Chasing King

Yan Sikong didn't know when he went to sleep, but he was awakened by the cold before it was clear. It was too cold in the dungeon. He curled up in the quilt and still shivered.

It is ironic that the people he hates can't do what he loves can.

He doesn't feel well here, and Ali is not much better. I don't know how Ali is now, but Fengye won't embarrass him, will he? He's a mute. Even if he extorts a confession by torture, he can't find out anything, but if he's sealing the field just to vent his anger

Yan Sikong can't bear to think about it. In order to repay his life-saving kindness and help him for so many years, ah Li is the only person he can trust in the world. In fact, what's good to follow him? He's afraid all day long and he's even involved. If he could go out this time, he would give Ali a large sum of money to leave and go back to the country to marry an honest and caring girl, have children and spend the rest of his life in peace

It's just that he can't protect himself right now.

Besides, even if he goes out, where can he go?

The only person he had ever loved put him in prison for the crime of complicity with the enemy. He led his students and conspired with his enemies to frame him. For the imperial court, he was a traitor who should be cut to pieces. For the world, he was a notorious sycophant. When you think about it, there is no place for him in the world.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly. Yan Sikong, Yan Sikong, you boast that you are smart and have been calculating all your life, but you have come to such a field?

Once upon a time, Tongtian Zhi, in the cell which was so cold that he shivered all over, was like a flame in the cold wind, maintaining the weak light.

It wasn't long before it was light.

The jailer sent the food, put it outside the iron fence and left. He did not look up or speak in the whole process. He was following Feng Ye's order and was not allowed to have any contact with him.

"Wait a minute." Yan Sikong got up and came over with a hoarse voice in his throat. "It's too cold. Bring me charcoal fire and thick clothes and bedding."

The jailer turned a deaf ear and went straight out.

Yan Sikong kicked over the food on the ground: "it's starving or freezing. You can choose for yourself."

After a pause, the jailer turned and glared at Yan Sikong, then turned and walked away.

At noon, the jailer brought food as usual. Yan Sikong did not even move. He closed his eyes and meditated.

At night, when the jailer saw that the lunch was still in place, he couldn't help it. He disdained to say, "if you don't eat it, it's just you who feel bad. I'll give you a meal for the next three days. As long as you're hungry, it's enough for me to do the job."

Hearing this, Yan Sikong opened his eyes and stared coldly at the jailer.

The jailer was a little scared, but then he thought that Yan Sikong was just a scholar. He was smart and could not make waves through the iron railing. What was he afraid of? So when Yan Sikong came towards him, he was not on guard.

Yan Sikong looked at the wooden plate in his hand: "put it down."

With a cold snort, the gaoler bent down to put down his supper.

Yan Sikong suddenly reaches out his hand, grabs the hair on the back of his head and bumps his face into the iron bar.

"Ah -" screamed the jailer, and his nose was bloody.

Yan Sikong picked him up, turned over, put his other hand through the iron bar, crossed his neck and lifted it up, stuck his Adam's apple, subdued him on the iron bar, and tightened his arm.

The jailer's face turned red, and his brain was filled with breathless fear. He widened his red eyes and tried to break Yan Sikong's arm.

He would never have thought that a scholar writing would have such great strength.

Just as he was about to swallow his breath, Yan Sikong relaxed his grip a little. He took a big breath as if he were out of the water. His legs were so soft that he could hardly stand.

Yan Sikong searched his pockets and found that he didn't have a key. He whispered in his ear, "I want charcoal fire, thick clothes and bedding. Do you understand me?"

The jailer nodded in horror.

"Swear, if you still neglect me after I let you go, your family will die miserably and your children will die."

"Small, small dare not."

"Swear."

"I swear..."

After the gaoler made the poison oath, Yan Sikong released him.

The jailer covered his neck and coughed several times, looking at Yan Sikong with fear and hatred in his eyes.

"Go away." Yan Si said with a blank face, "don't think that if I stay here, I can't treat you as a petty official."

The jailer turned and ran.

Yan Si sat on the ground, and put the cold food into her mouth. Compared with his normal diet, these things are naturally hard to swallow, but there is nothing to be picky about at this time. It's just that the sun is setting and it's getting colder here. It would be nice to have a glass of wine to warm your body.

He thought with self mockery that in a few days, Fengye will get married. I don't know if I can drink a cup of Fengye's wedding wine at that time.

At night, several jailers came in with charcoal pots, and behind them were people carrying brand-new winter quilts and clothes, even cups, bowls, paper and pens, which were commonly used.From this, we can see that it was not the jailer who sent it. Even if the jailer really kept his promise, he would not send these expensive things to the prisoners.

The door of the cell was opened, and several jailers silently arranged the things for him one by one, and the cell soon took on a new look.

Yan Sikong looked at him silently. They didn't speak and he was not embarrassed.

Until all the jailers left, the first one left, went to Yan Sikong's side, bowed slightly, and whispered: "general que asked his subordinates to bring a word to Lord Yan, and he will surely catch back the iron stick and return his innocence."

Yan Si couldn't help but be moved. He said, "you tell him that tiezhangzi only takes money to do business. The person who framed me is yuan Shaoxu. Only then can he really have an affair with Chen Wei."

"My subordinates will report the truth word for word." The jailer is leaving.

Yan Sikong grabbed him: "how's my servant?"

"Don't worry, Lord Yan. General que has been taken care of."

Yan Sikong was a little relieved, and the jailer left in a hurry.

In fact, he didn't hold much hope that yuan Nanyu could find out.

If yuan Nanyu believes what yuan Shaoxu said, then he is Yan Sikong. How can he believe that yuan Shaoxu framed his "brother"? If yuan Nanyu doesn't believe what yuan Shaoxu said, then he is yuan Nanyu. Yuan Shaoxu is his brother. How can he treat his brother?

Therefore, whether yuan Nanyu can recall the past or not, he is in a dilemma between himself and Yuan Shaoxu.

In addition to Feng Ye's attitude towards him, he was very grateful for believing his innocence from the bottom of his heart and sending these things to him.

Even if his yu'er didn't remember anything, he still wanted to be nice to him, which might be instinct.

With charcoal fire and warm bedding, Yan Sikong finally got a real sleep.

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for Yan Sikong, those days in prison were a long time.

Sometimes he was confused, sometimes he was sober. What he couldn't think of in the first moment was figured out in the next moment. But when he turned around, he began to doubt again. He constantly doubted what he had believed in the past. In this repeated torture, he counted down the days.

Finally, he got married.

The day before the wedding, even in the dungeon, Yan Sikong can hear the sound of fireworks in the city. Today is the wedding day. Princess Yunlong has arrived in Taiyuan. The bridegroom and bride can't meet each other yet. It should be more festive to get married tomorrow.

Yan Sikong guessed that Fengye had already planned to get married. I'm afraid that even his in laws have chosen him. It doesn't matter who he marries. The important thing is that his in laws can give him a strong help, and then give Fengye a free hand. He himself married a wife, and he never dared to ask Fengye to keep his life for him. He felt ashamed even when he thought about it. But Fengye pretended to be affectionate, which made him deeply moved and worked harder. Now, it's disgusting to think about it.

Yan Sikong has nothing to do. With the sound of fireworks set off for Fengye's wedding, he wrote a congratulatory message to Fengye in prison. He could not help praising the gorgeous words. He has nothing to send to Fengye. In the past, his handwriting was worth a little money, but now he has a bad reputation. Even if he takes it out, he will only be despised.

Scholars pay most attention to reputation. If other people are so infamous as him, they would be ashamed and angry to commit suicide. If he had given up this thing earlier, at least he would not have to suffer for it.

After writing, he spread it out in front of his eyes and read it carefully several times. He was very satisfied.

Then he got up and went to the charcoal fire basin, threw the message into the basin, and watched the white paper devoured by the fire without blinking.

There was a sudden sound of footwork behind him.

Yan Si jumped in the hollow. For some reason, he felt that the coming man was Fengye.

He turned stiffly and stood outside the iron fence. It was Feng Ye who looked at him from afar. He was alone, with a basket in his hand.

Yan Si flipped and stirred the charcoal fire to burn the message quickly.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, opened the cell door, stepped forward, and snatched out most of the toast from the charcoal fire basin. He frowned at the words above, "what's this?"

Yan Sikong retreated to one side and said coldly, "it's a pity that it's not my letter to cooperate with the enemy." He smelled the wine on Fengye. Fengye didn't like drinking before, but now he wants to drink it as long as he's not in the war.

"What is it?"

"It's a wedding message for you. If I can't send it to you, I'll burn it to you."

"You curse me to death?" Feng Ye looks at Yan Sikong darkly.

"There is no need to be afraid of death."

Feng Ye put the message into his arms: "it's a pity that I'm destined to live for a long time. I've accepted this auxiliary word."

Yan Sikong stood aside and stopped talking.

"Do you know what I'm going to do with you?" Feng Ye put his basket on the table.

"Whatever."

"I have never been kind to traitors. Do you remember the fate of the collaborator I caught last time?""Five horses split up." Yan Si empty face has no facial expression way.

Feng Ye showed a cruel smile: "I will not kill you, because you are still useful, but ah Li is different. He helps you to cooperate with the enemy and treat it as a military law."

Yan Sikong raised his head and said in a cruel voice, "I said, don't move him."

"If you want to save his life, do as I say." Feng Ye looks at his eyes, no temperature, better than strangers.

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye deeply: "Feng Ye, you can do whatever you want. I don't know what Yan Sikong has done. There's no need to talk nonsense."

Feng Ye lifted the cloth on the basket. There were two pots of wine and a red cloth inside.

Yan Si Kong takes a look, suspicious in the heart.

Feng Ye grabbed the cloth and threw it into his arms: "put it on."

Yan Sikong's hand trembled slightly. When he spread out the cloth, he found that it was a xipa.