Chasing King

In her sleep, Yan Sikong's nightmares continued until the afternoon of the next day.

When he woke up, he found that he was no longer in the cell, but in a small military tent. His body had been wiped, cleaned and changed into dry clothes.

Remembering what happened before he was in a coma, his heart beat faster and faster. He wanted to break through the shackles of the skin and flesh and jump out of the body. His chest heaved with force and his breath was short. He grasped the bedding with both hands powerless and forced to recover the next wave of pain.

Up to now, he is not sure that those will also be a nightmare. Does Fengye really hate him so much? Is yu'er still alive? I don't know how many times he saw yu'er in his dream these years, but when he woke up, he just stepped on the cliff and fell into deeper despair.

But the dream was too real, too deep-rooted for him to believe.

But what he never dreamed of was that yu'er was still alive, but he was not as happy as he imagined. He and Feng Ye looked at him, and the words in his mouth all pierced his heart

Yan Sikong closed his eyes. He was too tired. He would rather continue to sleep than wake up to face the disastrous world. Even when he was besieged, he never thought of giving up. At this moment, he had the idea of putting everything down.

It turns out that the enemy's sword mountain and sword rain can't compare with the words of his loved ones.

It seems that he has never lived for himself in this life, but now he has come to the end that he is not even himself.

He felt nothing but death.

After a while, someone came into the army tent. Yan Si's hollow head was tight, but when he saw that the man was a pawn guarding him the day before yesterday, his heart fell.

Seeing that he woke up, the pawn put down the food and medicine in his hand and came over with a lot of respect: "is your adult better?"

Yan Sikong quietly looked at the pawn, who was numb. After a while, he said, "how old are you? What's your name? Where are you from?" His voice was still hoarse, and his throat was burning like a burning stick.

"I'm eighteen this year. My name is Wu Liuqi. I'm from Changde." He helped Yan Sikong up and poured him a glass of water, "Sir, you have a drink first."

Yan Sikong held it in his hand, but did not move.

18 years old When he met Fengye again, Fengye was 18 years old. This year, he was an adult, but he was still childish. He could not forget the arrogant appearance of Fengye, who was 18 years old, just like the rising sun, shining all around him.

Feng Ye is right. At that time, he was too young to be infatuated with himself. Now he is sober when he grows up.

But who was he when he was young? Was he really ignorant? Maybe he just didn't want to think of himself as "Yan Sikong"

Looking at Wu Liuqi's simple and bright eyes, Yan Sikong raised his hand stiffly and drank water.

"My Lord, please have your meal. After that, you can take medicine." Wu Liuqi moved the low stool to the couch.

"You go out, I'll eat later."

"But..." Wu Liuqi said, "the small one depends on what you eat."

Yan Sikong shook his head feebly: "go out."

Wu Liuqi hesitated for a moment and retreated.

Yan Sikong's eyes were dull and empty, and his mind was blank. He even forgot his purpose of coming here for a moment.

It wasn't long before the curtain door was opened again, and a gust of autumn wind poured into the tent. It was chilly. If it was a petty officer, he didn't dare to open the curtain door so rashly. Yan Sikong took a deep breath and turned his face slowly. He was still wearing a mask - yuan Nanyu.

Yan Sikong looks at yuan Nanyu, and his eyes are burning, but he has restrained his emotions.

Yuan Nanyu sat in front of the couch, looked at the food and said, "why don't you eat it?"

"I'm not hungry." Yan Sikong is not hypocritical, he really can't feel hungry, probably because there is a feeling of emptiness that invades the whole body. The emptiness of the stomach is nothing.

"If you're not hungry, you have to eat," Yuan said. "In any case, you don't have to practice your body. It's not like you."

"Which is like me?" Yan Sikong chuckled, "if you don't remember me, how do you know which one is me?"

Yuan Nanyu lowered her head and was silent for a moment: "we have been paying close attention to your every move in recent years."

"Oh, that's what I learned from other people."

"They said it, didn't they?" Yuan Nanyu frowned and said, "you have avenged your father for the evil you have done before, so you should redeem it. You have all told yourself the crime. Do you want to argue?"

"I have nothing to argue with." Yan Sikong looks at yuan Nanyu, his eyes are full of bitterness, "how do you plan to deal with a person who does evil like me?" He could not help thinking that if yu'er was still yu'er, he would understand him

"Don't worry, wolf king won't kill you. Even if you don't come, we should try our best to induce Datong army to surrender. Our purpose is the same, and you are very important."

"It's a pity that you wolf king said it himself and won't believe me any more." Yan Sikong sneered, "how is he going to make the most of me?""He can tell." Yuan Nanyu took up the rice bowl, "you just caught the cold, coupled with body deficiency, self-cultivation for a few days, take the soup on time immediately, now eat the rice first."

Yan Sikong grabs his wrist, presses it down, stares into his eyes and says, "you only see the elder brother. Have you seen the elder sister and the mother?"

Yuan Nanyu sighed and shook her head: "half a year ago, my elder brother defected to us, and we were reunited. But at that time, the war was in full swing. How could I get rid of myself when I was in charge of the army? Now I'm thousands of miles away. I don't know when I can get away to see you."

"Big brother didn't like me since childhood, but big sister won't cheat you." Yan Sikong grabs yuan Nanyu's wrist and secretly shrinks, "do you dare to send a letter to elder sister and ask for the truth of that year?"

Yuan Nanyu looked at Yan Sikong in amazement. After a while, he said, "OK, I'll send the letter today."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, and a ray of hope rose in his heart. He said in a trembling voice: "yu'er, take off the mask and let me Look at you. "

Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice, "don't call me yu'er."

Yan Sikong clenched his fist.

"If you want to be Yan Sikong, you can be Yan Sikong. To me, both Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu are strange names. I don't care. But don't call me yu'er. I'm uncomfortable. You can call me que forget."

Yan Si hollow pain such as twist, had to gently "um" a.

Yuan Nanyu removed the mask.

Yan Sikong quietly gazed at this handsome face which was very similar to his own, then stretched out his hand and slowly stroked the thorn words on his forehead.

The prisoners in exile in our Dynasty were all punished with ink. On the bright and full forehead, there was a word "prisoner", but now it seems very shallow.

Yuan Nan Yu said calmly, "master used to make a pair of plasters for me. I have to apply them every night before I go to bed. It has been more than ten years. So it's so light. The powder can cover my face, but it can't disappear completely. So I cover my face every day."

"How is your master treating you?"

"Referring to master, yuan Nanyu's eyes softened. He said with a faint smile," I was naughty when I was young and always beaten, but although master is strict, he treats me very well. "

"That's good." Yansi said bitterly, "that's good."

Today, he is willing to take the life of jinyunan. What is the greatest wish for him to live?

As for Fengye There is no fate, why force?

Under the supervision of yuan Nanyu, Yan Sikong took a few mouthfuls of rice and drank the medicine.

Yuan Nanyu explored his forehead: "it's still hot. It'll be fine in a few days. I'll have dinner on time in the future. I'm busy with military affairs. I can't watch you every day."

"If I don't, I'll see you every day?"

"You..." Yuan Nanyu was speechless.

"I miss you so much." Yan Sikong looked at yuan Nanyu deeply with red eyes. "I've been thinking about you for 17 years."

Yuan Nanyu looks at the sadness on Yan Sikong's face, palpitating. The look is not fake, but he has to guard against this person. He purses his lips, grabs the mask and covers his face to hide his emotion. "I'll come to see you sometime."

Yan Sikong sighed deeply.

Yuan Nanyu walked a few steps, then turned back and said, "don't disobey the wolf king. He is a natural general. Don't ask for trouble if you can't do anything

Yan Sikong sneered: "no one in the world knows him better than I do."

“…… Over the years, he has become more and more irritable and cold. I'm afraid he's not the one you knew at that time. "

Yan Sikong was silent.

He had already seen Fengye, so why should yuan Nanyu remind him.

-

after taking the medicine, Yan Sikong felt sleepy again, so he went back to his bed. In fact, it's just an ordinary cold and fever, which doesn't make him so weak as a martial arts practitioner all the year round. This kind of emptiness comes from his Qi and blood, and he doesn't want to move a finger. It seems that he can't get better for a while.

As night fell, the cold wind was blowing against the army tent. Wu Liuqi was afraid that Yan Si would be cold in the air, so he started a charcoal fire early. He stood by the charcoal fire and yawned.

When Yan Sikong was half asleep and half awake, suddenly a cold wind came in. Like a sharp sword, it broke the warm air and made him shiver. He suddenly woke up. In his still hazy sleep, he saw a tall figure, wrapped in the cold outside the account, which almost covered the whole account door.

Yan Sikong wakes up completely

Wu Liuqi also wakes up like a dream. Seeing the comer, he kneels on the ground in a hurry: "wolf king atones, wolf king atones."

Feng Ye has been staring at Yan Sikong since he stepped into the tent. He waved and said coldly: "go down."

Wu Liuqi kowtowed and went out.

Yan Sikong sat up from the couch and watched Feng Ye step by step, his heart suddenly tightened.

When Fengye came near, Yan Sikong smelled a smell of wine, which made him more nervous. He didn't know when to start. He felt strange to Fengye and afraid.He suddenly realized that he could hardly find the shadow of that teenager in this cold, cruel and gloomy wolf king. How could he say he knew this man?

Feng Ye sits at the edge of the bed. Yan Sikong needs a lot of concentration to restrain his emotions, but his body still exposes him.

Feng Ye slightly hooked his lips: "are you afraid of me?"

Yan Si said with a blank face: "my head is in your hands. Shouldn't I be afraid?"

"Don't pretend." Feng Ye sneered, "you know I can't kill you, kill you, who helps me to control the Datong army." As he spoke, he drew a little closer. His eyes looked at Yan Sikong wantonly, just like looking at the prey in his cage.

Yan Sikong was so oppressed by the strong and overbearing atmosphere that he was almost out of breath. What has Fengye experienced in the past three years

Feng Ye suddenly pinched his chin: "Que forgot to come to see you, and then he advised me not to embarrass you. Yan Sikong, if it's about buying people's hearts, you can't compare with anyone else. At that time, you coaxed me to do it for you."

Yan Si said coldly, "what do you call me? You forget that you said it yourself last night. I'm not Yan Sikong. "

"Of course, you are not Yan Sikong, but how can you tell everyone to change their words now with this name for more than ten years? Besides, a name is only a name after all. " Feng Yehan said, "even if you use this name, you can't become him, and I won't be fooled by you any more."

Yan Sikong's eyes exude blood. If he is so eloquent, he will discuss it with Feng Ye. But now he doesn't want to argue. First, he is disappointed. Second, he wants to understand that Feng Ye can't listen to it, because Feng Ye has determined it from the bottom of his heart. Only he is a "complete liar" and a fake Yan Sikong Only in this way can Feng Ye find a reason for his deception and a way out for his resentment.

It doesn't matter whether he is Yan Sikong or yuan Nanyu. What matters is that Feng Ye hates him and hopes that he is fake.

He can't argue, so why should he say it?

Seeing that Yan Sikong didn't speak, Feng Ye became more and more angry. He pinched the curved jaw tightly: "but how much benefit do you get from me by relying on the identity of" Yan Sikong "? I'll let you return it the same way! "

Yan Si felt a dull pain in the hollow, gritted his teeth and said, "what do you want me to return? I've got my revenge. I have no regrets. You can take this one! "

A trace of ferocity flashed across Feng Ye's face. Suddenly, he grabbed Yan Sikong's scattered black hair, forced him to raise his head, blocked his lips heavily, and kissed his soft lip rudely and warmly.

Yan Sikong's eyes were wide open, and he reached out to push Fengye's chest, but he was too weak to shake Fengye's mountain like body. He could only be pushed in by his overbearing tongue and sucked fiercely.

Fengye was like a wolf who had been hungry for a long time. He tasted the taste greedily and made Yan Si dizzy. He didn't even have the strength to struggle.

When the two separated, Yan Si was gasping for breath. On his pale face, a pair of swollen lips were set off to make him very attractive. His dense eyes, weak posture, and angry but speechless expression completely stimulated the beast in Feng Ye's body, which made him just want to trample.

"You..." Yan Si's breath was unsteady, and he was deterred by the outburst of violence in Feng Ye's eyes.

Feng Ye's slender fingertips gently scratched Yan Sikong's cheek: "I heard that Xi'er is pregnant, how many months?"

Yan Sikong didn't dare to move. The gentle touch of his hand was like licking his wolf tongue.

"Talk for months."

“…… She and I are not what you think. "

"Not what I thought?" Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong's long and white neck and the red mark from the whip. He can't help but recall the delicate feeling when he held the neck last night. He wants to suppress his crazy jealousy, or he will swallow him up!

Yan Sikong trembled: "Feng Ye, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Feng Ye forced Yan Sikong down on the bed and leaned over him, "I want to do what I've been thinking about for four years. How do you want to be immortal and die in my crotch? Can women satisfy you

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "you You and I have come to such a place. Do you still think about this? "

"Why not? When you swore to your father that your life was my fiend, and your death was my fiend. Even if you get married and have concubines, you will still be mine! " Feng Ye showed a grim smile and said, "besides, you're the only good thing left for me."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong put his hand against Feng Ye's chest and said, "you've been drinking. Calm down!"

"I'm wide awake. I've been drunk with you for so many years, and I finally wake up." Feng Ye chuckled out his white tusks. "In order to win me over, you didn't hesitate to open your legs to me like a prostitute. You didn't do anything to achieve your goal. Now what are you pretending to do?" Feng Ye tore Yan Sikong's skirt.

Yan Si is hollow and painful. He slaps the face that once made him yearn for everything.Feng Ye didn't dodge. He turned slightly to his face and showed a trace of cruelty. He held Yan Sikong firmly, approached his ear and whispered: "I heard that people with fever are also very hot there. It's very comfortable to insert it. I always want to have a try."

Yan Si's empty eyes are full of pain.

Who turned Fengye into this?

Is it him