Chasing King

That day, except for telling Yu Ji the whole story and talking with Yan Zilian, Yan Sikong hardly talked with others.

They sat in the file room of wenyuange all night. It was autumn and the night was cold. Yan Sikong closed his eyes and fell asleep. In fact, he was sleepless. One was cold, and the other was full of worries. He could clearly hear someone's teeth trembling. There were guards inside and outside, and no one dared to speak. It was a very hard night.

As soon as the day dawns, they will surely have another wave in the morning, and their fate may soon come to an end.

I don't know what Feng Ye is doing now

The new history must have spread all over the capital. Fengye knew it early and promised to help him. If the change of the situation deviated from his prediction, yanzilian could not protect him. Fengye was a life-saving talisman he had prepared.

Through this, he can also find out how many forces Feng Jianping has deployed in the court and how many can be used by him.

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at dushuang, the first Jingyang bell rings, waking up the new day of the Dasheng Dynasty. Wenyuan Pavilion is not far from the Huangji hall in the early Dynasty. The bronze bell, which has gone through a hundred years of wind and rain, sounds like a dull thunder, shaking the hearts of every subordinate, reminding them of the majesty of the imperial grace and the power of heaven.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, as if he could see that within the Meridian Gate, the army and flag Academy had been set up solemnly. Hundreds of Ministers entered from the left and right Yemen, and the eunuchs in front of the imperial court whimped. They passed the Jinshui bridge, stepped into the Huangji hall, and made five bows and three kowtows to the emperor above the golden platform

Once upon a time, it was his childhood dream, his father's dream, and the dream of generations of scholars in the Yan family. Once, he thought that the reason why the son of heaven was the son of heaven was because of God's power. Once, he vowed to help the son of heaven to be a benevolent and comforting Lord.

Later, he learned that the emperor was only an individual. From the emperor of Zhou to Emperor Zhaowu, the world had changed its surname countless times, and the emperor had changed countless individuals. The bandit Cao mang could be the emperor, as long as he had military power, he would "get rid of the destiny" of the immoral emperor who was "contrary to the grace of heaven". The emperor was the spoils of the winner, as it has been since ancient times.

Thoroughly understand this truth, he and those loyal ministers who are dedicated to the Lord are destined to take a different road.

Now it's time to go to court. Yan Zilian should first impeach Wang Shengsheng with his six subjects, and then other important officials will admonish him together. As an official, there are no clean and honest charges like Wang Shengsheng's, such as bribery, selling official titles, arbitrary power and so on. He believes that these "good materials" have long been prepared by Yan Zilian.

Emperor Zhaowu was still angry because of the newly compiled history. Seeing that he had so many crimes, he was stirred up by the officials. Maybe he would win Wang Shengsheng in court.

As long as emperor Zhaowu asked Wang Shengsheng about his crime in the early court, even if he was just detained for trial, it would be a success, because no matter how Xie Zhongren interceded later, with emperor Zhaowu's excellent face, it would never let Wang Shengsheng go away.

While Yan Sikong is imagining calmly, others in the room are getting more and more nervous.

Liu Zhaolin, in particular, was silent for a night, but he could not help asking the guard for a glass of water.

After asking for instructions, the guard poured him a glass of water.

Liu Zhaolin held the tea bowl with his hands shaking. The tea bowl came to his lips, but the warm water spilled out most of it.

Shen Hexuan sat beside him, patted his leg gently, and said in a deep voice, "brother Liu, calm down."

Liu Zhaolin nodded and turned pale.

Yan Sikong looks at Liu Zhaolin with calm heart. Liu Zhaolin was very humble in this group of Jinshi. His talent, family background and appearance were ordinary, and he had no outstanding words and deeds on weekdays. Such a person was not suitable for officialdom compared with Shen Hexuan. As for that Lin Yue, he was just a small document to spread the blame for others.

There are not many good thoughts in his heart, so he is not guilty. As long as he can achieve his goal, he can sacrifice himself, and others are nothing.

It was not until noon that the early Dynasty ended, and more voices came from Wenyuan Pavilion.

After a while, the door of the house was pushed open, and only one man said, "escort Liu Zhaolin, the editor of the Imperial Academy, to Dali temple."

The tea bowl in Liu Zhaolin's hand fell to the ground with a slap, and his face was covered with ashes.

The two guards held him up and took him out of Wenyuan Pavilion. The remaining three looked eagerly at the officer who came to deliver the order.

That humanity: "you three people temporarily return home, do not go out, do not contact with outsiders, waiting for the fall."

The three of them were all relieved. As long as they didn't go to jail, most of them would have escaped.

Lin Yue sighed: "what can brother Liu do?"

Shen Hexuan said in a low voice: "the Lord has his own decision. You and I don't have to say much. Go back."

Yan Sikong got up and went out. When he left Wenyuan Pavilion, he met Yan Zilian and several senior scholars, who were discussing something in the assembly hall.

Yan Sikong naturally wanted to know what happened in the morning, but he didn't ask. He just bowed to a few people and said meaningfully, "the students thank the teacher."

Yan Zilian looked at him and said, "if you want to thank you, you should also thank the Holy One. Go back first. Remember, don't talk too much about this matter. Wait for the holy will.""Yes."

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Yan Sikong didn't come back all night. When Ali saw him, he was so excited that his face turned red. He probably thought Yan Sikong couldn't come back for a while.

"I want to take a bath," Yan Sikong said

Ali nodded fiercely.

With the bath bucket ready, Yan Sikong drags his tired body into the water. When his body is completely surrounded by moistening and warmth, his tense brain gets a little relaxed in an instant.

He closed his eyes and breathed. He sank into the water completely. The water was quiet and warm. His five senses were blocked. It seemed that he could only hear his own heartbeat. He only felt that he was in the narrow wooden barrel, which made him feel very safe. He was born familiar with his mother. Is that the same feeling?

When he couldn't hold his breath, Yan Sikong came out of the water. He gasped, wiped the water off his face and opened his eyes.

"Ah..." Yan Sikong looked at the tall man who didn't know when to appear in the room and was startled.

Feng Ye couldn't help giggling: "I didn't mean to scare you."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "you don't mean to scare me, why are you silent?"

"I know you're under house arrest and can't get in touch with outsiders, so I can't walk through the main door, so I have to go over the wall and break the window." Feng Ye came over, put his elbows on the edge of the bucket, and looked at Yan Sikong with deep eyes.

His wet black hair clings to his cheek, which makes his skin white and translucent. His watery eyelashes, dense eyes, thin red lips, and even his thin shoulders are very attractive.

Feng Ye lifted up a lock of Yan Sikong's hair and said in a soft voice, "have you ever heard the story of water charm in your childhood?"

Yan Sikong is not sure, so: "what water charm?"

"It's said that there's a charm living in the water. It's very beautiful and attractive. It can tempt people passing by the water and drag them into the water..." Feng Ye's face slowly approached Yan Sikong and said vaguely, "make friends with him and suck the essence."

Yan Sikong said, "it's just a story to scare children."

"Yes, but..." Feng Ye's lips touched Yan Sikong's nose, cheek and jaw like a dragonfly skimming water, and he said with a low smile, "if you are the charm of water, I am willing to go to the yellow spring with you." At the end of the speech, he put his big hand on the back of Yan Sikong's head and blocked his lips heavily.

Yan Sikong lowered her eyes, covered up the emotion in her eyes and passively accepted the kiss.

Feng Ye kisses attentively and passionately, and the tip of his tongue sweeps every inch of Yan Sikong's mouth tightly. The rising heat and the hot kiss soon make him feel dizzy.

When Feng Ye let go of him, he took a few deep breaths, and then relaxed.

Feng Ye said with a smile, "do you want me to wash it for you?"

Yan Sikong said, "I'm not in the mood to be idle. Now I'm still forbidden, waiting for the release. "

"That's what I'm here for." Feng Ye lifted the water and splashed it on Yan Sikong's shoulder, cheek, and naked eyes.

Yan Sikong was surprised and said, "you What news do you have? "

"Of course."

"Say it."

Feng Ye laughs: "are you going to discuss business with me in this bath bucket?"

Yan Sikong grabbed the cloth towel: "I come out."

Feng Yehao looked at him in his spare time, and his eyes were obviously full of expectation.

Yan Sikong stood up from the bath bucket and surrounded her body with a cloth towel.

Although it was only for a moment, Fengye really appreciated the slender and white body.

Yan Sikong sneered: "I have some, you also have some. What's good to see?"

"My people..." Feng Ye said with a smile, "everything looks good."

Yan Sikong shook his head, took another cloth and wiped his hair.

Feng Ye took the cloth towel: "you sit down, I'll come." Then he pressed him on the stool and wiped his thick black hair carefully.

Yan Sikong looks at the extraordinary scene in the bronze mirror, but he doesn't feel any violation. It seems that he is also shaken by Fengye. He thinks it's no big deal for men to get along with each other like this.

The most important thing is that things in this world never come in vain. If you want to get something, you have to pay a price, including everything he can pay.

Feng Ye is usually reckless and overbearing, but the hand that wipes Yan Sikong's hair is extremely gentle. They haven't spoken for a long time. Yan Sikong stares at the two people in the bronze mirror, and he can't move his eyes. Feng Ye's concentrated and delicate expression makes him feel particularly dazzling.

"All right." Yan Sikong's tone suddenly turned cold, "tell me what you know."

Fengye said: "in the early Dynasty, there were four ministers impeaching Wang Shengsheng. His Majesty was angry and put him in prison in court. Then Yan Ge asked his majesty what to do with Huo Li and several small Hanlin involved in the new history."

"What does your majesty say?"

Feng Ye said with a smile: "Your Majesty asked Yan Ge how to deal with it."

Yan Si can guess it in the hollow."Mr. Yan Ge thinks that all the people involved in the case should be punished, but it is not suitable to be punished together if they are intentional or unintentional." Feng Ye touched his hair and said, "then How would you like to thank me? "

Yan Sikong glanced at him in the mirror: "then you have to say first, what should I thank you for."

"I asked Liu Shangshu of the Ministry of official and Meng Jun of the Ministry of punishment to protect you, Huo Li and Shen Hexuan, and put the focus of the case on Wang Shengsheng. Most of them were implicated. Only the person who wrote the story might be instructed by Wang Shengsheng."

Yan Sikong let out a long breath. Although her face was calm, she had already had a wave in her heart.

In the early Dynasty, if Yan Zilian asked for leniency, the emperor would think that he was partial to his students. Maybe he was angry and asked for felony. However, Yan Zilian's reply was very restrained, and several important officials pleaded for their favor, so the emperor was too lazy to care.

At this time, Wang Shengsheng and Liu Zhaolin were put into prison. Although they could not escape the responsibility, they would not be punished severely.

Yan Sikong just showed a smile, he solemnly said: "Fengye, thank you."

Feng Ye said with a smile, "I said I would protect you."

Yan Si idled over and looked up at Feng Ye: "do you think Lord Wang can turn over this time?"

"I don't care if he can turn over." Feng Ye threw down the cloth towel, took Yan Sikong's clothes, "put on, don't catch cold."

"He is a eunuch. He often dances with my teacher in the pavilion. If he can knock him down at one stroke..."

"Don't worry about them." Feng Ye interrupted him, his expression suddenly became a bit serious, "you remember you are just a little Hanlin, don't participate in those bloody factional and party struggle."

Yan Sikong quietly looked at Feng Ye: "I am Yan Zilian's student, or prince's teacher, Feng Ye, do you really think I can be alone?"

For a moment, Fengye was speechless, but he again said in an ordered way: "I don't care what official position and identity you are. I don't want you to go into danger. The depth of the officialdom is not something you can figure out, do you understand?"

Yan Sikong wants to talk but stops. He looks at Feng Ye's solemn expression and realizes that Feng Ye must know something, but it's not suitable to tell him. He has to nod: "I understand."