MTL - Golden Stage-Chapter 23 Past
Kill everything.
This is the biggest case that involved the king, defender, and minister, shaking the court and leaving the world with the deepest impression.
Han Yuan asked the same, King An withdrew, and Jin Yunfeng committed suicide. There were more than a dozen young men and women in the Jin family, no one was spared.
Few people know that there were two people who could have escaped to death, but ultimately failed to escape the dragon's network.
No one knows that those two people who must die will live incognito in a small border town. Seven years later, they can meet again with the life-saving benefactors of that year.
This unexpected discovery shocked Fu Shen enough to be comparable to the imperial edict of marriage a month ago.
Over the years, he has changed a lot. He has been scrutinized by world affairs and teased by his destiny. He was no longer the young master who acted in a single cavity. Rong Ma's career in catching the ducks made him quickly abandon the most useless childishness and waywardness, and unnecessary sensitivity.
With a state of mind and a sharp and restrained attitude, he understood what it means to be "involuntarily," and he also learned to respect "everyone with their own aspirations." He even re-established friendship with Yan Xiaohan, writing off the past and never mentioning it again.
At that time, Fu fell angrily on Yu Pei, and utterly broke his gratitude with him. But when he was relieved, he thought that he should be content, because Yan Xiaohan had saved his face that day. Feilongwei will be arranged to start after he leaves, at least half of it is to hide him and not make him sad.
Regardless of the festival of justice, his treatment of Fu Shen can be regarded as benevolent.
It is a pity that Fu Shen was angry at the time. No matter what Yan Xiaohan did, he always thought about it. Since then, the two have disappeared until Yuantai's winter. In the winter of the eighteenth year, the foreign envoys organized a polo club in the palace. Yuantai emperor ordered the army to end and formed a polo team with Xungui's children. Meet foreign polo masters.
At half-time, the polo was hit off the field. The **** responsible for picking up the ball was slightly slower and the ball was not released. A foreign player hurried to swing and hit it. People who often play polo are very comparable in strength. If the stick goes down, they will be half disabled if they don't die. The closest Fu Shen was, he rushed over to pick up the eunuch, and threw him to himself immediately.
Polo has always been rough, and collision injuries are common. The Gentiles provoked deliberately, but they didn't stop, they waved directly towards Fu Shen's face.
I just had n’t waited for the club to be handed to Fu Shen's eyes. Something in Yu Guang flew over and slammed on the temple of the foreign player. The strength was so strong that he actually brought an eight-foot man to life. Smashed into the ground immediately.
Fu Shen looked back in horror, and saw Yan Xiaohan sitting on the horse immediately, and if he did nothing, he shook his wrist and guiltyly said, "Sorry, my hand slipped."
At that moment, great effort was bound to be made, and it was necessary to pretend to miss, and the burden on the opponent's wrist was not heavy. Fu Shen watched carefully. In the second half, Yan Xiaohan switched to a left-handed stick. It seemed that he didn't dare to use his right hand to hold the stable.
He was in a complex mood, inevitably remembered the old things, and self-consolation. Now that he had made a stab at both ends, there would be gratitude, and they would not owe anything.
After the polo game, he stopped Yan Xiaohan off the court and gave him a bottle of good medicine, which was counted as a thank you. Yan Xiaohan didn't let him go like this. While struggling to bandage his swollen right hand, he asked, "The brutal force is targeting us everywhere, and he will take the black hand when he catches the empty. If you go to save the little eunuch, would you not set yourself In danger? "
He still has the word "save" on his face?
Fu Shen didn't have a good face for him, and asked ruthlessly: "Otherwise? Watching someone kill him?"
"It was just a eunuch," Yan Xiaohan was really inconvenienced with one hand, he simply gave up, left his right hand on his knee, and asked calmly, "Is it worth your help?"
Fu Shen understood his meaning beyond words, so he got even more angry. He pulled the bandage on one side, spread the medicine and bandaged in one go. He wrapped his right hand into a dumpling with three, five and two, threw a cold sentence, and turned away.
"What about eunuchs? The ones who shouldn't be rescued are those who repay the enemy with whatever means they deserve, and deserve it."
The two reunited again.
In the second year, the northern region changed drastically. Fu Shen experienced the pain of bereavement, and his filial piety was not removed, so he was pushed to the battlefield by the court officials.
In the early winter of Yuantai in the early twentieth year, before Fu Shen left Beijing, Yan Xiaohan took the initiative to give him a post asking him to sit somewhere in the garden. On that day, heavy snow was flying in the capital, and pedestrians were scarce. Fu Shen stepped on the grass and snow, walked across the small bridge near the lake, and came to the heart of the lake.
There are three glazed windows and a curtain on the other side to keep the wind warm. There was a white plum in the bottle, a few small dishes on the table, and tea was muttering on the mud stove. Yan Xiaohan stood at the window and watched the snow. He heard him enter the door and turned around and smiled.
Fu Shen was white filial, with a cold face, taller, but much smaller than before. It seemed to be born out of the childish childishness, showing a handsome and clear outline in the future.
"What do you want me to do?"
He still has no good face, but his eyes are no longer full of distrust. Of course, it may also be that the country hates too much family hatred on him, and Fu Shen has no energy to consider the trivial matter that was not even trivial in the past.
Yan Xiaohan said: "Tomorrow's army will be promoted. You and I will meet each other for a while. Will you please me?"
Fu Shen politely draped his clothes and sat down at the table: "Here are all here. Don't stand for punishment, just sit."
Yan Xiaohan poured tea on him and toasted: "How difficult the road ahead, I hope the general is precious. I hope next year ... I can drink wine and enjoy the snow with the general."
The road ahead is more than difficult.
But he did not advise, could not move, and was not qualified. The three generations of the loyal and loyal army of the Fu family, the battlefield is not a destination.
Fu Shen held the cup with one hand, touched him lightly, and said softly: "Let's be more affectionate, who wants to watch snow with you next year? You might as well make a wish. If I die unfortunately, the last thing before death It's forgiving you. "
The wind was sobbing on the lake, snowflakes were rising, and the sky was like a huge hollow filled with dissatisfaction.
It's called farewell.
"I wish the general banner a victory and triumph." He never shakes his hand, smiles normally, and says quietly and smoothly: "I hope you will hate me forever."
In all possible dangers, Fu Shen eventually went up against the current and made a living. The wish in Huxinting became a reality. By the time he returned to the North, Yan Xiaohan had been promoted to Feilongwei Qincha, and it was nothing more than before. The two were facing each other, and when they met, they stunned, and finally became a pair of well-known rivals.
Before the old things, put aside gently.
But Fu Shen asked himself, did he really put it down frankly?
He didn't care about the cause and effect. The wound was scarred and healed as before, but was it so easy to forget the taste of being stabbed in the same year?
Once bitten, twice shy. Fu Shen has to stay after everything he does today, that is, the habit of staying back then. He was not afraid of being betrayed, but he did not dare to trust anyone with all his heart.
However, under the heavy and heavy old things, the final truth is still hidden.
Caiyue didn't die.
"... Nianer and I were taken away by Feilongwei and kept in a prison without being tortured or questioned. About two days later, someone put a drug in our food and drinking water. I don't Knowing how long I slept, when I woke up, I was already in a carriage in the woods of Baoyan Mountain. There were clothes and food on the car, so we settled in the nearby villages by these silvers and learned the craft of making wine. The year before The village was hit by a disaster. I heard that you are in northern Xinjiang, where there are frequent business trips, and peace and stability, so I came to the north with my thoughts. I did n’t expect that the Buddha and the blessing actually met the benefactor ... ”
It is no longer necessary to guess who this golden cicada is shelling. After Yan Xiaohan arrested the person, perhaps before he could report it, Jin Yunfeng had committed himself in prison. Everyone is dead. The conclusion of the coffin is that Caiyue and the child are irrelevant. It doesn't matter whether they are dead or alive. According to Feilongwei's way of cutting grass and rooting, 80% is a glass of poisonous wine. He took the opportunity to replace the drug with a drug, transported them out of the city as fake bodies, and let them flee.
As for why he suddenly became so kind, although it sounded like he was apathetic, Fu Shen could not find any other reason to explain it.
It's because of him.
Fu Shen couldn't find the language to evaluate Yan Xiaohan's unsuspecting jerk. His heart seemed to be choked by someone. It was as fast as a drum, sore and painful. He wished to fly off Guanshan overnight, and returned to Beijing to beat him and let him He would never dare pretend to be a big-tailed wolf.
If Fu Shen couldn't meet Caiyue, Yan Xiaohan would probably never tell him the truth about it. He will always put on a "profit-only" and "unscrupulous" face, never explain, never argue, and never understand. His origin is his original sin, and some people are born to struggle in the mud.
However, to this day, he dare to say frankly that in his mind, there is nothing higher than "Li"?
A pot of spirits burned his heart slightly.
"How cruel is this, Brother Yan," Fu Shen clutched the armrest of the wheelchair and whispered to himself, "Do you really have the heart to make me hate you forever?"
