Chasing King

Yan Sikong had a lot of spare time, so Feng Ye stayed in Beijing as much as possible. They met almost day and night.

After exposing himself to Fengye, Yan Sikong finally doesn't need to disguise everywhere. For many years, disguise seems to have become a layer of skin and a piece of armor for him, which is what he relies on to protect himself. If he wants to peel off, it will be bloody, but at the same time, it will make him forget his true self. Finally, in front of Fengye, he can break the camouflage a little, and gasp in the real air, so happy is indescribable.

Feng Ye is no longer suspicious. He can let go of his bad feelings and accept the real Yan Sikong. They conspire with each other, which is more tacit than before.

Although Yan Sikong was not successful in the Ministry of officials for the time being, he was not in a hurry. When he went to the yamen, he tried his best to read the official documents of previous years. First, he had a rough look at all the yearbooks and files of the Ministry of officials since the founding of the emperor of Sheng Dynasty. His memory was amazing. If he had read them, he would remember at least 7788. Then, he focused on the files of emperor Zhaowu and the former Emperor When he was in the Imperial Academy, he saw official documents, memorials, etc., and he had a score in his mind about the big and small things that happened to the officials of the two dynasties in personnel. Anyone who shares the same faction, who has been in favor with someone, who may have been bribed, who may have taken revenge, who is truly impartial, who has whitewashed peace and hidden filth, can find clues from this pile of paper. As long as we study deeply, most of them can catch big fish, and he has quietly grasped the handle of several people.

Yan Sikong is waiting for an opportunity. The fastest opportunity may be his marriage. The slower one is the six-year plan of Beijing inspection in the spring of next year. With this opportunity, he will be able to kill several eunuchs of the Ministry of official affairs and really get in touch with the rights of the Secretary for literary selections.

The grand plan of jingcha was originally a political feast that Yan Sikong was most looking forward to. But when he thought of giving marriage, he hoped that time would pass slowly. He was like a prisoner of death waiting to be killed after autumn. He was worried about Fengye's reaction after he knew the marriage, but it was hard to say. After all, one more day is one more day.

Yan Si daydream to this, gently sighed, suddenly, his back was stabbed, he was startled, turned around, see Feng Ye smile looking at him: "what do you think, I close to you did not find."

Yan Sikong picked an eyebrow: "Shizi is very good at martial arts. If I don't want to discover it, how can I discover it?"

Feng Ye came up and said, "you call me Shizi again. Do you want me to kiss you?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "yes."

Feng Ye encircles his waist, sticks his lips to his soft lips, and gently sucks.

Yan Sikong leaned back in his generous arms and said with a low smile, "you didn't just go to Jingshan camp two days ago. Why did you come back again?"

"It's cold. I always want to hold you warm." Feng Ye tightened his arm, "moreover, my father has no news, I sleep in the camp, General Zhao let me come back to rest."

Yan Sikong gently grasped Feng Ye's hand: "don't be afraid, King Jingyuan will win."

Feng Ye nodded and put his chin on Yan Sikong's shoulder: "how can you come back so early today?"

"I come and go, nobody cares." Yan Sikong said with a helpless smile, "they wish I didn't show up every day."

"Calm down."

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "don't worry, I've been waiting for so many years, how can I be in a hurry for a while."

"Tomorrow spring is the grand plan of Beijing inspection."

Yan Sikong nodded: "that's a good time. The teacher is anxious to put me in the Ministry of officials. It must be for the great plan of Beijing inspection next year. By the way, the virtuous concubine is there... "

"Don't worry, I've already told her, but as a foreign minister, it's inconvenient for me to enter the palace frequently. The next time I see her, I'll wait until the Spring Festival."

"Well, maybe..."

"What?"

"I give lectures for the prince, but I can often go to the harem. If Princess Hui has contact with empress Xian, it will be more convenient for you to communicate with empress Xian."

"I will write a letter to ask Princess Hui to pass it on to her aunt, who only has a princess. If she can win over the prince, it will be good for her in the future."

"It is."

Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong with his cheek. "I heard that the prince is very dependent on you."

Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I have gained the trust and dependence of the prince. I will help him to ascend the throne and recreate the peaceful and prosperous times of my great Sheng."

"Oh, when you meet with him, you will be recorded in the history books by later generations, and you will make a wonderful story that will be passed down through the ages." Feng Ye's tone is sour.

Yan Sikong chuckled: "how, do you want to taste it?"

Feng Ye "Yi" said: "a child with drooping temples, what do I taste?"

Yan Sikong pinched the back of his hand and said, "that's the prince of today. I can't be rude."

"Well, now it's up to him." Feng Ye curled his lips. "I just want to know that you and I were the closest people when we were alive, but after thousands of years, our names can't be mentioned at the same time."

"Why not? Our names will be close together in the war against rebellion.""That's all." Feng Ye said disappointedly.

"Why do you care about that?" Yan Si idled over, holding Feng Ye's face, and said with a gentle smile, "it's just a matter behind me."

Feng Ye also followed with a smile: "living in a temple, repairing Qi and governing Ping, who dares to say that he doesn't care about the things behind him."

Yan Sikong joked: "I mean, it's enough to have you and me in the history books. Do you want the historian to publicize our bed curtain?"

Feng Ye grinned and narrowed his eyes: "I think it's good. Your writing style is excellent. It's better for you to write about the happiness of you and me."

"Nonsense." Yan Sikong said with a smile.

"I've got a name. How about chungong Fu?"

Yan Sikong hits Feng Ye's face with a fist. Feng Ye waves his hand to resist, and the other hand cuts Yan Sikong's waist. After several moves, they laugh at each other.

"Spare time, I mean it."

Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing: "you don't know how to be ashamed."

"I don't know, ha ha ha ha --"

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in the seemingly calm days, they ushered in the first snow in the capital. The snow came much later than usual, but it was crazy and thick. It seemed that it had accumulated in the sky for a long time, and the sky finally could not bear the heavy load, which made them break the dike for two days and two nights.

The temperature of the capital dropped suddenly, and there were few pedestrians on the street. There was only one fast horse. Under the cold wind, it rushed into the city under the thick snow and went straight to the palace. There's almost only one possibility for such an urgent horse to enter the city from outside the city. What this horse brings is war news.

It was the last days of Zhaowu's thirty-six years, but there was a big news -- King Jingyuan defeated 100 thousand enemy troops of Wala with his sword, and won a complete victory. This was the biggest victory of Feng Jianping against Wala for more than thirty years, and also a victory of subverting the world pattern. After this war, Wala did not dare to invade the Central Plains for ten years.

This battle is known as the great victory of beiyuanguan.