Chasing King

Yan Sikong came to see Feng Ye when he heard the news. He saw the servant coming out of the room with a basin of blood. It was still soaked with dyed cloth. His brain was buzzing. What he saw was the picture of Feng Ye's arrow falling in his arms. His legs began to shake with fear.

He rushed into the house, and saw Feng Ye sitting on the couch, with a circle of white cloth wrapped around his chest. The place where the arrow once penetrated showed bright red blood, where it had almost healed!

Seeing Yan Sikong, Feng Ye's dim eyes brightened.

Several doctors around the bedside retreated one after another. Yan Sikong went to the bedside and gritted his teeth: "what's the matter?"

"I haven't run for a long time. I'm too excited when I'm drunk." Feng Ye said lightly, "I fell down without noticing."

"You're just injured. How can you run the horse?" Yan Sikong turned his head and glared at Fengye's bodyguard. He said harshly, "how do you serve Zhenbei king?"

Several bodyguards knelt down in a hurry: "my subordinates deserve to die."

"Forget it, don't blame them." Feng Ye raised chin, "all back down."

All the people in the house fished out.

Yan Sikong frowned and looked at Feng Ye, his face uncertain.

"Sit down." Feng Ye patted the bedside.

Yan Sikong sat down and said in a deep voice, "as the head of the four prefectures in the north, how can you do such a rash thing when you shoulder the heavy responsibility."

"Well, my uncle has just left. He has taught me a lesson." Feng Ye stretched out his hand and stroked Yan Sikong's cheek. "It's good to rest for a while." His face was very pale, but his eyes were unusually bright.

Yan Sikong looks at the dazzling bloodstain on Feng Ye's chest and is silent.

Feng Ye said in a soft voice, "I've ordered someone to go to Yaogu to prepare the best burn ointment and the decoction. You should use it on time."

"No, que forgot to give me a prescription. I've been eating it for a while and I'm in good health."

“…… He knows Feng Ye is angry, "he knows, but he helps you keep it from me."

"I told him not to say it." Yan Sikong didn't want to talk about it. "I'm already well, and you need to get better soon. You just got Jinfeng, and the people in the north are waiting to meet the new Lord."

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear, but he just fixed his eyes on Yan Sikong and said softly: "burning is the death penalty in the world. You suffered so much, but I was not by your side. You were You must hate me. "

Yan Si empty light way: "if I hate you, will not do that kind of thing."

Feng Ye sneered and nodded: "you don't hate me. You are just disappointed in me. You would rather die than see me again." Every time he thought of Yan Sikong's mood when he walked into the sea of fire and the pain of suffering from burning day and night, his heart was broken. He didn't even dare to recall what he had done to make his beloved come to that stage.

The most damned thing is himself.

Yan Sikong didn't want to feel sorry for himself. Although he did think about it at that time, he said calmly, "it's all over."

"I can't get through it." Feng Ye gazed at Yan Sikong's eyes, slowly shook his head and said in a dumb voice, "I can never pass."

“……”

Feng Ye wanted to say something else, but suddenly he twisted his eyebrows, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, which obviously affected the wound.

Yan Sikong said, "it's time for you to have a rest." He held Fengye and made him lie on his back carefully.

Feng Ye grabs Yan Sikong's hand and stares at him without blinking: "kong'er, can you accompany me?" The look and the tone were pleading.

Yan nodded and sighed.

Feng Ye puts Yan Sikong's hand to his lips and kisses him softly. His cherished attitude is like a rare treasure in his hand.

When the soft lips left warm patches on the texture, Yan Sikong felt that his heart was full of bitterness.

"I didn't treat you well." Feng Ye said with infinite regret, "no one in the world cared for you. Even I didn't treat you well and let you suffer so much."

Smelling speech, Yan Sikong unconsciously clenched his fist, which made Feng Ye's hand ache.

But Fengye didn't break his hand off. He still kisses his hand gently. He kisses the back of his hand, his phalanges and his joints. Gradually, the hand relaxes and stretches naturally. Fengye's kisses extend to his palms and fingertips.

Yan Sikong's hand is trembling, just as the tip of his heart is also trembling.

"How can you be happy?" Feng Ye pressed his cheek against Yan Sikong's palm and gently rubbed it. He murmured, "where do you want to go, what do you want, what do you want to do? What can I do to make my free time really laugh? Even if Not for me. "

Yan Sikong whispered, "I hope you Take good care of your wounds and be the king of the north of the town. Don't let down the expectations of the four prefectures in the north. "

"Well, I'll do whatever you want." Feng Ye closed his eyes. His face was close to Yan Sikong's hand, just like he was close to each other's heart. His eyelashes at the corner of his eyes were stained with tears. "You always think about others in your heart, but you think about yourself?""I You don't need anything. " He has no desire, no desire.

Feng Ye's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything at last. He just held Yan Sikong's hand, just like a drowning man holding a driftwood.

-

a few days after Fengye was canonized, zhuoletai sent a congratulatory message from Chahar, congratulating Fengye on the one hand, and pleading guilty to Fengye on the other hand, saying that Saren was willful and reckless and took her and Fengye's son back to Chahar, but Chahar would treat his royal Highness like a prince, please rest assured.

Nadahan may not have no idea that Fengze was not created by Saren, but this congratulation is a response to Fengye's request for Fengze. As they expected, nadahan would never return Fengze. In the past, it was impossible, let alone the wolf king who became the king of Zhenbei.

Fengye has to accept the reality. He has just been granted by Jin Dynasty. He still has a precarious foothold in the Northern Territory. At this time, he can only caress Chahar and never turn his face. After he really controls the Northern Territory, I'm afraid he will plan for Fengze's future as Yunlong planned.

However, the most important thing at this time is still to recuperate. After

crashed from that day, the situation of the closed field was repeated. The wound was not serious, but the wound was difficult to heal. He returned to the simultaneous interpreting of his injuries and spread in Datong.

Yan Sikong has to watch Fengye eat, drink and change medicine every day. If he doesn't go, Fengye won't cooperate. As long as he goes, even if they just say a few words or don't speak, Fengye can feel at ease with his company.

Yan Sikong feels that Fengye's dependence on him is more and more like a child, which makes him helpless.

This day, he just accompanied Fengye to finish dinner and wanted to return to his other courtyard, but he was stopped by the bodyguard, saying that Fengchang called him to ask him more.

After Fengchang returned to Datong, they only met each other when Fengye met him in front of the mansion. He knew that Fengchang was neither happy nor disdainful to him. At this time, it was not good to pass him on.

But Yan Si was as hollow as water and went with him calmly.

Feng Changyue has been overworked these years, and his temples have been dyed white. He used to be a powerful general in the battlefield, but now he is old. It's really sad.

Yan Si arched his hand: "I've seen general Feng."

The more coldly Feng Chang said, "Yan Taifu is the third Duke. I will salute you." Having said that, he didn't even plan to get up.

Yan Sikong chuckled: "the son of heaven has changed. Naturally, I can't do anything. Now, I'm nothing."

"Even if you don't want to be the" wall rider ", you are also the first counselor under the command of the king of Zhenbei. It's too modest to say" nothing. "

Yan Sikong is too lazy to fight with Feng Changyue in words. He has never met him before: "I don't know what happened when the general came to me."

"Fengye is now the king of the north of the town, and his status is more respected. His safety is related to the well-being of the people in the four prefectures in the north. It is a top priority."

"Yes."

"So if someone is against him, he must be severely punished."

"Yes." Yan Si was puzzled. He didn't know what Feng Changyue wanted to say. It seemed that someone was going to do harm to Feng Ye.

Feng Chang narrowed his eyes more and more. He was annoyed: "do you really don't know, or are you pretending to be stupid?"

Yan Sikong frowned: "I really don't know what the general is talking about. I hope the general will make it clear that if someone is against the king of Zhenbei, I can't let him go."

"One of the doctors who diagnosed and treated Fengye had a solid foundation. He said that Fengye's wound was not caused by falling from a horse, but was attacked by internal force."

Yan Sikong was shocked What

"You really don't know?" Feng Changyue's face was very ugly. "But I went to ask him, but he insisted that it was a horse crash. He was obviously hiding something. If he had any reason to hide people who dared to hurt him, it was only for you Yan Sikong!"

Yan Si's face was bloodless, and she was in a trance for a short time.

The wound of Fengye's arrow wound is split. It's Internal force?!

The longer he was, the more he said: "who is it? Why did you assassinate the king of Zhenbei? What's your relationship with this matter? Call me truthfully! "

Yan Sikong clenched his fist secretly. Who has the courage to stab Zhenbei king on the territory of Datong? If so, what reason does Fengye have not to chop the assassin to death? What does it have to do with him

No, it may only have something to do with him

A ridiculous idea flashed into my mind, and Yan Sikong suddenly fell into the ice cellar.