As the most powerful foreign surname favorite in the history of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Yan Xiaohan has always been surrounded by rumors, saying that he has everything. In the imagination of outsiders, ordinary people have twelve hours in a day, and Yan Xiaohan has twenty-four hours in a day. He covets the country without rest, and every hour is trying to replace the new master and become the emperor himself. Gong Fu Shen's intimidation made him dare not do anything.
There is also a well-known "secret news" circulating in the palace, saying that the new master Cheng Mingdi was young and very dependent on his mother's uncle, Duke Jingguo, and often hugged his thighs and refused to let go. Yan Xiaohan is like a weasel squatting outside the chicken coop. He doesn't have any good intentions for this family. If he is not careful, he will stretch his claws at the little emperor, and repeatedly provoke the relationship between the emperor and the Duke of Yasukuni.
One day, near dusk, Fu Shen should have quit the palace, but the little emperor was so clingy that he refused to let him go. Seeing this, Yan Xiaohan asked him jokingly, "Prince Jingguo is a family member of this minister. If His Majesty insists on keeping him, what will he have in exchange?"
Although the little emperor now only knows how to eat, sleep and play, he is worthy of being a nobleman. He has shown extraordinary courage since he was a child, and said, "Jiangshan Yuqing."
When Empress Dowager Fu heard the words, she slipped her hand and fastened a bowl of tea to her skirt.
Yan Xiaohan's momentary words were originally recorded by the living room, and the next day, countless impeachment papers flew over the emperor's desk like snowflakes, berating Yan Xiaohan for disregarding Gangchang, bullying the young master, showing no distinction between superiors and inferiors, and conspiring. The heart of rebellion is clear, if such chaotic ministers and thieves are allowed to control the government, the country will be ruined in his hands sooner or later.
The courtiers once again made a desperate cry: If this person is not eliminated, sooner or later, he will become a serious problem!
Gu Shanlu, who is also a minister of Gu Ming, was forced by his colleagues to be one of the top two, and privately asked Fu Shen to complain: "Master Guo, you can take care of him, the court will be unable to hold back soon, they Even the suicide note has been written, and I will wait for the death of the palace tomorrow. You should be pitiful, let Master Yan live in peace for two months, and avoid the limelight, will you?"
Fu Shen said with a "tsk", "What a fuss, you're ready to die heroically? I'm not telling you, the Dukes of the Metropolitan Procuratorate are also quite old, why are they so unbearable?"
Gu Shanlu knew that he was short-sighted, grabbed his hand, and pleaded solemnly: "General, it is about the stability of the court, the stability of the country, and it is all up to you!"
Fu Shen: "...then what, let go first, let him see that I can't explain it anymore"
He retreated three feet away from Gu Shanlu like a thief, almost jumped up the beam, and said with lingering fear: "If you have something to say, don't do it."
Gu Xueshi has also cultivated into a human elite in the past two years. He pretended not to hear Fu Shen blurt out what he said.
Fu Shen's scalp was numb from his half-smiling eyes, and he always felt that Gu Shanlu seemed to have misunderstood something.
The two stared at each other for a moment, then Fu Shen waved his hand resignedly, and gave in angrily: "I see, I'll leave in a few days, and I won't stay in the court to hinder everyone's eyes. Are you satisfied? Satisfied? Get out now."
Gu Xueshi died, his fellow Daoists did not die, and he solved a thorny big trouble without bloodshed. He walked away contentedly without Fu Shen sending him.
After the guests left, Fu Shen strolled back to the backyard leisurely. Yan Xiaohan heard the sound of his footsteps, and was about to turn his head when he felt a chill on the side of his temples, a sweet fragrance of flowers swept across, and a huge pink-rimmed white rose brushed against his face and handed it in front of him.
He turned around reluctantly and said with a sullen face, "What are you doing?"
"Look at the flowers blooming well."
The white rose was very frivolous and slid against his profile until it slipped to the chin, and hooked it lightly on the chin, but the person holding the flower was honest and sincere: "It's better to use it with a beauty."
Yan Xiaohan took a deep breath: "..."
Fu Shen smiled and said, "Don't you like Madam?"
"Madam" said coldly, "I don't like it."
The soft petals tapped gently on his lips, as if to punish him for his duplicity.
Fu Shen calmly took back the flower, lowered his head and smelled it, his lips touching the edge of the petals as if unintentionally: "Don't you like it? Forget it, I'll just find a place to put it back in. …”
Before he could finish speaking, he was hugged by Lian Hua and others.
"I like it, I like it very much, okay?" Yan Xiaohan said angrily, "Come back, don't waste my flowers."
Fu Shen: "Speak louder, say it again, what do you like?"
"I like you," Yan Xiaohan lowered his head and pulled out the flower from his hand, without changing his face, "I really like it."
Many people don't know that there is actually a second half of the dialogue that spread to the DPRK and China.
After the little emperor said the words "Jiangshan Yuqing", not only the Queen Mother Fu was bombed, but Yan Xiaohan was also bombed.
He was even more rogue than the emperor. He grabbed Fu Shen's hand, and the wicked sued first, and said repeatedly: "Look, Your Majesty, for the sake of amusement, even handed over Jiangshan to others. Is this okay? How do you reason with His Majesty on weekdays? And you, you are usually too accommodating to His Majesty…”
Fu Shen couldn't listen anymore, so he secretly twisted on his waist and said in a low voice, "Fuck, how dare you say that I accommodated him? Shameless?"
"..." Yan Xiaohan said without blushing and heartbeat, "In short, the emperor of the world, Jinkou Yuyan, must not be so childish, it's because of our incompetence and negligence as ministers that make the emperor say such words. The minister dared to ask the empress dowager to give the decree. From tomorrow, the Duke of Yasukuni will no longer enter the palace to accompany the emperor every day. Instead, three scholars, Gu, Li, and Yang, will take turns to enter the decree every day. ."
Empress Fu's skirt was still dripping with water, and she was stunned by his thoughtful and honest remarks, and he hesitated: "This..."
She looked at her brother inquiringly, but saw that the man was holding his forehead with his hand, with "I can't control" written all over his face, and he didn't want to speak at all.
Empress Fu reluctantly agreed, "Let's do this then."
Yan Xiaohan received the Queen Mother's decree, and before she could be happy, she heard a loud howl burst out in the hall. The emperor hugged Fu Shen's thigh and cried, "I want uncle!"
Fu Shen was willing to let him cry like this, so he immediately leaned over and picked up the child. But as soon as he moved, he felt Yan Xiaohan holding him back. He stepped forward, and knelt down halfway in front of the little emperor. Gently but undeniably, he opened his delicate and short fingers one by one.
He whispered something to the howling little emperor, and the deafening cry first paused, then suddenly raised a tune, almost breaking the palace beam with one voice.
Fu Shen only vaguely heard a few words, not knowing how this ancestor provokes the little ancestor, he said in a hurry, "You still tease him..."
Yan Xiaohan suddenly turned his head and gave him a deep look.
His eyes were cold, with no smile in them, but an indescribable hardness, inexplicably reminiscent of cold iron stones and frozen lakes.
Fu Shen seemed to be caught by his gaze and couldn't help but startled.
Before he could feel the deep meaning from the sudden glance, Yan Xiaohan stood up on his own, bowed to the queen mother, and pulled him away.
As a result, from that day onwards, this man had been making trouble with him for four days.
Master Yan refused to admit that he was jealous of the child, but Fu Shen had seen through him long ago. Moreover, Yan Xiaohan is the kind of childish devil who is extremely difficult to coax. His way of revenge is very unique, that is, he hides Fu Shen's boots and wheelchair, making him call Tian Tian not the ground, and he can't take care of himself. Can succumb to lustful power and let this traitorous lackey do whatever he wants to him.
Today I managed to coax him into a happy mood, and Fu Shen mentioned the result of the discussion with Gu Shanlu just now: "...I think the court doesn't need the two of us right now, why don't we find a way out of the capital to rest for a while? What do you think? To the south or north?"
"Jingyuan." Yan Xiaohan didn't answer his words, but suddenly said indifferently, "I never wanted you to be too close to the emperor. Although he is your nephew, it will take ten or twenty years for him to become serious. In power, can he still treat you as before? Will he be as jealous of you and me as his father and grandfather?"
"I know," Fu Shen said inexplicably, "what's the matter? What do you say if you can't hit it?"
Yan Xiaohan grabbed his shoulders, lowered his upper body slightly, stared into his eyes, and said earnestly, "Those worries are just fantasies and may not come true in the future. Even if they do, I can hold you back. I don't need you to choose between me and the emperor, and I don't have to ask you to leave the capital to alienate the palace. So... The matter of leaving the capital is postponed for later discussion, think about it carefully, and don't wrong yourself for me, okay? "
Fu Shen opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he sighed softly, "You."
He said: "Since the day I joined the army, I have made up my mind to pledge my body to the country and wrap my body in horse leather.
Yan Xiaohan curled up his fingers, subconsciously feeling that the next words might not be good words. Unexpectedly, Fu Shen glanced at him, and his tongue turned with a heavy emotion, turning into a light and flirty joke: "The country doesn't have Xucheng, but it's cheap for you."
It seemed that there was a certain string in my heart with a clear squeak, bringing out a long trembling echo.
"After so many years and so many things, even if I am an elm knot, I should look away," Fu Shen took his hand and intertwined his fingers, "Reincarnation changes, it has its own set, Jiangshan leaves and future generations worry , I'm not a Bodhisattva, can I still worry about the world for a lifetime? It's enough to worry about you."
The rest of the words were submerged in the delicate kisses and the sweet aroma of roses.
In the summer of the fourth year of Chengming, Fu Shen and Yan Xiaohan were ordered to inspect Jiangnan and left Beijing in early June.
The little emperor bitterly followed the master to read and practice calligraphy, and sometimes asked the palace servant to write a letter to his uncle, asking him when he would come back, and to show him the newly planted lotus flowers in the imperial garden.
Although he had never asked Yan Xiaohan a single word, he had never forgotten that stingy aunt who was okay with him, but was unlikable.
Later, until Emperor Chengming grew up and became the ruler of the world, rich in the world, he still remembered what Yan Xiaohan said to him in the palace that day.
"He's mine. Take your country back and don't change it."