Chasing King

Chapter 193

I know that Yan Sikong will not be able to come back in a short time. After all, Yunnan is full of winding mountains, and the journey is long and dangerous. What they are planning is a lot of bad luck. Who dares to say that today's difference will surely lead to a meeting in the future.

Although Feng Ye promised to let him go, he was really struggling. In addition to yuan Nanyu and Wu Liuqi, he carefully selected ten highly skilled and loyal soldiers from Feng's army. At this time, Feng Ye sent out his generals and elite soldiers, which showed his worry.

In those days, Fengye would come to eat and sleep with Yan Sikong every day, and the post house was heavily guarded. No one could see Yan Sikong except Wu Liuqi, but there was no impermeable wall in the world. Rumors about his collusion with the wolf king might have flown to the capital. After all, since he appeared, the rumor of their broken sleeves has been a chat between teahouses and wine shops, while Maoren and Qianzhou One after another, he was blocked and attacked, which made people suspect.

Yan Sikong knew that, but it was impossible to call Fengye to avoid suspicion. Fengye was wild and arrogant, never rigidly adhere to ethics, and didn't care that others knew it, or even wanted it to be known to all. Now that Hetao has been under attack, he is even more unscrupulous.

It's about time to get along with each other. Feng Ye's attitude towards Yan Sikong is quite gentle. They never mention the unreasonable gratitude and resentment. It's the most peaceful time between them since they met again.

No matter how busy the military affairs are, Feng Ye will have at least one meal with Yan Sikong every day. He will spend the night in the same room, whether it's falling asleep or just hugging each other.

There are countless mornings when Yan Sikong wakes up in Feng Ye's arms. Suddenly, he seems to be back many years ago. The winter cold can't even invade nearly half a minute, because the temperature of their embrace seems to be able to resist all the cold.

For example, today, after a night of madness, Yan Sikong fell asleep until dawn. When he opened his eyes, he saw Feng Ye's sleeping face.

The long silk like ink, the thick eyebrows like mountain, the high nose like cliff, and the thin lips like vermilion are just like the beautiful youth in his memory, but he knows that when his eyes open, he can no longer see tenderness and deep feeling. So he held his breath and did not move. He described every inch of skin on his face with his eyes. He was afraid that Feng Ye would wake up this dream.

I don't know how long after that, Feng Yeyu's eyelashes trembled, and he was about to wake up. Yan Sikong also woke up like a dream, and quickly closed his eyes.

When his eyes can't see, his ears and nose will become very sharp. He can hear the sound of rustling and gently moving his body. He can also feel a concentrated line of sight wandering on his face. He can also smell the fragrance of soap horn on Fengye's body.

Fengye is looking at him, just like he just looked at Fengye

Yan Sikong couldn't help his heart beating wildly. His body was so hot that he was about to catch fire at any time. He just wanted to denounce his stupidity. What was he doing? What are you thinking?

After a long time, Fengye whispered: "you wake up."

Yan Sikong was granted amnesty. He opened his eyes, facing Fengye's eyes, which were narrow and deep. They were probably the most beautiful and sharp eyes he had ever seen.

Feng Ye put his arm around his back and pushed him into his arms.

Two people are not dressed, two pieces of hot chest immediately stuck together, hot.

Yan Si's tongue was dry, and he put his arm against Feng Ye's broad chest. He reluctantly opened a little distance. He said in a low voice: "get up and change clothes."

"What's the rush?" Feng Ye's big hand stroked Yan Sikong's smooth back. The shoulder armor with long and strong spine and flexible lines was just like the undulating northwest plain. The thin muscles covered by it were the fertile grassland. Feng Ye's fingers were like galloping horses. They jumped tirelessly on it and felt every temperature and every tremor of the earth. It was absolutely intoxicating.

Yan Sikong is trapped in Fengye's arms and doesn't dare to move. At this time, they stick together. With Fengye's arbitrariness, they don't care about night and day at all.

Feng Ye's lips lightly touched Yan Sikong's cheek, and his low voice rang out: "why do you pretend to sleep?"

“……”

"I didn't ask you, if one day, we help the new king of Chu ascend the throne, and you respond to all the calls, the power of the government and the opposition, what else do you want?"

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Feng Ye quietly gazed at Yan Sikong's eyes: "tell me, how can you be satisfied?"

"I don't do it to satisfy myself."

"For what? For the country and the people? " Feng Ye sneered, "what else do you pretend in front of me? You used to say that you live for revenge. You can give up everything for revenge. Now you have revenge and want power. Yan Sikong, I want to hear the truth. How much do you want and how can you be satisfied? "

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes. He did not want to talk about his ideal with Fengye, because Fengye would not understand him, nor would he recognize him before he was devoured by hatred. But if he did not answer, Fengye would not give up. He had to say flatly: "I want to implement my own law and politics, revive the peace and prosperity of the country and the people, and I want to appoint people on the basis of merit I want to create a folk culture in which thieves will be punished and the house will not be closed at night. It was my original ideal to build a harmonious society. "Feng Ye gently lifted his long hair with his hands, staring at his handsome and white face, and said: "to do this, unless you are an emperor." As he spoke, Feng Ye's hand slid down his spine and explored the hard place.

Yan Si was shocked, not only because of Feng Ye's hands, but also because of the words he just said. He took a deep breath: "what is missing in the world is not a virtuous minister, but a wise lord. I have never thought about the throne." His hand bypassed his back to grab Feng Ye's wrist, but he couldn't stop it at all.

Feng Ye buries his face between Yan Sikong's neck, nibbles at the protruding clavicle, and his tone is obviously unhappy: "so, is the king of Chu the master in your mind?"

“…… Yes Yan Sikong's breathing increased unconsciously, and Fengye's fingertips seemed to ignite a warm flame. "I and I have been serving the crown prince for four years, and we know him very well. He is intelligent, intelligent, diligent and studious, because he was bullied in the palace since childhood, and can appreciate the suffering of the ant people, not to mention that he is the eldest prince, the rightful future son of heaven, and he will surely become Ah... " Yan Si Kong exclaimed and kept writhing in Feng Ye's arms.

"To be what?" Feng Ye wantonly stirs up Yan Sikong's body.

"To be A generation of Lord Mingjun.... " Yan Sikong's face was flushed, and he had not fully recovered his strength. At this time, he began to soften again, "don't close the field..."

"Don't say no to me." Feng Ye kisses Yan Sikong's neck and continues, "don't you choose him because he is easy to control?"

"There are also This time, well After all, he is young and can't be separated from our Control... "

Feng Ye raised Yan Sikong's leg and pushed him in: "whether he is old or young, he should be under my control." The tone was very arrogant.

"Fengye, it's Day Ah... "

"So what?" Feng Ye collided with his formidable strength, "one day when I live in the capital, I want the mountains, rivers, thunder, rain and dew, day and night, all mine So are you

In the confusion, Yan Sikong's barely gathered mind is constantly vigilant for Feng Ye's words, but soon, he can't think about anything else.

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on a starry night, Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu set out with the accompanying soldiers.

When a group of thirteen riders quietly rode out of the city, Yan Sikong's mind was not the dangerous road ahead, but the powerful and warm embrace of Fengye. He couldn't help looking back at Qianzhou City, but saw a tall figure on the wall. He was stunned and couldn't see clearly.

Is that Fengye? Has Fengye come to see him off?

He always wanted to stay away from Fengye, but when he stepped out of the gate, he wanted to know when they would see each other again, but he didn't know whether he wanted to see them again.

If his life could come again, he would never meet Fengye again. In that way, no one in the world could make him resentful and painful, but he was worried about it.

"He came to see us off." Yuan Nanyu's voice with the cold wind blowing into Yan Sikong's ears.

Yan Sikong immediately turned his head and said, "I can't see."

Yuan Nan stopped for a moment: "it's him."

Yan Sikong no longer answered. The farther away he was from Fengye, the colder and more resolute his eyes became.

He thought Fengye was the only one he could rely on in the world. They should go hand in hand and live and die together. But now Fengye has cut off his love and he has to leave his love behind. Only in this way can he build copper, walls, iron and walls.

Volume 7 chasing the Central Plains

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