When Yan Sikong woke up the next day, Feng Ye had disappeared.
But he was in a mess, all of which had been carefully cleaned up and put on dry clothes, but the embarrassing pain under his body reminded him that what happened last night was not something he imagined after drinking, and Feng Ye really came here.
He was lying on the bed, too tired to move, his eyes staring blankly at the curtain above his head, feeling sad. Recalling the content of the dispute between the two last night, he still has lingering fears.
He never wanted to anger Feng Ye, but the conflict between the two was so deep that words could no longer resolve it. He knew very early on that his relationship with Feng Ye was a huge mistake. He seldom made mistakes in his life, let alone such a mistake that he knew was a mistake and continued to make it. Make mistakes again and again, until it is difficult to clean up.
If this matter ruins his ten-year-old plan, what face will he have to meet Yuan Mao and Yuan Nanyu after his death
He raised his hand and slapped himself hard, the burning pain on half of his face made his mind clearer.
When it's broken, it's broken, don't get deeper and deeper, just end like this... It's fine.
He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, thinking silently, let's end, let's end here, but he felt a sour feeling welling up in his nose.
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After the banquet, those who did not come to give gifts when Yan Sikong was the head of the Anthology Department of the Ministry of Officials, this time they could no longer sit on stools, and those in high positions sent servants, but most of them came in person to congratulate the prospective son-in-law Lord.
Yan Sikong looked at the gift list, and Xie Zhongren actually gave a congratulatory gift, which was very valuable. He knew that he was Yan Zilian's favorite student, but he didn't shy away from it. This was not only for the emperor to see, but also to provoke Yan Zilian. It may not be that he really wants to win over Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong treats everyone equally and accepts all orders. Although the amount of gold and silver treasures he pried out back then was huge, he also spent a lot of money. Most of the information and bribes have been used up, and these can just fill up his private treasury.
Besides, he couldn't refuse one after another of banquets. Unlike two years ago, now he is no longer entertaining those little Hanlin and rich dudes, but their boss and father.
Yan Sikong got drunk on purpose a few times, except that there was still a string in his head, he couldn't say what he couldn't say, and he was carried back every night. Fortunately, it is annual leave at this time, otherwise he would not even be able to leave the house, let alone step into the palace.
Ali looked at Yan Sikong who was throwing up a mess, and while cleaning him up, he sighed.
At this time, Yan Sikong, who was so drunk, suddenly opened his eyes like a flash of light, and grabbed Ali's wrist.
Ali was taken aback, Yan Sikong was a martial artist after all, no matter how drunk he was, his strength was also great, and he clenched tighter and tighter, his two bloodshot eyeballs stared straight at him.
Ali also widened his eyes, looking at Yan Sikong for some unknown reason.
Yan Sikong stared at Ali for a long time, his eyes were clear, and he murmured in disappointment, "It's you..."
Ali looked at Yan Sikong helplessly, and asked him if he wanted something to eat.
Yan Sikong shook his head: "What time is it?"
Ali said: Yinshi.
"I've been drinking until now..." Yan Sikong smiled wryly, "I haven't become a son-in-law yet, I'm afraid... I'll drink to death." When he said the word "death", there was a hint of joy in his tone, as if it was a What a joy.
Ali put down the cloth weight, and gestured with both hands: Is the son not coming again
Yan Sikong shook his head absentmindedly: "Probably not."
No matter how unrestrained Feng Ye is, he is afraid that it will be difficult for him to "sex" with his future sister-in-law calmly. It is true that men and women are romantic, but with such close relatives, the romantic will not become romantic, and the only thing left is the romantic.
What's more, Wan Yang is not only Feng Ye's cousin, but also the princess of the dynasty, with such a noble status, how can she tolerate such a thing that can't be put on the table.
Therefore, Feng Ye probably won't come to him again.
Feng Ye spends most of his time at Jingshan Camp, while he is in Beijing. The two of them are a general and a civil servant. They rarely interact with each other. If Feng Ye doesn't come to him, will it be... it will be difficult for them to see each other again.
Why did he think of Feng Ye again? Feng Ye seemed to be nailed into his brain, and he couldn't get it off.
The winter is bitterly cold, if there is one more person around, it will be much warmer day and night, it must be because it is too cold that he thinks of Feng Ye frequently.
Seeing Yan Sikong's distraught appearance, Ali sighed silently.
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After the annual leave, Yan Sikong returned to the Ministry of Officials. As he expected, his colleagues who had ignored him in the past suddenly warmed up a lot, and he was no longer asked to do those trivial and complicated paperwork. Then exclude him. Yan Sikong was overjoyed on the surface, but there was only a sneer in his heart.
Yan Sikong is in the limelight right now in Beijing. None of the Jinshi in the same batch as him has left the Imperial Academy, and in just three years, he has given lectures to the crown prince, conquered rebellions, joined the official department, and now he has become a quasi-consort, his fate has long been sealed. Different.
Therefore, even though he was born as a poor scholar, no one thought it was a "grievance" for Wan Yang to marry him, but Feng Ye's obstruction in the hall was quite a criticism, after all, he seemed to give all the poor scholars in the world to him. insulted.
The only good thing about this matter is that everyone thought that he and Fengye were no longer on good terms. At the banquet, in order to please Yan Sikong, many people scolded Fengye's forces and looked down on poor students. Powerful, but he could only smile on his face, and said in a mocking tone that the son of the world is not something I can climb up to, in exchange for a burst of yin and yang echoing.
Since that day, Feng Ye has returned to Jingshan Camp, and Nianxiu has not stayed in Beijing. Besides, Yan Sikong knows nothing about him now, and the past of the two seems to have disappeared after that night. The smoke disappeared, whether it was the love or life and death experienced.
And Yan Sikong also gradually cleared up his disappointment, he warned himself that he had finally come to this day, and he didn't have the time to hurt his children's love forever. One day, Feng Ye will grow up too, maybe the two of them will still have a chance to laugh away their grievances, if so, he can live to that day.