MTL - Golden Stage-Chapter 3 Admission

In the evening, the Beijing Campus of the western suburbs of Beijing Shili.

Commander of the Fengfeng camp, Zhong He, personally came out to greet him. Before he could finish his courtesy, Zhong He had left him, and hurriedly hurriedly walked towards the carriage.

Ruifeng camp is the first of the five Beijing camps. Zhong He is in the top three and is very valuable. He treats Jingning Hou with respect and respect.

A bandaged hand lifted the drapery curtain, and the heavy smell of medicine slowly spread. Fu Shen wasn't wearing armor, he was only wearing a robe. Bandages on chest and arms. He had a pale complexion, no blood on his lips, and long hair. The whole man seemed to hang by one breath, and fell weak enough to see the wind. There was only a little glory in his eyes, deep black and calm, like a broken knife that flashed with cold light and still could kill a fatal blow.

Fu Shen salutes his uncle: "Lord Zhong, don't come here. Forgive Fu, cough, and inconvenience, can't get up to meet him."

Zhong He had heard that he was seriously injured and could not walk, but he did not expect that he was so seriously injured. He didn't quite believe the rumor that "Fu Shen was really disabled", but he couldn't believe it in his own eyes. Fu Shen's appearance today, let alone restore it to its original appearance, seems to have been a problem for years to live safely.

In front of Zhong He's eyes, he felt black, and felt that it was cold from head to toe. With grief, even the title changed: "Jing Yuan, you hurt ... you ..."

Fu Shen listened to his ending, his eyes were red. The posture seemed to be that he was not injured, but that he was about to let go, and could not help but sigh at the corner of his mouth, and sighed, "Thank you Zhong for caring. It was just a leg injury. Don't die. Alas, Chongshan, go find a parcel and wipe the tears for Commander Zhong. "

In his early years, Zhong He served in the Yuanzhou Army. He met Fu Tingzhong and Fu Tingxin in the old days, and speaking of it, he was considered half of the elders of Fu Shen. Unfortunately, Fu Shen took over Beiyan Tieqi, and he refused to return to the northern Xinjiang for many years, and his old contacts gradually faded.

However, at this moment, he was seriously injured and extremely embarrassed. This suddenly made Zhong He let go of his identity, only remembering the young man in the army who always followed Fu Tingxin and was full of energy. Thinking about him as if he were all alone, there are no high parents, no children around his knees, there is no supportive person at his side, and he is a young man with a disability that can't be cured. He can't help but be sad: "It's all of us Incompetence, I was unable to stop you on the battlefield in the past, to the scourge of today. What is the face of Jiuquan in the next day to see Uncle Seoul? "

"Leader Zhong," Fu Shen supported the carriage with a headache. "Don't mention the things that have already passed. I'm fine. You don't have to be too sad."

He never refused to call "Uncle Shi", while Zhong He shuddered and felt that he was really cold. It was late, and Fu Shen and they were in a hurry to enter Beijing. The two said goodbye. Bei Yanjing changed her horse and continued to gallop towards Beijing, so she hurried into the city before the gate closed.

Fu Shen came back three months ago. The capital has not changed much, and it is still full of lights and bustling. The accompanying Beiyan Army rarely came to the capital and looked around. They were too conspicuous walking on the street, Fu Shen called Xiao Yan over and said: "Send me back to the house first, and then you take them out and stroll around, the cost will be on my account. Don't beg don't bet on trouble Come on. "

Xiao Xun retorted, "Well then!"

"If you want to go, just go," Fu Shen seemed to be out of strength, his voice was very low, but his mouth was so irritating, "You turn around me before and after your feet, and you will not be safe from this." Now-if I can't marry my daughter-in-law, you will have to come to my bed to be a filial son and grandson. "

Xiao Zheng could not compete with this rogue, and he responded swiftly.

Cars and horses run across the flat stone street. This area is the residence of the honorable high gate, Feigeliu Dan, with a magnificent style, and it is more quiet than ordinary people. Jingning Hou House is located on the northeast corner. The old servant who watched the house removed the threshold and ushered in the carriage. At the first sight of his master being carried out by his hands, he shrank his arms and dared to step forward.

After Fu Shenfeng was separated from Yingguo ’s government, he separated from Beppu and lived in another house. He did n’t care about this big mansion. Come here for four or five years. Fu Shen is away from home all year round, and has no sympathy with the servants. Whenever he finds it difficult to go home and stay, this group of people is like a rat seeing a cat, and hides in the back kitchen and the next room intimidated. Not necessary, never come out to hinder his eyes.

Fortunately, although the servants were afraid of him, their livelihoods did not fall. Xiao Yan took Fu Shen's back to the bedroom, asked the man for hot water, took off his robe, wiped his hands and face, and helped him lie down on the bed. After being cleaned, Fu Shen crossed the river and dismantled the bridge, and yelled at him: "What should you do? At night people will leave the door for you. The backyard is full of dormitories, and you can sleep casually, I'm sorry for your hospitality."

The hypnotic effect of the pill taken in the afternoon was very strong. In order to deal with the people in Beijing Ying, Fu Shen could not bear to sleep all the way. At this time, he finally couldn't hold it. It was almost when Xiao Xie had just hidden the door and he fell into a drowsy dream.

The old servant listened for a while under the window with her ears chopped, until there was a sound of long and clear breathing, and then she stomped her feet against the wall and walked out of the inner courtyard, allowing the cook to prepare some condensed porridge points and warm them on the stove , Wait for the owner to wake up and reuse.

Although Fu Shen and his party were light-loaded and simple, but because they went to Beijing on a clear road, the news quickly spread to Chaotang and the provinces. At this hour, no one would come to visit the door. After the old servant sent Xiao Yan and others out, he closed the main door, leaving only a corner door. Who knew that Fu Shengang had fallen asleep for less than an hour, and suddenly there was a rapid and powerful knock on the outside of Jingning Hou's house.

The gatekeeper did not dare to be indifferent, and hurried in to report. The only old servant in the family who hurried with less flexible legs and feet hurried over, and was shocked by a group of black men riding high horses and hanging swords on the outside. Frightened, "Dare, dare you ask ...?"

In the crowd, a man of long stature stood out and stood in the light outside the shadow of the eaves. Suddenly, the dark blue coat flickered with cloud patterns like flowing water, the silver embroidery on the back of the outer shirt fluttered, and the moonlight and light reflected a smiley face with thin lips.

"The elderly don't have to be afraid." He politely greeted him, holding the stable's hand pale and thin, his robe sleeves slipping, revealing a small cut of the iron bracers. He came to visit Jingning Hou, and specially invited a famous doctor to see Hou Ye's injuries.

The old servant could not tell the official's suit, but he had been employed in the government of Yingguo for decades, and he was very familiar with the name "Yan Xiaohan", and immediately "suddenly" in his heart, saying, "This ... My master has travelled a long distance and was injured again before he fell asleep. My lord, look ... "

Feilongwei has always been rampant, no one knows up and down, and few people dare to stop. Yan Xiaohan gave a stern glance at the wrinkled old man, his lips smirked, and he played with the taste: "The old man seems ... I'm afraid I see your husband?"

It really made him guess.

This is not a secret for the elderly of Yinguo Mansion and civil and military officials in the court. Zheng Sanpin, the right martial arts general, and Feilong Weiqincha made Yan Xiaohan the most popular power minister in Beijing in recent years, and the court hawk and emperor that everyone could not avoid. The most terrible thing is that he and Jinning Hou Fu Shen were violent by nature. They had been in conflict for a long time. They were a pair of iron-clad opponents. When they heard that they would meet each other, they could not stop the emperor. Just this year, one morning before three months ago, the two people disagreed because the court sent the garrison troops to the Quartet. They even lost half an hour on the court without dirty words. They almost fought on the spot and they were so angry After one party's imperial concubine, they punished each of them for half a year, and then quickly sent Fu Shen back to northern Xinjiang.

Now that Fu Shen is back in Beijing, Yan Xiaohan still has a high weight. In case he retaliates in private, how can their bones stand?

The old servant had a heart in her heart, and he was afraid: "I dare not dare you. My grandfather Hou can't stand the trouble ... please forgive me."

While talking, Yan Xiaohan looked around at the Jingninghouhou Mansion, the courtyard was neat and depressed, and he could see the traces of human maintenance, but still seemed unpopular. He sighed inconspicuously, giving way: "I didn't come to trouble him ... just don't need to pass, I will go in and see him at a glance."

The old servant insisted that his arms could not twist his thighs, so he had to retreat and hit the lantern to lead the way. Yan Xiaohan left the accompanying Flying Dragon Guard in the front yard to avoid misunderstandings and only brought a thin, gentle, scholar-like young man into the inner courtyard.

Dahou House, empty, a few trees were planted in the yard, and after a while, the leaves were full of leaves, as if Xiaose Qiuyi of the whole city had fallen in this yard. At this moment, the sky was dim, and the other courtyards were silent and dark, except for the thin dimness seen through the window of the main house, which added a little desolation for no reason.

Yan Xiaohan still can hold back. The young man walking beside him has shook his head again and again and whispered, "Why did Jingning Hou come from, what kind of dedication and how is his family ..."

The old servant felt the same and sighed: "Houye stayed at the border all year round, and he could not return home for three or five years. There was no lady in the family who could preside over giving and handling household chores. Only the gang of us who are not useful can not be replaced. Hou Ye is worried ... "

He whispered, reaching out to open the door of the main hall for the guests, asking the two to sit on the seats, lighting up the lamps, and ordering tea: "The two are here, I'll ask Hou Ye."

His voice didn't fall, and a mumbling noise came from the inner chamber on the west side, as if something had fallen from a height. The old servant's hand was stunned, and before he could react, the dragon dragon standing next to him pressed him to make him look like a wind, and flashed into the inner room in a blink of an eye. 2k novel reading network