Chasing King

After years of wandering and following Fengye to conquer the city and land, Yan Sikong had few things he could carry for a long time. The letter he had exchanged with Zhu Lanting had already been burned by him. However, he always had the ability to remember the contents of the letter word for word. He found it for him in Fengye by remembering it and copying the letter he had just received from Zhu Lanting On the yellowing old paper, Zhu Lanting's letter was imitated.

If all these letters were sent to the court, they would be enough to kill the nine ethnic groups, such as Zhu Lanting's adultery with Yan Sikong, secretly helping the king of Chu to seize the throne, and so on. Even if emperor Zhaowu was unwilling to believe this estrangement because of his close relationship, now that Zhu family had a prince, he really seemed redundant. With his suspicious and less resourceful character, at least Zhu Lanting would be arrested and investigated, so Zhu family is the great one Disaster is coming.

Yan Sikong can imagine how furious Zhu Lanting will be when he receives this letter. He has lost Chen's trust. If he loses the court's trust again, the whole Zhu family will be doomed. As the leader of the family, he has to make a choice, although this choice may go against his will.

Zhu Lanting is a man of integrity and integrity. He has helped him several times. He feels guilty, but there is no better way to do it now. Besides, if Zhu Lanting surrenders, he can avoid tens of thousands of casualties.

On the eleventh day of the siege, Chen tried to sneak into the weak guard of the west gate, but he didn't succeed.

On the 16th day of the siege, Yan Sikong finally received a letter from Zhu Lanting. In the letter, Zhu Lanting said that he would rather die than surrender, but he agreed to persuade emperor Zhaowu to surrender, and asked Fengye to promise not to hurt the royal family or usurp the throne.

Fengye rebellion was originally under the banner of the Qing emperor. Before the situation was stable, he would not risk the world's great injustice to claim the throne. He really intended to support the baby who was still sucking.

Zhu Lanting was going to die and keep his reputation, so he would not surrender unless the emperor asked him to surrender. In order to help Zhu Lanting "give a hand", Fengye began to deliver siege equipment to the inner city gate, making a posture of attack in the near future.

At this time, Emperor Zhaowu was very anxious. He almost fought against each other when he asked for surrender. After getting the news that the king Qin's army was blocked in the outer city, but Fengye was about to attack the city, even the commander-in-chief of the garrison showed frustration and completely defeated his will.

In the spring of the 39th year of Zhaowu's reign, facing the pressure of the Fengye army and the lack of foreign aid, the courtiers asked to surrender. After being besieged in the Forbidden City for 27 days, Emperor Zhaowu surrendered.

At the moment when the gate was opened, Feng Yerong was wearing a helmet and a red robe. He was sitting on his drunken body. His blood seemed to be boiling in his body. His fingers were blue and white when he grasped the reins because of too much force. Even the horses under him felt the throb of his master, and their iron hooves kept stepping forward and backward.

Yan Sikong stood aside and couldn't help looking at the man beside him.

The ribbon of the flag caresses the red tassel on the top of his hat and helmet. His thick black armor reflects the dark cold in the hot sun. The bloody robe behind him moves with the wind. It's just a piece of silk. When it flies recklessly behind the wolf king, it seems to have the power of holding the world and the heart of swallowing mountains and rivers.

This man, this man, has Regal momentum.

Feng Ye turns his head slightly, and a pair of sharp wolf eyes stare at Yan Sikong without blinking. On his matchless handsome face, he is full of calm arrogance and arrogance. That's the eyes of the talent who is entrusted to the peak by the great power. That eyes make Yan Sikong tremble.

"Open your eyes and watch." Feng Ye sneered, "look at how I conquer the Chen family."

"Fengye, you finally got what you wanted." Yan Si has mixed feelings.

"That's my destiny. I always get what I want." Feng Ye, with a horse in his stomach, went to the gate which he had coveted for many years and represented the territory of thousands of Li.

Yan Sikong looks at Fengye's back in a dazed way. Suddenly, he feels that Fengye will disappear in his life. No, his Fengye has already disappeared.

Wolf king has been in Beijing for six years. It took him only six years to fight from Shu to Hetao, from Hetao to Datong, and from Datong to Taiyuan. Now, he has captured the outer city of the capital, besieged the inner city of the capital, and finally forced the emperor to surrender.

The world is shaking!

This may be the last breath of the Chen Sheng Dynasty. No one knows what the country will look like when it is seized of the imperial power by the Fengye scheme.

After Fengye entered Beijing, he quickly disarmed all the people in Beijing and replaced them with his own.

Zhu Lanting was brought to Fengye. His face was haggard and his hair was gray. When he left three years ago, he was in his prime of life. Now he seems to be ten years old.

Zhu Lanting took a look at Feng Ye and looked for Yan Sikong in the room.

Wang Shen said: "I wish general, see wolf king, do not kneel down."

Zhu Lanting is indifferent.

"You..." Wang Shen will kick Zhu Lanting when he comes up and is stopped by Fengye waving.

"All right, show the general a seat."

The bodyguard immediately moved the chair. Zhu Lanting sat down impolitely and looked at Feng Ye without fear: "where is Yan Sikong?""You can't see him yet."

"Why?" Zhu Lanting narrowed his eyes, "is it Is Yan Sikong really in the hands of the king of Chu? "

Feng Ye but smile speechless, Yan Sikong with yuan Nanyu mask stood aside, also silent.

"You lied to me! Where did you come from? What's the matter with his handwriting? " Zhu Lanting stood up excitedly, and the guards on both sides drew out their swords one after another.

Feng Ye comforted: "these are not important, I wish general, I have always admired you. At the beginning, you helped us seal our family. I am deeply moved and never forget. Therefore, I will keep my promise, not hurt the royal family, but also support the thirteen princes to inherit the great unification."

Zhu Lanting looked at Feng Ye hesitantly Are you serious

"Never break your promise."

Zhu Lanting pursed her lips, and the look on her face was very complicated.

"I'm afraid General Zhu hasn't slept for many days. Why don't you go to rest earlier?" Feng Ye stood up and said, "send the general back to his house."

"Where is the wolf king going?" Zhu Lanting looked nervously at Feng Ye.

Feng Ye sneered: "into the palace, see the emperor."

"I'll go with you." Looking at the Orchid Pavilion full of blood.

"Well, then, please let General Zhu lead the way." Feng Ye took a look at Yan Sikong and motioned him to follow.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath. Since he set foot on this familiar land, his mood can not be calm for a long time. After all, there are too many stories here. There are his best memories and his worst memories. There were people he loved most and people he hated most. It was only three years since he left, but he imitated Buddhism Half a lifetime passed.

On the day he left, he didn't dare to imagine that he could come back. When he really came back here, he suddenly felt that it was a dream.

He followed Fengye and rode into the palace.

This road into the palace, he walked on his feet for several years, then changed into a carriage, he never thought that one day he would ride into the palace, unless there is an urgent business, no one can ride in the city, otherwise it is regarded as a collision with the imperial power, now what they do is a collision.

The palace wall is still the red one. It uses the most joyful color to surround innumerable sinister, ugly and bloody fights. However, everyone knows the danger, but still sharpens his head to squeeze in. How sad it is.

Fengye and his army entered the palace without fear. Inside the palace walls, there was silence and depression. The bodyguards returned. Emperor Zhaowu was waiting for him in the hall of supreme harmony.

At the hall of Supreme Harmony, Fengye dismounted, and the accompanying soldiers dismounted one after another.

Feng Ye stood still, looking up at the magnificent palace, remembering all kinds of things he had done when he went to court. As long as he stepped up the steps and stepped into the door of the palace, what was facing him would be the Dragon chair that everyone wanted.

Feng Ye took a look at Yan Sikong. They looked around as if they could see each other's mood at the moment. He said: "Que forgot to go in with me, other people stay here."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Lanting said, "wolf king, the court can't wear a sword."

Feng Ye grabs his sword handle, smiles contemptuously and strides to Taihe hall.

Zhu Lanting sighed deeply, leaving only depression and regret on his face.

They walked to the front of the hall, and both of them stopped.

Yan Sikong looked at the high threshold at his feet and said in a soft voice: "every time I go to court, I think that crossing this threshold is a battlefield."

Feng Ye said, "yes."

Yan Sikong raised his feet and crossed over, followed by Fengye.

In the main hall, Emperor Zhaowu sits alone on a dragon chair, and there is only one Yu Ji beside him. Yan Sikong's eyes are full of the scenes that he echoed in the early days of his reign. Those images are like dreamy bubbles, which are hard to distinguish. It's just more desolate than before.

He is more bloated and old than before. He hasn't seen him for three years. His body seems to have been completely destroyed by himself. His face looks like earth. He doesn't have any energy left, let alone any imperial prestige.

Seeing Feng Ye, he shrank in fear.

Fengye stood under Danxi, looked up at emperor Zhaowu and called, "Your Majesty." The voice was full of cold irony.

Emperor Zhaowu grasped the armrest of the Dragon chair and tried to hold it up. The sweat on his forehead had already betrayed him. He said in a trembling voice: "Fengye, what do you want?"

"Don't worry, your majesty. Your majesty can afford what I want."

Emperor Zhaowu raised his hand to wipe the sweat. Yu Ji quickly wiped it with white silk. The old eunuch, who had served emperor Zhaowu for most of his life, had a sad face.

"You, you said you would not kill me, and my concubines and descendants."

"Fengye should keep its promise." Feng Ye looked at emperor Zhaowu with contempt and hatred in his eyes.

Yan Sikong suddenly stepped forward: "emperor, do you still remember me?"

Emperor Zhaowu was stunned, staring at the mask on Yan Sikong's face.

Yan Sikong slowly took off his mask.

"You Emperor Zhaowu excitedly pointed to Yan Sikong, "Yan, Yan Sikong, you..." He wanted to scold, but he was afraid of Fengye, but his eyes were filled with resentment.Yan Sikong said calmly: "the emperor already knows the life experience of the minister. Can he repent of his trust in the officials for many years?"

Emperor Zhaowu's lips trembled and his face was blue, but he could not speak.

"The emperor is the son of heaven, a single hair will affect the country, a step wrong, let countless people beyond redemption, but you did not care." The more Yan Sikong said, the more difficult it was to suppress the hatred in his chest, "you are just like the former Emperor, one abandoned Hetao and the other abandoned Liaobei, and you have made this picture of the disaster left by your ancestors."

"Shut up Emperor Zhaowu trembled and pointed to Yan Sikong, "anti thief, you ungrateful bandit..."

Yan Sikong gave a cold smile: "I will become a bandit, because you are a fool."

Emperor Zhaowu's face was filled with blood.

"Shut up A sharp female voice rang out and instantly echoed in the open hall.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong were stunned by the sound. Looking around, a woman in gorgeous clothes appeared at the door of the hall, holding a girl in her hand.

Yan Sikong's heart was trembling, and suddenly his face was burning, and he did not dare to look directly at the visitor.

That is the princess of emperor Zhaowu, whose first wife is wanyang.

After three years' absence, Wan Yang is still a dead fish and wild geese, but she has faded the green and astringent features of a young girl. She is graceful and elegant, with a cold face and the arrogance and alienation of a Royal Princess.

"Xi'er, what do you want a woman to do here?" Emperor Zhaowu said, "go back quickly."

"My son has seen my father." Wan Yang is in debt.

Feng Ye also looks at Wan Yang and the child in her arms. He is jealous. He clenches his fists secretly.

Wan Yang stares at Yan Sikong and walks to him step by step. He slaps him in the face.

Yan Sikong saw her action, but did not hide. He dropped his eyes silently.

He's sorry for this woman, his hairy wife.

Wan Yang said in a trembling voice: "Yan Sikong, what do you regard me as? My grand princess, like an abandoned wife, is left here by you. As a son-in-law, you betray your father.... "

“…… I'm sorry Yan Sikong whispered, "I'm sorry for you."

"Sorry? You marry me for power, you want this child for life, we are just your pawns Wan Yang was angry and wanted to fight again.

This time, her hand did not fall, but was seized by Feng Ye.

Wan Yang looks at Feng Ye with tears in his eyes and looks afraid.

"Xi'er, I know it's hard for you to be in the middle, but..." Feng Ye said coldly, "from the moment when I was killed, you should have thought of this day."

Wan Yang shed tears: "cousin, why do you have to do this, why..."

The girl in her arms reached out her little hand, touched her face and said tenderly, "mother, don't cry..."

Yan Sikong looked at the girl close at hand. Although she was not related by blood, she was his daughter in name, but he didn't even have the courage to touch her.

Feng Ye said in a low voice: "Xi'er, this is it. Accept it. You are princess Dasheng and the daughter of Feng's family. You are the only family I have left in the world. I won't treat you badly."

Wan Yang knelt down and choked: "cousin, please let go of your father, let go of your father."

Emperor Zhaowu burst into tears.

Feng Ye bent down, took the girl from Wan Yang's hand, and helped Wan Yang up from the ground: "don't cry, you just need to be filial to your aunt, and don't worry about the rest."

"Cousin, please..."

"The child..." Feng Ye stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's face. "I'm not timid. I don't cry when I'm held by strangers." When he finished, he took a look at Yan Sikong, "unfortunately, it doesn't look like you."

Yan Sikong avoided everyone's eyes. He never felt so ashamed for a moment. His intrigue and intrigue with outsiders are his choice as a man, but this is his wife and daughter, even if they are not husband and wife, even if they are not related by blood, they are also his wife and daughter, and they are extremely innocent, but he even uses them to calculate, and he really has no shame.

Wan Yang's eyes went back and forth between Emperor Zhaowu and Fengye, and his eyes were more sad.

Feng Ye holds the child and goes to Yan Sikong. He grabs the child's little hand and raises Yan Sikong's chin. He says coldly, "this is your daughter. Don't you have a good look?"

Yan Sikong raised her eyes, but her eyes were dodging. The girl looked at Yan Sikong without blinking with her big clear and bright eyes.

The girl has a pretty face. Although she is more ordinary than him and WAN Yang, she is still smart and lovely. Her eyes were so innocent and pure that she didn't know that her existence was just a conspiracy.

Yan Sikong saw his dirty and despicable self from his clean eyes. He turned his face subconsciously.

Wan Yang wiped away his tears and came forward as if to please Feng Ye: "Jinyu, call him uncle."

Feng Ye was shocked and stared at Wan Yang: "she What's your name? "Wan Yang was stunned: "Yan Jinyu."

"Jinyu. On her deathbed, my mother named me and my eldest brother's children, "the reason for this world is that I am ashamed of huaijinyu who holds LAN GUI."

"My daughter, why use your name."

Once a dialogue with Yan Sikong suddenly appeared in Feng Ye's mind. He looked at Yan Sikong deeply.