Chasing King

With the coming of the new year, the courtiers began to rest one after another.

Feng Ye thinks Yan Sikong's home is cold, so he and a Li are sent to Feng Fu for the Spring Festival.

There are not many people in Fengfu, but when it comes to preparing for the Spring Festival, there are three people at the top. Looking around, there are busy people everywhere.

Ah Li has never been in such a big mansion. He has to get lost in a big courtyard. He wants to help, but he can't help.

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "Ali, you have been working hard for a year. These days, you will treat yourself as a guest and have a good rest."

Fengye also said: "yes, you don't have to do anything, and don't follow us. Xuebo, arrange him to go to the guest room, so as to serve you."

"Yes."

Ah Li followed Xue Bo blankly.

Yan Sikong suddenly chuckled.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I think that if Ali saw the soul, he would be scared away."

"I let soul stay in the inner courtyard, and most of the servants in the mansion are afraid of it." Feng Ye said with a smile, "are you not afraid of it now?"

"I'm not afraid."

Walking into the inner courtyard, Feng Hun was dozing under the tree. The snow had not melted last night. On such a cold day, Feng Hun was sleeping peacefully with all his fur. It was enviable. They were wrapped in thick leather cloaks, but they were shaking slightly.

They rushed into the house.

As soon as he closed the door, Feng Ye pressed Yan Sikong on the wall, warmly kissing his lips and tasting them carefully.

Yan Sikong can't help holding Feng Ye's hand and closing his eyes to feel the softness and sweetness.

Two people tiny gasp to separate, seal wild light voice way: "are you cold?"

Yan Sikong shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm a Liaodong man. It's not so cold."

"But now you don't have any Liaodong accent?"

“…… It's been ten years since I left Liaodong, and it's inevitable. "

Feng Ye hugged his waist and rubbed his cold cheek intimately: "I haven't seen you for a few days, so I want to be tight."

"How can you be so coquettish." Yan Sikong's tone is spoiled with her own imperceptibility.

"Do you have one?"

"Not now?"

"Only for you." Feng Ye pulled his skirt with his teeth and carried him to the bedside.

"Fengye..."

"I miss you." Feng Ye's breathing became a little short.

Yan Sikong slapped him on the back and said, "in broad daylight, what are you doing?"

"What happened during the day." It's not considered wild.

Yan Sikong supported his chest with his hand, so that the upper body of the two people opened the distance, "Feng Ye, don't make trouble."

Feng Ye turned his mouth, suddenly lowered his head and bit his ear: "I will not let you go at night."

-

it's rare for Yan Sikong to have a few free days in a year. He lives as a guest of honor in Fengfu. He hardly refuses to give up his clothes and food. He hasn't really celebrated the new year for a long time. In the past, he was quite against the festival of family reunion, but with Fengye, everything is natural.

Fengye is a high spirited man. Almost every night, he beats Yan Sikong down. In those days, his legs are weak, but he can't resist that Fengye drags him into the abyss of desire.

On New Year's Eve, the house was decorated with lanterns. The red lanterns were falling all over the eaves, like full fruits, indicating a bumper harvest in the coming year.

From the afternoon, the greetings from the princes, Marquises, dignitaries and dignitaries were constantly sent to the government. Fengye didn't look at them, but asked the servants to write them down.

After sunset, Yan Sikong met Fengye's relatives at the Fengfu family dinner. Fengye grew up in a military camp and didn't get close to them. He also felt that these people were afraid of Fengye and respected each other. But in the end is the Spring Festival, the atmosphere is still quite lively, the whole family under a jubilant.

Yan Sikong sat on one side, but he didn't say a word with a smile.

Every year, he would think of the years before he was 13 years old.

When he was a child, he had a rich family. During the new year, he had to add new clothes and shoes, and his family was full of delicious food and firecrackers. He visited his relatives and had fun everywhere. Later, when he went to the yuan family, although he lived frugally, he never lacked food and clothing. During the new year, the whole family was happy and happy, celebrating the new year together, which was ordinary and quality Park's happiness is better than countless in the world.

Today, he can still recall the smile on his family's face, but he will never see it again in this life.

"Free, free?"

"Eh?" Yan Sikong came back.

"What's the matter with you?" Feng Ye pulled down his hand at the table. "I've been calling you for a long time."

Yan Sikong shook his head: "nothing."

Feng Ye stares at him, silent for a long time, slightly leans over, low voice way: "you have no family, I am your family, after every year, we all live together."

Yan Si's hollow string vibrated and his nose was sour. He looked at Feng Ye without blinking and nodded with a smile. Fengye seems to be reckless and uninhibited, but in fact, he has a careful mind and often says very kind words."I miss my father, too." Feng Ye said, "when I left Datong, my father said..." He pursed his lips and said, "this may be the last time you and my father and son will meet in this life."

Yan Sikong took his hand.

Feng Ye shook his head: "I went back to Beijing to reassure the emperor and let my father defend the border. Maybe we can't meet again."

"No, if one day king Jingyuan conquers Wala and returns triumphantly, you will still be reunited."

Feng Ye laughed: "well, I hope so."

What Yan Sikong sees in Fengye's eyes is not only missing and sadness, but also boundless solitude. As a young and ambitious general, he can't cross the battlefield, but he has to guard the city. It's just like being trapped in a small mansion. How helpless and unwilling he should be.

After the new year's Eve dinner, the troupe invited by Feng Ye also began to sing, and the stage was full of cheers.

Near midnight, a group of people went to the courtyard, where they had already prepared artillery and fireworks. At this time, nine days of snow, the Milky Way disappeared, and every star above seemed big and bright.

Xue Bo exclaimed excitedly, "come on, let off the fireworks first."

Feng Ye lit the fire core with his own hands, only to hear the sound of hissing one after another. The fireworks burst into the sky one after another, blooming flowers on the dark sky. Although it is fleeting, it also adds color to the anger of the world.

"It's beautiful..." All the people expressed excited admiration.

The distant imperial city, came Jingyang Bell's roar, one, one, push time to the new year.

"Ah, it's time to welcome the new year. Come on, get the artillery ready!"

When the last bell rang, the firefight for spring was lit and crackled.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong cover their ears and laugh to dodge the broken soil from the artillery battle. Their hearts turn to each other as if they were smart, and their eyes meet unexpectedly in the air. They all catch the pulse of emotion from each other's eyes, and rush into their hearts like a warm current.

Feng Ye came over, suddenly raised his cloak and covered Yan Si's empty head. Then he lowered his head and heavily kissed Yan Si's empty lips.

Yan Sikong also forgot everything about the outside world, holding his neck and responding with emotion.

The sparks in the sky and the joy in the world are not as touching as this kiss.

-

on the first day of the lunar new year, they spent almost the whole day in bed, and the servants sent the wine and food into the house, turning a blind eye to their untidy clothes.

The Furong tent is warm, but it's just like this.

On the second day of the new year, you can't be so wild. Before dawn, they went out early, and the courtiers in Beijing needed to pay homage to the emperor on this day.

Because of the snow disaster in the south, all the rituals have been simplified and ended before noon.

After that, they separated and sealed the field to pay a new year's call to Xianfei. Yan Sikong also had the prince, teachers and colleagues to pay a new year's call.

When she returned to Fengfu that day, it was completely dark. Yan Sikong held her waist and felt very tired. She thought to herself that it was wrong to indulge too much.

Feng Ye had already come back, and he couldn't help laughing when he saw his appearance.

Yan Sikong glanced at him and said, "I dare to laugh. I'm going to sleep honestly today. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

"Don't worry." Feng Ye hugged him and gave him a kiss. "How can I not know that I love you?"

Yan Sikong was a little relieved: "when did you come back?"

"I'll be back in the afternoon. I'll only pay New Year's greetings to my aunt."

"Oh..." Once upon a time, Yan Sikong didn't think much about it. But now Yan Zilian plans to betroth Princess wanyang, the daughter of Xianfei, to him. Now he only feels guilty.

"My aunt is quite lonely in the palace. I'd like to see her often."

"Isn't Princess wanyang with her?"

"She is so energetic that she can't sit in her boudoir, which makes her aunt headache."

Yan Si hesitated and asked, "are you kissing her?"

Fengye thought: "every time I go, she wants to play with me, but I really have nothing to say with her, just a spoiled little girl."

Yan Si suddenly sounded the alarm.

I'm afraid it's just that I'm addicted to my body these days. Why is my brain not awake?

What on earth is he thinking? Everything with Fengye is just a mirror, but it can't be true.

He warned himself that nothing should be sentimental.

Looking at Feng Ye's smiling and unguarded eyebrows, Yan Sikong gradually felt a chill while the charcoal fire was booming in the house.