Chasing King

At this time, it was late at night, the lights on the tower were bright, and the city guards were all ready.

Zhuoletai didn't attack the city immediately. In order to fill the trench, they suffered heavy damage and the three armies were tired. At this time, they surrounded but didn't move.

Yan Sikong saw that drollette had no intention of attacking for the time being, and then he retreated from the city tower. After standing in the cold wind all day, his feet were almost unconscious.

He sent four bodyguards to check the situation of Fengye, but the door of the room was never opened, and his heart was always hanging in the air. At this time, he couldn't wait and decided to go back and have a look in person. He paid attention to Liang Huiyong and told him as soon as he had any information. Then he took a horse and ran to the post house.

There was a candle in Fengye's room. The orange light leaking from the crack of the door seemed even warm.

In the yard, there were a lot of bodyguards and servants waiting for him. Yan Sikong went over and took a deep breath How about it? " He had tried to keep his composure, but his mouth was open and his voice was still trembling slightly.

"My Lord." Feng Ye's bodyguard arched his hand and said, "only the two boys went in and out, asking nothing."

Yan Sikong frowned at the closed door and walked slowly.

After winter, the doors and windows must be nailed with thick quilts to keep out the cold, so although Yan Sikong was close to the doors and windows, he could only hear the rustling sound inside. As for what people were saying, he could not hear clearly.

As long as the door is not opened, Fengye will always be alive.

Standing in front of the door, he suddenly realized the mood of Fengye when he disappeared.

Every minute, drowned in pain, despair and fear, was like a knife to his heart.

He knew that even if he died thousands of times, he could not really forget his love for Fengye, who was the only one he had ever loved and given him real joy in his life.

He just didn't want to be stuck.

What he really put down was what Fengye had given him. The good and the bad were no longer nostalgic for him and no longer resentful. Fengye's arrow on his behalf was the end of their enmity.

But no matter where he is in the world, even if he is ten thousand away, he hopes to seal the field well.

God can't even do this?

All of a sudden, there was a creaking sound from the door, Yan Sikong's heart suddenly tightened, and he opened his eyes, almost unable to breathe in fear.

The door opened and the boy came out with a basin full of blood in his hand.

Yan Si stood in front of him and opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. His sweat rolled down his cheek.

The boy looked at him, just about to speak, a voice came from the door: "let him in."

It's yuan Nanyu's voice!

Yan Si wanted to raise his leg, but the leg didn't listen to him. Fear grabbed him like chains. Not long ago, he faced the besieged city by tens of thousands of troops, and his face did not change.

He took a breath, suppressed his fear, stepped over the threshold and went in.

The charcoal fire in the house was very hot, almost sultry, which made the smell of blood, medicine and wine disappear everywhere. It was so mixed that Yan Sikong could not help retching.

Que Linghu and Yuan Nanyu are standing in front of Fengye bed. The front of their clothes is full of sweat and blood. The girl squats aside to clean up the bloody cloth on the ground.

Yan Sikong stood at the door, gazing at yuan Nanyu from a distance, and asked silently with praying eyes.

Yuan Nanyu's face was tired and his hair was wet with sweat. He said in a dumb voice: "second brother, he's OK for the moment."

Yan Sikong's legs were weak, and he held the door frame with all his strength. His eyes were red. He said in a soft voice: "my dear I hope I can sacrifice my life to repay leader Xie Que's help in the future. "

Que Linghu's face was a little pale, but his spirit was not dispirited. He said, "I've written it down."

Yuannanyu respectfully said: "master, please go to have a rest."

The boy came to help que Linghu and left together.

Yan Sikong then walked over with heavy legs.

Yuan Nanyu took a look at the man on the bed and Yan Sikong again. She was still scared and said, "Fengye can survive because of the help of the master."

Yan Sikong walks up to yuan Nanyu, hugs him and buries his face in his neck.

Yuan Nanyu hugs Yan Sikong: "second brother, it's OK. He's strong and strong. He'll get better."

"He survived because you put So important Xuan Tian Dan gave him Yan Sikong said in a low voice.

"Medicine is used to save people. Besides, I didn't save him alone." Yuan Nanyu stroked Yan Sikong's back, "he is alive, Liaodong has hope."

Yan Sikong nodded: "yu'er, thank you. Without you, my second brother really doesn't know what to do."

Yuan Nan Yu gently smile: "between you and me, also talk about what thank you."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes. The smell of yuan Nanyu was very bad, but his warm and solid chest made him feel at ease.Yuan Nanyu said, "second brother, do you know why I liked to wear the same clothes as you when I was a child?"

Yan Sikong whispered, "I know."

"It's not just because I want to be closer to you." Yuan Nan Yu said with a smile, "at that time, I felt that we were one, regardless of each other, as if as long as I wore the same clothes as you, we were one person. Your cleverness is my cleverness, and your kindness is my kindness. Similarly, your pain is also my pain. Therefore, the second brother never needs to say "thank you" to me. "

Yan Sikong's voice choked: "yu'er, my second brother often feels that I don't deserve your deep affection."

"You spend most of your life avenging my yuan family, and I don't think you deserve it..." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "it's useless to discuss this. That's why I said, "we are one. You are right for me and I am right for you."

Yan Sikong nodded: "OK, OK."

"Go and see him. The soul has been guarding him all the time. If you need anything, just call the master's two disciples." Yuan Nanyu wiped the sweat on her forehead. "I'll have a rest."

"Yu'er, I'm afraid you can't rest." Yan Sikong calmed down and said, "zhuoletai has attacked the city."

Yuan Nan Yu surprised: "when?"

"Today." Yan Sikong said, "fengjiajun is dispatched by General Liang at this time, but they can't have a tacit understanding, and Fengye is injured and morale is low. You must go to stabilize the morale of the army immediately."

Yuan Nanyu said, "OK, I'll go right away." He left in a hurry.

Yan Sikong takes a deep breath and walks to the bedside.

Fenghun is still lying on the cushion beside him. He has gone to sleep now. He used to be very alert. He would wake up if there was any movement. At this time, someone approached him and didn't open his eyes.

Even if que Linghu didn't say it, he knew that his time was running out. Maybe he was waiting for Feng Ye to wake up with this breath.

Yan Si, with a sour nose, looked at the man on the bed, whose eyes were closed and whose face was bloodless. He sat silently beside the bed, stretched out his hand and pasted Feng Ye's cheek.

Fingers touch, warm skin, and thick stubble.

Yan Sikong widened his eyes to prevent the tears from falling from the hanging frame. His heart was dull and he leaned against the head of the bed weakly. His chest was slightly undulating and his eyes were looking forward.

Feng Ye is alive, alive.

That's enough for him.

Yan Sikong was so tired that he leaned on the head of the bed and fell asleep. Only when there was a dull groan in his ear did he suddenly wake up.

When he realized that he had fallen asleep unconsciously, he was very upset, but Liang Huiyong didn't send someone to come, and Yuan Nanyu was sitting on the top of the city. Now zhuoletai has not attacked the city.

Yan Si lowers his head, but Feng Ye's brow is wrinkled, his face is full of sweat, and his mouth is full of groaning.

Yan Sikong took the cloth towel and gently wiped the sweat on his face.

Feng Ye's eyelashes kept trembling. It seemed that he struggled in the mire of nightmare for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Sikong's heart was beating wildly and he was staring at Feng Ye.

It took a long time for Feng Ye's eyes to wake up. His vision seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. The mist gradually dispersed, and his eyes became clear, reflecting a familiar face.

"Feng Ye, you wake up..." Yan Sikong said nervously, "how do you feel? Can you talk? "

Feng Ye gazed at Yan Sikong for a long time before he opened his mouth and uttered a hoarse voice: "empty My son... "

Yan Sikong took a long breath and murmured, "wake up, you wake up That's great. "

Feng Ye's eyes are dense, looking at Yan Sikong without blinking.

Yan Sikong said softly, "you almost died If you were someone else, you would almost die. Maybe Yama really didn't dare to accept you. "

Feng Ye said weakly, "I can see you again That's good. " "Thank you very much, yu'er."

"Jin, Jin Bing..." Fengye seems to affect the chest injury, the whole face wrinkled up, he asked.

"Zhuoletai has attacked the city. As we planned, Guangning can still hold on." Yan Sikong wiped his face and stood up, "don't talk. I'll call the doctor."

"No..." Feng Ye wants to keep Yan Sikong, but he even needs the strength to open his mouth.

Yan Si Kong leaned down and looked into Feng Ye's eyes: "you need to recuperate now."

"Don't go..." Feng Ye's dry lips moved slightly, imploring, "don't go."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and said softly, "I'm not going. I'm just going to ask the doctor to see you."

"Don't leave in time." Feng Ye's eyes were red, and his consciousness was not clear. In his confused mind, the person in front of him was the only one he thought was important at this time.

"I'll be right back." Yan Sikong looks at Feng Ye and turns to find someone.

"No..." Feng Ye trembled all over, but he could only watch Yan Sikong walk out of his sight. He felt the tearing pain coming from his chest.

Yan Sikong goes to find que Linghu's apprentice, and the two boys invite que Linghu. At this time, Feng Ye's consciousness is blurred again, and he murmurs Yan Sikong's name.Que Ling Hu gave Fengye a pulse, and then stabbed the acupoints with silver needles to make Fengye gradually calm down and go to sleep again.

Yan Sikong's worried eyes wandered between Fengye and que Linghu.

After finishing all this, que Linghu took the cloth towel from the boy, wiped his hands and said, "he's OK. When he wakes up again, he can have some liquid food."

Yan Sikong took a long breath.

Que Ling Hu looked at Feng Ye and said, "he is one of the strongest people I've ever seen. If someone else has been injured so badly, the immortal daruo can't save him."

"It's all up to the headmaster of the que to make a comeback."

Que Linghu looked at Yan Sikong and said, "if he is not injured for the sake of Liaodong people, even the emperor Laozi will not ask me to leave Yaogu."

"Although headmaster que lives in seclusion in the medicine Valley, he cares about the world. I really admire him. There is a immortal like headmaster Que in this world. I'm very lucky that I can see him."

"All right." Que Linghu sneered, "I've heard that you, Yan Sikong, have a lotus tongue. With your mouth, I don't know how many people will be coaxed around."

"This is from the bottom of my heart. I can't express my gratitude to leader que."

Que Linghu stood up and said, "thank you very much for your brother. Xuantian Dan is a rare thing. I hope that this treasure can save a loyal and good man who can build up the country and stabilize the country, not an ambitious and militaristic traitor."