Chasing King

Every morning, Ali will bring warm water to Yan Si's empty room for him to wash.

When Yan Sikong got up in the morning to practice martial arts, he often woke up at this time. But when Ali pushed the door, there was a smell of wine in the room, accompanied by a uniform snore, which showed how fragrant and heavy the people who stepped on it were sleeping.

Ali crept up to the bed and took a look. The basin in his hand almost hit the ground.

But see Yan Sikong and Feng Ye embrace together, sleep all over the bed disorderly, usually dressed, elegant appearance no longer exists, just like two drunkards behind the bandstand.

Ali put the basin on the stool, turned his head, and hit Fengye. He looked at Fengye coldly. Ali was so scared that he looked at Fengye at a loss. His eyes were as sharp as the wolf's, which made people chill from the inside.

Feng Ye tilted his eyes slightly and motioned him to go out.

Ali stooped out.

Feng Ye's consciousness is very light. He always keeps a high vigilance when marching and fighting. When Ali pushes the door, he already wakes up.

His arm had been pillowed by Yan Sikong all night. It was already numb and sour, but he didn't move. He just looked at Yan Sikong silently. His handsome and undefended sleeping face seemed to have the calmness of solidifying time.

Feng Ye was absorbed in it. When he suddenly came back, he suddenly felt that his heart was in a mess. I can't say what happened. He couldn't help holding out his hand, lifting a lock of Yan Sikong's hair and holding it tightly in his hand.

I don't know how long after that, Yan Sikong's eyelids trembled and there were signs of awakening.

Feng Ye quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

Yan Sikong opened his eyes, first saw a sharp chin, he was stunned, suddenly got up, but saw Feng yeyi was sleeping on his bed.

Yan Sikong patted his face in chagrin, then pushed Fengye: "Shizi, Shizi?"

Feng Ye opened his eyes and looked at him vaguely.

"Shizi, get up. We've all drunk too much."

Feng Ye said lazily, "since I have drunk too much, why should I get up?" He loosened his numb arm and seemed to be planning on staying on.

Yan Sikong couldn't laugh or cry: "are you going to lie in bed for a day?"

"Why not."

"It's not proper."

"Body is nothing." Feng Ye yawned.

"Have a good rest then." Yan Sikong is about to get up.

Feng Ye seized him and said, "I can't afford it, and you can't get up."

Yan Si Kong was surprised and said, "what's the truth?"

"Hospitality." Feng yegou chuckled, "it's you who invited me first. You should always do your best."

Yan Sikong helpless: "lying in bed how to do the friendship of the landlord?"

Feng Ye suddenly pulled him to himself and said in his ear, "you can serve in bed."

Yan Sikong pushed aside Fengye: "Shizi, don't make a joke. Are you hungry? I asked Ali to get something to eat

"You're not as interesting as you were when you were a child." Feng Ye curled his lips. "At that time, you taught me to play this and that. Every day, it's not the same."

All those who want to teach are those who want to read.

Feng Ye sat up and said, "don't live in this shabby house. Go to live with me and take your servant."

"Thank you for your kindness. It's very inappropriate."

"What's wrong? Fengfu is so big that it doesn't need a room for you."

Yan Si empty light way: "I live here comfortable, thank the son of beauty." As a courtier, no matter how poor he is, he can't rely on others. Besides, he has many secrets. If he is too close to others, it's inconvenient.

"Are you afraid of sealing souls?" Feng Ye joked.

Yan Sikong said honestly, "I'm afraid."

"I'll keep it away from you."

Yan thinks of nothing but smiles.

Feng Ye suddenly gave birth to a thin anger: "why do you always refuse my kindness? When I asked you to go to Datong with me, if you agreed, how could you be displaced? "

Yan Sikong said slowly: "the things in this world can never be done as people wish. I'm afraid that I won't understand them."

"You..." Fengye pushed him away and got out of bed.

Yan Sikong also followed: "is Shizi angry?"

"Yes." Feng Ye dropped a word and went to the door.

Yan Sikong caught up with Feng Ye and said with a smile, "Why are you still as angry as you were when you were a child?"

"I'm just like when I was a kid." Feng Ye looked at him condescending, "you just like when you were a child, you always make me angry."

Yan Sikong chuckled.

Feng Ye snorted: "when you were a child, you had the ability to make me angry. As soon as you met, you beat me. I washed the horse dung in my hair for a whole day."

Yan Sikong is holding a smile: "still remember the grudge, your highness."

Feng Ye's eyes flashed. Suddenly he grabbed Yan Sikong's arm and twisted his body.Yan Sikong called, "Your Highness..."

Feng Ye joked: "speaking of this, I just remember that you beat me at that time. My father asked me to practice martial arts more frequently, and I will get it back in the future."

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "where am I your Highness's opponent now, hiss..."

Feng Ye released his hand and helped him up: "does it hurt?"

Yan Sikong said with a bitter smile, "I'm a scholar. Your highness doesn't remember villains. Let me pass."

"Scholar?" Feng Ye picked his eyebrows. "Xue Bo tried your Kung Fu. What are you and I pretending to be?"

"It's just self-defense. If you meet an expert, self-defense is not enough."

Feigning not to recognize the irony, Feng Ye changed his head: "on the first day of next month, I'm going to hold a banquet in the palace to entertain the officials and gentry in the capital. You're coming, too."

"Yes."

"Also, come to my house in the future, and come openly." Feng Ye grinned, "you don't need to beat around the Bush to see me."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "good."

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after that day, Fengye sent out a lot of banquets, saying that he wanted to apologize to all the celebrities who were rejected because of his poor health. Fengye gave the steps, and the invited people naturally took advantage of the situation. The Fengfu dinner became the hottest topic in the capital in recent days.

Yan Sikong didn't mention that he had been invited. He was afraid that Liang Sui and others would ask questions. What's more, he had something more important to prepare, which was to give lectures to the prince.

The first class, he got up before dawn, waiting in the East Palace, but also just had the light.

The Prince did not make him wait too long, and even invited him to have breakfast with him.

Yan Sikong said, "I dare not overstep. Please have dinner first."

"Don't be polite, sir." Chen Bi patted the stool beside him and said, "sit down."

Yan Sikong refused two or three and then sat down.

"Have you had breakfast, sir?"

"Not yet."

"Hard work, sir." Chen took the initiative to yansikong clip a piece of meat, put into his bowl, "Mr. full, just good heart to give me a lecture."

"Thank you, your highness." Yan Sihong has some appreciation for the little prince. It should be that he has seen all kinds of human feelings in the harem for many years, which makes him very sensible. If he can sit on the throne, he may be a wise king.

"It was Mr. Shen who taught me yesterday. He spoke very well, but he was more serious." Chen said.

"Mr. Shen is a man full of learning, a talent of eight fights, and his highness is very intelligent. As long as he devotes himself to study, his knowledge will advance by leaps and bounds."

Chen Bi nodded and looked at Yan Sikong with a smile: "it's said that Mr. Shen's learning is not inferior to that of Jingyan, and his father prefers you."

Yan Sikong arched his hand and said, "I'm ashamed. Your majesty may have a lot of opportunities every day. I'm a little tired. I've made some interesting remarks and won the dragon's face. That's all."

A trace of irony flashed across Chen's face. Yan Sikong was not sure if he was wrong, but Chen didn't say anything more.

During the lecture, Yan Sikong, with his consistent style, made the little prince laugh from time to time, and he was very attentive. When he was young, he heard his father teach in the private school. His father was a humorous and witty man. He was famous in all the private schools. Every time he gave a lecture, whether to the emperor or the prince, or to teach children to read for a living, he seemed to continue his father's talent.

After the morning class, Chen Kuai couldn't help praising: "Mr. Chen speaks very well. He is more interesting than anyone, but he only has a lot more knowledge."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I'm very glad that I can make the prince gain."

"With your talent, how can you not get into the top three?"

"In the same period with Wei Chen, all of them are full of economy. Wei Chen is nothing."

"I don't think that if you study the boring eight part essay, you will win the top three. But in that way, you won't have such rich thoughts and interesting lectures. You are really a genius."

His highness praised humbly and said, "I'm afraid."

At this point, Yan si not only sighed.

Since Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty dethroned hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism, the glorious era of hundred schools of thought in the spring and Autumn period and the Warring States period is gone forever. Fame has become the only way out for scholars. If they want fame, they can only read four books and five classics. Therefore, from generation to generation, the various academic thoughts that once had their own merits have gradually declined and been swept into the corner of the hall of elegance.

When he was a child, he also tried to escape into the Confucian and Mencius ways. When he grew up, he had time to read some "miscellaneous books and evil books" because of his ability to learn from others. The great changes in his youth destroyed everything he believed in in in the past. Ten years of wandering made him really see the world. If the only benefit that those nightmarish experiences brought to him was to jump out of the limitations of his former thoughts, how much his thoughts were He will show this decadent Dynasty one by one with his actions.