Feng Ye was startled, before he could think about it, he pulled him up: "Yan Sikong!"
Yan Sikong looked deeply into Feng Ye's eyes: "Feng Ye, I beg you to save the Crown Prince and Concubine Hui, if this matter does not end well, His Majesty will definitely take this opportunity to abolish the Crown Prince."
"I said, I don't care." Feng Ye said viciously, but unconsciously avoided Yan Sikong's gaze.
"The prince is Dasheng's future king of Mingren, for the sake of the people of the world..."
"Stop hating me!" Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, "You are so eager to save him because if he doesn't become the emperor, you won't be able to become the emperor's teacher, and it will delay your revenge plan. What you have done Everything is for revenge, since you can lie to me for revenge, why do you have the face to come back and beg me? You, do you have any shame!"
Yan Sikong stared blankly at Feng Ye, as if a hand was strangling his throat, making his heart and lungs cramping and making it difficult for him to breathe. Shame is useless to him, but the contempt from Feng Ye makes him feel so uncomfortable, and with his perfect tongue, he is speechless for a while.
Feng Ye watched Yan Sikong's eye circles slowly turn red, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his gaze began to wander again.
The two of them stood in a silent stalemate for a moment, Yan Sikong suddenly hugged Feng Ye's waist.
Feng Ye stared straight at his eyes, the first thing he felt was the cold air, the person in his arms seemed to be thinner, and the arms around his waist were also cold, it must have been frozen outside for a long time... He realized what he was thinking , secretly scolded himself twice, and wanted to push Yan Sikong away, but the powerful arms that could hold the two stone bows were so heavy that they could not be lifted up.
Yan Sikong buried his face in Feng Ye's chest, choked up and said, "Feng Ye, help me."
Countless struggles flashed in Feng Ye's eyes. This was the first time Yan Sikong showed weakness to him. He could also see that Yan Sikong's pale face and black eye circles must be exhausted. He didn't want to admit it, but he couldn't control it. The place of residence is a little distressed.
Yan Sikong pressed the tip of his nose against Fengye's clothes, breathed hard, trying to absorb the smell from Fengye's skin, he missed this person so much.
The two of them are like people falling into the water, and each other is driftwood. This hug is full of unspeakable longing, and neither of them is willing to destroy it first.
The thorns all over Feng Ye's body subsided silently, and he whispered unwillingly, "Yan Sikong, what do you think I will do to you." That tone was full of sadness and helplessness.
Yan Sikong shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Do you regret meeting me again? After all, I am no longer the Sikong in your mind."
Feng Ye paused for a moment: "Never regret it."
Yan Sikong's nose was sore, tears welled up, and he hugged Feng Ye even more tightly.
Feng Ye couldn't control it any more, he rubbed Yan Sikong into his arms fiercely, and said through gritted teeth: "Yan Sikong, you're a bastard, you... you can't really be a water charm." He doubted himself Poisoned, possessed by a demon, otherwise why would he be so merciful to a person who deceived himself again and again.
Yan Sikong recalled what Feng Ye had said when the two of them first went to Lingwu Villa in that rain-sheltered cave, and he said softly, "Then you...are you still willing to go to the underworld with me?"
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hair, forced him to look up at him, and said word by word clearly: "You are born to be my Fengye's man, and you will be my Fengye's ghost when you die. Want to get rid of me."
Yan Sikong smiled, that smile was full of helplessness and pain.
He also often thought, if those things hadn't happened back then, and he had grown up in peace and stability, successfully obtained his fame in the examination, and then reunited with Fengye, what would have happened to the two of them? We will be able to treat each other sincerely, and then join hands to conquer the world.
It's a pity that there is no such thing in the world.
It was fate for him and Feng Ye to come to this day.
Feng Ye let go of Yan Sikong: "Tell me, what do you want me to do, I will not let my father intercede for the crown prince, His Majesty is already afraid of my father."
"I understand, so I hope you can write a copy of the book, and Commander Zhu will secretly bring it to Concubine Xian, so that Princess Wanyang can secretly tell the Queen Mother about this when she is saying good morning to the Queen Mother."
Feng Ye snorted coldly: "Are you going to ask your future wife to help out so soon?"
"Now only the queen mother can save the prince." Yan Sikong avoided Fengye's glaring gaze.
Feng Ye stretched out his hand, lightly smoothed Yan Sikong's hair which was messed up by him, and said with a blank expression: "Remember, you are mine, no matter who it is, even my cousin, it is yours I'm just a latecomer, an outsider, you can only have me in your heart."
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye steadily.
"Understood?" Feng Ye slipped his hand and pinched Yan Sikong's chin, his eyes were cold and evil, "Say you are mine and belong to me for the rest of your life. If you want this letter, just swear, I swear on your father."
Yan Sikong paused, then raised his hand: "I swear by my father's spirit in the sky, I, Yan Sikong, will be your man for the rest of my life." He has never been tempted by anyone in the past, and he will not in the future, he knows clearly , only Feng Ye would treat him like this, and he would never have anyone other than Feng Ye in his heart.
Feng Ye's eyes lingered on Yan Sikong's face, as if he wanted to find out the truth from his expression and eyes, "You know, I can't tell which of your words is true and which is false, and I dare not believe it easily You, you are so deceitful."
Yan Sikong said seriously: "Since I swear by my father, there is no false word."
Feng Ye finally put down his hand: "Let's go, go to the study."
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When Yan Sikong came out from the palace, it was already late at night, Liu Cheng guarded the carriage and had already dozed off, Yan Sikong went up to pat him awake.
Liu Cheng was startled and opened his eyes: "Mr., Mr...."
"'Hush'." Yan Sikong signaled him not to yell, "Go home by yourself, I still have things to do."
"Where are you going? I'll see you off."
"There are guards patrolling the street late at night, the carriage is too ostentatious, you just go back." Yan Sikong wrapped his cotton clothes tightly, turned and left.
He tried his best to hide himself, avoided the night watchmen, and reached Yan Zilian's house.
Although it is so late, it is unlikely that anyone will see it, but just in case, it is better to be cautious, after all, coming to the cabinet minister's mansion in the middle of the night to pay a visit will definitely arouse suspicion.
Yan Sikong quietly knocked on the door, the concierge knew him well, seeing him walking in a hurry, he must have something important to do, so he hastily ushered him in.
He guessed that Yan Zilian was thinking hard about a countermeasure, and he must have not fallen asleep at this time, and sure enough, a light was still on in the east wing.
Seeing him, Yan Zilian hurriedly asked, "But did you get the letter from the son?"
Yan Sikong nodded: "That's right, the students didn't dare to delay, they will send it right away." He handed the letter to Yan Zilian.
Yan Zilian spread it out, scanned it roughly, and said "Okay" repeatedly, "I have visited Commander Zhu quietly during the day, and he was very angry because of being implicated in this matter for no reason, so he agreed without saying a word, but now he is here In the palace, I can only hand it over to him after I enter the palace during the day, so the Queen Mother will not get the news until tomorrow at the earliest."
"The teacher is afraid that something will happen this day."
"I'm afraid, the prince and the empress are in prison, and it's not appropriate to stay an hour longer."
"Now there is no other way but to wait." Yan Sikong pondered, "Teacher, do you think students should visit the prince? I am the prince's lecturer, and it is reasonable."
Yan Zilian thought for a while and said, "No need for now, maybe Her Majesty will let them go when the Queen Mother gets angry, just wait for two days."
"it is good."
Yan Zilian patted Yan Sikong's shoulder, and said in a loving and gratifying tone, "Sikong, you must have been wronged if you went to beg your son."
Yan Sikong laughed and said, "For the sake of the prince and empress, why should the students feel wronged?"
"It seems that the son still understands righteousness."
Yan Sikong smiled wryly to himself, he knew that Feng Ye would definitely help him, he saw Feng Ye inside and out, but he couldn't see himself more and more.
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In the early morning of the day, there was another turmoil. Emperor Zhaowu asked about the status of the assassin's interrogation. Dali Temple Minister Meng Duo had to report the truth, saying that the trial was still in progress.
The censor who participated in the trial said bluntly that the assassin insisted that the concubine Hui was instigated, but the Minister of Criminal Affairs retorted that the assassin had no evidence and was probably framed.
Emperor Zhaowu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, saying that the second prince was frightened and fell ill. He lost his patience and asked the Sanfa to interrogate Concubine Hui.
A group of ministers tried hard to persuade him, but Emperor Zhaowu was obviously bewitched by Concubine Wen Gui and Xie Zhongren, and he wanted to abolish the crown prince, so he was usually indecisive, but he was very stubborn this time.
When Yan Sikong heard the news of concubine Hui's interrogation, his heart was cold. He didn't expect that he would not be able to live in peace for a day. Such a merciless interrogation of the prince's biological mother was not aimed at concubine Hui, but the prince. Let the prince lose his prestige, and Emperor Zhaowu abolished the prince, I am afraid that his determination has been made.
Yan Sikong only felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, if Chen Kuang was really deposed, as the former prince's teacher and Yan Zilian's student, he might not be able to be reused again in the court full of eunuchs. Once this step is ruined, the whole game may be lost.
Yan Sikong closed his eyes tiredly, only feeling boundless fear and loneliness.