Chasing King

Chen Kai glanced at the crowd, but he didn't look happy to be on the big treasure. It's too early to be happy now. Even if he became emperor one day, thinking that he didn't control the four frontier prefectures, he would be hard to sleep all his life.

That's the price.

He said: "the document is drawn up by Mr. Shen..."

"No, it's up to me." Yan Sikong said, "I'll send it to you for inspection after drawing it up."

Shen Hexuan said, "it's OK."

Yan Sikong looked at Shen Hexuan: "this may be the last time for you and me. I hope brother Shen will treasure it." Jiangshan, it's up to you.

Shen Hexuan looked at Yan Sikong deeply, and suddenly remembered the scene of the two people's autumn test together. At that time, they were young and energetic, with a passion for serving the country, and wanted to do a famous career in history. After more than ten years of ups and downs in the official world, he could not even remember what he was.

In his heart a burst of bitterness, at this time there are many resentment objection, also lazy to mention, only gently nodded: "treasure."

Yan Sikong also looked at Shen Hexuan hard, then he pulled the reins lightly and wanted to turn the horse's head, but Chen stopped him: "sir."

Yansi stopped.

"I want to speak to you alone."

Feng Ye said coldly, "no way."

Yan Sikong took a look at Fengye: "don't worry, wolf king, go back to the city first."

Feng Ye hesitates for a moment. He stares at Chen Kai with warning in his eyes, retreats with yuan Nanyu, and stops in the distance waiting for Yan Sikong.

Shen Hexuan also waved his whip and drove his chariot back to the army.

Yan Sikong and Chen Bi sit on the horse and stand face to face. The dull and strange atmosphere flows between them.

"Do you regret it, sir?" Chen suddenly asked.

Yan Sikong laughed: "which one do you mean?"

"It's about me." Chen Bi quietly looked at Yan Sikong's eyes, "can regret teaching me, can regret helping me, can regret betraying me."

"There are too many things I want to regret in my life, but it doesn't help, so I decided not to regret anything."

"Can people really have no regrets?" Chen sneered, "I guess you must be very regretful. You've traveled thousands of miles to Yunnan to help me, the useless prince. Now your beloved wolf king is going to give me the land you've beaten down."

Yan Sikong looked up at the sky. It was a spring afternoon. The wind was cool and the sky was high and the clouds were light. He said, "the traitor you planted revealed the march route of Fengye. On the day when he was in ambush, I watched the stars at night. I thought it was Fengye. Now, it's you."

Chen did not speak.

"In the dark, everything has a definite number." Yan Sikong said calmly, "if I didn't support you at that time, and if I didn't set up an army in the field, I would be encircled and suppressed by the vassal kings. You have achieved each other."

"I wish I didn't have him." Chen Shu clenched the whip, "if you don't have Fengye, you will serve me wholeheartedly. You and I agreed that I would be emperor and you would be Zaifu and revive the great Shengjiang mountain. Do you remember? "

"I've never forgotten anything." Yan Sikong said, "I really wanted you to be emperor, but I should have seen that you are not a puppet who can be manipulated."

"Fengye got everything I wanted." Chen Yu was smiling darkly, "but at least now, I've snatched the throne from him."

"I hope you get what you want and remember what I taught you, how to be king, how to use people, how to govern the country and how to pacify the people." Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "listen to Lord Shen's advice more. He is the real Minister of the country."

"You know, when I was young, there was not a day when I didn't want to be an emperor. Only when I was the son of heaven could I make people dare not bully my mother and son any more." Looking back on the unbearable past, Chen Kai could not hide his hatred in his eyes. "My father didn't want me to be emperor, and many people didn't want me to be emperor, so I thought that one day I would be emperor, and I would be emperor Mingjun who would be praised by the future generations forever. I would let all the people in the world and the future generations see that I was born to be emperor!"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "well, I will watch you in the north and see you bring peace and prosperity to the people. But if one day, you will become an infatuated and treacherous prince, your fate may not be better than your father."

Chen Bi looked at Yan Sikong's eyes, mixed with unspeakable complex emotions. He said with a smile, "Sir, do you know who I hate the most in the world?"

Yan Si looked at him with a blank face.

"It's not the father, it's not Fengye, it's you." Chen's lips trembled, "when you burn my food and grass, when you are between me and Fengye, you always choose him without hesitation After my mother's death, you used to be the person I liked and trusted the most in the world, so I hate you the most. "

"So, are you going to get back at me with my brother?" Yan Si said in a cold voice, "do you know if you dare to do harm to him, even if you touch his finger, Xuanhua will go to the capital, and you can reach ten days in a hurry."

Chen Bi began to laugh, which made Yan Sikong's back chilly. He said: "don't worry, sir. I will treat him well. I want you to watch him go south to Beijing every year after the autumn harvest, and then wait for him to go back, thinking about whether he is in danger in the capital and living like you. Day after day, year after year, I don't know which day, he will never come back to you again. Ha ha ha haYan Sikong's cheek twitched. He didn't get angry but laughed: "just like you, sitting on the Dragon chair, you always have to look north with fear. I don't know that one day, the wolf flag of Fengjia will be flaunting in your Wangji again."

Chen said with a smile, "you are my husband. If you and I can see each other again in this life, there must be a man who has become a prisoner. "

Yan Sikong nodded: "yes, so it's better not to see you in this life."

Chen Bi gave Yan Sikong a deep look and tightened the reins. The horse stepped lightly on the spot. He lowered his eyes and turned the horse's head away.

"Guaer."

Chen is stiff all over.

Yan Sikong looked at Chen's back and saw the poor boy who was hiding in his arms crying. His heart was tight and he was filled with emotion. He called out these two words unconsciously.

Chen turned his head tremblingly, his eyes red.

"Do you know why the emperor claimed to be" alone "

Chen's thin lips moved, unable to speak.

"When you sit on the throne, you will understand." Yan Sikong took a last look at Chen, turned his horse's head, left the last sentence behind, and floated into Chen's ears with the wind, "take care of yourself."

-

after returning to Guangning, Yan Si fancies to have a talk with yuan Nanyu, but yuan Nanyu seems to have deliberately evaded and hurried away on the grounds of military affairs.

So Yan Sikong went back to the room and began to draft the relevant documents.

Late at night, Yan Sikong, who has been lying at his desk, suddenly heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open. Feng Ye stepped into the house. A maid came in with the food. She put the tray on the table. She bowed and retreated in silence.

Yan Sikong explained, "I'm writing..."

"I know what you're writing." Feng yeleng snorted, "Chen Xiaoxiao thinks that he has been in the throne for 23 years. It's not bad these days. Don't write about it. He'll have dinner."

Yan Sikong put down his pen, got up and went to the table. Feng Ye sat opposite him and looked at him quietly.

Yan Sikong took two bites: "don't you eat?"

"I have." Feng Ye said softly, "I want to watch you eat."

Yan Sikong has no appetite. Maybe the changes happened these days are too big. Maybe he still thinks about how to write the document in his heart. Maybe it's just because Feng Ye is staring at him.

After eating a bowl of rice quickly, Yan Sikong couldn't swallow any more. He looked up at Feng Ye and said, "I'm full."

"Too little." Feng Ye took a look at the food, dissatisfied with the way.

"I don't have much appetite today." Yan Sikong put down the chopsticks and asked, "do you have something to say?"

Feng Ye stares at the person in front of him, and says: "I want to stay tonight."

Yan Sikong blinked: "your injury is not good."

"I don't do anything. I just want to sleep with you."

Yan Si paused and nodded.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's cramped expression and gave a bitter smile: "serve me to bed."

Yan Sikong got up, poured the hot water sitting on the stove into the basin, soaked the cloth, wrung it dry, and waited on Feng Ye to wipe his hands and face.

Yan Sikong holds Feng Ye's hand and carefully wipes each slender and powerful finger. Then those fingers unconsciously twist their own fingers. Yan Sikong looks at the tangled fingers, just like their fate. They are intertwined and hard to separate.

He no longer resists fate, because he has resisted for half of his life and has been defeated in a mess. If it is his life to entangle with Fengye all his life, should he obey it?

Even if he doesn't obey his orders, he should obey the wolf king's hometown he keeps and the river he gives up.

"Mr. Yan, you are so smart that you can't even speak now." Feng Ye looked up at him.

Yan Sikong pulled out a smile with the corner of his mouth: "I'll change clothes for you." He pulled back his fingers, put down the cloth towel, dressed for Fengye, and carefully lifted his legs to the bed.

Feng Ye sat at the head of the bed, watching Yan Sikong wipe his hands and face, take off his coat and come to the bedside with his inner clothes.

They looked at each other and shared the same bed. It was like a hundred years ago, when they were young, the sweet past seemed to have happened to others. They used to be so close, but now they care for each other, mostly speechless.

Feng Ye is sour and astringent in his heart. He reaches out his hand to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong took his hand and lay down beside him.

Feng Ye is close to Yan Sikong, breathing heavily.

Yan Sikong opened his mouth and said, "did you ride a horse today

"No Feng yedun, whispered, "do you only care about my injury now?"

"You almost died. How can you underestimate this injury?"

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and put it on his chest: "you feel it, my heart is still beating, just like before."

Yan Sikong put the back of his hand close to Feng Ye's chest, felt a slight tremor, and unconsciously relaxed his body: "if you survive, you will be blessed. Keep it carefully.""Of course." Feng Ye said with a low smile, "I wish it would be ready right away. You are lying next to me, my mind is full of your naked, seductive look Do you know how much I want you

Yan Sikong's relaxed body tightened up again.

"But I know." Feng Ye whispered, "you are still resisting me. After I have done everything I can, you are only paying me for guarding Guangning. "

Yan Sikong was silent.

"I often think about what I did to you Those things, I think, if someone does that to me, I'll be unforgivable all my life. " Feng Ye said in a dumb voice, "kong'er, can I still see your sincerity?"

Yan Sikong took a breath: "Fengye, there are no people or things in the world that can be perfect. Everyone is" inadequate ". Why should we be persistent?"

"Then don't fight for it." Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's hand tightly, as if people around him would disappear. "I'll try my best to get what I want. It's a point, a point."

Yan Si was so depressed that she didn't know how to answer.

For him, Fengye gave up what few people in the world could give up - the supreme power. He was shocked, he was grateful, and he could take his life to do this "reward".

But he can't take out a heartless heart. It's not that he doesn't want to, it's not that he can't. It's like a person's hands are burned by fire again and again. Even if the fire is really not hot, he can't reach out without hesitation.

Fengye was the only one he had ever loved in his life, but he couldn't let go of his guard against this man.