Chasing King

Early summer is the rainy season, but the rain is always fine, never happy, but makes the air sticky, more muggy, it is really annoying.

Yan Sikong sat at the table, looking out of the window at the dusk with rain, poetry, but no one can talk.

Ali is the only servant in the family. He has been with him for four or five years. When the Yellow River was flooded, the people were in dire need of living. He went to a small county to save the mute who was about to starve to death and still insisted on selling his life to bury his parents.

Ah Li was nothing special - at least he didn't see anything special at that time. He just saw that he was in the same boat with himself, that he couldn't speak or write, and that he was safe with him, so he bought him.

When he met Yuanmao in those years, it was because of Yuanmao's difference that he had all kinds of ideas for the future?

It's all fate.

Later, it was found that the reason why ah Li was called ah Li was that he had a lot of manpower. Although he was ugly, he was honest and obedient. He never made his own decisions. He was a loyal servant who could be trusted.

He took Ali to join the uprising army, and later found that they were just a gang of mobs who could only burn, kill and plunder, but could not become a big weapon, so he took Ali and ran away together.

He went all the way south from Liaodong, and his footprints crossed half of the Dasheng River and mountain. He knew that the dynasty was terminally ill, and there would be no peace anywhere. However, being in the center of the storm, he was the only one who could give him comfort, because he knew that he was closer to liberation every day, whether he died or I died.

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in the middle of the night, when the food is cold, Yan Sikong calls Ali and asks him to heat the food and wine again.

Ali didn't say anything and turned to hot food, though it was the second time this evening.

Yan Sikong sat calmly at the table waiting.

Before the meal was served, the window creaked, and a sticky wind penetrated into the room. Yan Sikong put down his book and turned his head: "why don't your highness go through the door?"

"Just give me two empty wine bottles, which are not worthy of my visiting." Feng Ye threw the two wine jugs on the ground. The wooden jugs collided and made a dull sound, but there was no sound of liquid shaking.

Yan Sikong smiles, gets up and salutes: "I've met your highness."

Feng Ye curled his mouth and ordered, "don't wipe it for me yet."

Yan Sikong took the cloth towel and handed it to Feng Ye respectfully. Feng Ye glared at him arrogantly and slowly spread out his hand.

Yan Sikong had no choice but to smile and carefully wiped the thin rain on Feng Ye's face and clothes with a cloth towel. Maybe it's too big to stand around, because it's always oppressive.

Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong: "what do you mean?"

"What does your highness mean?"

"Don't be silly."

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "I think your highness doesn't like to make friends with people, and naturally doesn't want to let people know that you and I have met. So I invite you with an empty pot. If your highness appreciates you, your humble abode will shine. If your highness doesn't come, you won't be too embarrassed, right?"

Feng Ye looked at the bowls, chopsticks and wine utensils placed on the table, and slightly narrowed his eyes: "I think you're right. I'll come."

"I dare not."

"Do you have a date?"

"This rainy night in spring and summer, if your highness doesn't come, it's also a pleasure for me to make friends with sages and sages."

Just as he was wiping, the door was pushed open. Feng Ye turned his head and saw an ugly, burly man with several kinds of wine and vegetables, staring at them.

Yan Sikong said, "ah Li, go to have a rest after you are busy."

Ah Li nodded, arranged the food and wine on his hand one by one, backed out backward, and secretly glanced at Feng Ye.

When ah Li closed the door, Feng Ye frowned and said, "why did you find such a servant?"

"What's wrong?" Yan Sikong stepped back and made a "please" gesture, "Your Highness, please take a seat."

"If he is dishonest and greedy for your money, can you beat him?"

Yan Sikong said with a smile: "I'm a little seven grade editor. How can I get the money?"

Fengye thought about it, and it was reasonable: "the thief in this broken house you live in has to make a detour."

"That's the way to be clean." Yan Sikong poured wine on Fengye, "I'll give you a toast to Shizi first."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong and drank a cup alone. He became more and more elusive about this person. Naturally, his eyes were full of inquiry: "why do you ask me to come?"

"I..." Yan Sikong's expression was a bit lonely. "A few days ago, Lord Yan mentioned that I was the prince's servant."

Feng Ye said quietly, "it's a good thing."

"Yes, it's not. There are many banquets and banquets. They all say they want to celebrate for me. If they are not busy compiling history recently, none of them can escape."

"In that case..."

"But I don't have anyone I really want to celebrate with." Yan Sikong light smile, eyes some flicker, "think about it, only think about the son."

Feng Ye was stunned, and his vigilance was relieved. However, Yan Sikong's trembling lashes and gloomy eyes made him feel lonely. He stabbed him like a thorn.Feng Ye let out a breath, and finally with a smile on his face, he took the initiative to pour the wine: "OK, I'll celebrate for you today." He raised his glass and said, "congratulations on your promotion."

Yan Sikong also raised his glass: "thank you, your highness."

Feng Ye thought of his last meal of wine and was not satisfied: "last time in my house, you ran first. Today you have nowhere to run. I will see you drunk."

Yan Si said: "I'm afraid I haven't been drunk yet. Your highness will be drunk first."

Feng Ye picked an eyebrow: "today, let's explore the bottom to see who has a good drink."

"I'll stay with you to the end."

They exchanged drinks and soon got excited, but Yan Sikong kept sober all the time, pretended to be slightly drunk and chatted with Fengye: "that day, I went to the east palace with my teacher to see the prince. Although he was young, he had a great bearing. It seems that years of cold treatment didn't destroy his dragon spirit."

"If it's a real dragon, the auspicious spirit will not die out even if it's thoroughly tempered." Feng Ye sipped, "it's just that he is so young, and the emperor is in his prime. It's hard to say what will happen later."

"It's hard to say what will happen tomorrow when the world changes." Yan Sikong said, "the current situation is so unpredictable that no one can be alone. Shizi still plans to stay at home. Can't the gate come out?"

"I'm going to ask your majesty for a job." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong and said, "what can I do?"

Yan Si daydream: "your majesty will not give you an important position, if idle, I'm afraid I've wronged my son, I can't say it well."

Feng Ye took a draught of wine: "exactly. Zhao Fuyi, deputy chief of shuntianfu, is my father's old department. I decided to go to him first. "

Yansi had guessed for a long time, but still pretended to be clear. Zhao Fuyi is no stranger to him. It was this man who led 20000 troops from shuntianfu to Guangning. He said, "how many defenders are there inside and outside the capital?"

"But thirty or forty thousand."

"In this way, your Highness has nothing to worry about." Yan Si hollow thought, just thirty or forty thousand troops, if there is no Jingyuan King guarding Datong, Wala command and down, Dasheng is over.

Yan Sikong didn't dare to say this, but Fengye dared to say it. Fengye snorted a lot and said, "if it wasn't for my father, the great Shengjiang mountain would not have been protected. Your majesty has been sending those civil servants to take charge of this and that. My father wants to turn it upside down. Do you need to wait until now?"

Yan Sikong patted Feng Ye's knee: "you and I are talking about wine room. Stop here."

Feng Ye didn't think so, and a fierce anger flashed in his eyes: "now my father has finally controlled the military and political power of Datong, but he wants me to be trapped in the capital."

"If not, how can your majesty be at ease." Yan Sikong looked at Fengye deeply, "Shizi, it's not a bad thing. King Jingyuan has your help in Beijing, isn't it like a tiger adding wings?"

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, wine seemed to wake up a bit: "what do you mean?"

Yan Sikong smiles, and his eyes are slightly bewitched: "when you and I met for the first time, I already said that King Jingyuan is not in the court. If someone is unfavorable to him, it's hard to argue. Shizi should stand on his own feet, help king Jingyuan sit in Datong and protect the Central Plains."

Feng Ye snorted: "of course, I joined the army when I was 11 years old. I've never been afraid of the sword or the arrow. Who dares to plot against my father? I'm sure he can't afford it."

Yan Si sighed in the hollow, Fengye was still too small, and his temperament was arrogant. At first sight, he had never been frustrated, and he didn't know whether he was lucky or unfortunate.

The more they drank, the more wine filled the room and smoked people drunk.

Feng Ye was so drunk that he couldn't sit on the stool. Seeing his body sliding down, Yan Sikong came forward and held him: "Your Highness, I'll help you to have a rest." He also drank so much that he could barely support Feng Ye's body, but he was swaying.

"I want to And drink... " Feng Ye reached for the wine pot.

Yan Sikong only feels that Fengye has a lot of money. His legs are shaking. He wants to call Ali to help him, but he remembers that he asked Ali to have a rest. He really has no strength to help Fengye to the guest room, so he has to stagger and throw him on his bed.

Just about to leave, Feng Ye grabbed his wrist. His strength was so strong that he didn't look like a drunk.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with a pair of dense eyes: "where are you going?"

"Your Highness, it's time to rest."

"No After drinking, you dare to run. " Feng Ye blinked, "my name is My brother, bite you. "

Yan Sikong wanted to laugh, but he was too sleepy to laugh: "you still say it's spiritual, isn't it still a Well, animal

"It's natural and spiritual. Who do I call it to bite I'll bite you. "

Yan Sikong grabs Feng Ye's hand and wants to break off his fingers, but Feng Ye is just like a child in a contest. Instead, he holds it more tightly: "you are not allowed to go."

Yan Sikong has no choice but to shake and stand up. He insists on pulling out his hand. Feng Ye suddenly uses his strength to drag Yan Sikong onto the bed and fall heavily on himself.

Yan Sikong's head bumped into the bed post, and he swore a few words. Feng Ye laughed: "dare you run, dare you run?"

Yan Sikong struggled a few times and became more and more powerless."No running." Feng Ye hugs Yan Sikong, buries his face in his chest and murmurs: "Sikong..."

Yan Sikong's body is stiff. He seems to recall the hug when they said goodbye ten years ago. But at that time, he was still a weak and soft child. Now he is as hard as iron. He is a real man who has gone through life and death in the battlefield,.

Yan Sikong sighed and pondered over the "Sikong" of Feng Ye's cry. It seemed that he was not calling him, but through his body, penetrating the time, calling the little boy ten years ago.

“…… It's not the same Yan Sikong's body slowly relaxed. Although their posture was extremely awkward, his dizzy brain made him forget the etiquette. He only felt the warmth he had not had for a long time.

“…… When you die, I feel sad for a long time... " Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong harder and harder, "for a long time..."

Yan Sikong's nose filled with acid, and there was no speech for a long time.

There was even snoring in his ears. He closed his eyes. In that moment, he suddenly forgot everything and just wanted to have a steady sleep with the warmth.