Chasing King

Yan Sikong dodges the guards all the way and sneaks to the bottom of the cell wall. The duty room is holding a lamp, and there are several shouts and bursts of wine in the room.

Yan Sikong can only see several overlapping shadows from the window paper, and can't tell how many people there are. Feng Jianping's cell is located in the basement. To get to the cell, you must pass through this cell, but there are people guarding inside and outside.

After a while, the patrolling bodyguard went over with a lantern. Yan Sikong squatted down and hid himself in the dark. Then he quietly retreated along the wall to the southwest and reached his back against a bush. He quietly dug up the loose soil with his hands and dug out a cloth bag with the clothes prepared by the jailer he bought.

Next, he looked at the moon and waited.

Just after the ugly time, a fire suddenly sprang up in the dark. Soon, the thick fog rose into the sky, and it was a fire set by Ali in the Chaifang.

After a while, someone was shouting "fire".

In the dark, many prison guards ran towards the Chaifang, and the people in the classroom became restless.

"It's on fire. What's the matter?"

"The woodshed is on fire. Go and put out the fire quickly!"

"The three of you are here to guard. Come on, you guys follow me --"

a confused sound of footsteps gradually goes away. Yan Sikong goes around the eaves and slowly pokes out his head. There is only one guard left at the door. He is looking at the direction of the Chaifang on tiptoe.

Yan Sikong takes advantage of his unprepared and rushes over quickly. The man's eyes flash in surprise. Before he has time to make a sound, Yan Sikong has covered his mouth and nose with his hand. She Zhun gives him the powder in his palm, which is prepared by a famous pharmacist in the river and lake. If he takes a sip at such a short distance, he will lose consciousness instantly.

The guard fell down, and Yan Sikong dragged the man into the shadow. He took a deep breath, took a powder mixed with * * powder from his arms, stabbed the window and threw it in.

Inside came a cry: "what East It's medicine, cough, cough, it's medicine

"Open the door

The door of the class room was roughly pushed open, and two prison guards rushed out with swords. Yan Sikong floated out of the darkness like a ghost, and one hand cut on the back neck of the leading prison guard. The other prison guard raised his sword to stab him. Yan Sikong dodged, caught his hand, and pushed his knee against his abdomen. The wine and food that the man had just eaten vomited out, It was sour and smelly. Yan Sikong frowned and elbowed his vest. Then he fainted completely.

Yan Sikong drags them into the class room, unties the rope around his waist, ties them firmly, takes away the key, holds the lamp and steps down the stone steps.

The cells of Zhao prison are interconnected under the ground, but there are two entrances on the ground, North and south. Feng's father and son are just being held in the southernmost and northernmost heavy cells, and there are still guards inside. Yan Sikong puts down two guards all the way and finally finds Feng Jianping.

Feng Jianping is sitting on the wall. His prison clothes are covered with mottled blood. His face is full of vicissitudes and morbid. The powerful and invincible Zhenwei general in the past can hardly be found in him. His youth is easy to grow old, and his heroes are late. It's painful to see that he has made great achievements in exchange for the dead.

His hair seems to have been carefully combed, not messy. Looking at his sitting posture, it is obvious that he is already waiting for something.

Yan Sikong pulled down the veil and knelt outside the cage: "Your Highness, empty It's late. "

The plane color of the seal sword is calm: "are you the only one to break the prison?"

"They went to save Fengye."

"That's good."

Yan Sikong took out the key and was about to open the prison door: "can your highness still walk? I'm going to... "

"Wait a minute." Feng Jianping waved to stop him, "listen to me."

"Your Highness, we don't have much time. We must leave at once."

"No hurry." Feng Jian leveled Zheng's bloodstained skirt, "Sikong, up to now, Feng family can't do anything for you, which makes you so humiliating and aggrieved."

Yan Sikong's eyes are slightly hot: "I can't save you, it's my incompetence."

"Neither Yan Ge nor I have ever been able to fight the eunuch. What can you do, after all It's your majesty who wants my life

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "Your Highness has been loyal and courageous all his life. He has made many contributions to Da Sheng. He is respected by thousands of people. He is short-sighted and envious of the virtuous and the capable. He will be punished."

Feng Jianping said with a bitter smile: "if you want to die, I have to die, but I'm not willing to be wronged, and I can't let go of the Datong defense line that I have been holding for many years."

"When your highness leaves here and returns to Datong, he will be able to make a comeback." Yan thinks empty urgent way, "Your Highness, can't procrastinate again." He rushed to unlock the lock.

Feng Jianping watched him open the door of the cell, but calmly said: "I won't go."

Yan Sikong has already stepped into the prison door and is frozen by the smell.

Feng Jian said with a plain smile: "when a man dies, I once vowed to fight and die in the battlefield with a horizontal sword, and I will shed all my blood for Dasheng. Now I am trapped in a cage and end up unjustly. Life is changeable.""What is your highness talking about?" Yan Sikong went to help him, "I'll help you right away..."

"Don't come here." Feng Jianping suddenly pulled something out of his back and felt it in his heart.

Yan Sikong was shocked. It was a wooden hairpin whose head had been sharpened.

Feng Jianping raised his chin: "quit."

"Your Highness..."

"Quit." Feng Jianping's voice was very low, but he was not angry.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and had to retreat to the iron fence step by step.

Feng Jian looked at Yan Sikong calmly: "Feng Ye can't die. He is the last blood of my Feng family. He has the talent of heaven and will become a fierce general. The foundation of the dynasty is rotten. He is the hope of the people. And I I will not step out of the cage. "

"Your Highness!" Yan Sikong growled, "Why are you suffering?" His whole body trembled, his scalp tingled, and his fear crawled all over his body.

"If I run away, I'll sit up and rebel. I can die, but I won't be wronged and humiliated."

"Your Highness..." Yan Sikong knelt down and said with tears, "Feng Ye is still waiting to be reunited with you. He has lost his mother and elder brother. Do you want him to have no father?"

There were tears in Feng Jianping's eyes, and his lips trembled: "I'm covered with old wounds, and I've been tortured one after another. I've run out of oil for a long time. How can I escape with a useless man? This is my home."

"As long as you get out of here, the world may be in the hands of your father and son. Your highness can't give up easily!"

Feng Jianping shook his head: "you once advised me not to go back to Beijing, and you also advised me to start a business in spring hunting. I know everything in my heart, but I can't be a traitor to Feng Jianping. When I'm dead, Feng Ye can't be tied up."

"You..." Yan Sikong was angry and anxious. "I didn't expect that King Jingyuan, who was so powerful, was just a coward selling his name! Do you want to be the wise minister of all ages and throw the most painful and difficult thing to your only son? Are you going to be at ease

Feng Jianping laughed miserably: "you don't have to motivate me. Feng Ye is different from me. He is neither stupid nor loyal. He doesn't care about the reputation behind him. He is so young that he has a chance to create a prosperous world again. He shouldn't be dragged down by me."

"If you die here, how can Feng Ye survive?" Yan Sikong hissed.

Feng Jianping took out a stack of cloth from his arms and put it beside him: "Sikong, you are resourceful and flexible. You will be a person who stirs up the storm in the future. I know that you stay here for revenge. I have written a blood letter and the truth will come out one day. This is my explanation to the world. I will give it to you."

Yan Sikong punched hard on the iron fence, knelt down and choked: "Your Highness, I beg you. Fengye is only left with you. Please come with me. Fengye is waiting for you. He is waiting for you. Your father and son will be reunited soon."

The face of Feng Jian's flat eyes was already the color of defeat: "think empty, I entrust Feng Ye to you."

In the corridor came the sound of footsteps. Feng Ye's voice came from a distance: "Dad?"

Yan Sikong's body is suddenly cold. He looks at Feng Jian and closes his eyes. As the tears fall, Mu Chai stabs into his chest.

"No --" Yan Sikong, with eyes wide open, rushes into the cell.

Scarlet blood gushed out of the chest, just like the instant blooming and withering Epiphyllum, where all the vitality was taken away, and the air was suffocated.

Yan Sikong points several acupoints one after another, but he can't stop the gushing blood.

"Daddy Feng Ye covers the wound and staggers in front of the cell. What he sees is the dying scene of Feng Jianping. Crazy, he rushed into the cage, knelt down and climbed to the front of the sword sealing plane, and yelled: "Dad -"

Yan Sikong looked at the blood on his hands and body, leaving only a piece of red that had been erased and made people tremble in his vision.

"My Wolf... " Feng Jianping shook his hand and stroked Fu Fengye's face. "Goodbye On one side, my father's eyes closed. "

"Dad, why are you so! Don't die, I beg you, Dad, we're going to escape, we're going to kill together, Dad! " Feng Ye was in tears. He covered Feng Jianping's heart with his hand in vain, and blood flowed from his fingers.

"I can't Go I was born innocent Death is also innocent Wolf You want to live You should help the country, clean up the barbarians, and To save the people of the world.... "

Feng Ye yelled: "I want my father to see that I have killed all the rapists, and I want my father to see that I have cleared up the injustice for Feng's family! Dad, you have to see it

"I I can see... " Feng Jianping stares at Feng Ye's face, which is the only nostalgia he has left in the world. He just looks at it, and his eyes gradually disperse.

"Dad -" Feng Ye hugged Feng Jianping and cried bitterly.

She Zhun rushed into the cell and said: "son of a bitch, this is not the time for sorrow. You have to live to avenge your highness. Go away, it's too late!"

Fengye turned a deaf ear. In the past six months, he has fallen from the clouds to the abyss. From the moment when he was in power to the moment when he was killed, his anger, hatred, pain and despair burst out.She Zhun winked at her subordinates. Several of them came up and tried to open Fengye. Fengye had been imprisoned for nearly half a year. He was thin and weak, but he didn't know where the strength came from and shook them away.

Yan Sikong rushed up and choked: "Fengye, your Highness has gone, we should go too. You want to live, you want to..."

Yan Sikong had been pushed away before his words were heard. His palm continued his internal power and pushed him out more than Zhang Yu. His back collided with the iron bar, and his face was wrinkled with pain.

Feng Ye turned his head slowly, as if he was forced to be a ferocious beast. He said in a cold voice: "you and my father What did you say? "

Yan Sikong only felt that his heart was tightened. He said in a trembling voice: "Your Highness Your highness doesn't want to run away in the name of treason. You are doubting me

"What do I suspect you of?" Feng Ye's face was full of tears and blood. He was ferocious and embarrassed. "How do you explain the military talisman? How do you explain Xie Zhongren's marriage proposal to the dog emperor? My father died alive in front of you. How do you explain that? "

Yan Sikong was struck by lightning and looked at Feng Ye without blinking. Suddenly, he felt that he didn't know this crazy and vicious person.