Chasing King

The next morning, they set out from Lingwu villa and went to the top of the mountain, with servants behind them to prepare food and water for them.

Halfway up the mountain, Feng Ye pulled out a leather rope from his collar. On the leather rope hung a trumpet horn made of ivory animal bone. It was only a finger long and exquisite. He held it between his lips and was lucky. The movement of the small object was not small, sharp and piercing, and it rang through half of the valley.

Yan Sikong said, "are you calling fenghun?"

"Exactly." Feng Ye spread out his palm and looked at the horn. "It's made of the leg bone of my nanny. I've carried it on my body for many years."

"It's a strange relationship between you and the wolves."

"We worship wolves from generation to generation. Wolves are loyal, proud, tough and strong." Feng Ye said with a smile, "wolf is our teacher."

After waiting for a while, fenghun ran out of the jungle. When he got close, he could even feel the land trembling slightly.

Yan Sikong found that he was not afraid of fenghun, probably because fenghun no longer looked at him with the eyes of the prey.

Two people and one wolf, continue to walk up the mountain.

Yan Sikong asked casually, "how did it hurt its eyes?"

Fengye stroked fenghun's back: "when we were young, we went to play in the mountains. In order to save me, it was scratched by the black blind man."

"A good look, clear at a glance, see more focused."

Feng Ye grabbed the fur on Feng soul's neck and said with a smile: "soul, he praised you."

Feng Hun looks back at Yan Sikong, then turns back and continues to walk with high head. Yan Sikong is not only laughing.

Spring on the mountain and the scenery are bright, the grass grows and the warbler flies, the eyes are full of flowers and willows, and the entrance is full of refreshing sweet breath, which makes people feel good.

Fengye is like a child today. Playing with fenghun, Yan Sikong can't help laughing. Sometimes he feels that he is really taking advantage of the warm weather to take his friends for a outing, and temporarily forgets that his real purpose is to visit Jingshan camp.

Feng Ye was tired of playing with Feng Hun, so he went back to Yan Sikong. His face was ruddy and full of vigor: "are you tired?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I'm not tired. I think you're tired."

"I'm not tired." Feng Ye blinked, "if you feel tired, I can carry you."

"Do you think I'm a weak girl?"

"Of course not." Feng Ye hit him with his shoulder, "I love you."

Yan Sikong ignored him.

"Fenghun has occupied this mountain. This mountain is mine." Feng Yehao said, "every plant on this mountain belongs to Feng Yeh, including you." He said with a smile, "now that you are on my mountain, stay here and be my wife."

Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing: "stop it. I ask you, if you really occupy the mountains and have strong enemies outside, how should you deploy your troops? "

"You test me?" Feng Ye picks eyebrows.

"Yes."

Feng Ye said with a smile: "if you March here, you should be close to the valley. If you garrison here, you should be high. However, the soldiers should not camp together. They should be stationed in a short way and echo far and near, so as to prevent siege and continuous retreat."

"Good." Yan Si pointed to the distance, "but you see, the valley here is strange. If you enter the mountain pass from the south, it's just like a patio. If you have to pass here, what should you do?"

Feng Ye stood on a low stone and looked at it for a long time. Then he picked up a small stone and took it firmly in his hand. He crouched on the low stone and drew the terrain.

Yan Sikong stood aside, more and more surprised. Feng Ye only looked for a moment, but he made a good copy of the terrain, even the proportion between the mountain and the road was not much different.

After Feng Ye finished painting, he grinned: "you are a scholar on paper, dare you test me? Come on, let me tell you something. The shape of this patio is extremely dangerous. If you are ambushed here, you will die, but it is not unbreakable... " He elaborated his marching and deploying methods.

“…… I don't think it's right. If the enemy sets up an ambush here, he will charge you head and tail and divide his troops to break it... "

“…… When the officers and soldiers know that there is no way to go back, their morale will be high. At this time, they will make a surprise attack and form a encirclement. "

Yan Sikong read countless papers and used his army conservatively. He always adhered to Sun Tzu's central idea of "win first and fight later". Feng Ye also read military books, but he was not bound by the wild beast's heart. On the premise of not violating the universal art of war, he dared to take risks. Although they had the same opinions, they had different opinions It's not small.

Fenghun watched for a while and finally fell asleep on the ground.

They argued until noon when they were thirsty. The attendant came up and asked them if they wanted to have lunch. Then they stopped.

The stone had been scratched out of shape, and they looked at each other and laughed. Although no one could persuade anyone, it was refreshing to talk about it in such a happy way.

Yan Sikong said helplessly: "I didn't feel tired climbing the mountain. After talking about it for an hour, I was tired.""You deserve it." Feng Ye urged, "eat quickly."

The waiter had already set the low table. Although it was in the wild, the dishes were still exquisite. They were very hungry and enjoyed themselves.

Yan Sikong suddenly asked, "do you still have the book of War I sent you?"

Feng yedun, looking at him with a smile: "you finally remember to ask me. I thought you forgot all about this."

"I wrote the notes of the book of war word by word. It took a lot of effort. How could I forget them?"

"Keep it." Feng Ye said, "I started to learn Renhua at the age of four, and I started to read at the age of five. At that time, my husband taught me the art of war, but I could recite it, but I didn't know what it meant. I just wanted to be able to answer it when my father tested me. The book of war you gave me was easy to understand and benefited me a lot. "

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I'm so honored."

Feng Ye looked at him deeply: "I can't forget you all the time. It's also related to this."

Yan Sikong didn't dare to look directly at the * * and sincere eyes for a moment, and his eyes twinkled.

"You are always special, as a child, or now."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes: "let's eat. We've been climbing for a long time, but we haven't reached the top yet."

After dinner, they continued on their way. This time, without delay, they reached the top of the mountain.

The garrison must be located in Guiyang, where the sun is abundant and the soldiers are not easy to get sick. Therefore, Jingshan camp is on the south side and can only be seen from the top.

When Yan Sikong looked down from a high place, he could see that there was a fire platform at the foot of the mountain with one hundred steps and one tent at fifty steps. It radiated around the center of the Chinese army tent. There were multiple sentries around the soldiers and horses' grain. To the west, there was a river, which was enough for the camp to get water. This battalion is in good order, and the selection of land is commendable. It is easy to see that the leader has real ability.

"General Zhao deserves his reputation." Yan Sikong said.

Feng Ye nodded: "there are no decent generals left in Da Sheng. General Zhao is one."

Yan Sikong remembers that Zhao Fuyi, who led the army to Guangning, appreciated Yuanmao very much and promised to return to Beijing to ask the emperor for a reward for Yuanmao. No one knows whether he went to ask for a reward or not. Maybe it doesn't matter about the outcome.

"Is he the one who brought Guangning troops to the capital?" Feng Ye said, "have you seen him?"

"Once upon a time."

Feng Ye saw that he didn't want to say more and didn't ask again.

Yan Sikong looked at the camp, thinking that if the capital had changed, how long would the main force of the garrison be able to assemble into an army and escort into the city?

"Fengye, what are you doing in the camp?"

Feng Ye's face sank: "I'm only allowed to train. They won't let me do something here."

"That's true."

"Better than being idle." Feng Ye looked at the distance empty, "I don't know how long this life will take, ten years? Twenty years? "

"You should have confidence in King Jingyuan. If he can calm down the chaos, you can fly high and wide."

"I hope so."

This is just a comfort, two people know the stomach. If we consider it from the perspective of Fengjia, maybe it's better to be in a state of chaos and injustice. In this way, Dasheng needs to be Fengjia. Otherwise, with the merit of fengjianping, which emperor's Dragon chair will sit well.

"It's not easy to come up. If you don't want to bask in the sun here."

"Not bad."

They sat down on the ground, and the attendant immediately set up a low table, made a fire, boiled water, and made tea for them.

Feng Ye said to the two attendants, "go down the mountain first. Let's stay for a while and go down by ourselves."

"The villain is worried that Shizi will get lost."

"I'll never get lost if I walk through it once."

"It's cold in the mountains at night. It's better for Shizi and Yan to go down before dark. Villain will go back first."

Feng Ye waved.

After the valet left, Feng Ye replaced the wine with tea and touched Yan Sikong's Cup: "this is a tryst between you and me. It's always uncomfortable to have one more."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "what's this tryst?"

"I said yes." Feng Ye Xie said with a smile, "why, are you nervous again?"

"I'm nervous about something." Yan Sikong took a sip of tea on the ground. "Lingfeng is on the top of the mountain, overlooking all directions, which makes people feel relaxed. Take a sip of tea again, eh, at ease."

Feng Ye echoed: "freedom."

They chatted while drinking until the tea was tasteless and the sky was getting dark, so they decided to go down the mountain.

As the Chamberlain said, as the sun goes down, the temperature drops suddenly. Originally, it is cool in the mountains, but now it is cold.

What's more strange is that the weather has cleared up for more than a month, but it began to rain without warning, and it was fierce, and soon became a curtain of beads. The rain came so fast that they could only hide under the tree, but it was useless. They were half wet on the spot.

Fenghun looked up at the sky, turned around and ran away.

Yan Sikong stares big eyes, can't believe: "it, it left us to escape the rain?""Bullshit, it's giving us shelter." Feng Ye put his hand on Yan Si's empty head, thinking that God didn't give face so much, he was angry.

"Just a little rain, no harm." Yan Sikong touched the water on his face and said so, but his clothes were wet and cold, and his face was full of the taste of water.

They just stood awkwardly in the rain, neither walking nor staying. The road ahead was flat and there was no shade.

As soon as Yan Sikong looked up, he saw Feng Ye's hand covering his head. Suddenly, he felt warm in his heart and joked: "what else is covered? It's already wet." He tore off Feng Ye's arm.

Looking at each other's embarrassed appearance, they suddenly burst into laughter after silence. They worked hard and tasted a little sweet.

After a while, fenghun came back and yelled at them.

The two of them knew each other and kept up with each other. Fenghun ran slowly. It seemed that they had been used to the speed of human beings.

Fenghun took them up the zigzag mountain road and finally found a low cave.

The cave was shallow and small, and adults could not stand, but the dryness was a great temptation for the two at this time.

They got into the cave, while Feng Hun lay down at the entrance of the cave and began to lick his hair.

Sitting on the dry soil, they both breathed a sigh of relief. They were all wet, as if they had just been fished out of the water. A cool wind was blowing and shivering.

Feng Ye said, "take off your clothes. I'll make a fire and bake it." Then he began to undress himself.

Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye remove his clothes. He was surprised that it should not have been the body of a teenager. Whether it was covered with scars or strong texture, Feng Ye in clothes seemed to be as thin as a teenager, but he didn't want to be so strong when he took off his clothes.

Feng Ye suddenly stopped, suddenly turned his head, just caught Yan Sikong's eyes.

Yan Sikong couldn't dodge, so she had to pretend to be calm: "you have a lot of injuries..."

Feng Ye turned his shoulder blades and said with indifference: "there is no one who is not injured when marching and fighting."

There is something strange in Yan Si's hollow mind. In fact, he always wants to ask about Feng hunting, but he doesn't want to be asked about yuan Mao. Unless Feng Ye brings it up, he will take it as if he doesn't know.

Feng Ye throws his clothes on the ground, bares his upper body, squats down, looks at the wet Yan Sikong, and says with a smile: "don't you take them off?"

Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slipped and let him be extremely smart, but he didn't know how to answer at this time.

"Or do you like to watch me take off?" Feng Ye said and pulled open his trousers.