Chasing King

Yan Sikong spent a few days to understand the terrain of Hetao area and the current war situation. He also talked with the generals of Datong army for the rest of his life and took the situation of Datong mansion without any trace. Especially after the fall of his self styled family, how did the generals feel.

When Feng Jianping was there, his military expenditure was sufficient, his monthly salary was never delayed, his reward was generous, and he did not treat them badly with food and clothing. Every time he won a battle, the imperial court's Feng Jianping did not take any of the money, and all of them were distributed to the soldiers. He had a good command of his troops, and the rewards and punishments were clear from top to bottom. He never played favoritism There are many wars and disasters, but the army and the people are united, and both attack and defense are beneficial.

Today, Wala is defeated, but without Feng Jianping, the Datong army is just like without soul, which has long lost its glory. The Datong army and people all miss Feng Jianping and Feng Jiajun.

Although these thoughts are not straightforward for the rest of his life, Yan Sikong can hear them from his lost tone and tactful words. This gives Yan Sikong a lot of peace of mind.

Most of the soldiers fight with the generals without lofty ideals. They just go out of their lives to get money. If they can't even guarantee this, it's not easy not to be deserters, let alone to fight in the battlefield. It's really deplorable that the Datong army, which used to be powerful in the past, is now depressed.

When Yan Sikong left Qianzhou for a while, he led his troops to Maoren. The wolf king rebels camped thirty miles away from Maoren city. He wanted to settle down in Maoren. He met Shen Hexuan first.

They set out early in the morning and arrived at dusk. General Wang Lie opened the city to welcome them, but Shen Hexuan was not among them.

Looking at Yan Sikong's eyes, Wang lie said awkwardly: "Er, Lord Shen is busy strengthening the city defense. It's hard to get away, so he didn't come to meet the censor."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "he's just the same. Please let General Wang lead me to see Mr. Shen."

"Don't you take a break first, censor? I've prepared dinner."

"Well, my brothers are hungry too. Thank you, General Wang."

Yan Sikong took several of his subordinates to have a meal with Wang lie and others. Maoren is just a small county. The city is small and partial, which is similar to Guangning. Yan Sikong is probably the biggest "figure" who visited Maoren. Although he is only a censor of zhengqipin, the censor has a small rank and great power. Besides, he was once a minister of zhengsanpin and the emperor's son-in-law Wang lie and others are respectful to him.

Taking advantage of the wine, Yan Sikong inquired about Maoren's situation. Wang liehen couldn't tell Yan Sikong everything about the battle against Fengye that day. It can be seen from his words that these people still admire Shen Hexuan, but they also have some words about him.

After a meal of wine, Yan Sikong has become a brother to them. I'm afraid Shen Hexuan has been here for three years and has never had a drink with his colleagues.

After the banquet, Yan Sikong didn't delay. Wang Lie led him to see Shen Hexuan.

At this time, it was nearly the time of the year of 1911, and most of the people went to bed, but Shen Hexuan was still watching the soldiers repair and reinforce the city wall.

Walking up the city building, Yan Sikong saw a tall and handsome figure by the light. In the early autumn, he was wearing thin linen clothes and trousers. His cuffs and trouser legs were rolled up. He was commanding soldiers and lifting heavy things by himself.

"Oh dear!" Wang lie said, "how can you let Lord Shen touch your hands with such rough work? You are itching, aren't you?"

The soldiers were rather aggrieved.

The figure turned around, a rough, also can not hide his full of poetry, cold and noble temperament, although not different from the surrounding taxi soldiers dress, ordinary people can see this person's extraordinary at a glance.

It was Shen Hexuan who had been away for three years. He was more stable and dignified than he was in those years. His straight waist and quiet eyes seemed to blend his steadfast and upright character into one.

Seeing Yan Sikong, Shen Hexuan frowned.

Yan Sikong stepped forward and bowed down: "brother Shen, you can be well after a long time."

Shen Hexuan hesitated for a moment, arched his hand and said calmly, "everything is safe."

Yan Sikong straightened up and looked at Shen Hexuan, feeling: "I thought I would never meet brother Shen again in this life, but I didn't expect The mystery of heaven's destiny can't be speculated by ordinary people like us. "

Shen Hexuan nodded: "I didn't expect that Lord Yan, who married Jinzhiyuye and enjoyed a high official position in the capital, would come to this biased place."

Wang Lie's face changed slightly and he was very embarrassed.

But Yan Sikong didn't care at all. Instead, he said with a bitter smile, "brother Shen, don't make any more sarcasm at me. In the past, you and I were the same number one in the list, the same in the Imperial Academy, the same editor, and the ups and downs of official life for ten years. Now they are both demoted to seven grades. These ten years are like a big dream. When you wake up, you seem to be back in the same place."

Yan Sikong's words recalled Shen Hexuan's deep memories. He recalled the years when they were together. They were both famous and became officials at the same time. They also called each other good friends and told each other their ambitions. His heart was filled with emotion and his attitude was a little soft. He murmured: "yes, a big dream."

"Brother Shen, I have a lot to say to you. You and I should discuss the strategy of retreating the enemy.""Lord Shen, I'll keep an eye on you here," said Wang lie

Shen Hexuan nodded: "Lord Yan, please."

Shen Hexuan goes back to the post house with Yan Sikong. The attendant has already prepared the food and wine. Yan Sikong asks him to take a seat: "brother Shen, haven't you eaten yet?"

Shen Hexuan was not polite either. After sitting down, he wolfed down a few mouthfuls, killed a steamed bun and filled his empty stomach a little, then slowed down.

Yan Sikong poured the wine, raised his glass and said, "brother Shen, let's celebrate the reunion of you and me."

Shen Hexuan hesitates a little and drinks with him.

Yan Sikong was full of wine again. Shen Hexuan pressed his hand: "no, there are still many things to do tomorrow. It's not suitable to drink."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "well, we can replace wine with tea

Shen Hexuan was upright and could not help saying: "did you receive the letter I gave you?"

"Got it." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "it's really literary talent. It's like a giant citron pen. It's hard to beat people's hearts. I can still recite a few words so far."

"In that case, you can still..." Shen Hexuan hesitated, "are you thick skinned or open-minded?"

Yan Sikong laughed: "yes, yes. Brother Shen was right and well scolded. How can I blame brother Shen?"

Shen Hexuan twisted his eyebrows: "although you killed Xie Zhongren and personally destroyed the eunuch party, you betrayed your school in those years, and over the years you were greedy of ink and power and helped tyrant. You How do you defend yourself? "

"I don't defend myself. Your majesty has treated me. I deserve it." Yan Sikong put away his laughter and said, "brother Shen taught me a lesson."

"You..." Shen Hexuan points at Yan Sikong and doesn't know what to say.

Yan Sikong knows that a man as straight as Shen Hexuan can't understand himself. If it were him, he would rather die than be at odds with the evil sycophant. But he left the name of innocence and loyalty to the future generations, but he did everything for his purpose. All fame, glory and dignity are external things.

"Brother Shen, I turned over to eunuch the party for revenge. I was a teacher, King Jingyuan, and many loyal ministers and generals who were wronged and persecuted. I don't want to go down or even die with the already incurable gentry. I don't want to give up my fame and wealth. I don't expect brother Shen to understand me as a shallow and opportunistic person."

Yan Sikong was so frank that Shen Hexuan had nothing to say. He was stunned for a long time before he said: "you are really How can there be such a person as you? Do you really care if you know how people talk about you? Why don't you think about the history books of later generations and how to write about you? "

Yan Sikong's face was a little heavy, but he restrained himself from letting Shen Hexuan find out. He calmly said, "I've long ignored my reputation. Moreover, isn't it too late to say that now? I always have the world in my heart and the people in my heart. If I can help all the people with my own efforts, maybe one day I will be able to overcome them with my achievements. In the history books, it's not all name calling. "

Shen Hexuan sighed deeply: "maybe, if you can really say that it's a great achievement."

Mention this name, Yan Si hollow head a tight: "I plan to go out to the enemy camp tomorrow, brother Shen, you need to know about the rebel situation with me in detail."

When it comes to business, Shen Hexuan doesn't dwell on the past any more. He analyzes his battle with Fengye, what he knows about the rebels, the offensive and defensive forces of Maoren and even the whole Qianzhou with Yan Sikong.

Although Shen Hexuan is a civil servant and only a small magistrate, he has a deeper understanding of the war situation than Wang lie. He is worthy of being a statesman of Lianzhong Sanyuan. He hasn't led a soldier for a day, but he can defend the weak town with few enemies.

Before he sent troops to Hetao, the biggest enemy he expected was Qianzhou city. He never thought that he would stop in Maoren County for a while. However, neither Yan Sikong nor Shen Hexuan believed that Maoren could really resist Fengye. After the first World War, the soldiers in the city suffered heavy casualties. Even though Qianzhou had increased its troops, the city walls were seriously damaged and could not be attacked again. Moreover, the city's food and grass were limited, and the enclosure could be surrounded alive. The reason why Fengye did not take Maoren seriously was that it was waiting for Yan Sikong Empty.

The two talked all night to make suggestions for the speech.

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although Yan Sikong stayed up almost all night, he got up early the next day. Today, he will go to the enemy camp alone and see Fengye. How can he sleep.

After dawn, he called his soldiers and Wang lie over and told him what happened after he left. What if he could come back as scheduled? What if he could not come back as scheduled? What if he was kind to him, how to imprison him, and how to kill him? He and Shen Hexuan had already discussed. Finally, he told them that he would listen to Lord Shen if he had anything to do.

The 800 cavalry that Yan Sikong took away from the garrison was named Feng Xiang. He offered to escort Yan Sikong twice, but Yan Sikong refused: "I can only go there alone. No envoys will take the general with me."

"But Lord Yan had a problem with Fengye, and he was worried that he would be bad for Lord Yan." Feng wanted to bow his hand and say, "I can't rest assured that I will protect the safety of Lord Yan under the orders of the emperor.""I also came at the command of the emperor. If you want to surrender the rebels, my personal safety is nothing. Besides, since I dare to go to the enemy's camp, I have my own strategies to protect myself. General Feng doesn't have to worry about it."

Feng wanted to stop talking, but he finally gave up.

After Yan Sikong explained, he went to the stable and took a bath for drunk red in person, regardless of the coachman's advice. After washing, the drunk red was exposed to the sun, and her hair became scarlet and glossy. When her mane swayed, it was full of the spirit of king.

Looking at the world, only Fengye can afford such a horse.

After lunch, Yan Sikong changed into a clean and neat white dress, rode on the drunk and left Maoren without hesitation, and ran to the wolf king camp without looking back.

With a drunken foot journey, it's only 30 Li, and it doesn't take long to arrive. Looking at the black and red fengjialangqi from afar, Yan Sikong is filled with emotion.

The first time I saw this majestic wolf flag was in Guangning. Feng Jianping led the world's first army winding around. The waving flag made his young blood surging and his reverence hard to express.

The king of Jingyuan has passed away, and the fengjiajun has become a rebel. In his lifetime, he can see this wolf flag again, which makes Yan Sikong almost cry.

Looking at the heavily guarded barracks, Yan Sikong was a little frightened. He unconsciously tightened his hand holding the reins. The speed of getting drunk slowed down, but he didn't stop. Yan Sikong closed his eyes. He knew he would never shrink back. He ran straight to the barracks.

Two miles away, Yan Sikong could see a sharp arrow sticking out from the lookout tower of the camp. When he got to the gate of the camp, the guard general said, "who's coming, get off the horse quickly."

Yan Sikong got off his horse and said in a loud voice, "I'm Yan Sikong, the censor of Qianzhou Prefecture. I'd like to offer you the love of the wolf king. I'm drunk and I want to see the wolf king."

The general obviously knew that he was coming, and he was not surprised, so he yelled: "open the gate -"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, held his head high, looked solemn, led the drunk red, and walked towards the camp step by step.

All the soldiers around were attracted by the drunken and vigorous posture, the blood red hair and the noble Wang Qi, and whispered their praise.

The garrison general led Yan Sikong through the barracks and headed for the Chinese army tent. Along the way, Yan Sikong observed their encampment, layout, array, patrol, and camp defense, and there was no mistake. In this battle, they learned a lot about encampment. Experts can guess whether a general is competent or not.

After all, it's a camp of 50000 or 60000 people. Yan Sikong has been walking for a long time, and the Chinese army tent is still far away. However, zuihong seems to be sensitive to something and starts to stir up. Yan Sikong can still hold it at first, but its agitation is getting bigger and bigger, and finally he starts to struggle.

Yan Sikong pulled into the reins and yelled: "drunk red, don't make trouble, drunk red!"

There are strict rules in the barracks. If you let the horses run around, it's not proper. He guessed that the drunken red was seen by these people.

The officers and soldiers around were also like enemies, but this was a horse in the field, and they didn't dare to face each other with spears. They had to hold dunjia and surround the drunk red in the middle.

Drunk red ignored, began to struggle. I'm afraid the only thing he remembers is not to hurt Yan Sikong. Otherwise, he would have kicked people away. Yan Sikong didn't really see the power of zuihong, at least he didn't feel it personally. But he also remembers that Feng Ye almost risked being buried under the hooves in order to tame him. Seeing that zuihong didn't listen to him, he was too hard to stand by the brute force of zuihong, and his palm was tied by the reins He couldn't hold it any more, so he had to watch it come out.

As soon as the rein was released, the drunken red leaped up and flew for more than ten feet. It turned into a beautiful red glow. It flew over the top of the soldiers holding the dunjia and ran towards the Chinese army tent.

Yan Sikong was thrown out by him. Fortunately, the footwall was steady and took root, otherwise he would lose the big ugly. It's just that if drunken red intrudes into the Chinese Army account like this, it's no longer a shame. His scalp will explode.

Just when zuihong was only a few steps away from the Chinese army tent, suddenly a man came out of the Chinese army tent. He was tall and burly in armor.

Yan Sikong's heart trembled. Although he was still far away and could not see his face clearly, he knew who it was without hesitation.

The man suddenly rushed out and rushed to the drunken red in the wind!

The soldiers around yelled: "wolf king!"

If he is hit by drunk red, let alone a person, he is an elephant. He is afraid that he will be heartbroken on the spot, but he does not hesitate to meet him. When he is less than ten feet away from drunk red, he suddenly sinks his footwall, points his toes, rises from the ground and turns over in the air.

The fierce hunting horse, which was almost as red as a horse's rein, could only stand in front of the world The howl resounded through the sky, but the man on the horse didn't move.

Around the soldiers knelt on the ground, his face is full of crazy worship.

Yan Sikong stood still and looked at the horse king of Tianshan Mountain who had calmed down. His swinging tail showed his pleasure and submission, which was quite different from the manic. The man sitting on the horse with his back to him began to turn the horse slowly.Yan Sikong breathed and felt soft all over.

Feng Ye

After three years' absence, Fengye, a stranger, was in front of him.

After three years' absence, Fengye has completely lost his youth's green and childish spirit, and has become a real and upright man. His figure is more burly than before. His sword eyebrows are Starry, his broad forehead and thin lips are as beautiful as the gods. His eyes are as sharp as swords and as cold as ice. There is no fluctuation in his face, which shows the spirit of killing.

He is like a wolf lurking in the dark. He stares at the prey with green eyes, waiting for an opportunity to attack and kill him. He is no longer the youngest son of that year. He is the commander of the three armed forces who exudes the domineering spirit like his father. He is the wolf king.

Yan Sikong felt strange and afraid of this kind of Fengye. Maybe none of the countless reunion scenes he had imagined before he came here would be staged. Feng Ye looked at him with no temperature or emotion, just like looking at a stranger who intruded into the enemy camp and tearing him up in the next moment.

Fengye light clip horse belly, drunk red, under the guidance of the real master, pacing light shallow steps, Xu Chaoyan think empty walk.

In the cool autumn, the sweat on Yan Sikong's back has soaked his clothes, and a layer of shadow has climbed up in his eyes, because he is drunk and red.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong condescensively. He looked at Yan Sikong carefully, as if he wanted to pierce through the skin and blood. He saw Yan Sikong hairy.

The surrounding soldiers are even more atmospheric and dare not breathe.

Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slipped down, calmed his mind, and called: "Fengye..."

Feng yewei narrowed his eyes: "how dare you call me by name?" The voice is low, with a heart shaking pressure, not angry from power.

Yan Sikong felt that his breathing was not smooth, and his heart was full of mixed flavors. He trembled and said, "Your Highness the wolf king."

Feng Ye grabs the whip from the saddle, gently weighs it in his hand, and suddenly swings it towards Yan Sikong with a lightning speed.

Yan Sikong was shocked. Although he could barely see the trace of the whip, his body couldn't keep up with him. It was too late to dodge. A winding shadow came to his face like a snake. He subconsciously closed his eyes. The next moment, he felt a pain in his neck. The whip wrapped around his neck for several times and bit his neck hard.

Yan Sikong grabbed the whip with both hands and tried to breathe with his mouth wide open.

When Fengye pulls the whip, Yan Sikong is forced to pull over. His feet are almost off the ground, his head is raised, his eyes are round, his face is red, and he stares at Fengye without blinking. The pain of suffocation makes him tremble all over.

Is the man in front of you Fengye? Is it Fengye who dotes on him tenderly and takes care of him in every way? Is it Fengye who loves and ignores others, but always laughs at him and treats him well?!

No, Fengye

Feng Ye leaned down slightly and said in a cold, soft voice: "you can send it to the door yourself. It's very good. I won't go to you."

Fengye a loose whip, Yan Sikong fell to the ground, he said in a loud voice: "come on, lock this man up for me, wait for the fall!"

"Yes