The news that King Jingyuan was about to return to court quickly spread throughout the capital. He has been guarding the border for nearly thirty years, and since he left Beijing when he was young, this is the first time he has come back—it's just that he couldn't come back before, and he didn't want to come back later. The distance of this mere six hundred miles is startling every step of the way.
Emperor Zhaowu ordered the Ministry of Rites to hold a grand ceremony to welcome all the feudal lords, especially King Jingyuan, to return to the court. In order to see King Jingyuan's demeanor, the tea break and wine shop on the way he must pass when entering the city, as long as the location with a good view, was early taken A lot of money is booked out.
It is said that King Jingyuan only brought two thousand guards this time, and he was approaching the capital, so naturally he should not lead too many troops, even if it was two thousand people, it was much more ostentatious than other vassal kings.
The capital city had never received so many vassal princes at one time, so the post stations were naturally not enough. Honglu Temple acquired many inns, and vendors around the capital began to gather here, hoping to take advantage of the excitement to make a fortune.
On Mid-Autumn Eve, due to the national mourning period, people are not allowed to celebrate, and the most popular lantern show in previous years was cancelled. Although the colorful lanterns all over the city could not be seen, many people still walked the streets wearing masks.
Feng Ye and Yan Sikong were also among them.
In order to avoid suspicion and make it easier to do things, the two of them no longer have anything to do with each other in front of others. They usually meet in the middle of the night to avoid people's eyes and ears. Feng Ye can't even stay overnight at Yan's residence, and has to leave before dawn.
They will never miss this opportunity to walk freely on the street wearing a mask.
The two secretly held hands in the crowd, wandering aimlessly, Feng Ye asked: "Do you still remember the first Mid-Autumn Festival we spent together?"
"I have such a good memory, how can I forget." Yan Sikong chuckled.
"Then do you still remember the wish written on the river lantern?"
"I remember too."
Feng Ye suddenly felt a little melancholy in his heart: "Did it come true?"
Yan Sikong paused, and said, "I don't know yet." He also wanted to ask Feng Ye back, but he remembered Feng Ye's wish, so he couldn't ask.
Forever, really too long, who knows.
Feng Ye probably thought of something, and changed the subject, pretending to be relaxed: "When will you tell me exactly what you wished for?"
Yan Sikong chuckled: "When it comes to fruition."
Feng Ye clenched his hand and looked at the bustling crowd: "It's a pity that there is no Lantern Festival this year, but there are still quite a few people."
"Your father will be returning to Beijing in a few days. There are so many people in the city all of a sudden, and many traders come from the suburbs of Beijing to do business, so there are a lot of people during this time."
"My father..." Feng Ye hesitated, "I haven't seen him for a few years, he's over fifty years old, I don't know if his back injury is any better."
"Your Highness is brave, and you can still go into battle to kill the enemy, so you don't have to worry."
Feng Ye smiled: "That's right, I killed Wala Diu's armor, haha."
Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment, and asked the question in his heart: "Feng Ye, Your Highness...do you know me?"
The two happened to walk under a big tree, where there were benches for people to rest and enjoy the shade. The crowd gathered around to watch the show, but there was no one under the tree, so they sat down on the bench.
Feng Ye took off his mask, the surroundings were dark anyway, no one could see, he winked at Yan Sikong: "You're so smart, guess what."
Yan Sikong also took off his mask, and said with a smile, "I can't guess that."
"Guess."
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "I guess...you never said that."
Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "Oh, why?"
"If you tell His Highness, His Highness will probably tell you to stay away from me. It's better not to let him worry about it."
Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong's face under the dim moonlight. Under the moonlight, his fair skin was as smooth as fat, and his deep eyes shone like stars. He gently stroked his face. Cheek, said softly: "Yes, he will, but I can't."
Yan Sikong showed a gentle smile, held Feng Ye's hand, and rubbed his generous palm with his cheek: "Then what do you do when he returns to Beijing?"
"What do you say?"
"I have not decided yet."
"Listen to you." Yan Sikong said, "Maybe letting His Highness know is not a good thing. His Highness probably won't remember the events and people from more than ten years ago."
"No, my father remembers." Feng Ye said seriously, "My father appreciates General Yuan very much, otherwise, he would not have sent someone to look for you in the northwest."
Yan Sikong couldn't help being moved: "If my father is under His Highness's command, he will definitely be able to show his strengths and make great achievements. Anyway... he won't be killed unjustly."
Feng Ye's eyes were a little distracted: "If this is really the case, it would be great. You and I should be childhood sweethearts and grow up together. I will definitely not let you suffer any harm, and you will not..." He wanted to say that you would also It won't be like this, but he still swallowed the second half of the sentence.
Yan Sikong had already guessed what he wanted to say, and smiled wryly in his heart.
"However, I still want to find a suitable time to tell my father." Feng Ye smiled, "After all, he is his daughter-in-law."
Yan Sikong smiled and said, "Nonsense again."
"I'm not talking nonsense. In the previous dynasties, there were also men who married men."
"That's just a male favorite, not even a concubine."
"You are different. If I marry you, you must be my wife." Feng Ye's eyes were firm, and he didn't seem to be joking at all.
Yan Sikong was slightly stunned, for a moment, he seemed to believe what Feng Ye said, but he couldn't help laughing immediately: "You, it's just..."
The crowd at the side suddenly dispersed, Feng Ye quickly picked up the mask, covered their faces, and whispered in Yan Sikong's ear: "Come on, let's go to the inn, I haven't woken up with you for a long time. "
Yan Sikong held his hand tightly.
The two found an inn, and there was only one room left that night, and the price was outrageous, because the price of many things in the city had increased this time when the feudal lord returned to Beijing, and the inn was the first to bear the brunt.
As soon as they entered the room, Feng Ye pushed Yan Sikong against the wall and kissed passionately. The two pulled each other's clothes, and the cloths that got in the way slipped off their bodies one by one and scattered all over the floor. Feng Ye embraced Yan Sikong turned around and pressed him on the couch, kissing the warm skin with hot lips.
The two absorbed each other's breath to their heart's content, and every touch from each other made people's hearts flutter and they couldn't help themselves.
When the water and milk are in harmony, the heavy panting and charming words of love echo in the ears, and the desire sends them to the clouds. The brain and the body are as hot for each other, as if the closer they are to each other, the deeper and more firmly they can possess.
Wishing that this moment could last forever, no matter how bloody and rainy he will be in the future.