Chasing King

Jingshan is not far from the imperial city. It's an hour's drive. The carriage is a little slow. It's near noon.

Yan Si got out of the carriage and looked around: "may I see Jingshan camp here?"

"You can see it when you go up the mountain." Feng Ye stretched his muscles and bones for a while. "There's a grassland at the foot of the mountain where you can run horses. Zuihong is there. On the mountain is a summer resort, which only entertains the royal family and relatives. These two days, you and I will be the only ones. At this time, the fruits and melons will be plump and you will be able to eat a lot. "

Yan Sikong looked up and saw that at the middle of the mountain, where the vegetation was covered, there was a cornice.

"Come on, they should be ready for lunch."

Yan Sikong didn't move. He hesitated: "Your Highness fenghun is also in the manor?"

Feng Ye Leng Leng, laughed: "you are so afraid of it?"

Yan Si hollow said that the giant wolf can swallow people alive, for who is not afraid, he coughed softly: "in addition to the people around you, not often meet the wolf." It's still that big a wolf.

"Don't worry, I let it go to the back mountain. It can't bear to stay in the house all day." Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong's shoulder. "It's my brother. It won't bite you. Don't be afraid. You'll be familiar with it these two days."

"No, it doesn't have to be."

"Ha ha ha ha -" Feng Ye pulls up Yan Sikong, "go."

They hiked up the mountain. The place where the manor is located is not very high, but all the way up the stairs, Yan Sikong is still panting, while Feng Ye only sweats a little.

Several servants and a steward had already stood at the gate of the manor. When they saw Feng Ye, they bowed down one after another: "welcome your highness."

Yan Sikong looked up and saw a red painted plaque on the lintel with four gold inlaid characters: Lingwu villa.

The word is powerful and penetrating, which can be written by people with unusual temperament.

Yan Sikong said happily, "is this Mr. Daogong's handwriting?"

The steward said with a smile: "Lord Yan has good eyesight. That's right. When Mr. Daogong was invited by the king of Chu, he came here to play and left these four characters."

Mr. nadaogong was a brilliant censor in the era of shengningzong. Because of his forthright temperament, he was not pleased by shengningzong, so he was sent to Guizhou. The land was barren and full of disasters, which was almost like exile. In the same year, Shengning Zong lost the vital Hetao area, and the great Shengjiang mountain began to decline at that time. What Mr. Daogong admonished was related to the Hetao area.

Now that he is dead, his integrity and talent have not been forgotten.

Yan Sikong lamented that Sheng Ning Zong had abandoned Hetao to Wala, Emperor Zhaowu had abandoned Liaobei to send Jin, and now Da Sheng was in trouble at home and abroad.

Feng Ye said: "my father also mentioned this person to me, saying that he is a rare good official."

Yan Sikong sighed.

The steward led them in. The manor is built on the back of the mountain, with many green hills. There are beautiful plants and small bridges in the courtyard. Each pavilion is as exquisite as the orchid palace in the palace of laurel. It is hidden in the middle of the mountain and looks like a fairyland.

There are plenty of food and wine in the manor, and musicians are playing melodies.

"Eat more. When we're full, we can go for an outing, horse racing and fishing." Feng Ye said, "I know that you are tired out for the sake of compiling history these days. Take a good rest these two days."

Yan Si's hollow bottom is warm. It's been a long time since anyone cared about him so much. He can't help but smile and say, "thank you."

"Oh, I laugh at last." Feng Ye joked, "it's no longer a look that I'm afraid I'll eat you."

Yan Si Kong picks eyebrows: "Feng Ye, I'm not afraid of you."

"Is it?" Feng Ye suddenly bullied him and appreciated his calm and beautiful eyebrows and eyes. He said with a smile: "yes, my man, I still have to have this courage."

Yan Si empty clip a tender bamboo shoots: "eat it." If it's just Fengye who is teased from time to time, he can handle it. He had a feeling that Fengye needed his company. As for how to accompany him, it didn't seem very important.

Just like that arrogant and overbearing child, he is also eager for playmates.

He hoped he was right.

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after dinner, Yan Sikong asks Feng Ye to take him to Jingshan camp.

"Why do you want to see the camp?"

"As a courtier, what's wrong with taking a look at the garrison camp? I'm not going in. I'm just looking up the mountain. "

"I can't see it here. If you want to get to the top of the mountain, how about I take you to the top tomorrow morning?"

"Not bad."

"Let's go riding." Feng Ye said with a smile, "you want to ride drunk red."

Yan Sikong said honestly, "yes."

"Go

When going down the mountain, Yan Sikong inquired about the situation of Jingshan camp. Fengye didn't want to say more. Instead, he asked him what birthday gift he had prepared for the emperor.

"It's just a poor work." Yan Sikong asked, "what about you?"

"Xue Bo has gone to prepare. I don't care." Feng Ye curled his lips and said, "what's the point of revitalizing teachers and mobilizing the public once you have a birthday? It's only proper to buy some armor for the soldiers and exchange them for some stone grain. "Yan Si said in a deep voice: "exactly." Emperor Zhaowu was extravagant and indulged in pleasure. If it had not been for the support of sober people, the country would have changed its owner.

"You've spent a lot of time on history. This revision is to whitewash the battle of Hetao and the battle of Liaobei? "

Yan Sikong couldn't help sneering: "the new history has not been made public, you have guessed." Hetao and Liaobei were the most humiliating achievements of these two emperors. Emperor Zhaowu was in power, so he could not bear the criticism of him and his father, so he asked to overhaul Shengshi. In fact, he usurped it and changed it to save face for the royal family.

It can be seen that emperor Zhaowu was fatuous, but he had a great face. That's why he decided that there were articles to be written in the new history. He didn't expect that the opportunity would come so soon and so early. Even if it would involve him, he would not miss the possibility of cutting off a member of Xie Zhongren's party.

"Who can't guess." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes and flashed a cold light in his eyes. "If my father had been born 20 years earlier, he Tao would never have been lost."

Yan Sikong's eyes emptily looked into the distance and said in a low voice: "yes, but there is only one king of Jingyuan in the world."

"When the newly compiled history comes out, I will go to see what the Hetao and Liaobei battles are like."

"A lot of people are waiting to see it." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "if there are mistakes in the book, you can't explain them to the emperor. If the book is perfect, you can't explain them to later generations."

Feng Ye was silent for a moment and said, "it's not easy for you either."

Yan Sikong shook his head and chuckled.

As they spoke, they had already reached the foot of the mountain, where there was a grassland, and there was a stable at the foot of the mountain, where the horses on the little six carriage were eating grass.

Feng Ye said, "go and get drunk red."

Small six have to make, in a moment, from the stables to take out the domineering king.

Yan Sikong stepped forward and stroked the greasy fur with no secret affection: "even in the grassland, don't give it all grass, at least half of it is hay, otherwise it's too easy to gain fat, it's not lean meat."

Xiao Liu said, "don't worry, Mr. Yan. My son has been transferred to the horse breeder from the palace."

"Get on the horse and I'll run you around."

Yan Sikong's eyes brightened and stepped on the horse. Feng Ye then turned over and put his arms around Yan Sikong's waist.

Yan Sikong's body immediately became stiff.

Feng Ye clenched his waist and stuck it on his chest. At the same time, he said with an ambiguous smile: "are you afraid now?"

Yan Sikong frowned and said, "do you think it's so interesting?"

Feng wild low smile two, let go of the arm: "forget it, today you didn't provoke me, I also don't provoke you."

"When did I offend you?"

"You drink flower wine with a prostitute in your arms, and when did you offend me?" Feng Ye pulled the reins, and drunk ran lightly. "I'm not good tempered, but I'm afraid to scare you, and I'm not angry with you."

Yan Sikong mocked: "thank you, your highness."

Suddenly, something soft and warm pasted on Yan Sikong's earlobe, followed by a small stabbing pain.

"You..." Yan Sikong dodged and nearly fell from his horse.

Feng Ye grabbed his waist and licked the sharp white wolf's teeth. He said with a smile: "call my name. If you call me wrong, I will punish you. I will do what I say."

Yan Si's air is very stuffy. Fengye is right. Power is a good thing. He doesn't even dare to speak ill of Fengye. Few people dare to look around the world.

Feng Ye pressed his chin against Yan Sikong's shoulder: "do you remember when I was a child, you also took me to run horses like this?"

Yan Sikong calmed down and nodded: "remember." If only time were frozen in that moment.

"I was not convinced at that time, and I wanted you to take me with me." Feng Ye said with a smile, "I just want to take you like this one day." He suddenly squeezed the belly of the horse and said in a high voice, "drive!"

Drunken red flying around, strode up.

Yan Sikong's body fell back into Fengye's arms uncontrollably. The chest behind is broad and hard, even the temperature is full of vitality and vigor. Regardless of other things, this embrace really gives people a full sense of security. In my memory, only two people ever gave him such a chest. One was Fengye, the other was the pain of his life.

Drunk red run faster and faster, into a thunderbolt red lightning, flying on the grass, gallop between heaven and earth.

Yan Sikong only felt the wind whistling past his ears and scratching his cheek. He had never ridden such a fast horse. He kept throwing the scenery on both sides behind him. His eyes could hardly concentrate on seeing things. He was still carrying two people. If there was only one person on his body, how fast could he get drunk?!

Feng Ye laughed: "how about it? Can you stand it? "

Yan Sikong cried, "why can't you stand it?"

Feng Ye whipped the horse's buttocks: "drive!"

Drunk red hair crazy to overlap the four hooves, happy rush.

Yan Sikong clamped the horse's belly and grabbed the reins. Her facial features had been twisted by the wind, but her eyes were more and more excited.Suddenly, a shadow came out from the right side. Yan Sikong looked back. He didn't know when he was going down the mountain!

Feng Ye cried: "soul, follow up!"

The silver gray one eyed wolf followed closely with the momentum of pursuing its prey.

One horse, one wolf, one front and one back, running wildly on the grassland, it seems to rush into battle.

Yan Sikong was full of pride and could not help recalling that year.

Fengye was half a head short at that time, so he needed to shrink in his arms to keep balance in the fast running. When he was still high spirited, he had ambition to soar to the clouds.

At that time, he seemed to be pieced together at this moment, and could barely recall one or two.

Feng Ye tightly embraces Yan Sikong's waist, and his voice floats in the wind, like a dream: "I don't believe you forgot the promise you and I made."

Yan Sikong's eyes were so hot that she couldn't help crying.