Chasing King

Yan Sikong's chest was exposed in front of Feng Ye, but now her white and smooth skin is covered with a ferocious scar.

The scars are like ugly monsters perched on the skin texture, concave and convex, curly and continuous. Some of them are the same as the skin color, and some are still light lotus color. They show how the owner of the body has suffered.

Feng Ye looked at those dazzling scars and forgot to breathe for a moment.

At first, Yan was shocked, but he didn't want to look at it.

When Fengye recovered from his rigidity, his body shuddered uncontrollably, and his heart was torn like a sharp pain. The pain of sharp arrow penetrating his chest could not even compare with that of eleven!

He tugged at Yan Sikong's clothes, but he only felt that his whole body was out of force. These arms, which can open two stone bows and are known as natural divine power, could not even control the light cloth. He murmured: "where else Where else... "

Yan Sikong snatched back his skirt from Fengye's hand and said softly, "just arms and legs. It's already good."

“…… Why... " Feng Ye's voice was hoarse and illegible, "don't tell me..."

Yan Sikong stretched out his hand to wipe off the bloodstain on the corner of his lips. His tone was so flat: "tell you what to do."

Feng Ye stares at the chest with his red eyes, thinking about how Yan Sikong died of despair and went into the infernal sea of fire. He is dazzled in front of his eyes, and his regret and heartache rush in like tides, killing him and enlightening him.

Yeah, tell him what to do? He could neither protect Yan Sikong from the burning fire nor help Yan Sikong heal his wounds. He made mistakes again and again. The person he loved most in his life paid the most for him and was deeply hurt by him.

He hated fate, he hated villain slander, but he hated himself most, because it was he who suffered the most for Yan Sikong in the world.

He kept saying that he was deeply in love with Yan Sikong, but he did his best to hurt, humiliate and force him. Yan Sikong kept saying that he was deeply in love with him, but he went through fire and water for him and wasted his life and death.

Funny, he felt from beginning to end that he was the one who loved more.

He never really understood Yan Sikong, and never cared about what he really wanted.

Yan Sikong suddenly feels a little bit wet in his chest. He turns around in surprise, and sees big tears falling from Feng Ye's eyes, hitting on those scars, leaving a weak afterglow.

"Sorry..." Feng Ye fell on Yan Sikong's body, murmuring "sorry" again and again, with tears streaming down.

Yan Sikong stares at the top of the cave. Sadness flows quietly in her body. Everywhere she goes, she feels extremely cold.

"I'm sorry Free time Sorry I'm sorry... " At this time, Fengye was not the invincible wolf king, the Regent of the capital, or the Zhenbei king of the four prefectures. He was like a helpless child, buried his head in Yan Sikong's chest and cried.

Yan Sikong's tears finally trickle down, like the spring after the snow melts.

Feng Ye listened and said with a cry: "I'm sorry I won't force you any more You Let's go... " He listened to the voice hovering in his ears, but he did not dare to recognize it. He would rather die than let go of his hand, but he had to let go. His remaining reason forced him to say that sentence, and he regretted it the next moment.

Yan Sikong gently hugged Feng Ye's head and let the tears burst down the bank. Before shaking, he said in a dumb voice: "wait for you, after you get well..."

Feng Ye closed his eyes and his heart was grey.

-

when they left at dawn, the bodyguard blew up the entrance of the cave with gunpowder and made the whole cave a coffin to seal the soul.

On the way back, Feng Ye didn't say a word. Even in front of the soldiers, he couldn't hide his loss.

Until he came back to the mansion, Feng Ye took Yan Sikong's hand and looked at him with empty eyes: "what do you want and where do you want to go, just tell me, I..." The more he said, the weaker his voice became.

"No need." Yan Sikong also felt a little suddenly, he shook his head, "don't bother."

“…… You're ready. " Feng Ye nodded stiffly, slowly released Yan Sikong's hand, and turned away in silence.

Looking at Fengye's lonely back, Yan Sikong was in a complicated mood, relying on the porch pillars.

-

after that day, Feng Ye no longer asked Yan Sikong to sleep with him, but he had to eat with Yan Sikong three meals a day. During the dinner, they never mentioned what happened in the cave, but Feng Ye often looked at Yan Sikong, saw that he was absent-minded, and then looked away in a trance.

It wasn't long before the news of the new emperor's practice came from the capital. Chen Fei finally ascended the great treasure and came to the world. His name was changed to "Taihe". The thirteen princes who had been granted the title of "Ye Fu Li" were dethroned and sent to the local government without leaving any land.After he ascended the throne, he announced to the world according to the contract that he was the king of Zhenbei who granted the four prefectures of Qianzhou, Datong, Xuanhua and Liaodong. The army, politics, law and taxation of the four prefectures were all controlled by the king of Zhenbei. The imperial edict was written by Yan Sikong. The imperial court reformed the system for the powerful officials, and the feudalism that had never happened in a thousand years after Qin Dynasty reappeared. This matter is so absurd and shocking, but it was written by Yan Sikong without any leakage.

When the imperial edict was sent from the capital to Datong, Feng Ye stood up to receive the edict, and his waist was straight. After listening to the supervisor's reading, his face did not move.

Yan Sikong remembered that Feng Ye had said that he would never kneel to anyone except his grandparents. He did.

Looking at Fengye finally becoming the king of Zhenbei, Yan Sikong feels that it's time to leave.

Besides the imperial court, the powerful generals in the whole world have four prefectures in the north to serve for. Before long, the Fengye generals will have many famous counsellors, and the north will become more and more powerful with their help.

He was finally able to let go.

However, on the day of receiving the imperial edict, it was supposed to be the time for the whole army to celebrate and feast, but Fengye fell down from his horse, completely breaking the soldiers' desire to drink.