Yan Sikong was restless all day, so he asked for leave early and went home, sitting alone in the study and thinking, he watched the sunset slowly approaching, the sky disappeared, and the house sank into darkness, but he didn't even turn on a single lamp.
In his life, he has begged many people. At the most difficult time, he begged for a bad meal for his life. He no longer has much sense of honor, disgrace, and shame. When he was Feng Ye, he really felt it was difficult to speak.
He laughed at himself, this is the end of being emotional, and it has no other use except to restrain himself.
Fortunately he, Yan Sikong, was always Yan Sikong, although he would hesitate, he would not really waver.
He stood up, strode out of the study, and said loudly, "Ali, prepare the car."
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Yan Sikong seldom came to Jingyuan Palace, most of the time it was Feng Ye who went to look for him, compared to his humble mansion, this palace was located in the best part of the capital, with its surroundings extending in all directions, there were always eyes watching.
When he arrived at the palace, the coachman wanted to knock on the door for him, but he waved his hand to stop him, and knocked on the door himself.
Seeing him, the concierge was a little surprised: "Master Yan, I am the Prince of the Annunciation."
Yan Sikong said: "Didn't I come to the mansion once or twice, and still need to be notified?" He said that he was about to go in directly.
The concierge stood in front of him, and said awkwardly: "Master Yan, it's better for Xiao Rong to report it."
These concierge attendants are the most able to observe words and expressions, and they used to be respectful when they saw him, but since he was humiliated by Feng Ye in court at the banquet, this matter has naturally spread throughout the capital, and now even the door is not allowed to enter.
Yan Sikong wasn't annoyed either, he never got angry on unnecessary things and wasted his energy, and said, "Then I'll be there for you little brother."
The concierge closed the door, Yan Sikong waited outside the door when he heard a series of jogging sounds coming from inside.
But waited and waited, but the lacquered red carved door weighing more than a thousand catties did not open.
Liu Cheng, the coachman, waited anxiously: "My lord, this is too deceitful, let's go back."
Yan Sikong said: "No rush, just wait patiently."
"..."
One person and one carriage just stood outside the gate of the palace. Although it was late, there were many pedestrians coming and going. Yan Sikong was outstanding in appearance. Some people had already guessed what he was talking about, pointing and talking from a distance.
If a thin-skinned person was treated like this, he would have already walked away, but Yan Sikong wished he could stand there longer. It is very taboo for officials in Beijing to get too close to military generals at the border. Although he has no direct contact with King Jingyuan, he has frequent personal relationships with King Jingyuan's son, and it is inevitable that it will be true. No one said before , because Feng Ye was young and his position was inferior, but now it is different, King Jingyuan has won the battle, and he is already a prospective son-in-law, it is beneficial to everyone to put aside the relationship.
After Feng Ye's objection to the marriage offer in the hall, and today's incident, the whole world should know that Feng Ye and him are like Guan Ning cutting off the mat, the friendship is over.
Just like that, Yan Sikong stood outside the palace gate for a full hour, it was the cold spring season, his face was pale and his body trembled from the cold.
At this time, the gate of the palace opened, Yan Sikong turned his head and saw Uncle Xue, his expression was very helpless: "Lord Yan, please come inside."
Yan Sikong cupped his hands and followed Xue Bo into the palace.
The interior of the palace is too big, and he has not been fully familiar with it yet, but he is familiar with the other courtyard where Fengye lives, and Xue Boling's direction is obviously wrong.
Yan Sikong didn't ask any questions, but just followed silently. He didn't react until he turned the corridor and a big room with lights appeared in front of him.
This is Feng Ye's practice room, if the weather is bad, Feng Ye will practice martial arts in this room.
Xue Bo led Yan Sikong to the door, cupped his hands and said, "Master Yan, please."
Yan Sikong went straight in, and Xue Bo closed the door behind him.
The practice room was very spacious and spacious, with all kinds of weapons and equipment for practicing martial arts. Feng Ye was standing with his back facing Yan Sikong, with his feet firmly planted, his arms holding a bow, and he aimed an arrow at a distant target. You can see that it must be a bullseye.
The charcoal fire in the house was warm, and Yan Sikong felt his blood became more active. He silently stared at Feng Ye's long back, tried his best to squeeze his fingers that had not been slowly frozen, and said, "Feng Ye."
Feng Ye suddenly turned around, and a sharp arrow pierced through the air, aiming at Yan Sikong's face.
Yan Sikong didn't have time to dodge - he didn't plan to dodge, he didn't even blink his eyes.
In an instant, a gust of wind blew by, and the arrow grazed his temple and shot on the door leaf behind him.
There was a sound of "boom", as if hitting people's hearts directly.
Yan Sikong looked directly at Feng Ye, and from those sharp eyes, he could see the struggling emotion.
Feng Ye said coldly: "Whoever allows you to come to me."
"I must come to you."
"Why." Looking at Yan Sikong's blushing cheeks, Feng Ye felt as uncomfortable as a cat's paw. He hoped that Yan Sikong would get out of here quickly, but also knew that he couldn't bear Yan Sikong stepping out of this door.
Yan Sikong blinked his eyes and said bluntly: "I come to beg you for the sake of the crown prince and concubine Hui."
Feng Ye threw the bow in his hand to the ground and growled, "Get lost!"
Yan Sikong felt slightly sour, he tried his best to hide his emotions, and said seriously: "You also know that they were wronged, the assassin matter is Xie Zhongren and Concubine Wen Gui..."
"I said, get lost." Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "You just realized that I'm useful, isn't it too late?"
Yan Sikong closed his eyes: "I know you pleaded for the prince in the early court."
"I think it's the duty of a minister to report the truth, but not just talk about it, but that's all."
"Protecting the prince is also the duty of a minister."
Feng Ye strode over and pointed at him with his slender fingers: "You are not qualified to talk to me about the duty of a minister. You framed the court officials twice and stirred up the situation secretly. Which one is something that a minister should do?" Son? As long as I say one thing, you will die ten thousand times!"
"But you won't tell."
"Yan Sikong!" Feng Ye became impatient, wishing he could strangle him to death.
Yan Sikong said softly: "Feng Ye, I'm sorry."
Feng Ye was startled, and stared at him coldly.
"I'm sorry about Wan Yang."
Feng Ye sneered: "You came to me because you wanted something from me, and you didn't even cover it up?"
"You are right, if something happened to the crown prince, I would hold back...not come to you." Yan Sikong looked directly into Feng Ye's eyes, and said slowly: "The relationship between you and me is not the right path at all. , this day is actually sooner or later. I don't know which family's daughter you will marry in the future, but you will marry and have many children. You are the only son of King Jingyuan, and you have a duty to continue the blood of the Feng family. Until then When you think of me again, you will only laugh and say 'young and frivolous', won't you?"
Feng Ye clenched his fists, feeling a dull pain in his heart: "In your heart, my feelings are just so frivolous!"
"I don't dare to say frivolity, but you and I know what is more important than passing on the family line."
"No, it's because you never valued it, so you thought I wouldn't value it either." Feng Ye's eye circles gradually turned red, "I said, I treat you very much, but you only treat me one or two points, that's all."
Yan Sikong's heart throbbed, and even breathing became difficult: "Feng Ye, how can you measure your feelings? I am different from you. I have a blood feud, how can I be intoxicated like a young man who doesn't know the world? Yu Fenghuaxueyue!"
"I never asked you to give up your revenge. I'm even willing to help you. I can also bear with you marrying a wife and having children, but that woman can't be Wan Yang!" Feng Ye said bitterly, "And you hide from me, you want to become a son-in-law , you don’t hesitate to conceal your marriage with my cousin, you are so eager to get rid of me."
"No." Yan Sikong shook his head sadly, "I didn't hide you on purpose, I just didn't dare to tell you. When I found out, the teacher had already obtained His Majesty's approval. Can I regret the marriage? Can you ruin the marriage? ? That day in the hall, did you hear what Xie Zhongren said, how dare I let you resist the decree for me?"
"What if I am willing?" Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "Have you ever asked me if I am willing!"
"Have you ever thought about your father?" Yan Sikong tremblingly said, "Have you ever thought about how much danger you will bring to King Jingyuan if you act impulsively?"
"How stupid do you think I am, I just need to ask my father to write a letter to betroth Wan Yang to someone else, but when I know, it's really too late!"
"Who is the betrothed to? Aristocratic family? Scholarly noble? Don't you understand His Majesty's intention? His Majesty wants to betroth King Jingyuan's niece to a humble scholar!" Yan Sikong raised his voice, "He won't let The Feng family will form another powerful family!"
Feng Ye was slightly startled, and then sneered again: "You, Yan Sikong, are extremely smart, no one can argue with you, it's too late to say these things now, but it's a fact that you lied to me, and it's also a fact that you want to marry my cousin, what else do you have?" Come to me face, get out, get out now."
"Fengye, are you going to disregard the safety of the crown prince for the sake of our personal relationship?"
Feng Yehan said in a cold voice: "Who will be the prince and who will be the emperor of the Chen family, do you really think it is important to my Feng family?"
Yan Sikong knew in his heart that this was really not important to the Feng family, so King Jingyuan did not get involved in the battle for the crown prince. No damage to the country.
Feng Ye's indifferent and ruthless appearance made Yan Sikong throbbing with pain, after all, he had seen this person's gentle and affectionate smile.
Yan Sikong clenched his fist and walked a few steps towards Fengye.
Feng Ye's heart was beating wildly, and he was uncontrollably nervous. He had never been so nervous when facing thousands of troops, arrows and stones flying together.
Yan Sikong bent his knees and knelt in front of Feng Ye.