Chasing King

When Yan Sikong woke up the next day, Fengye had disappeared.

But he was in a mess. He had been carefully cleaned up and put on dry clothes. But the embarrassing pain under him reminded him that what happened last night was not a drunken imagination, and Fengye really came.

He lay on the bed, too tired to move. His eyes were empty, staring at the curtain above his head. His heart was pathetic. Recalling the contents of their dispute last night, he still has a lingering fear.

He never wanted to infuriate Feng Ye, but the contradiction between them was so deep that it could not be resolved by words. He knew for a long time that his relationship with Fengye was a great mistake. He made few mistakes in his life, not to mention the one he knew was wrong and had to make. However, he still failed to contain himself and made mistakes again and again until he could not deal with them.

If his plan of more than ten years of experience is ruined by this, how will he face Yuanmao and yuannanyu after his death?

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard. The pain on half of his face made his mind clear.

When it breaks, it breaks. It can't sink deeper and deeper. It ends like this It's good.

He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, and thought in his heart, let's end, let's end, but he felt a burst of acid rush up his nose.

-

after the banquet, those who didn't come to give gifts when they were the head of the literary selection Department of the Ministry of official affairs in Yan Sikong could no longer sit on their stools this time, and those who were in a high position sent their servants, but most of them came in person to congratulate the prince-in-law.

Yan Sikong looks at the list of gifts, but Xie Zhongren also presents a gift of great value. He knows that he is Yan Zilian's favorite student, but he doesn't avoid it. This is not only for the emperor, but also for Yan Zilian. He doesn't really want to win over Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong treats all the same and accepts all the money according to the bill. Although the amount of gold and silver he prized at that time was huge, he also spent a lot of money. He has spent most of his money on buying information and bribery, which can just fill his private Treasury.

In addition, successive banquets are also refused. Unlike two years ago, he is no longer with the young Hanlin and the dandy, but with their boss and father.

Yan Sikong was drunk several times on purpose. In addition to a string in his head, he couldn't say what he couldn't say. He was carried back every night. Fortunately, it was the end of the year, otherwise he would not be able to get out of the house, let alone enter the palace.

Ah Li looked at Yan Sikong, who was in a mess, and sighed while cleaning him up.

At this time, the drunken Yan Sikong suddenly opened his eyes and grasped Ali's wrist.

Ah Li was startled. After all, Yan Sikong was a martial arts practitioner. He was also very strong when he was drunk. The more he grasped, the tighter he was. Two bloody eyes were staring at him.

A Li also stares big eyes, and looks at Yan Sikong for unknown reasons.

Yan Sikong glared at ah Li for a long time, and his eyes showed a trace of clarity. He murmured disappointingly, "it's you..."

A Li helplessly looks at Yan Sikong and asks if he wants to eat something.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "when is it?"

Alidao: Yinshi.

"I drink to this time again..." Yan Sikong said with a bitter smile, "I'm afraid I'll just He drank to death When he said the word "death", there was a trace of joy in his tone, as if it was such a happy thing.

Ah Li put down Bu Jin and said with two hands: won't Shizi come again?

Yan Si shook his head in a daze: "I don't think so."

Fengye is wild and uninhibited again. I'm afraid it's hard for him to "fall in love" with his future brother-in-law. It's true that men's affairs are romantic, but those who are so close to each other can't be romantic, only they are obscene.

What's more, Wan Yang is not only Fengye's cousin, but also the princess of the current Dynasty. His status is so noble that he can't wait to be on the stage.

Therefore, Fengye should not come to him again.

Fengye is in Jingshan camp most of the time, but he is in Beijing. They are a military general and a civil minister. They seldom meet each other. If Fengye doesn't come to him, are they Is it hard to meet again.

How did you think of Fengye again? Fengye was just like nailing in his head, which could not be removed.

Winter is bitter and cold. If there are more people around, it will be warm day and night. He must be too cold to think of Fengye.

Ah Li looks at Yan Sikong's dejected appearance and sighs silently.

-

after his new year's break, Yan Sikong returned to the Ministry of official affairs. As he expected, his colleagues who had previously turned a blind eye to him suddenly became more enthusiastic. They no longer asked him to do trivial and complicated clerical work, discussed the timing of Beijing inspection and quarantine in the spring, and did not exclude him. Yan Sikong is overjoyed on the surface, but only sneers in her heart.

Yan Sikong was in the limelight in Beijing at this time. None of the same group of Jinshi had left the Imperial Academy. In just three years, he had been lecturing for the crown prince, fighting against the rebellion, and joining the Ministry of officials. Now he has become the son-in-law, and his fate is very different.

Therefore, although he was born as a poor man, no one thought that wanyang was "wronged" to marry him. However, Fengye's obstruction in the main hall made people complain. After all, he seemed to scold all the poor men in the world.The only advantage of this is that people think that he and Fengye are no longer friendly. At the banquet, there are many people who, in order to please Yan Sikong, denounce Fengye forces and despise poor students. Yan Sikong is blocked up badly in the hollow, but he can only talk and laugh on his face. He sarcastically says that Shizi can not be promoted by us, in exchange for a strange echo.

After that day, Feng Ye returned to Jingshan camp, but he didn't stay in Beijing. Besides, Yan Sikong knew nothing about him now. Their past seemed to disappear after that night, whether it was the love they had experienced or life and death.

But Yan Sikong also gradually tidied up his frustration. He told himself that he had no time to hurt spring and autumn for his love. One day, Fengye will grow up. Maybe they will have a chance to laugh and die. If so, he will live to that day.