Chasing King

Sleeping in the middle of the night, Yan Sikong is suddenly shaken up. He mumbles "Fengye" unconsciously and turns to be sleepy again.

He shook his hand, but it was more rude. At the same time, he yelled in a low voice: "Nan Yu, wake up!"

Hearing the name, Yan Sikong suddenly felt excited. He opened his eyes difficultly, and saw a familiar handsome face from his blurred vision. Yes, the only person who can call him is

She Zhun, with a cold face, pulled him up from the collapse and said sarcastically, "I don't forget to call your little son when I sleep. It's very kind of you."

Yan Sikong has been fully awake. He wiped his face hard and said in a dumb voice, "no one found you."

"A few people can find me." She Zhun was not happy.

“…… Don't call me that name again. " Yan Sikong said. "Nanyu" was the pseudonym he used at that time. He didn't tell she Zhun his real name until he was ready to take the exam.

"Lord Yan." She Zhun threw a heavy burden into his arms, "you should need it."

Yan Sikong opened the bag and found dozens of manuscripts, official documents and letters belonging to ge Zhong and Chen Huan. Looking at these things, he fell into deep meditation.

She Zhun cocked her legs and sat down in the chair: "I only stayed in Jingzhou for three months for you. How do you want to thank me back?"

"Thank you very much." Yan Sikong said calmly.

She Zhun's eyes flashed a trace of anger: "I'm afraid you and the little prince are like glue, right? Why, is it that a cold and heartless man like you is moved? "

Yan Sikong rubbed his bleary eyes and said carelessly, "over the years, when did I make mistakes? What do you worry about? I have my own plan."

"Better." She Zhun snorted coldly, "don't ruin our big business for him."

Yan Sikong said, "how is Ge Zhong? Really sick? "

"I'm sick, but I can't seem to die."

"It's not cheap for him." Yan Sikong secretly clenched the manuscript, eyes cold and insidious, "all that my father suffered in those years, I want him to redouble."

She Zhun said in a cold voice: "take this opportunity to eradicate the eunuch as well."

"No way." Yan Sikong shook his head. "It's still easy to deal with Ge Zhong this time, but Xie Zhongren is far away from the capital, and he has deep roots and many followers in the court. If he is involved, this matter will be thoroughly investigated. At that time, the eunuch will be extremely cunning, and even Ge Zhong will be proved to be innocent by him, so I have nothing to do."

She Zhun's face flashed a ferocious look. He took a deep breath: "what should I do?"

"This time, it's only aimed at GE Zhong, but in the letter, it should be revealed that Xie Zhongren may have known about Chen huanmou's rebellion in advance. At that time, in order to protect himself, the eunuch will surely fall down on Ge Zhong, and the emperor will have some suspicion and dissatisfaction with the eunuch."

She was silent.

Yan Sikong looked at she Zhun with cold and resolute eyes: "she Zhun, I can never let Xie Zhongren go. It's just that the time has not come. I can't scare the snake."

She Zhun nodded: "listen to you."

Yan Si got out of bed: "after I leave tomorrow, you put the things on the table into Ge Zhong's and Chen Huan's residence."

"There's no problem with Ge Zhong. King Liang's house is surrounded. Flies can't fly in. It's up to you."

"Good.

She Zhun got up, pushed open the window, thought about it, and told him, "be careful."

"You too."

She must have disappeared quietly.

Yan Sikong put the candlestick on the table, spread out the manuscripts one by one, selected useful words to imitate, and spent most of the night forging several secret letters between GE Zhong and Chen Huan.

Ge Zhong convicted yuan Mao with a forged letter from Li Boyun. Since then, he has vowed to treat him in his own way. Therefore, he has studied anthropomorphic handwriting painstakingly. Now, he is getting it easily. He can't wait to see the despair and pain on Ge Zhong's face.

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it was early morning after Yan Si's busy work. He was so sleepy that he dozed off at his desk until he was awakened by a knock on the door.

He sat up in a hurry, looked at the mess on the table, and said, "who is that?"

"Lord Yan, are you awake?" Outside the door came the sound of Fengye.

"I don't have a good appearance. Please wait a moment."

Outside came the low laughter of Feng Ye.

Yan Sikong quickly stuffed all the manuscripts under the bed, and the one who needed to give her permission was under the candlestick.

Feng Ye got impatient: "not yet?"

Yan Sikong just went to open the door.

Feng Ye gave him a puzzled look and walked into the house: "what are you busy with?"

"Just woke up." Yan Sikong yawned.

Feng Ye looked around and frowned slightly: "has anyone else ever been here?" Martial arts practitioners have extremely keen senses. He feels that there is something unusual in the room, and he can't say what's wrong.Yan Si, with a hollow clatter, yawned again. He wiped his face with a cloth towel and said, "never."

"Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"It's very good. I'm too tired these days. When I sleep till dawn, just one night's sleep is not enough. I'm still very tired." Yan Sikong turned to put on her coat.

Feng Ye went to the bed, suddenly bent down, with his hand to explore the bed, cool, his eyes a dark.

After finishing her clothes, Yan Sikong turned around and said, "did you have breakfast? Go and visit Lord Ge now? "

“…… I'm waiting for you. Go downstairs and have dinner Feng Ye's dark eyes fixed on Yan Sikong.

"Let's go." Yan Sikong also looked at him, waiting for him to leave the room by himself, otherwise he would not be at ease.

The two men looked at each other across the air with a flick of their fingers, thinking of each other, and then went underground.

After eating breakfast, they went to the governor's house with Liang Guang.

When the porter led them into the mansion, Yan Si thought that he was going to see Ge Zhong soon. He breathed more and more. He clenched his fists in his sleeve robe, and his forehead was full of blue veins. Every step he took required great concentration.

"Lord Yan, are you ok?" Feng Ye sees Yan Sikong's face pale and suspicious. From getting up early to now, Yan Sikong's actions are very unusual.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "I feel a little sick. It's OK."

Eleven years ago, Fengye was only eight years old. Naturally, he didn't know that GE Zhong was the censor of Yuanmao case. He was very glad that Fengye didn't know, otherwise he would not be able to start.

Suddenly, a man with white temples came out of the room. He was thin and had a hooked nose. He seemed to be ill, his eyes were sunken and his face was full of color. His whole figure was like a skeleton.

Yan Sikong is like being beaten on the chest with a heavy fist. His body is shocked and his heart is aching, and his brain is also blank for a short time.

Gezhong!

Eleven years later, the face of this man is still deeply imprinted in his eyes, he can recognize it at a glance!

Ge Zhong bowed his hand to salute him from a long distance: "son of the world, Mr. Liang, if you are old, you should welcome him from afar."

"Oh, Lord Ge." Liang Guang said, "Mr. GE has just recovered from a serious illness. Why should he be so polite?"

Feng Ye also arched his hand: "Mr. Ge."

Yan Si looked at GE Zhong, his whole body was like falling into an ice cave. His hair was so cold that he couldn't help shaking.

This despicable old man, he would like to eat his meat and sleep his skin now!

"Lord Yan?" Feng Ye stares at Yan Sikong, who is stunned in situ. He can't help but push him. "If you disobey, go back and have a rest."

Yan Sikong recovered from his dream. He unfolded his sleeve robe and bowed to ge Zhong deeply. In a gloomy voice, he said slowly, "I'll see you, governor."

"Who is this?" Ge Zhong looks at Yan Sikong.

Liang Guangdao said: "this is Lord Yan Sikong, the two top scholars. Now he is studying for the crown prince. This time, he made a letter with the army and sent an envoy to Kuizhou. He made a lot of contributions by offering good strategies."

"Oh, Lord Yan is really a talented young man. Nice to meet you." Ge Zhong's eyes looked up and down at Yan Sikong. He thought he was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember anything.

Yan Sikong said: "I don't dare. I hope the governor will forgive me for my discomfort and trance. "

"Well, I've just recovered from a serious illness. I'm very empty." Ge Zhong said with a smile, "son of the world, you two, please take your seat."

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong walked behind. He said in a low voice: "go back and ask the medical officer to catch the side medicine for you. I think you are going to faint. I knew I didn't bring you."

Yan Sikong waved his hand: "I'm just too tired. I'll have a good rest tonight, and it will be OK."

After sitting down, Ge Zhong asked about the situation on the front line with concern, and Liang Guang told him the truth.

Mentioning Chen Huan, Ge Zhong sighs frequently.

Yan Sikong took the opportunity to say: "I heard that the governor and the king of Liang had a good friendship?"

Ge Zhong said solemnly, "as an official in Lianghu, I do have personal relations with King Liang, but I can't tolerate him for being so rebellious and rebellious."

Yan Sikong praised: "the governor has a deep understanding of righteousness. He spared his life to be honest and innocent. This loyalty and virtuous heart is devoted to the day. It's the example of my Dasheng officials."

Ge Zhong arched his hand and said, "the sun and the moon can be used as a reference. Those who serve as ministers should be brave enough to repay your Majesty's great kindness with their blood and heart."

Several people complimented one after another.

Liang Guang also mentioned the chaos in Jingzhou City, and discussed with Ge Zhong how to rectify the army and the people, and how to mobilize food and grass to transport to Dongting Lake.

Yan Sikong watched Ge Zhong silently, just like a prey waiting to be slaughtered.