owe my words.