Chasing King

Two people are silent opposite, Yan Zilian suddenly came back, then together up salute.

Yan Zilian looked at Yan Sikong and said, "how come the Ministry of officials is too free?"

Yan Sikong said with a wry smile: "to tell you the truth, it's a little "Leisure."

Yan Zilian had already expected: "come in and have a chat with me."

Entering the inner room, Yan Zilian closed the door, closed the window, and looked out to make sure there was no one: "sit down."

"How is the teacher today?"

Yan Zilian shook his court clothes, sat down calmly and shook his head gently: "it's not good."

"Why did the teacher say that?" Yan Si is hollow and tight.

"King Jingyuan and warlord Wala are stuck in the war, which makes people worried. Although the removal of vassal was carried out because of the attempted rebellion of King Liang, the progress is slow. Local officials and vassal kings collude with each other. The Empress Dowager has been in a long time, and I'm afraid it's difficult to survive this winter. Princess Wen is eyeing it." Yan Zilian sighed deeply, "this eventful autumn."

Yan Sikong comforted: "teacher, don't worry too much. We have won the rebellion, and we have made steady progress in cutting the vassal. I think the national fortune of Dasheng is coming. But... " He said, "a few days ago when I went to the East Palace, I ran into Princess Wen. My royal highness said that Princess Wen intended to win over Princess Hui recently. I don't know what she wanted."

"I'm sure there's no good intention. I want to remind your highness to be on guard."

"The students have reminded your highness."

Yan Zilian looked at Yan Sikong and said, "I'm old. When the weather is cool, I feel depressed and sleepy. You should grow up as soon as possible, and don't let my great rivers and mountains be destroyed by crafty hands."

"Don't worry, teacher."

"How are you at the Ministry?"

Yan Sikong talked about his failure in the Ministry of official affairs. In fact, he and Yan Zilian had expected this. At first, he was just ignored, but it was good, which proved that Xie Zhongren didn't pay attention to him. He now more and more understood why Yan Zilian wanted to put him in the official department, because there was no better candidate except him. He had to be humble and could just take over the post of principal. He was also smart and sensitive, and he was good at dancing. He could be flexible and skillful in that dangerous place. Among the younger generation, only he and Shen Hexuan had this qualification, but Shen Hexuan's going was absolutely a disaster.

Yan Zilian comforted him patiently, told him to keep his edge down and keep a low profile. As long as he stayed up for a few years, sooner or later, there would be a place for him to perform.

Yan Sikong has already made preparations for long-term cooperation.

Yan Zilian stroked his beard and said, "in fact, I have expected that you will not have a good time in the Ministry of official affairs. You are talented and you are the prince's assistant. Sooner or later, Xie Zhongren will notice you. I am also worried that he will make it difficult for you. Therefore, I have come up with a complete plan for you."

"Teacher, please."

"I went to the palace to face the saint today and mentioned the story of Princess wanyang again."

Yan Si's face changed slightly: "er..."

Yan Zilian's face brightened: "Your Majesty is very satisfied with you in the fight against rebellion. He has agreed to marry you some day."

Yan Sikong felt his breath trembling. He was stunned for a moment. He got up and knelt down on the ground. He didn't let Yan Zilian see his expression. He whispered: "students thank the teacher..."

Yan Zilian thought that he was too happy and said with a smile, "get up quickly. After the Spring Festival, Princess wanyang will be 17 years old. Your majesty means to marry her first. When the Empress Dowager's condition improves, she will choose an auspicious day to get married. "

“……” Yan Sikong's brain was in a muddle. He should have been happy. In the eyes of outsiders, a poor scholar from a humble family can marry a princess who is a daughter of thousands of gold. I'm afraid that only when his ancestors have accumulated virtue for 18 generations can he get this reward. In his opinion, the plaque "son-in-law" not only helps him a lot, but also gives him a gold medal.

But at this time, he only thought about how Fengye would react if he knew.

Yan Zilian said triumphantly, "I'm afraid the eunuch didn't expect me to do this trick. Wanyang is your favorite princess. Your majesty has told me privately that wanyang is innocent and pampered, and does not want to let her marry into a big family, so as not to be wronged. You come from a poor family, but you have a bright future. You are the son-in-law your majesty wants. "

Yan Si stares at the ground without any response.

Yan Zilian then discovered the abnormality of Yan Sikong: "Sikong, what's the matter with you? Aren't you happy? "

"Students Of course, the students are happy. They are just afraid of The students were born in a mean family. They were afraid that they would be wronged by Princess wanyang... "

"Sikong, there are thousands of young masters and celebrities in the capital. Which one can match you in both talent and appearance? How can an ordinary girl be unhappy to see you? The hero does not ask the source, your majesty has a good eye on you, so you don't have to belittle yourself and be your son-in-law. " Yan Zilian said contentedly, "your parents have both died. As your teacher, I am very glad to find such a good marriage for you."

“…… The students are very grateful to their teachers for rebuilding their parents. "

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after leaving Wenyuan Pavilion, Yan Sikong walks home in a muddle. Should he tell Feng Ye? What position did he tell Fengye?

Even if he doesn't tell, Fengye will soon know.If Feng Ye knew, what would happen

Besides, Fengye will get married one day. They will go their separate ways here, so as not to be embarrassed in the future. On the contrary, it's a good thing.

Yan Sikong was in a state of confusion when he heard a horse's hoof outside the carriage. It's the sound of a single horse's hoof. Unless there is an amnesty or an important task in the capital, it's not allowed to ride. The hoof is slow and slow. It doesn't seem to have an important task. The only possibility is

Yan Sikong even had time to think about the future, so he suddenly lifted the curtain.

A fiery red horse was passing by his carriage. He looked up and saw a pair of eyes which were very familiar. He was surprised.

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye's eyes met in the air. Even if they were only for a moment, their eyes had already solidified. Everything around them seemed to have disappeared. Only each other's faces were so clear between heaven and earth.

The two soon staggered.

Yan Sikong forcibly restrained himself and didn't look back. He drew his stiff neck back into the carriage, but he couldn't recover for a long time.

The sound of the horse's hooves gradually faded away, and the tiny buds sprouting quietly in the bottom of my heart, which are unknown, also withered in an instant.

A smile of self mockery appeared on Yan Sikong's face.

All of a sudden, the distant sound of the horse's hooves came back quickly. Yan Sikong was still in a daze. His carriage was suddenly forced to stop. The two horses gave a short hiss. The horse's hooves were impatiently and disorderly stepping on the ground, and the carriage was shaking.

Feng Ye yelled out of the car: "Yan Sikong, come out."

Yan Sikong's heart is beating wildly. He grabs the window citron and is at a loss for a moment.

Feng Ye called again: "come out."

Yan Sikong suddenly pushed open the door of the carriage and looked at Feng Ye two Zhang away, his eyes flashing.

Feng Ye tilted his head: "follow me."

The coachman looked back at Yan Sikong and said in embarrassment, "my Lord, this..."

At this time, there were not many people on the street, but they were all looking sideways. They were puzzled by the tension between them, but there was some inexplicable atmosphere.

Yan Sikong secretly clenched his teeth, walked out of the car and jumped towards Fengye. Fengye grabbed his hand and swung around. Yan Sikong sat behind Fengye.

Fengye a clip horse belly, drunk red toward Jingyuan palace trot away.

Yan Si wanted to say something, but his throat was blocked, not only what to say, but also Fengye was silent all the way.

Back to the palace, Fengye took him to the inner courtyard.

Yan Sikong finally found his voice: "Shizi, what is this for?"

He turned a deaf ear.

"My son Seal the field Yan Sikong shakes off his hand, straightens his wrinkled court clothes, and calms down.

Feng Ye looked back at him: "do you want to say it here?"

On one side, there was a servant who was doing miscellaneous work. Yan Sikong coughed softly and straightened up: "please, my son."

Yan Sikong enters the study with Feng Ye. Feng Ye picks up something from the table and throws it to Yan Sikong. Yan Sikong catches it and looks at it. It's a wooden box. He looks at Feng Ye for no reason.

"Open it up." Feng Ye looked at him without expression.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and opened the wooden box, which contained several letters: "what is this?"

"Just take it apart and have a look."

Yan Sikong picked up the top one and opened it. When he opened the letter, he was stunned.

It turned out to be a portrait of myself. To be exact, it was a portrait of myself when I was 16 or 17 years old, and it was publicized as a reward offered by the Yamen. Its name was the alias of that year - Nanyu.

Yan Sikong trembled and opened other letters, including some files about his being arrested for selling illegal salt, as well as the contents about his former boss and she Zhun.

"I went to investigate she Zhun and you." Feng Yeping said, "when you and he were in the coastal area of the south of the Yangtze River, we met with a smuggler who was called" Liusheng Buddha "in the Jianghu. Later, Liusheng Buddha was arrested, and you and she Zhun ran away with all his dirty silver. The Yamen wanted you for three months, and then you were caught. But you spent 120000 taels of silver to bribe several officials, find a death prisoner to replace you and be beheaded. Then you changed your name and changed your body. You become today's Yan Sikong. "

In late autumn, Yan Sikong could still feel the cold sweat flowing down his back. But the more Feng Ye saw his true face, the more relieved he felt. After all, he didn't have to pretend any more. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly opened his mouth with a smile: "I was caught on purpose, in order to make 'Nanyu' disappear from now on."

Feng Ye clenched his fist: "do you admit it? You did all this? "

"You have found out so clearly, what else can I do?"

"As an official of the imperial court, you are a death row prisoner for the crime of selling private salt and offering bribes!" Feng Ye said harshly, "aren't you afraid that I will report you?"

"You will not." Yan Sikong said firmly, "otherwise, what are you doing standing here?""You..." Feng Ye pointed to him, "Yan Sikong, how many I don't know about you?"

"What you see now is the real me." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "I'm a villain who works hard for revenge. As long as I can get revenge for my father and my family, smuggling salt is nothing, and conspiracy is nothing. I've been in hell for a long time, so I will drag down my enemy."

"What about me?" Feng Ye roared and glared at Yan Sikong, "what am I in your eyes? If you say you are in hell, all your happiness with me is false, isn't it? It's just like your past, your words and your intrigues. They're all false. "

Yan Sikong roared: "you are true!"

Feng Ye stares at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong's nose was sour and his lips trembled slightly. He blinked and whispered: "Feng Ye, you are An accident, my revenge plan, without you, but you But you still showed up I won't tell you because I don't want to involve you. Why do you force me? "

“…… What do you mean I'm real? "

Yan Sikong lowered his head and tore his heart. He said in a dumb voice: "since I was 13 years old, I have hardly told the truth and never treated anyone sincerely. It's only you. I thought you and I were real..."

Feng ye cursed: "you are full of lies, how can I believe you?"

"You Don't believe it. " Yan Sikong raised his head and his eyes were red. "Feng Ye, you're so good to be your son. You and I shouldn't have been like this. I have something I have to do. It has nothing to do with you. Just look at the past friendship As if nothing had happened. " With that, he turned to leave.

Feng Ye stepped forward and hugged him from behind.

Yan Sikong bit his lips and his eyes were full of pain and struggle. There was a voice in his heart shouting to refuse. He had to refuse all this. He couldn't let Feng Ye control his mood. He couldn't let himself have a weakness that he shouldn't have. He had to be invincible. But the body can't make any effort.

Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said: "Yan Sikong, you are such a fuckin 'bastard. If I had known you were such a cunning person, I would not have been attracted to you, but now..." He tightened his arms and almost put Yan Sikong into his body. He took a long breath and said bitterly, "I think about you day and night."

Yan Sikong's eyes widened to stop the tears from falling. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak.

"Kong'er, I'm angry with you and I love you..." Feng yechan said, "you must have suffered a lot. You lost everything when you were so young. You have been wandering all these years alone. You still want to take revenge on those high-ranking people with one person's strength. I couldn't protect you in the past. Can't I let you rely on me now?"

Yan Sikong couldn't control it any more. He burst into tears for 11 years. For the first time, someone said that he should rely on him.

Yan Sikong struggles to turn around, holds Feng Ye's face, and forcefully blocks his lips. They kiss each other awkwardly and rudely, and their slightly salty tears flow into the mouth, full of bitter taste.

"Feng Ye, don't be nice to me..." Yan Sikong choked and said vaguely.

"Why."

"Don't be nice to me, I'm not a good man Don't be nice to me... " Yan Sikong buries his face in the chest of Fengye, hoping to hide in the warm zone forever.

Feng Ye whispered: "you may not be a good man, but you are my man."

Yan Sikong closed her eyes and let the tears flow.

They hug each other tightly. At this moment, they wish they could be one with each other, just to feel each other's warmth and affection.