Chasing King

Since the last time Yan Sikong rewarded Zhao Feng, the housekeeper, with a board, he had a lot of rules. When he saw Yan Sikong, he was submissive and had to report everything.

Today, Zhao Feng is leading the whole family to welcome the new year, which coincides with the most important Spring Festival of the "three festivals and two birthdays". There are many people who send gifts to and from the house. The servants go in and out of the house to buy new year's goods. They go in and out several batches at the end of the day.

Yan Sikong looks at the colorful lanterns in the mansion, and his eyes are full of Red Spring Festival couplets. The festive atmosphere is full of every corner, but his heart can't be infected, because his mind is entangled with countless complex thoughts.

He called Zhao Feng and asked if he could send new year's goods to Shen Hexuan's wife.

Zhao Feng nodded and bowed: "I sent it. I sent it early. You can rest assured."

"You invite their mother and son to spend the new year together. If she insists on refusing, it's OK."

"Yes, I'll go now." Zhao Feng retreated respectfully.

Yan Sikong knew that this man must be a villain. He was afraid that he hated himself very much. Except for Ali, there was no one in the family who could be trusted.

In those days of the new year, there must be constant social activities. He just thought that he was tired, but he was still looking forward to the arrival of new year's Eve. Last time, he and Fengye agreed to go to the old house of Yanfu to get together in the dead of night, even if it was just a cup of new year's wine.

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in the twinkling of an eye, it is Chinese New Year's Eve. Like every year in the past, courtiers and their relatives have to get up early to accompany the emperor to worship heaven and ancestors, and celebrate the new year in Taihe hall at night.

At the end of the year, the whole court has tacit agreement not to look for trouble on this day, and different parties can also hypocritically congratulate each other. Otherwise, the bad luck will be small and the dragon's beard will be big.

Yan Sikong saw Feng Jianping who was obviously emaciated at the dinner party. He wanted to suffer like everyone else in this period of time.

He also saw Feng Ye. They both peeked at each other several times, but they didn't dare to look at each other. Missing is a kind of emotion that is hard to hide, for fear that they would be seen differently.

At the dinner party, the singing and toasting were similar to those in previous years. Yan Si was absent and just wanted to finish earlier. He wanted to be alone with Feng Ye for a while.

In the middle of the dinner, the courtiers drank wine and were a little bit presumptuous. Yan Sikong also stood up and went to propose a toast to Yan Zilian and others. After a round of toast, he saw that there was finally a gap in Chen's side, so he raised his glass and walked over.

"Sir." Chen Xiao's face flushed with wine. After tonight, he was 15 years old. He was an adult. But in a few years, he had lost his childhood's green and tender. He became more and more handsome and handsome. He had an unusual appearance. In addition to his precocious and calm personality, Yan Sikong gradually saw the undercurrent and turbulent kingliness in him.

Yan Sikong seldom foreshadows anything. He always believes in well founded judgments, but he just has a kind of foreshadowing that Chen Kai will inherit the grand unification and reign in the world.

"Your Highness." Yan Sikong said respectfully, "I'll pay my highness a cup of wine. Your highness is free." With that, he raised his head to dry a cup of wine.

Chen Bi's back is straight. He is close to Yan Sikong in private, but he is very serious in front of outsiders. He just smiles and raises his glass slightly: "thank you, sir. I've had a good year."

"I'm very lucky to be able to give lectures for your highness."

They exchanged courteous manners, and the ministers around them also took the opportunity to flatter each other. After two drinks, Chen took Yan Sikong to one side to talk, and the ministers dispersed wisely.

Chen Bi glanced at Fengye and frowned, "I heard Fengye humiliated you, but really?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "it's very important, your highness. Don't take those eunuchs' words lightly. When they meet a bobcat, they should say it's a tiger."

"I don't allow others to bully Mr. Chen. If Mr. Chen has any difficulties, he must tell me," he said

Yan Sikong moved to say: "Your Highness is so concerned about me. I'm willing to be bullied."

Chen Bi laughed and said in a low voice, "when I become emperor, no one in the world can bully you."

Yan Si sighed in the hollow, but she could only express her determination on her face.

After thinking about it, Chen said, "I don't think that letter is right. It's not the first time that he has not dealt with you."

Yan Sikong wanted to avoid this topic, but Chen was a little reluctant. He had to say, "I only have some misunderstanding with Shizi, but it's not a big deal." "We're still focused on the big picture," he hinted in a whisper

Chen Wei frowned slightly and said, "I still listen to those eunuchs..."

Yansi feels bad in the air.

"Say..." Chen Bi glanced at Yan Sikong and asked tentatively, "what's the relationship between you and Fengye?"

Yan Sikong chuckled: "does your Highness believe it?"

Chen seemed relieved and laughed: "it's ridiculous."

"That's ridiculous. Those eunuchs, who have been demobilized, stay in the inner courtyard of the deep palace all the year round. Their mouths are more broken than those of women. Your highness must keep a distance from these eunuchs." Yan think empty meaning to point to toward Xie Zhongren Nu mouth."Don't worry, I've always been on guard against them," Chen said

Feng Ye is at the other end of the hall, looking at them thoughtfully.

-

it was late at night when Yan Sikong came back to his house. Although he had a good capacity of drinking, he was still a little drunk, but he was still very sober. The tiredness of not having a rest all day was not equal to his desire to see Feng Ye immediately.

He asked his servants to drink water, take a bath, and drink two cups of tea.

By Yin Shi's time, the house was quiet. Yan Sikong changed into a night suit and went out of the house from the backyard to the old house.

On New Year's Eve, there was no pedestrian in the street. Occasionally, the guard who patrolled the night was also hidden by him. He slipped quietly to the wall of the old house and climbed the wall. When his feet landed gently, he could not help but feel funny. He went back to his home like a thief.

Before he got to his feet, he suddenly felt that the air flow behind him was abnormal. As soon as he was about to turn around, he was caught by a pair of powerful hands on his wrist and twisted back. Then, his waist was crossed by an iron arm, forcing him to stick to his thick and warm chest behind him.

A joking voice sounded in my ear: "where's the little thief, dare to break into the residence of the imperial court official."

The voice was so low and magnetic that one could hear it.

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "do you want to send me to an official?"

"I can't bear to see you off." Feng Ye nibbled Yan Sikong's earlobe lightly, and his big hand swam on his waist across the material. "I'll judge you."

"You are abusing the death penalty." Yan Sikong's breathing became a little short.

"Yes..." Feng Ye twisted Yan Sikong '.

When they pant apart, the burning desire in each other's eyes is the only scenery left in their eyes.

Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's cold cheek and said in a soft voice: "it's too cold outside. Come in."

It was less than a month since Yan Sikong moved there. All the furnishings, bedding and other miscellaneous items in the house were left here. In this simple house, there were memories of countless late night secret meetings between him and Fengye. No matter how luxurious the house was, it was not as good as here in his mind.

There was a charcoal fire in the house and wine was still warm on the stove.

Yan Sikong took off his cotton padded jacket and said, "you have been here long ago?"

"Just arrived." Feng Ye picked up the wine pot and poured wine on them. "Don't you drink less?"

"Not bad." Yan Sikong raised his glass. "How can those wines compare with yours?"

Feng Ye picks eyebrows: "Oh, where is my wine?"

"Well, it's not the wine, it's the people." Yan Si looked at Feng Ye and said softly, "I miss you a little."

Feng Ye was also very touched. He took Yan Sikong to his arms and said, "I miss you too. We are clearly in a city, but it's so hard to see you."

Yan Sikong leaned back into Feng Ye's arms and touched a glass with him: "we won't be like this forever, maybe soon..."

"Shh." Feng Ye kisses his cheek. "I don't want to talk about 'business' tonight. I just want to spend a new year with you."

Yan Sikong drank all the wine in the cup, threw the cup casually, turned around and put his arms around Feng Ye's neck, crushed him on the couch and blocked his lips.

As they kiss and pull each other's clothes, the strong yearning in their hearts is always like a wild animal about to break through the cage, which needs to be suppressed with all their will. The bitter and expectant taste is hard to understand for people who have never tasted.

"Spare time, I miss you too. I miss you so much." Feng Ye left a string of kisses on Yan Sikong's warm and white skin, and whispered love words in his mouth.

Yan Sikong's five fingers shuttle between Fengye's thick black hair, and his long legs entangle his thin and powerful waist. He desperately sticks to Fengye, as if he can't be integrated with it. Only in this way can he really feel each other and forget the boundless darkness.

They mingle with each other heartily, and feel each other and themselves more intensely in the supreme and ultimate pleasure. The combination of spirit and flesh makes them realize unspeakable security and satisfaction. It seems that as long as they embrace each other, they will have no regrets and can do anything.