Chasing King

Feng Ye was lying on the couch, his face overcast, staring at the mattress without saying a word. Only half of the medicine on his body had been changed. On his strong and healthy chest, the bleeding wound was particularly glaring.

Yuan Nanyu, like a leopard with bristled hair, stood beside the bed in a rage, with round eyes and blue face.

Hearing the sound, one looked up and the other turned. They both looked at Yan Sikong, who had just stepped in the door, with different faces.

Yan Sikong stares at them: "what's the matter?"

Yuan Nanyu bit his teeth and took a look at Fengye, as if he didn't know how to open his mouth.

Feng Ye's sharp and arrogant wolf eyes, which once looked down on the world, were not only gloomy, but also full of pain and despair. He looked at Yan Sikong quietly, his lips were tight, but he seemed to be asking for help silently.

Yes, Yan Sikong feels that Fengye is asking him for help.

Yuan Nanyu lowered her head and rushed out without saying a word.

Yan Sikong grabbed his arm: "what's the matter?"

"Ask him yourself." When yuan Nanyu opened her mouth, her voice trembled. I don't know whether it was Qi or

Smell speech, seal wild also avoid type ground don't open a face.

After yuan Nanyu leaves, Yan Sikong stares at Fengye without blinking. He wants to wait for Fengye to speak, but Fengye is always silent.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Fengye, what are you..."

"I'm tired." Feng Ye said softly, "I want to have a rest."

Yan Sikong clenched his fist: "I'll call someone to change your dressing." He turned and left.

Feng Ye opened his mouth, but he could only watch Yan Sikong's back disappear in the field of vision. He couldn't open his mouth. He closed his eyes, and his tight brows were full of suffering.

Yan Sikong orders his servants to go to the doctor immediately to treat Feng Ye's wound, while he goes to find yuan Nanyu.

After searching for a long time, he finally found yuan Nanyu standing motionless by the lake in the back garden. Her back looks very bleak.

Although he heard the sound of footsteps, yuan Nanyu did not look back. He watched a carp in the lake jump out of the water. The ripples were pushed out one by one, and finally disappeared without any trace.

No matter what kind of waves have been raised, they will be calm in the end, such as fish, wind and people.

Yan Sikong walked over and stood side by side with yuan Nanyu. He turned his head and looked at the face that looked like his own. For a moment, he was in a trance.

They were silent for a long time.

Yuan Nan Yu just opened her mouth and said, "is the second brother going? Where are you going? Why don't you tell me

“…… What did Feng Ye tell you? "

Yuan Nanyu turned and looked at Yan Sikong: "you said that there would be no more concealment between our brothers. Do you intend to disappear as before?"

"I didn't mean to hide you, I just didn't have time to tell you. Maybe I'll go back to Guangning. " Yan Si Kong frowned, "Why are you arguing with Feng Ye?"

Yuan Nanyu said in a muffled voice: "I've been with Fengye for so many years. In my eyes, he can be called the No.1 hero in the world. Whether he is the emperor or the king of Zhenbei, it's my luck that he can be followed by a person who is the best in the world all his life

Yan Sikong looks at yuan Nanyu quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"There is only one thing he has done that I can't agree with, that is You. " Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice, "it's inconvenient for me to talk more about the two of you. But over the years, I've watched you clearly belong to each other but torture each other. It's really heartbreaking."

Yan Sikong sighed. Yuan Nanyu is the most clear about what happened between himself and Fengye, but he doesn't care much about it. First, he is a elder brother. Second, he is used to thinking about others and doesn't want to embarrass himself.

But it doesn't mean he doesn't want to.

Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "between us, it's hard to say, and we can't go back to the past."

"Why do we have to go back to the past?" Yuan Nanyu frowned deeply, "no matter how good the past is, no one can go back, but the days to come will be longer."

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Yuan Nan Yu pursed her lips: "second brother, I don't want to influence you and embarrass you, but I look at you like this. I feel very sad because I haven't seen your sincere smile for a long time. Fengye is the same. I can only look at you like this. You are more and more silent and Fengye is more and more out of control." He looked at Yan Sikong's eyes and said, "second brother, tell me what I should do to make you not like this So... " He couldn't even find the right words to say it.

Yan Sikong looked away: "you don't have to do anything, you can't do anything, I..."

"Then I'll see Fengye die." Yuan Nanyu was filled with grief and indignation.

Yan Sikong was stiff: "you What are you talking about Although there has been speculation in my heart, it is only speculation after all.

Yuan Nan Yu covered her eyes with her hand and said in a soft voice, "second brother, I don't know what to do. You are all people for whom I can spare my life. Why do you want to torture each other?""What are you talking about?" Yan Sikong gritted his teeth.

Yuan Nanyu shakes her head, and her eyes are sour. His voice trembles with patience: "his wound should have been healed, but he He repeatedly opened the wound with internal force... "

Yan Sikong only feels like falling into an ice cellar, and his face is as pale as paper.

"I asked him why, and he said..." Yuan Nanyu took a breath and said in a dumb voice, "he said that when the injury is healed, you will go."

Yan Sikong's mind was blank. In a trance, he couldn't think about anything, until a sudden pain made him almost unable to stand.

He staggered back two steps and nearly fell into the lake. When he recovered, he had already bumped back and forth. Through half of the palace, he met many people. From the eyes of those people who were surprised or doubted, he could also outline how he was lost at this time.

He ran all the way back to Fengye's other courtyard and kicked the door open.

Fengye's house was in a mess like a hurricane. All the objects and furnishings were swept to the ground. The servants knelt down, and the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

Feng Ye stood in the middle of the room. His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his eyes were as red as blood. He looked like a wild animal who had been forced into a desperate situation. He was embarrassed and dangerous. He only wore a pair of profanity trousers, his upper body was bare, and his chest wound was bleeding. He also turned a blind eye to it.

Half a room across the kneeling one person, two people four eyes meet, at that moment, really ten thousand arrows through the heart.

Yan Si Kong strode past and gave Feng Ye a loud slap in the face.

Most people think that Yan Sikong is deviant. But they don't know that he has learned Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, and he has always respected etiquette. When he faced his enemies, he tried his best not to lose his dignity. How could he do such a disrespectful thing in front of his servants.

It was not only his blood boiling, but also his skin burning.

Feng Ye was hit too far, his lips and teeth collided, and the corners of his mouth were smeared with blood.

The kneeling servants began to tremble.

Yan thinks empty cold voice way: "roll."

They rolled back and forth.

Feng Ye turned his face, a pair of wolf eyes full of blood, all listless, only endless fatigue and despair.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Yan Sikong stares at Feng Ye with a ferocious face.

Feng Ye said calmly: "you said it. You said I was cured and you left."

"You! Are you really crazy

"So what." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with empty eyes, "do you care?"

Without waiting for Yan Sikong to speak, Fengye answered: "you care, what you care about is the wolf king, the king of Zhenbei, but not me. If anyone can take me and replace me, I am dead. What's wrong with you? " He chuckled, "I'm afraid you're still happy. No one will pester you any more."

Yan Sikong felt that his heart and lungs were about to explode: "you are the king of North Town. How can you do such ridiculous things? Do you think about the people in the four prefectures, 200000 families, or..."

"Who thought of me?" Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, the pain in his heart has exceeded the load, as if there is an invisible hand, holding his throat, can take his breath at any time, "I still don't know why I like a person, so painful."

“…… How can a man be subject to the love of his children? " Yan Sikong's eyes were a little vague, and his heart was in great pain. He said word by word, "it's a coward."

"Yes, coward, but I'm subject to it." Feng Ye choked, "I don't want to embarrass you. I promise you that the sky is high and the clouds are wide. I'll let you go, but I just want to keep you for one more day, or one more day..."

Yan Sikong's mind is in chaos. He doesn't even know which one is more angry or sad at this moment. He points to Fengye tremblingly and says: "what I want is the king of Zhenbei, who can control the Northern Territory and enrich the people, not for the sake of his own love and care for his own safety!"

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, as if his soul had been drawn out of his body, and the last glimmer of his eyes had disappeared. He looked at Yan Sikong for a long time, then nodded and said softly, "I'll give you what you want, and I'll give you the king of Zhenbei."

Yan Sikong stares at Feng Ye stiffly. Mingming Fengye stood in front of him, but he clearly felt that Fengye was dying - not the king of Zhenbei, but "Fengye".

Feng Ye lowered his head, exhausted all his strength, and then made a weak voice You go, before I go back. "

He finally understood that there was no one in the world who needed Fengye any more, especially the one he needed most, who didn't need him most.

So "Fengye" should disappear.

Yan Si was as like as two peas in anger, but he had never been out of control in his life. But at this moment, he wanted to escape. He did not dare to look at the eyes of the closed field. The dim pupil and the seal were almost exactly the same when they were in the arms of their junior high school, but they were dying but no longer seeking help.So he clearly saw that the heart wall built for himself had been broken. He was afraid. He ran away in a hurry. He didn't even know what he was running away from. He just wanted to run away. He rushed out of the house, ran to the stable, took a horse, turned over and ran out of the city without looking back.