Chasing King

After the flogging, Yan Sikong's consciousness was blurred, and his skin full of bloodstains was like being burned. With every breath, he felt indescribable pain. At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the sweat on his face was like a river flowing down, and the sweat on his body was even more mixed with blood, which thoroughly penetrated the white lining.

The jailer took off the dazzling blood coat, folded it satirically and put it into the silk bag.

Shen Hexuan looked at his fleshy body. His eyes were dim and deep. He said in a low voice: "general que, Shen respects your loyalty and courage, but you have small points but no great righteousness. Your excellent generals are used to follow the anti thief. There are tens of thousands of Da Sheng generals who died in vain under your hands. It's really hateful, regrettable and lamentable. You have been flogged on your behalf If this blood garment can lead Fengxiang to Fengye, you can live a few more days. If he gives up on you, your head will soon be hanging on the tower to warn the world. "

Yan Sikong reluctantly opened his red and swollen eyes and glared at Shen Hexuan: "I It's a proper death. " He thought in his heart, how to let Shen Hexuan die.

Shen Hexuan was a little surprised in his heart. Why did his eyes look familiar? But after all, he had already seen que Ji, so he didn't think much about it. He shook his head and said nothing more. He told the jailer, "give him some medicine and don't die."

"Yes."

Shen Hexuan took the blood coat, finally looked at Yan Sikong, turned and left.

Several prison guards carry Yan Sikong into the cell and wipe up the medicine. Yan Sikong is almost on the edge of coma with pain and can only be manipulated by them. However, he still dares not close his eyes for fear that the prison guards will take advantage of his coma to take off his mask.

Fortunately, the jailers didn't have many hands, but their mouths were not idle. One of them looked at Yan Sikong and thought that he had fainted. He joked: "it's a tough guy. After thirty lashes, his lips were all bitten and he didn't cry."

"A well-known covering general is no ordinary person." Another humanitarian, "I don't know what kind of face is hidden under the mask. I'm curious."

"Don't be cheap. Let the king know. Watch your head carefully."

"I dare not." The jailer said, "look at him, and then look at the yuan, tut tut." His tone was filled with disdain.

Yan Sikong trembled all over, barely gathered a trace of consciousness, and stood up to listen.

"Which one is yuan? What's the matter? "

"It's the first wave of the general who was ambushed in dazipo. His name is yuan or something. Hey, we're not in the East District. I don't know. My brother in the East District said that today, the man surnamed yuan has been howling to see Lord Yan. If he says that Lord Yan won't go, he'll tell the secret."

"What's the secret?"

"I don't know. The Lord handed this man over to Lord Yan. Tomorrow, when Lord Yan wakes up, someone will go and report to him." The jailer said with disdain, "I think he's trying to sell for glory."

"If you want to say that the seller wants to be proud..." Another jailer sneered, "who can match Lord Yan?"

"Shh Do you want to die? Look at Mrs. Qi's face and think about the rumors. I don't understand. "

"Is it true..."

After hearing these words, Yan Si's breath was unsteady. For a moment, she couldn't even care about the sharp pain on her body. This just a few days, yuan Shaoxu can not endure? If he wants to exchange Feng Jiajun's military intelligence for freedom, he can't say anything fatal with his rank, but if he wants to threaten his identity with yuan Nanyu

For a long time, because of the yuan family's kindness to him, he was unable to kill yuan Shaoxu. Although yuan Shaoxu had done enough to kill him countless times, leaving yuan Shaoxu a dog's life was his inevitable compromise. If yuan Shaoxu really endangered the lives of him and Yuan Nanyu, he would not be merciful any more, and he would have to go underground to plead with Yuan Mao later.

But now even if he wants to kill yuan Shaoxu, how should he do it?

If Shen Hexuan really persuades king ningwang Shizi to go to Huai'an to talk about Han Wang, then yuan Nanyu has no reason to leave Pingliang. If yuan Nanyu leaves, even if Chen Yi and Shen Hexuan know their identities, his goal has been achieved. But if yuan Nanyu can't leave, he has to stay in prison and hide his identity. The longer time goes by, yuan Nanyu becomes more and more tolerant Easy to show.

Even, Shen Hexuan is about to send him to Fengxiang and lure Fengye to leave Taiyuan.

All his plans are disturbed by Shen Hexuan!

Under the double attack of flesh and soul suffering, he thought bitterly that it was all because he had let Shen Hexuan go and made such a difficult opponent. He would never make such a mistake again in his whole life.

Pain in a little bit deprive of his mind, his worry more deeply soul torture, he finally can not resist, coma in the past.

-

when yuan Nanyu woke up from her lethargy, it was already bright.

He was so sore and stiff that his eyes were so swollen that he could only split two slits. His throat was so dry and hoarse that it was difficult to make a sound. When his consciousness was completely restored, the strange dull pain in his lower body suddenly took away all his thoughts.

Last night's crazy and unbearable memories emerge one after another. He is like a zombie whose soul has been taken away, unable to move.He begged God, he repeatedly recalled, he carefully distinguished, he hoped that all that was just a nightmare, but the clear pain told him that those were true.

He is a good man, by a man

Yuan Nanyu bites his lips hard. Tears of humiliation and hatred linger between his eyes. He raises his hand to wipe them away. He refuses to shed a tear for such a disgrace. Otherwise, it will be like he has lost.

What happened last night, from the bowl of pear soup, filled his heart with hatred.

It's not that he didn't know Chen's intention to Yan Sikong, but he never thought that the woman, as Chen's concubine, would do such crazy and shameless things. But he was not wary of the weak woman, which made him think about it a thousand times or ten thousand times, and he never thought that he would have this experience!

Now his mind is full of filthy images of himself and Chen, and his shameless appearance makes him want to kill himself. What's more, he wants to cut Qi manbi and Chen into pieces!

A thousand cuts!

Regardless of the pain, yuan Nanyu reluctantly gets up from the bed. He wants to kill Qi manbi. He wants to kill Chen Kai. He wants to

As soon as the arms supporting his body softened, he rolled down from the bed and knocked his head on the footstool, and suddenly his eyes were full of stars.

He lay on his back on the cold ground, and he wished he could be a good-bye man. How could he live with such humiliation?!

Chen, Chen, Chen!

Yuan Nanyu allowed himself to imagine thousands of ways to retaliate against Chen, but he could not erase his face, his voice, his temperature, his body, his touch from his mind and body. These things were accompanied by a whole night's madness, leaving a deep mark of humiliation on on his soul.

The door of the bedroom was pushed open, and the servant rushed in: "Oh, Lord Yan!" He came over in a hurry. "Why did you fall to the ground?" He said that he was going to help yuan Nanyu.

"Don't touch me!" yuan Nanyu roared

The servant said, "the little one just helps you to bed, otherwise you will catch cold."

Yuan Nanyu bit her teeth and slowly got up from the ground. "Don't touch me." After all, he had a solid foundation in Kung Fu. At this time, he had recovered a lot and moved himself back to bed.

"My Lord, I'll wait for you to wash..."

"Go away."

"Little..."

"Go away!"

"Yes, yes." The servant nodded and went out with his chest in his head.

Yuan Nanyu lay on her side on the bed, holding her fists tightly, her eyes bursting with pain and killing.

Lord Yan.

Yes, he is now "Lord Yan". If he did not disguise himself as "Lord Yan", he would not have suffered all this. He would rather suffer from prison, torture and humiliation.

But who can blame this?

Is he yuannanyu's whole life for Yan Sikong?

For the first time, he was exiled to the northwest, nearly died and lost his memory. For the second time, he was insulted by men.

Yuan Nanyu gave a wry smile, her eyes became more and more blurred, and her chest was so stuffy that she could hardly breathe.

Well, well, if this is his destiny, he also admits that they are brothers. How can manpower disobey this fatalistic arrangement?

It doesn't help him to feel sorry for himself. At least they are still alive. Only by living can he take revenge for himself and make up for the mistakes he made. No matter what happened last night, he forbeared to say his identity in order to live.

He must live.

-

in prison, Yan Sikong was sometimes comatose and sober, and even had a fever in the middle of the night. Fortunately, he was strong enough to die if he were an ordinary person.

In this way, I don't know. After a few days, he got the news that he would be sent to Fengxiang.

In this way, it means that Fengye is going to Fengxiang.

He didn't believe that Fengye would seek peace from the imperial court. Whether it was to negotiate peace with Chen Kai or to submit to the imperial court, it would be a tactic of delaying war. With Fengye's arrogance, he could not bow his head until he died. If outsiders didn't understand this, they might be hesitant to see Fengye being attacked on all sides, but he was sure that it was all false.

However, the fact that Fengye attached great importance to yuannanyu and accepted Chen's conditions, he personally came to Fengxiang to meet him, which he expected. On the contrary, it was unwise to rush to attack Taiyuan. By what means did Chen trapped Fengye in Fengxiang? Not to mention whether we are trapped or not, even if we are trapped, Taiyuan will not be able to attack overnight.

Fengye's plan to seek peace from the imperial court really forced Shen Hexuan and Chen Bi to fight even if they were not prepared.

Today, whoever has the first chance will have more vitality.