Golden Stage Novel Chapter 10

Chapter nine

"Fu Shen!"

There was a faint shout from his ear. He still had consciousness, but his body lost consciousness. The rain sounded like a shadow, and a person leaned down to pick him up.

Like the warm heart that was taken in when he fell to the ground a few days ago, and the gentle hands that patted his back a long ti ago.

Who is it?

He was taken into a narrow, dry cage, and forced to leave the warm, soft and hard embrace of the tentacles. Before he could enjoy it carefully, he suddenly lost his temper, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and pulled forward fiercely--

咣 Dang.

Lord Yan, who had no ti to stand up straight, smashed into the carriage and pressed Jingning Hou underneath him in a very sad and unreliable posture. And Fu Shen finally woke him up with expectations.

With four eyes facing each other, Yan Xiaohan did not expect that the sick ghost had fainted and was able to lie to the corpse. He was desperately desperate and just happened to et Fu Shen's eyes.

Rain drops were still hanging on his eyelashes, his eyes were dim and he looked like he was about to cry. Although he knew it was fake, Lord Yan still extinguished the fire involuntarily. He got up and sat down, and whispered, "Go to our house first, and let Shen Yi Ce co to show you the injury, will you?

He was a little worried about Fu Shen's injury. After all, letting a disabled person kneel on the stone brick floor for an hour was not a joke. Fu Shen didn't know what he understood, and he made a vague "um".

He squinted wearily for a mont, as if he didn't even have the strength to speak, leaning against the siding of the carriage like bonelessness. The carriage went in the direction of Yanfu. The road in central Beijing was flat, but Fu Shen was swayed left and right. Yan Xiaohan gazed at him for a long ti, and finally tentatively reached out to Fu Shen. Sure enough, he hadn't got close yet, and the man with closed eyes made a shot like an electric power and clasped his wrist: "What?"

Yan Xiaohan: "Are you uncomfortable?"

There was a hint of confusion on Fu Shen's face: "I'm not comfortable anywhere, why?"

His fingers were cold and his palm was exuding abnormal enthusiasm. Yan Xiaohan sighed and turned his wrists. He broke his grip and raised his hand to test the temperature on his forehead: "Fever. "

It's burning hot.

Fu Shen himself didn't feel much, and he raised his hand and touched it: "Not hot?"

Yan Xiaohan: "You touched my hand."

After Fu Shen's head was a fulcrum, he rolled over, turned his face to him, and said indifferently, "It's okay ... just go back to sleep."

It was only from the palace to Yan ’s governnt. The dark injuries that were unable to cure and the cold from the rain broke out, and the illness was fierce. Coupled with ntal overdraft and ntal strain, Fu Shen was a little confused, and completely got out when he got out of the car. Dizzy, I ca n’t wake up anyhow. Yan Xiaohan couldn't help but have to hug people all the way.

The next person did not squint, the atmosphere did not dare to co out. Yan Xiaohan ruled rigorously. The servant woman was much more handy than the old, weak, sick, and handicapped in Hou's house, but he prepared the hot water in the tub for a while, and prepared a blanket for the clothes.

Yan Xiaohan could not rest assured that he would undress himself for Fu Shenkuan. The drenched white shirt was attached to the body, and the thin and slender body was almost clear at a glance. Unfortunately, Yan Xiaohan had no thoughts at the mont, and all his attention was on Fu Shen's legs.

The layers of bandages had been soaked with blood, and it was not obvious that they were blocked by the red clothes. Now it looks shocking. Yan Xiaohan leaned over and hugged him, twisted his legs, and carefully put it into a bucket full of hot water. He was poured into the water thinly with overflowing water, and he couldn't help thinking: "Houye ... Fu Shen? "

His fingers inadvertently swept across Fu Shen's neck, his black hair was pulled to the other side, exposing a light scar next to the artery. The position was terrifying, and if it was a little deeper, I'm afraid this person wouldn't lie in the tub well.

Today, Yan Xiaohan only knows how many scars Fu Shen has on his body. The old and fresh ones have never appeared before people. They have fallen into the annals of history and are engraved on the back of the young and energetic years.

He suddenly understood what Fu Shen said was "difficult in aning."

If he had never trusted the emperor, never put the world in his heart, why bother carrying the heavy armor on the battlefield again and again-the shade of the three grandfathers, could he not shelter a wealthy master who respected and honored him?

Yan Xiaohan called in a small cricket from the outside, and pointed to Jingning Hou in the tub: "Look at it, don't let him fall into the water."

A screen was placed in the bath room, separating two spaces. Yan Xiaohan went to the other side, rinsed three tis, five tis, two, and dried her long hair with a towel. She pulled her hair over her head, changed her clothes, and returned to Fu Shen. Xiao Yan had never seen him so attached to anyone, secretly knowing.

Fu Shen was burning into chaos in his mind, only a part of his consciousness was still awake, and he felt himself falling into the warm water from the cold rainy day, comfortable and lethargic, but after a while, soone suddenly helped him up. A familiar voice said in his ear: "Hands stretch out and clasp my neck."

The sll of Shen Shuixiang slowly drifted away, a bit unintelligible.

Fu Shen stretched out his arms as if bewildered. The man clenched his hands slightly, and as the water clashed, he was held out of the water.

The mont the body broke away from the warm water, the chill ca from all sides. Fu Shen seed to have been thrown back into the desolate world of the wind and rain, and he moaned / groaned indistinctly, trying to subconsciously try to curl himself into a ball.

Yan Xiaohan was almost annoyed because he slamd into the water suddenly. After seeing his movents, he shook open a blanket and wrapped him up: "It's okay, don't move, is it still cold?"

Fu Shen muttered sothing, Yan Xiaohan didn't understand, and got closer: "Huh?"

Fu Shen no longer spoke, her hands and feet slowly stretched out in a warm blanket, but her brows were still frowning, as if she was patient. Yan Xiaohan looked at his expression and tentatively said, "Where does it hurt?"

Fu Shen made a vague voice from his throat. Yan Xiaohan originally wanted to put on clothes for him, but he didn't dare to move at all now, for fear of touching him sowhere. Coincidentally, soone ca to report that Shen Yixie had arrived, and Yan Xiaohan even took a blanket to take him to the bedroom.

Shen Yixue saw that he ca in with a person in his arms, or was still wearing his hair without clothes, and almost stared out: "This, this, this ..."

"Stop it, it's Jingning Hou," Yan Xiaohan put Fu Shen on his bed. "I knelt in the rain for a little while, and I just passed out. Look, can you save it?"

Shen Yice thinks that the frequency of Jingning Hou's appearance is a bit high recently, but he didn't think deeply. While he took the pulse for Fu Shen, he said, "What's going on? He can't walk anymore, so he went to the rain to kneel and do sothing." "Sir, did you get the rain just now? Ask them to fry a bowl of **** soup."

Yan Xiaohan waved his hand upset, not wanting to ntion the broken thing.

Shen Yice was very envious, no longer asked, and focused on Fu Shen's two hands. He opened the blanket and looked at Fu Shen's legs. He wrote three decoctions and washed his hands with spirits. For Fu Shen, replace the bandage on the leg.

Yan Xiaohan frowned and asked, "He was crying for pain just now. Will there be other wounds?"

Shen Yice suspected that Qincha caused the adult to be soaked by Qiu Yu, and explained patiently: "Kneeling on the ground for an hour, even the ironed knee can't stand it, not to ntion his knee bone has been broken, and the wound is soaked with water It will also be red, swollen and painful, and— "He pointed out the window," Jingninghou people who ca down from the battlefield were most afraid of the weather outside. I guess he had a lot of old injuries. To be honest, this pain thod Instead, it ’s ordinary people, and now it ’s rolling early. ”

Yan Xiaohan sighed softly and said, "Most people can't be him."

Put on the battlefield without a crown, fight for a lot of martial arts, guard the northern Xinjiang for several years, peace, escaped countless guns and arrows, but did not escape the sword from behind.

To be honest, when Emperor Yuan Tai proposed that he could take over the North Yantie ride, for a mont, Yan Xiaohan really moved. Although Feilongwei had a high weight, it almost gained the scolding voice of the Manchu dynasty. No matter how expensive the embargo was, it was not a good place to build a career.

The current man, who never imagined Fu Yan holding the Beiyan Iron Ride, galloping on the battlefield, flattening his enemies? Who hasn't thought about "if it's