Chasing King

As soon as he woke up, it was almost noon. Yan Sikong still felt pain in his back, but it was much better than yesterday. He was really bored in the camp, so he propped up and staggered out.

As soon as he came out, the little warden of the East Palace was frightened and came to help him: "Oh, Lord Yan, how can you get up? Your injury is not good."

"It's all right. Come out and get some air."

"Don't scare me, your highness. I want you to have a rest. If you make a mistake, I can't afford it." He quickly brought a chair and helped Yan Sikong to sit down.

"It's OK. I'll move. I'll go back to lunch later." Yan Sikong came out of the camp with a wooden basin. He glanced at his head and wrinkled his nose as he walked. It was obvious that the things in the basin didn't smell good.

The little supervisor followed his eyes and said, "Your Highness King Jingyuan drank too much last night."

"It looks like a lot."

"Yes, your majesty said that he would practice it for King Jingyuan. Many people toasted him. I'm afraid he just woke up when he was drunk."

"Well What about the son of honor? "

"Shizi is young after all. He was drunk last night, but he went hunting this morning."

Yan Sikong nodded: "I hope your highness will return with a full load today." What he said seemed to be his royal highness, but what he thought was his royal highness. Feng Ye must be worried about him. Now it's hard for them to say a word.

Yan Sikong is basking in the warm spring sun, looking at the boundless mountains and forests in the distance. Occasionally, there is a breeze, and the trees are shaking uniformly. It seems that there is a hand in Mingming controlling them.

This is a very calm picture, but when the forest suddenly started a burst of birds, his heart followed a clatter, bursts of hair. He couldn't tell what it felt like. It was as if there were some monsters hidden in the quiet forest. Fengye and Chen were all hunting in it, but it seemed that they were all turtles in the urn, prey of others

He suddenly felt uncomfortable, and even didn't want to see the forest again. He said in a deep voice, "help me in."

"The people of Yanda must be hungry. I'll prepare lunch for you. After dinner, you can drink medicine."

Yan Sikong returned to the camp, and the supervisor soon brought a rich meal. He ate it in silence, but the strong uneasiness lingered in his heart. The delicious food was tasteless.

In the middle of the meal, he heard a loud noise outside the camp, followed by a whistle. As soon as his heart sank, he threw down his chopsticks and rushed out of the camp. Even if it affected the wound and made him pale, he didn't slow down.

I saw several teams guarding the inside and outside of the imperial tent. Zhu Lanting was roaring at the infantry, and another team quickly reorganized and galloped toward the hunting ground.

Yan Sikong grabs the little Supervisor: "what happened?"

Small inside the prison also a face panic and at a loss: "slave don't know."

The whole camp was in chaos. Many people ran out of the account and looked around.

In the confusion, Yan Sikong heard Zhu Lanting shouting "escort."

Escort? What kind of driving?

Yan Sikong was cold all over. He couldn't guess what was wrong, but he had a big intuition, and it was a bad thing, a big bad thing.

Yan Sikong ignores the internal prison's obstruction and goes to the emperor's tent to ask Zhu Lanting in person.

But before he got close to the emperor's tent, he was blocked by a row of spears of the bodyguard: "no one is allowed to wait near the holy chariot!"

"I want to see commander Zhu." Yan Sikong said in a loud voice.

The bodyguard replied coldly, "no one is allowed to wait near the holy chariot."

"What the hell happened!"

"Lord Yan, Lord Yan." The little supervisor pulled Yan Sikong's sleeve in horror and pointed to his back.

Yan Sikong turned around and saw that a group of people had surrounded Feng Jianping's camp!

Yan Sikong's whole blood seemed to be emptied instantly, and he could not stop shaking.

The spears of the bodyguards are not external, but internal!

There was only one thought in his mind - it was late. No matter what happened, Emperor Zhaowu had already started. At this moment, right now, he started to fight against Feng Jianping and Feng Jia!

He could only feel the twists and turns of the sky, and he had to hold the small prison's thin arm tightly in order to stabilize his figure.

"Yan, Mr. Yan, are you ok?"

Yan Si Kong stares round his eyes: "go and ask me, what's the matter with your voice?"

"Er..."

"Go Yan Sikong roared.

The little supervisor was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

Yan Sikong's mind is in chaos, but he pinches himself hard, forces himself to calm down, and then goes to find Yan Zilian in great pain.

Can go out not far, he was stopped by the bodyguard, said the emperor has a purpose, all people back to the camp, not to walk around.

Yan Sikong said, "what happened?"

"Lord Yan, please come back first..."Yan Sikong grabbed the guard's Breastplate and growled, "what's the matter?"

The guard froze with fright: "Feng Jiajun He conspired against his majesty, intending to enter the hunting court and assassinate his majesty. "

Yan Sikong was struck by lightning. His legs softened and he knelt down on the ground.

"Come and send Lord Yan back to the camp."

Feng Jiajun Treason

Feng Jianping people are still in the camp, and Feng Ye can't act rashly behind their back. How can Feng Jiajun rebel?

Just two thousand people, how dare they conspire openly?

The only possibility is - they were set up!

Yan Sikong immediately remembers what the little supervisor said. Last night, Feng's father and son were drunk.

Before that, he discussed with Fengye to force the palace. Fengye once said that fengjianping's talisman was always with him, and it was hidden in the belt buckle. It was not difficult for him to steal it.

If someone steals Feng Jianping's talisman and mobilizes the 2000 Feng family troops to break into the mountain and sea hunting ground, it's not beyond debate!

Yan Si was cold in the air. He knew that emperor Zhaowu and Xie Zhongren had better start first. He didn't expect that what he was most worried about would happen so quickly. No, he should have been alert. How could emperor Zhaowu let the tiger go back to the mountain!

Yan Sikong only felt his cold hair standing upright, and the chilling and boundless fear immediately drowned him. The last time he was so afraid, he was still in front of Yuanmao's execution platform.

What to do, what to do with Fengjia, what to do with Fengye, they want Fengye's life!

Yan Sikong clenched his teeth, and his eyes were almost bleeding. No matter what happened, he would not let Fengye die, even if he tried his life and everything he had laid out for many years. He had lost all the people he cared about, and he would never let Xie Zhongren take Fengye away again!