Chasing King

Feng Chang stares at Yan Sikong more and more with inquiring eyes. Seeing that his expression is unpredictable, he can't find out the truth for a moment. However, he still thinks it has something to do with Yan Sikong and asks Yan Sikong to explain it to him.

Yan Sikong was stunned for a long time before he came back to himself and said in a low voice, "general, let me check this."

"Why don't you check? Who do you want to check, how do you check, and what do you know? "

"It's not convenient to tell the general in detail for the moment."

What do you think you are

Yan Sikong was irritable and anxious, and he didn't want to talk to Fengchang any more. He looked suddenly cold, narrowed his eyes, and said darkly, "Zhenbei king can have today. I call myself a" great credit ", which is not a big trust. Therefore, Zhenbei King relies on me - whatever it is. As for what I am, it doesn't matter. The important thing is that I don't hurt the feelings between the general and the uncle and nephew of the king of Zhenbei. "

"You..." The longer the seal was blocked, the more speechless he was. Because he had never been an enemy with Yan Sikong, he almost forgot how famous Yan Sikong was.

Yan Sikong added: "in addition, the general's surname is only half" Feng ". The king of Zhenbei respects his elders, but there are some things that should not be done by others."

Feng Changyue was shocked. The relationship between Feng Ye and Yan Sikong is clear to him. He can't help guessing whether Feng Ye is beating himself by Yan Sikong's mouth. He straightens his body and looks at Yan Sikong coldly: "what's the meaning of this?"

"The general is wise. There is no need for the younger generation to talk about it." Yan Si bowed and said, "I'm leaving."

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after taking leave of Feng Changyue, Yan Sikong leaves with a cold face.

Along the way, he recalled what Feng Changyue had said.

In fact, that day Fengye fell off his horse, he already felt strange. Although drunk red was wild, he was very spiritual. He only knew Fengye as his master in his whole life. He had been fighting with Fengye for so many years and had never made any mistakes. How could he let Fengye fall down?

If Fengye didn't fall from a horse, the injury was really caused by internal force. Then, who hurt Fengye, or

As soon as she thought of that possibility, Yan Sikong felt that her heart and lung would burst open. She couldn't tell whether it was anger or pain. Feng Ye's blood gushed from his chest and his dying appearance flashed in front of his eyes like a nightmare. His eyes swelled and he couldn't even see the road at his feet for a moment.

Unconsciously, he went to the inner courtyard and stopped in front of Fengye's house.

When the guards saw Yan Sikong, they held their fists and saluted one after another. However, Yan Sikong stood in front of the door for a long time before taking a deep breath and pushing the door in.

Feng Ye is lying on the couch with a cushion. The bed is covered with official documents. He is writing and reading.

Hearing this, Feng Ye raised his head. His quiet eyes suddenly flashed pure joy: "space, you're here."

Yan Sikong quietly went to the bedside: "did you drink today's medicine?"

"Yes." Feng Ye's eyes have been following Yan Sikong since he came into the room, as if for fear of missing a glance, "sit down, and have dinner with me in the evening."

Yan Sikong glanced at the things on the bed: "these are all received by you after Jinfeng?"

"Yes, just congratulation. These are the outlines of the local military, political, legal and tax laws for the past 20 years, which I ordered government officials to submit. I'm naturally familiar with Datong. Apart from Hetao, I need to know more about Qianzhou. Xuanhua and Liaodong almost know nothing about it. "

"When you get well, you should visit the other three prefectures."

Feng Ye nodded: "it should be so."

"When will your wound heal?" Yan Si Kong stares at Feng Ye's chest, "why is it that this time it's not healing again and again?"

Feng Ye looked down, but he couldn't see anything in the wound cloth and clothes. But the pain from the torn wound tormented him day and night. Since he was injured for several months, he didn't sleep at all. He said lightly, "Xu is a doctor of Datong. His medical skill is no better than que Linghu. He should get better soon."

"I asked que to go to the medicine Valley to invite his martial uncle, martial uncle and elder martial brother. Everyone is fine. If you drag on your injury, it will hurt the root."

"Don't worry. I'll be fine after a rest." Feng Ye picked up a document at hand and said, "look, it's from Liang Huiyong. He has a great reputation in Liaodong. I plan to..."

Yan Sikong slowly pressed down his hand, staring directly at his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "your injury is not healed repeatedly, because you fell off the horse that day. Drunkenness is not human. You can't make sense, but your bodyguards don't dissuade you from running. They should be punished for dereliction of duty and make an example."

Fengye obviously did not want to continue this topic, he said: "no, I insist on riding, no wonder they."

Yan Si Kong Leng said: "they are your personal bodyguards, and they will die for your safety. Now they make you fall off your horse and hurt you. No wonder they are."

"I said I insisted on it." Feng Ye blurted out, he realized that his tone was too heavy, sighed, holding Yan Sikong's hand, and said slowly, "kong'er, it doesn't have to involve the innocent, I have my own discretion.""Proper." Yan Sikong tried to hold back his anger, "are you proper? As the king of the north of the town, you know that your safety is related to the people of the four prefectures. How can you do such rash things on the spur of the moment? Your injury would have been better. "

Feng Ye whispered, "are you in such a hurry to leave?"

What did you say

"Do you care so much about my injury, waiting for me to leave after my injury?" Feng Ziwei looks at Yan Sikong tremblingly. He is afraid to hear a word "yes" from his mouth. He is even more afraid to see indifference from his eyes. But he tries his best and can't change anything.

He can subvert the whole world, but can not save a person's heart.

"No Yan Sikong bit his teeth and stared at Feng Ye with sharp eyes: "I'm for you, for the people in the north. How can I stay in bed all the time?"

Feng Ye dodged Yan Sikong's eyes and whispered: "I will Take good care of yourself. "

Yan Sikong looks at Feng Ye's gloomy look, and the question in his heart can't be asked.

Feng Ye put down his pen and paper: "today's spring is just right. Go out with me."

Yan Sikong hesitated.

"I'm not in the way for a walk."

Yan Sikong had to help Feng Ye out of bed, put on a thin cloak for him, and accompanied him to walk out slowly.

When he came to the courtyard, Feng Ye looked at the rockery and fish pond in front of him and said, "this Taihu Lake stone is a birthday gift given to my father by the Minister of Dali Temple of the former dynasty. It was specially transported from the south of the Yangtze River. He walked for half a year on the road."

Yan Sikong looked at the huge Taihu stone. It was grotesque and rugged in shape. From the front, it looked like a stone tree pulling branches in pain. From the back, it looked like a goshawk spreading its wings, with extraordinary momentum, just like Bai Juyi's description of "looking at the old craggy from a distance, looking at the strange Qinshan from a close view.". The Taihu stone, which is so bold and big, is the quality of the imperial offering.

Feng Ye continued: "when I was a child, I didn't think it was a broken stone, but after parting with you, I went back to Datong and looked at it, thinking of the Jiangnan you and I described." He looked at Yan Sikong and said, "you said you never forget anything. Do you remember that we also agreed to travel around the world together?"

Yan Sikong pondered for a moment and said, "remember."

Feng Ye showed a gentle smile: "I want to leave everything behind and roam the river and lake with you. I want to see the autumn wind blocking the white horse, the apricot blossom misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the sunset in the long river, the rivers returning to the sea, the jagged rocks and the green mountains. I want to watch the alternation of the sun and the moon, the coldness and heat in the world with you. You said, "what kind of life is that?"

A pain in Yan Si's hollow heart. With every word of Fengye, his mind was full of imagination. Yes, what kind of life should it be? If they are not them and do not have to shoulder the heavy responsibilities that are hard to unload in their life, will they live as freely and happily as she Zhun?

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

Feng Ye looks down at Yan Sikong. He has a smile on his face, but his eyes are full of sorrow: "kong'er, I'd better go with you."

Yan Sikong lowered his head: "don't laugh."

"I..." Feng Ye's heart is full of pain. He doesn't even know whether the pain is on the watch or in the room. He only knows that Yan Sikong doesn't need a sharp arrow to pierce his heart. With a word and a look in his eyes, he murmurs: "if what I say is true."

Yan Si was flustered, but he was so calm: "you are the wolf king, the king of North Town. You have been tied to that high position all your life. Feng Ye, as I said, everyone is incomplete. You can't have everything. "

Feng Ye lowered his head and said nothing for a long time.

"It's windy outside. Let's go back to the house."

Feng Ye is still silent. Just when Yan Sikong wants to help him back to the house, he suddenly stretches his arm and holds Yan Sikong in his arms. The neat and domineering movement makes him look like an injured person.

Yan Sikong's body is stiff.

Feng Ye's voice was so weak that it was hard to breathe: "at least what I want, I dare to say it, I dare to take it. What about you? Kong'er, what do you want, not for the world, not for the people, not for the yuan family, not for me, just for yourself? "

The breath of Fengye pours into his nose, which makes Yan Si flustered, and the question of Fengye asks him.

What does he want?

Thinking about it, he didn't know what he wanted, power? Wealth? reputation? Women? Ordinary people want, he did not care, because he had all, but nothing can prevent him from falling into the abyss. Since he was 13 years old, his goal in life was revenge. He engraved the name of his enemy in his heart. Twenty years have been like a day, and he can't forget it.

But when he finally avenged himself and rehabilitated Yuanmao, he suddenly looked back and found that he had never lived for himself or cared about the desire in his heart.

He can't answer "what he wants", but if someone asks him what he doesn't dare to want, he knows.

He didn't dare to have family, love, or anyone around him, because in the end, God will take all these things away, just like countless times before, and this is his life.It's better to die alone, to yourself and to others.

Yan Sikong's silence made Feng Ye's heart plummet. He gently rubbed Yan Sikong's forehead and hair with his cheek. "Kong'er, have you ever thought about yourself? Have you ever asked yourself, what do you want from the bottom of your heart? Have you ever thought about making yourself happy? "

Yan Sikong took a deep breath No, I don't want anything. "

Feng Ye's heart is aching. He can't help but lower his head and hold Yan Sikong '.

The kiss was too light, too soft, and too careful. Yan Sikong only felt sour in his heart. He remembered all kinds of kisses with Feng Ye, green, curious, eager, passionate, violent, rude, forced, or as affectionate as now.

The more memories, the more can't help but want to cry.

He forced himself again, like a well without waves, but there was still a man in the world who could easily set off waves in his heart.

That's Fengye.