Chasing King

Yan Sikong has been sitting all day, so he goes home early and sits alone in his study thinking. He watches as the sun slowly falls, the light disappears, and the house sinks into darkness, but he doesn't even light a light.

In his life, he did not know how many people he asked for. When it was the most difficult, he had no sense of honor, disgrace and shame to ask for a mouthful of Sour Rice for his life. For him, asking for people was nothing, as long as he could achieve his goal, but when the person he asked for was Fengye, he really felt hard to say.

He mocks himself, which is the end of sentimentality. He has no use but to bind himself.

Fortunately, he is always Yan Sikong. Although he hesitates, he will not really waver.

He stood up, strode out of the study, and said in a high voice, "Ali, prepare the car."

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Yan Sikong seldom comes to Jingyuan palace. Most of the time he comes to find him is Fengye. Compared with his humble residence, this palace is located in the best part of the capital. It is surrounded by all kinds of people and has eyes to watch from time to time.

When he arrived at the palace, the coachman wanted to knock on the door for him. He waved to stop him and knocked on the door himself.

When the porter saw him, he was slightly surprised: "Lord Yan, this is my son."

Yan Sikong said, "I didn't come to your house once or twice. Do I need to be informed?" He said he was going straight in.

But the porter stood in front of him and said awkwardly, "Mr. Yan, I'd better inform you."

These porters are the most observant. Once upon a time, they met Bi gongbijing. However, since he was humiliated by Fengye in court at the banquet, it naturally spread all over the capital, and now they are not allowed to enter.

Yan Sikong was not annoyed. He never let go of unnecessary things and wasted his energy. He said, "thank you, little brother."

The porter closed the door. Yan Sikong listened to the sound of trotting inside and waited outside.

But left and right, the door of lacquer red carving, which weighs more than a thousand jin, has not been opened.

The coachman Liu Cheng waited anxiously: "my Lord, it's too deceiving. Let's go back."

Yan Sikong said, "don't worry, wait patiently."

“……”

One person and one carriage were pestering outside the palace. Although it was late, there were many pedestrians coming and going. Yan Sikong was very beautiful. Some people had guessed what he meant, and pointed and talked about it from a distance.

For thin skinned people, they have already left, but Yan Sikong is eager to stand longer. It's a taboo for officials and military generals to get too close to each other in Beijing. Although he didn't have any direct contact with King Jingyuan, he had frequent private relations with his son-in-law, which inevitably led to a real population. No one once said that he was inferior because he was young. But now it's different. King Jingyuan has won the battle, and he is the son-in-law. It's good for everyone to get rid of the relationship.

After Feng Ye's opposition to marriage in the main hall, and today's incident, the whole world should know that Feng Ye and he are just like Guan Ning, and their friendship is over.

In this way, Yan Sikong stood outside the palace for an hour. It was the chilly time of spring. He was so cold that his face was pale and his body was shaking.

At this time, the door of the palace opened. Yan Sikong looked back and saw Xue Bo. Xue Bo's expression was very helpless: "Lord Yan, please come inside."

Yan Si empty arch hand, with Xue Bo into the palace.

The interior of the palace was too big for him to be familiar with, but he was familiar with the other courtyard where Fengye lived, and Xue Bo's direction was obviously wrong.

Yan Sikong didn't ask questions, but just followed him silently. He didn't react until he turned the corridor and saw a big room with a light on.

This is Fengye's training room. If the weather is bad, Fengye will practice martial arts in this room.

Xue Bo led Yan Sikong to the door and said, "Lord Yan, please."

Yan Sikong went straight in, and Xue Bo closed the door behind him.

The training room is very spacious and empty, with all kinds of weapons and martial arts equipment. Feng Ye stands with his back to Yan Sikong, his footwall is firm, his arms are holding a bow, and an arrow is set to the target in the distance. You don't need to see it, it must be the center of the target.

The charcoal fire in the house was warm, and Yan Sikong felt that his blood was getting more active. He silently gazed at Feng Ye's long back, and tried to hold his unfrozen fingers, and said, "Feng Ye."

Feng Ye suddenly turned around, a sharp arrow came through the air, straight to Yan Sikong's face.

Yan Sikong didn't have time to dodge - he didn't plan to dodge, and he didn't even blink.

In a moment, a strong wind hit, the arrow rubbed his temple, shot at the door behind him.

"Dong" to a sound, as if directly hit people's heart.

Yan Sikong looked directly at Feng Ye and saw the struggling emotion from his fierce eyes.

Feng Ye cold way: "who allow you to come to me."

"I have to come to you."

"Why." Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong's blushed cheek, and he feels the same pain in his heart. He not only hopes Yan Sikong to roll quickly, but also knows that he can't stand Yan Sikong stepping out of the door now.Yan Sikong blinked his eyes and said frankly, "I come to beg you for the sake of the crown prince and Princess Hui."

Feng Ye threw his bow on the ground and roared: "roll!"

Yan Si was hollow and slightly sour. He tried to hide his emotions and said, "you know they were wronged. The assassin was Xie Zhongren and Princess Wen..."

"I said," go away. " Feng Ye bared his teeth. "It's too late for you to remember that I'm useful now, isn't it?"

Yan Sikong closed his eyes: "I know you pleaded for the prince in the early days."

"I think it's the duty of the officials to report truthfully if they can't speak freely, but that's all."

"To protect the prince is also the duty of the officials."

Feng Ye strode over and pointed to him with a slender finger: "you are not qualified to talk about the duty of a minister. You framed the official of the imperial court twice and stirred up the storm secretly. Which is the duty of a minister? If I say one thing, you will die ten thousand times! "

"But you won't say it."

"Yan Sikong!" Feng Ye is so angry that he can't choke him.

Yan Sikong said softly, "Feng Ye, I'm sorry."

Feng Ye was stunned and stared at him coldly.

"I'm sorry about Wan Yang."

Feng Ye sneered: "you have asked me, just come to me, you are not even cover up?"

"You're right. If it wasn't for the prince, I would have held back I won't come to you. " Yan Sikong looked into Feng Ye's eyes and said slowly, "the love between you and me is not the right way. This day, in fact, will come sooner or later. I don't know which family you will marry in the future, but you will, and you will have many children. You are the only son of King Jingyuan, and you are duty bound to continue to be a family. When you think of me again, you will only say with a smile that you are young and frivolous, won't you

Feng Ye clenched his fist and felt a pain in his heart: "in your heart, my feelings are just so frivolous!"

"I don't dare to say frivolous, but you and I know better than inheriting."

"No, because you never value it, so you think I don't value it either." Feng Ye's eyes gradually turned red. "As I said, I'm very kind to you. You only have one or two points for me, but that's all."

Yan Sikong suffered from angina pectoris, and even breathing became difficult: "how can the matter of feeling be worth an inch? I'm different from you. I have a deep blood feud. How can I be like a young man who doesn't know the world and indulge in romance and snow? "

"I've never asked you to give up revenge. I'm even willing to help you. I can stand your marriage and have children, but that woman can't be Wan Yang!" Fengye hate voice way, "and you hide me, you in order to become the son-in-law, do not hesitate to hide and my cousin's marriage, you are so anxious to get rid of me."

"No Yan Sikong shook his head sadly, "I didn't mean to hide you, I just didn't dare to tell you. By the time I knew it, the teacher had already obtained his Majesty's approval. Can I repent of my marriage, or can you ruin it? That day in the temple, did you hear what Xie Zhongren said? How dare I let you fight for me? "

"And if I will?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "have you ever asked me if I would like to!"

"Have you ever thought about your father?" If the king of Jing thought how dangerous it would be for you to act, he would think about it

"You think how stupid I am, I just need to ask my father to write a letter and betroth wanyang to others, but when I know, it's really late!"

"To whom? Aristocratic family? Scholarly nobles? Don't you understand your Majesty's intention? Your majesty wants to betroth King Jingyuan's niece to a humble scholar! " Yan Sikong raised his voice, "he won't let Feng's family marry another powerful kinsman!"

Feng yewei was stunned and sneered again: "You Yan Sikong are extremely smart. Who can argue with you? Now it's too late to say that, but it's true that you deceive me. It's also true that you want to marry my cousin. You still have the face to come to me. Go away, now go away."

"Fengye, do you want to ignore the safety of the prince for the sake of your personal relationship with me?"

Feng Yehan said in a cold voice, "who is the prince and the emperor of his Chen family? Do you really think it is important for me to seal my family?"

Yan Si knew that it was really not important for Fengjia, so King Jingyuan didn't get involved in the battle for the crown prince. As long as he grasped the military power in his hand, there would be a dog sitting on the throne of Jinluan, which would not damage the foundation of the country.

Feng Ye's cold and heartless appearance makes Yan Sikong feel painful. After all, he has seen this man's gentle and affectionate smile.

Yan Sikong clenched his fist and took a few steps towards Fengye.

Feng Ye's heart was beating wildly, but he was nervous. He was never so nervous when facing thousands of troops and arrows.

Yan Sikong bent his knees and knelt down in front of Feng Ye.