Chasing King

I don't know how long this stalemate lasted. Yan Sikong's back against the wall seemed effortless. In fact, his whole body was tense and motionless, and he was soon numb, and his psychological suffering was even more unbearable.

He couldn't help shaking his legs.

The wolf just moved his eyes.

Yan Sikong put his knife across his chest, and with courage, he slowly slid down the wall and sat on the ground.

The wolf was still unresponsive, and kept the same posture from beginning to end. His expression was serious and his manner was incomparably noble.

Now, Yan Sikong has to guess boldly that the wolf is not going to eat him, but Looking at him?

The world is full of anecdotes.

At this time, there was a sound of footwork outside the door. Yan Si's hollow head tightened and stared at the open door.

Yan Sikong was stunned when she saw the people coming in.

Although he had guessed for a long time, he still couldn't restrain the unspeakable tremor when he saw Fengye. When Fengye looked at him with a kind of eyes that he couldn't understand, the past events came one after another in front of his eyes. Suddenly, it seemed as if time was rapidly retrogressive. They all went back to their youth, the youth who could never go back.

Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slipped gently, and when he opened his mouth, he was as calm as this: "Your Highness, what do you mean by that? Do you know that it is a great crime to hijack the official of the imperial court?"

Feng Ye sneered: "it's a big crime to dissect and humiliate the corpse of a horse, and it's a big crime to attack the prince's son. Have you committed the crime?"

Yan Sikong's lips trembled slightly. In a blank brain, there was only one thought - he remembered me.

At that moment, there seemed to be thousands of grievances pouring into my heart, and a sour feeling suddenly appeared in my nose.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong deeply, and his chest heaved.

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes, covered up his inexplicable emotion and said in a low voice: "Your Highness Can you let the wolf go first

Yan Sikong hugged the dagger tightly. Regardless of the image, he wished it could not be embedded in the wall. It was a bit funny and pitiful. Feng Ye held back a smile and a trace of banter flashed in his eyes. He reached out and touched the wolf's head: "what's this wolf? It's Feng Hun. It's my brother."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "can you let His highness fenghun For a while? "

"We drank the milk of a female wolf." Fengye hugged fenghun's neck, "is it very powerful?"

“…… Prestige. "

Fenghun stretched out his thick meat claw, pulled Fengye's hand down from his neck, and then continued to sit upright.

"I let it look at you, how, so scared?" Feng Ye sneered, "didn't you have the courage before?"

"What advice does your highness have?" Yan Sikong also felt that he was shrinking in the corner of the wall. He stood up with the wall.

Feng Ye snorted heavily: "I haven't asked you, but you dare to question me."

"What does your highness want to ask me?" What happened on that day was so shocking that he had lost his temper.

Feng yedun: "I ask you three questions, if you answer well, I will let it go."

"I will answer truthfully."

Yan Sikong's official voice was very harsh. Feng Ye frowned: "did you give advice to Xue Bo to help me tame the horse that spring hunting day?"

"Yes."

"If I don't come to you, when are you going to come to me?"

“……”

Fengye tone is not good: "say."

"When I heard that his highness Shizi had turned away all the visitors, I guess he didn't like being disturbed and didn't dare to be abrupt."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Feng soul, get closer."

"Don't..." Yan Sikong retreated to the corner in horror.

Fenghun stands up, walks to yansikong step by step, and stops a few steps in front of him.

Yan Sikong looked at the huge wolf head, the white eyes, and the silver gray hair. His breathing became extremely cautious. The closer he got, the more he could feel how huge and magnificent fenghun was. Was this really a wolf?

Feng Ye holds his chest and looks at Yan Sikong: "the last question, if I don't like the answer, you can stay in the room with it today."

Yan Sikong took a cold breath and scolded Feng Ye: "Your Highness Excuse me

Feng Ye Mou suddenly flashed a sharp light: "you didn't die, why didn't you come to me!"

Yan Si was so stiff that he quietly looked into Feng Ye's eyes.

At that moment, the two people's eyes in the air were not clear.

"Say, after your family accident, my father specially sent someone to Guangning to meet you. When he learned that you were assigned to the northwest, he ordered someone to look for you, but he said you had died in the quarry..."

"What's the use of looking for you!" Yan Sikong suddenly roared.

Feng Ye was stunned.

Yan Sikong stares at Feng Ye, his eyes are red.

He has nothing left. His father was wrongly killed on the guillotine, and his younger brother was exiled instead of him and died in a foreign land. When he took the money from his life to find yuan Nanyu, he got a cold death news. At that moment, he knew that all that supported him was hatred, only hatred.I didn't expect that after many years, someone would uncover his scar face to face.

It's already so painful.

Feng Ye's eyes glared at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "Datong It's too far away. "

When he was most desperate and helpless, he wanted to go to Datong to find Fengye, but he lost his courage when he saw that Yuan Weiling had been withdrawn from his family, and the people who had made friends with the yuan family had given up on them. Datong is too far away, the heart is too far away, the road he wants to take is full of thorns and blood everywhere, and he is doomed to walk alone all his life.

Fengye was silent for a moment, patted fenghun's back, fenghun turned and left.

Yan Sikong was relieved.

Feng ye murmured: "you come to me, at least I won't let you suffer."

Yan Si hollow bottom slightly hot, soft voice way: "thank your highness."

They fell into an awkward silence.

After all, I haven't seen you for ten years. It's a time of vicissitudes. Now that I'm an official in the same Dynasty, I can't avoid the disparity of identity, and I can't be as close as I was when I was a child.

Feng Ye said, "come here."

Yan Sikong hesitated and said, "there are still some junior officials..."

Fengye said domineering: "I told you to follow me, how, was fenghun scared legs soft?"

Yan Sikong had to follow.

Fengye led him all the way through the winding carving corridor, Biwa Zhuyu (Du Meng). The courtyard was deep, and the newly purchased Fengjia mansion was really impressive.

Far away, Yan Sikong smelled a familiar smell - horse dung.

Feng Ye brought him to the stable.

There was a trace of expectation in Yan Si's hollow, whether he would see the rare horse soon.

Sure enough, when they approached the stable, the red king of Tianshan Mountain was eating grass leisurely. He occupied four mangers with one horse, and the other horses were far away from him.

Yan Sikong stepped forward, but he didn't get close. He was afraid of being kicked. He just said with admiration: "the top horse."

Feng Ye grabbed a carrot and put it into Ma Wang's mouth. While stroking his mane, he looked at Yan Sikong standing cautiously one foot away and laughed: "come here, he doesn't bite."

Yan Sikong walked over and carefully reached out his hand and touched the horse's face. The horse just turned his eyes and still chewed carrots. Then he had the courage to touch the horse king's back, abdomen and thigh all the way, feeling the strength of the hard and stony muscles passing through his palm.

It's a gift that there should be such a perfect horse in the world.

Yan Sikong asked, "what's its name?"

"You're here for this." "I don't think it's worthy of your name," he said

Yan Sikong thought a little, and said, "the cup is still like a young man. It's like the frost on his temples. It's better to call it" drunk red "than to call it" drunk red "

I wish my youth were not old and drunk.

"Drunk red." Feng Ye's eyes brightened, "when you drink like a teenager, this name is good."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's high spirited handsome beauty face and said with a smile: "only your Highness has the heroic spirit of lying in the battlefield, and only your Highness's war horse is worthy of the name of immortality."

Feng Ye's bright eyes twinkled, shining over the stars. He said with a smile: "I'm still so good at talking. I'll take you with me and drive drunk red for a run some other day. After all, I can get this God foal. You've made a great contribution."

"Thank you, your highness, but I'm afraid I'll..."

Feng Ye suddenly lowered his head and came over. Yan Sikong was startled and flashed back. Feng Ye's face was so close that he could even feel the warm breath from his nose. He only heard Feng Ye's joking voice: "how did you become so short?"

Yan Sikong is helpless: "Your Highness has grown tall."

"You can't beat me."

"Your Highness is laughing."

"Where's the dagger I gave you?"

Yan Sikong said sadly: "in order to make a living, I pawned it."

At that time, he was driven out of the house by yuan Shaoxu. In fact, he went back secretly. He took the dagger Fengye gave him as fifty taels of silver and gave it to Yuan Weiling, asking her to leave Guangning as soon as possible with her family.

Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "you and I have already forgotten our agreement."

Yan Sikong's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head to hide the palpitation in his eyes. He said in a soft voice: "I've had a lot of troubles, but I'm afraid I don't remember very well

Feng Ye looked at him disappointedly: "forget it, don't blame you."

Yan Si Kong couldn't help but smile, and a small round face suddenly appeared in front of her.

If I can see him again, I will know that he is well and has not been forgotten by him It's enough. After all, few people in the world remember yuansikong.

"Hungry? Come to dinner with me. "

"Xiaguan..."

"What do I want you to do..." Feng Ye pointed at him with his fingers, "you just do what you want, and don't talk nonsense."Yan think hollow think, seal wild, afraid is not how to change.

The two came to the atrium, where a large locust tree was covered with green and shade, and the locust flowers were blooming. The spring breeze swept gently, and the pink petals drifted away with the wind, spreading all over the ground, like silk and wadding. The light fragrance was diffused in the air, as if it was surrounded by fairy Qi.

Under the tree, a table of wine and vegetables had already been prepared. Xue Bo stood at the table, smiling at them. Not far away, Feng Hun was leaning against the tree trunk and nodding.

This quiet and good picture still makes Yan Sikong remember many years later, even if the reality is beyond recognition.

Two people go forward, Xue Bochong Yan think empty bow body: "Yan Lord, last night have offended, hope adult forgive."

"It was you last night?" Yan Sikong was a little surprised. Xue Bo looked so ordinary that he had a good Kung Fu.

Xue Bo said with a smile: "if you still feel uncomfortable, you can drink a bowl of chicken soup to moisten your heart and lungs."

"I'm fine." Yan Sikong takes a look at Feng Ye, but he has nothing to do with the culprit.

Fengye sat down. Yan Sikong refused to turn his back to fenghun, so he sat down next to Fengye. Fengye saw through it and mocked: "are you so afraid of it? Fenghun grew up with me, and he is very spiritual. "

"If you are a spirit beast, you should be in awe." Yan Si hollow thought, in the end is a beast, in case of crazy bite how to do.

Feng Ye said with a smile: "Xue Bo, pour the wine."

Yan Sikong watched Xue Bo pick up the wine jar and fill it with two bowls of wine. Although he is a good drinker, he drinks a lot in the daytime. He is just like a dandy.

And when he had poured the wine, he withdrew.

"How much do you drink?" Feng Ye holds up the wine bowl and raises it to Yan Sikong.

"Fair."

"Oh, you lose to me again." Feng Ye forced the wine bowl into his hand and ordered, "dry."

Yan Sikong had no choice but to smile, covered his face with his sleeve, looked up and gulped a bowl of wine into his stomach, then wiped his mouth: "well, good cold pool fragrance."

Feng Ye looks at Yan Si's clean wine bowl in his empty hand and turns pale.

"Your Highness, please."

Feng Ye curled his mouth, raised his bowl, drank bravely, and his throat knot was full of vitality like him.

A bowl of drink dry, seal wild heroic smile way: "good wine!" He picked up the wine jar with one hand, filled two bowls, and then looked straight into Yan Sikong's eyes, "tell me about your ten years."