Chasing King

Yan Sikong is locked up in the cell of the camp. It is said that the cell is just a military tent, but there are all kinds of torture equipment. His feet are shackled and he curls up in the corner. There are guards inside and outside the military tent.

Yan Sikong calmed his mood for a moment, reached out and touched his neck. The delicate skin and flesh had been abraded, and he still felt tingling when he touched his finger. He thought of Feng Ye's cold eyes when he tightened his neck. Although the whip was no longer on his neck, he still felt suffocated.

Feng Ye hates him. If we say that before he met Fengye, he still had a fluke in his heart, but now it's gone. Fengye really hates him.

Fengye really should hate him. He cheated Fengye many times. If he had gone with Fengye, what would have happened now? Unfortunately, life, no "if" two words, he is sad, he is sad, he has nothing to do.

After dark, there was a drum music in the camp. It was supposed that Fengye was holding a banquet to celebrate for the lost Shenju.

After Yan Sikong was thrown here, no one took care of him. He was hungry for a long time. However, seeing that the soldiers guarding him in the camp were also absent-minded and kept looking out, they must be thirsty for wine.

Nevertheless, he didn't move a step, which can be seen from the strictness of the order.

Yan Sikong stared at him for a while and said faintly, "I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry?"

The pawn looked at Yan Sikong and said, "someone will come to replace me in a moment." He was only sixteen or seventeen years old. His eyes were innocent and bright. I don't know whose son he was. He went to the battle of life and death at such a young age.

"I'm Dasheng's envoy and your wolf king's brother-in-law. You can't starve me." He was not hungry enough to ask for food. He just wanted to use the pawn to find out the situation.

The pawn hesitated: "I Then I'll ask. "

"The wolf king said that his nature is cunning, like a wild fox with two feet. Don't talk to him. Didn't you listen?" A clear voice rang out from outside the tent. Before the voice fell, a tall man had appeared in the tent. He was tall and handsome, but his face was covered with a black mask and covered from his mouth.

Several guards knelt on one knee one after another: "see general que."

The man called general que was holding a tea tray with wine and vegetables on it. He waved: "they are waiting outside the account."

"Yes."

Yan Sikong looks at general que. He rummages back to the sound. He is sure where he has heard it.

General que squatted down and put the tea tray at Yan Sikong's feet: "Mr. Yan, are you hungry?"

Yan Sikong suddenly remembered: "it's you! Three years ago in Beijing... "

He was the masked man in black. He followed him and led his pursuers away. Later, he left with Fengye Who is this man, who has followed Fengye up to now?

"Lord Yan has a good memory." General que suddenly got closer, and his sharp eyes hidden behind the mask carefully observed Yan Sikong's face. It seemed that he wanted to see a hair on his face clearly.

Yan Sikong was shocked by him: "who are you, why did you follow me and why did you save me?"

"The wolf king said that Lord Yan was from Liaodong. Why didn't he have a local accent?"

"If you want me to answer your question, why don't you answer mine first."

General que said coldly, "Lord Yan is a prisoner now. There is no room for bargaining."

“…… It's changed. "

General que was silent for a moment: "the local accent is easy to change, but the life experience is difficult."

"General que, are you talking about me or yourself? Why are they all in front of me, but they dare not tell me their names, nor show their true colors? " Yan Sikong deliberately excites him, "has general que ever done anything shameful?"

General que sneered: "my single name is a word of" forget ". As for the face, it's really ugly and terrible. It's inconvenient to show people."

"Que forget..." Yan Sikong had no impression of the name. Que was an uncommon surname. He had never even had any contact with the person surnamed que. He asked, "who are you?"

"To Lord Yan, I'm about a person who doesn't want to meet. To me, Lord Yan is a person who must be seen."

Yan Sikong suddenly attacks que Ji's mask. Que Ji is unprepared. He's very fast. He blocks the gap, and Yan Sikong's other hand comes up. They make three moves in a short distance. At the most dangerous time, Yan Sikong's fingertips have reached the edge of the mask and are caught by que Ji. Que Ji suddenly gets up He twisted Yan Sikong's arm back and pressed it on the ground.

The mask shakes and is about to fall. Que forgets to straighten it with his other hand.

Because of their great action, the tea tray had been knocked over and the food and wine were scattered all over the floor.

Que forgets the ups and downs of his chest. He is obviously angry. He grabs Yan Sikong's hand and works quietly. Yan Sikong hums in pain.

Que forget angrily let go of him: "you really can't relax for a moment!"

Yan Sikong stroked his sore arm: "since you have to see me, what are you hiding?""With wolf king's permission, I will let you know who I am." Que forgets cold way, "only afraid that you don't want to know at that time instead."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "if you make a mystery, you are a hero." He glanced at the tea tray. "Bring me some more food."

Que forgot to say angrily: "hungry." Then he walked away.

After que forgets to leave, Yan Sikong kicks the tea tray out with one foot, and there is a roar in his throat. In today's situation, he is already very upset, and the person surnamed que comes to tease him Sooner or later, he wants to see who this que forgets, and what's wrong with him!

It's close to the northwest. The climate is very different between day and night. In early autumn, it's very cool when the sun comes, but it's chilly when night falls. Yan Sikong wrapped up his clothes, arms around him, curled up on the pile of straw, shivering, hungry and tired, but he was upset and couldn't sleep, because he didn't know what was waiting for him tomorrow.

He was looking forward to seeing Fengye soon. At least he had to explain to Fengye clearly that fengjiajun had nothing to do with him when he intruded into the mountain and sea hunting ground. But he was afraid to see Fengye. He was afraid that Fengye would no longer believe any words he said. His cold and strange eyes made him suffer more than this cold night.

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when he opened his eyes again, it was dawn. Yan Sikong didn't remember when he fell asleep. He just curled up all night, his whole body was sore, his head was still a little dizzy, and his stomach was even more hungry. He reached for his forehead, which was a little hot. Was it cold and hot?

Yan Sikong props himself up and is still on duty in the account. Seeing that Yan Sikong wakes up, he brings a bowl from one side and puts it at Yan Sikong's feet: "eat."

Yan Sikong looked down, only a bowl of cold porridge, nothing else, he looked at the side of the tea tray he kicked over, meat and vegetables spilled on the ground, no one to clean up, he had some regret, at least yesterday should have a full meal.

When he was a child, he lived in the street. He knew how terrible it was to be hungry. When he was hungry, he would recall all kinds of things that he could not bear to look back on. So no matter how busy he was, he never let himself be hungry. Now he is really miserable.

He picked up the bowl and drank up the porridge, which was better than nothing.

After eating, Yan Sikong looked at the pawn again: "did you eat wine yesterday?" A mouth, he Leng for a while, voice hoarse, throat dry pain, it seems to be really sick.

The pawn glanced at him, but he didn't speak. It was obvious that he didn't dare to talk to Yan Sikong after being scolded by que last night.

Yan Sikong moved his numb hands and feet: "that que forgets why he has been wearing a mask. Is it too ugly to see people?"

The pawn doesn't talk.

"Yes, even you wolf king dare not come to see me, not to mention one of his dogs."

"Don't talk nonsense." The pawn couldn't help scolding, "wolf king will see you if he wants to see you. If he doesn't want to see you, he won't see you."

"When will he see me?"

“…… I don't know. " The pawn simply turned around and stopped looking at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong leans wearily on the pile of straw, and doesn't even bother to open her eyelids again.

I don't know how long he waited. Someone was pulling him. He suddenly opened his eyes. It was night. By the dim light, he saw that the two guards were coming. They dragged him up from the ground and tied him to the scaffold.

Yan Si is cold in the hollow. Feng Ye wants to treat him Torture?

He didn't struggle, he didn't have the strength to struggle, he just felt that his body was hot and cold, and he felt very uncomfortable.

He was tied up by the cross, and all the guards withdrew, including those on duty outside the gate. He stared at the door of the tent, and his heart began to beat.

After a long time, a tall figure appeared as scheduled. Yan Sikong's pupils contracted and looked at Feng Ye deeply.

Feng Ye stretched out his hand and put down the curtain door of the military tent. He came in slowly.

Two people are less than a Zhang apart, four eyes meet in the air, only one eye, it stirred up the spark of memory, once intimate people, now entangled with enmity, human right and wrong, wrong will be difficult to return, this is how sad.

Yan Si's hollow viscera suddenly hurt, and it was hard to resist the sudden surge of sadness. He wanted to know what Fengye was thinking at this time, whether he was as heartbroken as he was.

Fengye cold face, no mood, he looked up and down Yan think empty some.

Yan Sikong's lips trembled. She didn't want to lose the upper hand. She asked in an ordinary tone: "after two days, I have a bowl of porridge. Do you want to starve me?"

Feng Ye chin slightly Yang: "Que forgot to send you food and wine, but you attack him, you always do, who is good to you, you double use who."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "I just want to know who he is. Why do you make a mystery? If you have a grudge, just ask him to revenge."

"Revenge?" A trace of ferocity flashed across Fengye's face, and he said coldly, "you owe him, and it's not clear for a lifetime."

"What do I owe him?"

"You owe him. We'll talk about it later." Feng Ye walked slowly to Yan Sikong. His tall figure shrouded him. He said in a cold voice, "what you owe me, I'll count with you now."