The news of Xie Zhongren's generous gift to Yan Sikong naturally reached Yan Zilian's ears very quickly, but Yan Zilian could hold his breath, and the first person to find him was Feng Ye.
The two haven't seen each other for several days, and when they meet, strong longing will burst out of their eyes, but now is not the time to reject each other's feelings. Xie Zhongren's actions made Feng Ye smell something.
"You saw him." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's smooth and fair cheeks, his tone was affirmative, and his tone was gentle. He knew that it was not easy for Yan Sikong to have a close-up, face-to-face conversation with Xie Zhongren. an easy job.
Yan Sikong nodded: "I see."
"Did he make things difficult for you?"
"No, it's just..." Yan Sikong bit his lower lip lightly, stared into the depths of Feng Ye's pupils, and tremblingly said, "I really want to kill him. How to kill him, he is so old and weak, I think I only need one hand to break his neck..." He said at the end, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"I understand." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's hair, "Fortunately, you are not impulsive."
Yan Sikong took a deep breath and sighed: "Yes, I have endured humiliation for more than ten years for revenge, how could I not be able to endure this moment."
Feng Ye comforted him: "Sooner or later he will die in your hands, and it will not be a good death."
Yan Sikong's eyes flashed fiercely.
"What is the eunuch's intention for giving gifts?"
Yan Sikong's face was livid: "He came to me and said some weird words, half threats, half warnings."
"Want to win you over?"
"No, more than that, he wants to find out about the relationship between the teacher and you through me, and even wants to use me to alienate such a relationship. After I didn't express my opinion, he revealed to me that the emperor has some criticisms about the teacher, and intends to persuade me and the teacher to get along with Feng. Let's disassociate ourselves from each other."
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Ruyi Suan is really good at planning, but unfortunately he doesn't know, we all want his life."
"However, there are some things he may not be alarmist about."
"What the hell did he say?"
"He didn't say it clearly, but it's clear that the reduction of armaments is non-negotiable, and His Majesty is increasingly dissatisfied with the teacher. The teacher is highly respected, and his disciples are all over the government and the public. In the past, His Majesty was very respectful to the teacher. Most of them are based on the opinions of the cabinet, but on the matter of establishing the crown prince, His Majesty had a very ugly quarrel with the gentry faction mainly composed of teachers, and after that, he obviously became estranged to the teacher a lot, and to this day..." Yan Sikong said worriedly, "I'm worried that the teacher won't be able to get away with it this time."
"Yan Ge's old position is high and powerful, and the noble officials of the Manchu Dynasty only follow his lead. It's not easy to shake his position. Don't be fooled by Xie Zhongren."
"That's the case, but no matter how great you are, you are still a minister." Yan Sikong said seriously, "I don't believe that the teacher is not vigilant. I think this is why he has been persuading you to back down. He is worried about the situation. It's beyond his ability."
"There is nothing in this world that is under control." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "Since he is already in his position, he should be enlightened... We all have this awareness, so we won't just sit around and wait for death .”
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, and said with a bit of anxiety, "What good news did you bring with you this time?" He meant, of course, the big thing they planned.
Feng Ye stood up, turned his back to Yan Sikong, looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and said nothing.
Yan Sikong sighed: "Your Highness is not willing, is it?"
Feng Ye's voice was icy cold: "He has never been indecisive, but this time, he always took chances with that stupid king."
"If you wait until His Highness wakes up, it may be too late."
Feng Ye turned around: "What about Yan Zilian's attitude?"
"As long as His Highness agrees." Yan Sikong's pupils were pitch-dark, "I told him that we can follow the example of the Maweiyi Mutiny, on the side of the Qing Emperor, but as long as we seize power, everything will be in our hands."
"Without my father, we wouldn't be able to convince Zhao Fuyi, let alone mobilize the Feng family's army." Feng Ye said bitterly, "That stupid lord is going to dismember the Feng family, why does he stick to his foolish loyalty!"
Yan Sikong stroked Feng Ye's back: "Don't mess around, I believe His Highness must be suffering at the moment, you and His Highness are a family, if you are, he will not care at all, we still have time."
"Kong'er." Feng Ye turned around, clasped Yan Sikong's shoulders, his face full of embarrassment, "I respect my father, and I don't want to disobey him, but he is so obsessed, I'm afraid he will miss our last chance to save ourselves."
Yan Sikong nodded heavily: "If His Royal Highness backs down this time, even if it is just a reduction in armaments, it will not endanger his life, but he will lose a lot of military power on which to rely, and will have to be slaughtered by others in the future. I don't believe His Highness didn't think about it. But, perhaps compared to military power, what His Highness can't let go of is his reputation of loyalty."
Feng Ye smiled wryly: "You're right, he's been a soldier for Dasheng all his life, and he didn't expect to end up being a judge."
Yan Sikong sighed and said: "Your Highness is not as transparent as the teacher on this point. In the eyes of the teacher, there is a country first, and then there is a monarch. Loyalty to the country and loyalty to the monarch may not be able to have both."
Feng Ye said in a low voice: "I want to find Zhao Fuyi by myself, I must not just watch the Feng family army fall apart, what do you think?"
Yan Sikong lowered his head, frowning tightly, hesitating in his heart.
"You don't think it's right?"
"No, you are young after all, and it is difficult to win the trust of General Zhao. How can he listen to your two or three words for such a big matter? Besides, even if you really moved him with your words, if His Highness finds out, I don't know what troubles will happen. This is really the next step.”
"The next strategy is also a strategy, otherwise, do you have a good strategy?"
Yan Sikong thought for a while: "Can you mobilize the two thousand family troops outside the city?"
"I can steal my father's soldier talisman."
"Using these two thousand soldiers properly, bypassing Zhao Fuyi, it may be possible. We only need to control the emperor alone, and that's enough."
"What are you going to do?"
"If the crown prince cooperates with us inside and out... After all, he can come in and out of the emperor's side at will."
Feng Ye disagreed: "How can such a childish child conspire with such a big event."
"When I swore revenge back then, I was younger than him." Yan Sikong said earnestly, "This son is an emperor's talent, don't underestimate his courage, and we don't necessarily have to let him know what we are going to do, he It would be unsafe to know, but he trusts and relies on me very much, and he will probably listen to me."
Feng Ye's face was solemn, he sighed, took a few steps back, sat in the chair, wiped his face wearily: "This is treason, what a stormy sea, we want to count on a mere boy?"
"Of course we can't rely on him alone." Yan Sikong stretched out his hand and gently rubbed Feng Ye's earlobe, "We still have teachers, and elite soldiers from the Feng family. The most important thing is...you and I have each other."
Feng Ye raised his head and looked at him without blinking, his tangled eyebrows slightly relaxed.
Yan Sikong sat on his lap, leaning against his generous chest, showing a bitter smile: "Feng Ye, I am very tired, I wish I could wake up and find that this life is just a dream, I am I don’t want to be Yan Sikong even if I want to be a cow herder in the country.”
"If it was really a dream, wouldn't our encounter cease to exist." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and rubbed his palm lightly, "I don't allow it."
"If it's really a dream, it's mostly a nightmare." Yan Sikong stroked his cheek with his fingertips, "Only you are the sweet dream I don't want to wake up from."
Feng Ye curled his lips into a smile: "Me too, I miss you when I wake up, and I miss you in my dreams, I wish we didn't have to fall into these intrigues and bloody storms, but just think about each other, about Fengyue Shijiu... Konger, we Can you live like that?"
Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye's shining eyes, his heart was suddenly overwhelmed by sadness and helplessness, who wouldn't want to live such a carefree life as a couple of gods and gods, he held Feng Ye's face, gently Kissed, whispered: "Yes."
"when?"
"I don't know, but I can."
"why?"
"Because..." Yan Sikong said with a sore nose, "Because everything we gave was for that day."
Feng Ye wrapped Yan Sikong into his arms, hugged him tightly and tightly, smelling the familiar and warm smell on his body: "I believe you, you have lied to me many times, but this matter, I'm so sorry. I still believe in you."
Yan Sikong buried his face in Feng Ye's neck, and rubbed his ears with him: "You are the only person in my heart, you don't have to doubt this matter for the rest of your life."
Feng Ye showed a satisfied smile: "Okay."
"I will choose a day to enter the palace. Now the crown prince should be very clear about the winter hunting arrangements. This matter must be done seamlessly. On your side, if His Highness changes his mind, please let me know at any time."
"Okay." Feng Ye hugged the person in his arms cherishingly, and said softly, "Kong'er, if my Feng family ever takes power, you have made great contributions, and I will definitely ask you to share this great country with me. That little prince...just be obedient."
A strange color flashed in Yan Sikong's eyes.
He has long seen that Feng Ye's ambition and courage are far higher than Feng Jianping's, and at the same time he is not bound by traditional ethics. He may be able to do anything. Such a sharp temper is a double-edged sword , fortunately, he can control it.