Chasing King

Datong ushered in a hot summer, this year's weather than in previous years to sultry, zhenbeiwang inspection team all the way north to Liaodong, more and more cool.

When I came to Guangning again, it was autumn. The wall, which was almost destroyed by the artillery stones of the Jin soldiers, had been repaired. On the basis of the original structure of the wall, a real urn was built at the East and West gates, which was more solid than before.

Liang Huiyong is still the commander in chief of Liaodong, and the magistrate of Liaodong is an old minister sent by Fengye from Datong. The person recommended by Yan Sikong has also been reused.

Back in Guangning again, it's peaceful and peaceful. It's hard to imagine. Just a few months ago, there were mountains of corpses and rivers of blood under the wall.

After being invaded by barbarians for nearly 30 years, the people in Eastern Liaoning finally saw the hope that it was the autumn harvest season, and every family was looking forward to the success of the new year's harvest, and they could really live and work in peace and contentment.

When Fengye entered the city, thousands of people met each other and knelt down to the king of Zhenbei who defeated the Jin soldiers.

Yan Sikong rode behind Feng Ye, looking at the people's faces, no longer fear and despair, but heartfelt smile, more comfort.

It was Fengye. At first, he had a faint smile on his face. Later, he went back to the post house with a straight face.

Liaodong officials don't know why they are unhappy about Fengye. Except for Liang Huiyong, most of them have just been appointed. They are afraid that they will be disappointed by the king of Zhenbei.

After all, Liang Huiyong and Fengye had the friendship of fighting side by side, so he tried out on behalf of others: "Your Highness, but you are tired from the journey?"

Yan think empty also don't understand ground looking at to seal wild, in front of public's face son, he also not good direct inquiry seal wild.

Feng Ye glanced at them: "No."

"Then..." Liang Huiyong said frankly, "if your highness feels that his subordinates are not good at handling affairs, he will be punished."

"I ask you, who is responsible for guarding Liaodong?"

"Of course, your highness." The officials and generals agreed.

"What else?"

"And..." A young general flattered, "general yuan and General Liang have also contributed a lot."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, his eyes suddenly cold.

The man's face changed, and suddenly the atmosphere did not dare to come out.

Liang Huiyong immediately understood the meaning of Fengye, and said, "Lord Yan is the greatest contributor."

All the people were silent. Yan Sikong felt like a needle on a needle. He said: "Your Highness..."

Feng Ye raised his hand: "don't talk." Then he pointed to Liang Huiyong, "General Liang is right. Without Yan Sikong, there would be no Liaodong today. You know what I know, why don't other people know, why don't people know?"

"This..." Liang Huiyong didn't know how to answer.

Yan Sikong said: "Your Highness, you must be tired after all this journey. If you have anything to do, let's discuss it tomorrow."

"I'm not tired." What else should Feng ye say.

"Your Highness." Yan Sikong added, "you adults have been waiting for you outside the city gate all day, and you are tired."

Feng Ye took a look at Yan Sikong, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "you go down first, and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Yes."

After everyone left, Yan Sikong said helplessly, "what are you doing?"

Feng Ye stretched out his hand to him: "kong'er, come here."

Yan Sikong walked over and was seated on his leg by Feng Yela. He held Yan Sikong's back and said in a soft voice: "today, the people welcome me in the corridor. They shout thank you all the way. General Xie Liang and general Xie Yuan, how about you? Do they remember that you are the most deserving person?"

"I'm not well-known. How can people change my outlook just because of a commendation document?"

"Will they listen to the rumor?"

Yan Sikong said calmly, "it's not all rumors. I did a lot of things that people despise. It's not strange that people criticize me."

"You have done more than you have done. How can you be buried?" Feng Ye suddenly tightens his hand around Yan Sikong, and his heart aches.

Yan Sikong shook his head with a smile: "even so, the people will not try to find the truth. I'm just their conversation after dinner. If you force me to correct my name, it will only appear to be more counterproductive."

Feng Yejian frowned and said in a dull voice, "I don't want you to be wronged. They call you..."

"The man on the wall." Yan Sikong laughed and said, "if this title is left on the history books, it's really interesting."

"Free time." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "even if you don't care how people look at you, don't you care about your hometown? You don't have to be brave in front of me. "

Yan Sikong said with a free and easy smile: "I'm alone. After a hundred years, nothing will be left. I'll let my posterity comment on my merits and demerits. If you want to do something for me, why don't you Build an ancestral hall for my father. "

"Good." Feng Ye said without hesitation, "I will let future generations remember the fame of general Yuanmao."

"That's enough." Yan Sikong pinches Feng Ye's chin and prints a kiss on his lips.

Feng Ye gently rubbed his face: "what else do you want me to do, just say it."Yan Sikong gazed at Feng Ye's eyes and said clearly, "I want you to control the northern territory well. On the day when the people are rich and the army is strong, you can take the army across Huangshui, take back the seven states of Northern Liaoning and kill the golden dog."

Feng Ye said solemnly, "in your lifetime."

Yan Sikong leans into Feng Ye's arms and listens to the powerful heartbeat quietly. His lips don't feel a smile. Only this person in the world can give him inner peace and stability.

-

although Yan Sikong advised Fengye not to do too much, Fengye still asked the historian to rewrite his story. Yan Sikong didn't want him to do this because the king of Zhenbei could write the history of Liaodong, but the emperor could write the history of the world. He didn't know what position Chen would leave for him in the history books.

The ancestral hall of Yuanmao was also built by Yan Sikong, a geomantic treasure outside the city. Word of mouth is inevitably untrue, and the meticulous writing of history is also inevitably biased. That is to say, the change of Dynasty and the change of surname have happened several times in thousands of years, which may not be as strong and durable as this mud tile stone walled Yuan Temple.

As long as it stands, Yuan Mao's life will be praised and paid homage to forever.

After half a day, Yan Sikong returned to the city and learned that Feng Ye was watching the sunset on the tower. He also came to the city wall and climbed up. He saw a tall figure standing at the end of the city, watching a round of orange sun hanging in the sky. It was like a burning ground fire burning through the clouds for half a day.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Fengye didn't have to look back. He also knew who was coming. He told the left and right: "step back."

Yan Sikong walked up to him, stood side by side with him and said with a smile, "how can the king of Zhenbei have the pleasure of watching the sunset today?"

"Today's sunset is extraordinarily beautiful." Feng Ye said with a smile, "such a beautiful twilight should not be appreciated alone. I'm thinking of you in my heart, and you're coming. Isn't it true that I have a soul in my heart?"

"If you have a heart to heart, you have a heart to heart." Yan Sikong looked at him with a smile, and his heart filled with emotion, "if we had not kept this city, we would not have been able to enjoy the beautiful scenery here."

Fengye said: "there are countless beautiful scenery in this world. You can't give up one place to barbarians."

Yan Sikong has a picture of an army under the city tower. It is with the determination of countless people to sacrifice their lives for righteousness that they can keep the alien race away from the city gate forever and stand here alive. I don't know how much blood and tears they have to go through. There was a little palpitation in his heart, and he said in a soft voice, "yes, no territory can be allowed."

Feng Ye turned his head and looked at Yan Sikong, then put him in his arms: "how is the ancestral hall repaired?"

"It's very smooth, but Nan Yu doesn't know how to see it."

"I know you're worried about him."

At this time, yuan Nanyu was gathering tribute in Datong. After the autumn harvest, he would personally escort the tribute to the capital. This was their original agreement with Chen.

"He's already your right commander and a general of Hussars. He should face all the bloody storms himself, but it's in my heart..." Yan Sikong sighed, "he has always been my younger brother who didn't grow up."

"I understand, but you have to believe him, and Chen must not be presumptuous." Referring to the name, Feng Ye's eyes darkened. "I just received the news today that Chen Chun died suddenly and Princess Wen hanged herself. He finally got revenge. However, I guess what he hated most and wanted to kill most was Chen Xuan."

Yan Sikong shook his head: "no matter how hateful he was, he didn't dare to kill his father and his king just after he ascended the throne. However, he would be admonished by the officials for his bold cruelty. This time, he should have no spare power to embarrass Nan Yu."

"Yes, we have just formed an alliance. If we can't break our promise immediately, we can find an excuse to go to another person next year."

Yan Sikong nodded: "he doesn't dare to air it."

Two people nestle up, quietly watching the sunset, only feel this moment of time was so wonderful.

“…… Free time, let's go riding tomorrow. Let's go to Guangning's racecourse. " Feng Ye said softly.

"That Racecourse has long been deserted."

"I want to go and have a look. Maybe I can find even one stable in my memory."

Yan Sikong laughed: "why so much trouble." He released the dagger that Fengye had given him at that time from his waist. "This dagger is our witness at that time."

Feng Ye reached for the dagger, looked at it carefully, and then pulled the blade out of its sheath.

This is the first knife Feng Jianping gave him. When he was a child, he thought it was long and heavy, and it was hard to dance. Now it is so small and light in his hands.

Feng Ye, holding a dagger and learning from his childhood, pointed to the void with a sharp blade. He said in a bold voice: "ten years later, you and I will be the senior officials and I will be the general. We will work hand in hand to settle the internal and external affairs, help the country, drive away the barbarians, level the world, and keep the name of the world forever."

Yan Si made a hollow move, and also directed at the ever changing red sun, he said in a loud voice: "to make a great contribution to the world, to keep the name forever! It's a deal! "

At the end of the speech, Yan Sikong suddenly felt sour nose, almost to tears.

How many innocent people and how many young people's ambitions are crushed by the grinding of the world. Looking back, even if they can say their wishes word by word, they can't find their beliefs at that time. No one has been able to become a person in their childhood imagination, establish their imaginary achievements, or even be twisted into a completely different shape by fate.This hand of destiny has broken countless dreams and beliefs, and has already been dripping with blood.

It may be a gift that they can still stand side by side now.

Feng Ye also has mixed feelings. He holds Yan Sikong's hand tightly: "fate is changeable. I cherish every moment when you and I work hand in hand." He had experienced loss, and would never let that despair repeat itself.

Yan Si turned to look at him: "me too. The more I believe in fate, the more I feel that everything between you and me is doomed."

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong are linked with each other: "yes, we are destined to meet, to entangle and to stay together." His eyes are affectionate and firm, "If heaven dares to separate us, I will fight with all my life, so in this life, we will be together."

Yan Si's face was soft. He leaned on Feng Ye's shoulder and said with a smile, "I know." In countless treacherous and intriguing days and nights, he did not dare to imagine that a man like him could have a moment in his heart, only pure joy and tenderness.

After a lot of tempering, he was already bruised, but at least at the moment, his heart could not be more satisfied.

Because of Fengye.

Only Fengye.

No matter how dangerous the road ahead is, they will go on together until the end.

"Fengye."

"Well."

"Do you remember that winter hunting?"

"I remember."

"In fact, the world war between you and Chen Kai was doomed at that time."

-

"Dad." A handsome boy, holding a large pile of books, runs in the rich mansion. His face is flushed and his mouth is panting, but his legs run steadily and fast. "Dad -"

"Qing'er, in the study." The voice of the bright youth sounded in the distance.

The boy ran to the study and exclaimed excitedly, "Dad, I found the book you want..." He did not pay attention to the foot, tripped over a porcelain vase, immediately fell a piece of shit, the books in his hand flew out.

The man in the wheelchair slightly tilted his head and frowned: "if a man wants to walk like the wind and stand like a pine, you are not small. How can you be so reckless?"

At the same time, the young man came to help him.

The man who is still upright in the wheelchair is Shen Hexuan, the youngest cabinet minister in the world.

And that young man is his student Fu Zhanqing.

The boy on the ground, Shen Zhengqing, Shen Hexuan's eldest son, got up from the ground and said with a smile, "I've been looking for it for a long time. I'm so happy."

"Put it here." Fu Zhanqing said with a smile, "is Qing'er hurt?"

"It's OK. It doesn't hurt." Shen Zhengqing put down the book and looked around the disordered study. He said helplessly, "when can we clean up so many things?"

It was a good thing that the Emperor gave Shen Hexuan a new house, but it was a headache to move.

"Don't worry, just take your time." Fu Zhanqing said, "Qing'er, go and help the nun."

"My mother said I was careless. She nearly broke her bracelet and drove me out." Shen Zhengqing said with a smile, "it's still dad's book cover. Besides, dad has nothing of value."

Fu Zhanqing couldn't help laughing again.

Shen Hexuan also had no choice but to shake his head with a smile on his face.

Shen Zhengqing's eyes fell on the painting in Fu Zhanqing's hand: "brother Fu, whose painting are you holding?"

Fu Zhanqing unfolded the scroll and looked at it carefully. Shen Zhengqing could not understand it because of his indulgent look on his face. He said, "I'm discussing with my teacher where this painting should be hung."

Shen Hexuan's expression was also a bit strange.

"What a picture." Shen Zhengqing walked over and saw that the painting was actually a single legged crane sipping by the stream. The crane was vividly painted. It had a slender neck and elegant posture. Every feather seemed to be touchable. Shen Zhengqing was such a child who didn't know much about things. He couldn't help admiring it.

"Wow, this crane is so well painted. Who is the master of it?" Shen Hexuan looks at the bottom of the picture, but there is nothing there. He looks at Fu Zhanqing suspiciously.

Fu Zhan said with a light smile: "no signature."

"Why is such a good painting not signed?" Shen Zhengqing was puzzled. He looked closer and read out a poem by the painter:

Yu Yu Hui LAN

Ru Gu Bian Hong Meng

Feng Qing Ling five mountains

SHEN Hexuan murmured: "Shen Luan accompanies he Xian, Shen Luan accompanies He Xian God, crane, fairy... " He suddenly said, "this is for Dad?"

Fu Zhanqing said with a smile: "Qing'er is really smart."

Shen Zhengqing excitedly said: "this crane is clearly painting his father. Who on earth respects his father so much?"

Shen Hexuan chuckled: "you can't guess."

"Just ask if you can't guess." Shen Hexuan's eyes were full of light, and he was very curious, "Dad, who is this painting made by? Brother Fu? Who is it? "Fu Zhanqing hesitates to look at Shen Hexuan and doesn't know whether to tell Shen Zhengqing.

Shen Hexuan said calmly: "it's the one who pushed Dad down the cliff."

Shen Zhengqing's face changed: "what! Yan, Yan Sikong? "

"Exactly."

When Shen Zhengqing looked at the painting again, his idea changed completely. He said angrily, "he drew such a thing to laugh at his father. This man is really crazy!"

Fu Zhanqing explained: "Qing'er, this painting is not laughing at the teacher, but complimenting the teacher."

"But he's the one who broke his father's leg. He's notorious and has done a lot of evil. What kind of kindness can he have?"

Shen Hexuan stares at Shen Zhengqing and sees that Shen Zhengqing is hairy. Then he says to Zhan Qing, "Zhan Qing, hang this painting in your study."

On hearing this, Shen Zhengqing was worried: "Dad, how can you hang this thing in your study?"

Shen Hexuan said: "Qing'er, do you remember the title of Xilin wall when you were a child?"

"You can see the mountains on both sides and the peaks on both sides. The distance is different from the height." of course, I remember. " Shen Zhengqing is as smart and precocious as his father. As soon as he can remember such a poem, he looks at Shen Hexuan in a puzzled way.

"When you look at the same thing from different angles, there are many differences. When you don't know that this painting was painted by Yan Sikong, you still feel that the painter respects me very much. When you know that, you feel that he is mocking me. Do you think about why?"

Shen Zhengqing was silent.

Shen Hexuan touched Shen Zhengqing's head: "the Yan Sikong I know is different from the Yan Sikong you heard about and the Yan Sikong in the world."

Shen Zhengqing was at a loss: "what does Father mean? What's Yan Sikong like that Father knows? "

"He..." Shen Hexuan hesitated for a moment, a low smile, "a word is hard to say."

"But everyone said that he was a traitor. Oh, I heard that he once destroyed the eunuch party, but he betrayed his mentor, the imperial court, and the emperor. He and he were people from all walks of life, so everyone called him" the Lord on the fence. "

Fu Zhanqing's face was a little dim. He said softly, "Qing'er, he and your father used to be close friends. Many things are not as you imagine, just as you see that mountains are not necessarily mountains, water is not necessarily water, and people are not good enough. When you grow up, you will understand."

Shen Zhengqing was even more at a loss: "this Is he not a traitor or a loyal minister? Dad, I don't understand. What kind of person is Yan Sikong? "

Shen Hexuan pondered for a moment, only to feel that the man's complex, merits and demerits, right and wrong, a volume of book is afraid to write endless, he picked up the pen, in the white rice paper, wrote down a few powerful words:

loyalty, treachery, country!

-

Bibliography:

historical records

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twenty four histories

Analects of Confucius

the 15th year of Wanli

the Ming Dynasty

romance of the Three Kingdoms

< Liu Tao · San Lue

seven books of Wu Jing

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Let me have a rest for a few days, I will be more than a few main CP and Deputy CP, but I don't know when. Take your time.

I can finally be a salted fish for a period of time, have a good Chinese new year, go out to play, and then do my homework to prepare for the next book!

The next one is the tenth book of modern 188 series - "flame uniform". I expect it to be published in April.

Thank you for your support. I love you so much. I wish you a happy new year in advance