Chasing King

After thinking about this, Yan Sikong becomes more and more angry and worried. The housekeeper has already accepted the gift. He wants to return it because he openly refuses to pay attention to Xie Zhongren. Moreover, at this time, the news that he has accepted the gift must have spread in Beijing.

On the one hand, the ceremony must be withdrawn. On the other hand, he has to go to Xie Zhongren in person to thank him. This is exactly the step that the eunuch forced him to take. It is reasonable to meet him in private to test him better.

Yan Sikong's deep eyes were shining in the dark with a strange cold light, and his fists were clenched. Now that it's over, let's meet his mortal enemy for a while

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the next morning, Yan Sikong takes Ali to the palace that the emperor has given him, kicks the door open and strides to the courtyard.

In the spacious courtyard, there are more than ten big boxes of Phoebe inlaid with red paint and gold.

The porter followed, and in the face of Yan Sikong, who was gloomy, and ah Li, who was tall, burly, ugly and afraid of others, he called "childe" in a timid voice.

"Call me Zhao Feng." Yan Sikong's voice is not big, but he is not angry.

"Yes..."

The porter had just taken two steps, but Zhao Feng, the housekeeper, came with two servants in a hurry. As soon as he saw Yan Sikong, he began to stoop from a distance: "the young master has come back. I'm sorry to meet you at a distance."

Yan Sikong squints his eyes and stares at him. He is worthy of being a eunuch. His appearance of hypocrisy is worse than that of the internal prison in the palace. It's disgusting.

Zhao Fengyuan, a eunuch of the Royal Horse Commissioner, was given to Yan Sikong along with the mansion. He had expected that he was Xie Zhongren, but he didn't expect that he was so brave.

Yan Sikong said coldly, "come on, take this servant down for me."

Zhao Feng's face changed. He didn't expect that Yan Sikong was so fierce that he didn't care about Xie Zhongren's face. He knelt down on the ground and begged: "master, please calm down. I know that master never refused to give gifts in the past. I was confused for a moment, so I accepted them on behalf of him. I didn't mean to. Master, please calm down."

Yan Sikong gave a cold smile: "Zhao Feng, you've seen more scenes in the palace than I've seen in the sun for 30 years. Can't you tell the degree of receiving gifts? Even if you can't tell the difference, you know that as a slave, you don't want to make your own decisions. You've eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard, and you dare to accept gifts for me! "

"Master, calm down. I'm confused. I'm confused."

Although Zhao Feng was humble and kowtowed repeatedly, Yan Sikong saw clearly that he was not afraid in his eyes. First, he was young. Second, he held himself as a reward from the emperor. At the same time, he had Xie Zhongren as his backer. He did not dare to think of himself.

"That's just one of them." Yan Sikong continued, "I told you to guard the gifts yourself. It's not good to lose a dollar or two, but you put them in the hospital overnight. Do you still have me in your eyes?"

"Oh, I'm old. I was really sleepy last night. I'm not angry."

Yan Sikong said harshly, "take it down!"

The servants looked at each other, but no one dared to move.

Zhao Feng is also secretly aiming at Yan Sikong, obviously did not put Yan Sikong in the eye.

Yan Sikong gives a wink to a Li. A Li rushes up without hesitation and pulls Zhao Feng up from the ground. The action is as neat as picking up a chicken. Then he pulls the red silk tied to the wooden box and binds Zhao Feng's hands.

Zhao Feng was really flustered: "young master, young master, the old slave was confused for a while. Young master didn't remember the villain's life."

Yan Si said in a cold voice: "as a domestic servant, you have committed crimes below. You don't pay any attention to me. If I don't punish you, you will be even more arrogant."

"Old slave dare not, young master calm down." Zhao Feng said anxiously, "old slave The old slave is a reward from your majesty. Please let the old slave go for your Majesty's sake and for the sake of Mr. Xie. "

When Xie Zhongren is mentioned, Yan Sikong is even more vicious. It is precisely because Zhao Feng is a gift from the emperor that he can't drive people away. He can't let them go easily. Otherwise, when he moves into his new house, he will raise a poisonous snake that always stares at him. He said angrily: "it is because you are the one who is rewarded by your majesty that I have to make the rewards and punishments more clear. Otherwise, when the princess gets married one day, I will see that there are no rules and regulations in the family, and I have no authority of the owner. How can I explain to the princess and his majesty? Ah Li, family service, battle 20! "

Ali got up and went to find zhutiao.

Zhao Feng realized that Yan Sikong was going to build Wei. He was really scared, and immediately began to cry.

Ah Li came with a big stride, and the courtyard was full of people in his family. He didn't dare to breathe. A Li came near and turned a deaf ear to Zhao Feng's plea. He raised the bamboo bar high and drew it toward Zhao Feng's back and hips.

Although they are all war punishments, the war punishments of family law can't be compared with those in the imperial court and the army. The bamboo battle is thin and flexible. It hurts people a lot, but it only hurts the skin and the flesh.

Zhao Feng had nowhere to hide and screamed like a pig.

Yan Sikong stood aside, looking at it without expression.

This bamboo stick is not only on Zhao Feng, but also on Xie Zhongren's face. It can not only frighten Zhao Feng and other people in his family, but also retaliate Xie Zhongren. He is forced to return the gift in person. He is inevitably humiliated. This experience can not be wasted.After 20 strokes, Zhao Feng has fainted.

Yan Sikong didn't look at him again, and said, "take up these gifts. Where did they come from yesterday and send them back to me? Ali, go with them."

Ali nodded.

The servants lowered their eyebrows in fear and said in unison, "yes."

Yan Sikong turns around and leaves without hesitation. He is going to enter the palace now, and takes the initiative to meet Xie Zhongren, the most powerful eunuch of Dasheng, the most treacherous sycophant who should kill a thousand swords, who he hates most!

Through the corridors and around the courtyards, Yan Sikong, under the leadership of the little warden, comes to the only courtyard in the palace that the emperor rewarded Xie Zhongren. What the Emperor may or may not know is that Xie zhongrenguang has three residences in the city.

After the small supervisor went in to report, he led Yan Sikong in.

Although Yan Sikong had been worried all the way, when his feet really crossed the threshold, his heart vibrated more violently, his brain was blank, and he could even feel the cold sweat sliding down his back, even in the early winter.

It was hatred and fear. What he was afraid of was not Xie Zhongren, but the painful memories of Xie Zhongren.

Thirteen years later, the young man who swore to revenge had grown into an indomitable young man. At this moment, he finally faced his enemies and his nightmares.

In Yan Sikong's sight, the old man with gray hair and gloomy eyes appeared. He walked slowly, but he walked steadily. His inquiring eyes wandered freely on Yan Sikong, as if he could see through people.

Yan Sikong only felt a breath, and his blood was drained, so cold that he shivered all over.

Thank you! Loyalty! Benevolence!