I don't know how long this stalemate lasted, Yan Sikong's posture of leaning his back against the wall seemed to be effortless, but because his whole body was tense and did not move, he soon became numb, and the psychological torture was even more painful.
He couldn't bear it anymore, and shook his legs quietly.
The wolf only moved its eyes.
Yan Sikong put the saber across his chest, bravely slid along the wall and sat down on the ground.
The wolf remained unresponsive, maintaining the same sitting posture from beginning to end, with a serious expression and an incomparably noble demeanor.
Up to now, Yan Sikong had no choice but to boldly guess that the wolf wasn't planning to eat him, but was... looking at him
Strange news in the world.
At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Yan Sikong's heart tightened, and he stared straight at the open door.
Yan Sikong was stunned when he saw the person walking in.
Although he had already guessed in his heart, he still couldn't restrain the unspeakable tremor when he saw Feng Ye. When Feng Ye looked at him with a look that he couldn't understand, the past and the past were in front of him. One after another, it suddenly seemed as if time was going backwards at a rapid speed, and they all went back to their youth, the youth that could never go back.
Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slid slightly, and when he spoke, he was already calm: "What is the meaning of this, His Royal Highness, you know that hijacking an imperial court official is a serious crime?"
Feng Ye sneered: "Dissecting a horse corpse is a serious crime, and attacking a prince's son is a serious crime. Have you obeyed the law?"
Yan Sikong's lips trembled slightly, and in his blank mind, there was only one thought - he remembered me.
At that moment, there seemed to be thousands of grievances pouring into my heart, and a sour feeling suddenly appeared in my nose.
Feng Ye looked deeply at Yan Sikong, his chest heaved forcefully.
Yan Sikong lowered his eyes, concealed his inexplicable emotions, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness...can you let this wolf retreat first?"
Yan Sikong hugged the dagger tightly, disregarding his image and wishing he could embed it into the wall. It was a bit funny and pitiful. Feng Ye held back his smile, and a hint of misery flashed in his eyes. He reached out and touched the wolf's head: "What is it called?" 'This wolf', it's called Fenghun, is my younger brother."
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "May I let...His Highness Fenghun...temporarily take refuge?"
"We once drank the milk of a female wolf." Feng Ye hugged Feng Hun's neck, "Isn't it very majestic?"
"...prestige."
Feng Soul stretched out his thick fleshy claws, pulled Feng Ye's hand off its neck, and then continued to sit upright.
"I let it look at you, why, so scared?" Feng Ye sneered, "Weren't you quite courageous before?"
"What advice does Your Highness have?" Yan Sikong also felt a little embarrassed by the way he huddled in the corner of the wall, and stood up while leaning on the wall.
Feng Ye snorted heavily: "I haven't asked you yet, but you dare to question me."
"What does Your Highness want to ask me?" What happened that day was too shocking, and he lost his temper.
Feng Ye paused: "I'll ask you three questions, if you answer well, I'll let you go."
"The next official will answer truthfully."
Yan Sikong's repetition of official accents sounded very harsh, Feng Ye frowned: "Did you give Xue Bo an idea to help me tame the fierce horse during the spring hunting that day?"
"yes."
"If I don't come to you, when do you plan to come to me?"
"..."
Feng Ye said in a bad tone, "Say."
"The lower official heard that His Royal Highness refused all visitors, guessing that His Highness doesn't like to be disturbed and dare not be abrupt."
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Seal the soul, come closer."
"Don't..." Yan Sikong retreated to the corner of the wall in horror.
Feng Hun stood up, stepped towards Yan Sikong, and stopped a few steps away from Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong looked at the huge wolf head, the white eyes, and the silver-gray hairs that were clearly visible, and his breathing became extremely cautious. The closer he got, the more he could feel the power of sealing the soul. How huge and majestic, is this really a wolf
Feng Ye crossed his chest and looked at Yan Sikong: "The last question, if I don't like the answer, you can just stay in the room with it today."
Yan Sikong gasped, and scolded Feng Ye angrily in his heart: "Your Highness... Excuse me."
A sharp light suddenly flashed in Feng Ye's eyes: "You didn't die back then, why didn't you come to me!"
Yan Sikong froze for a moment, quietly looking into Fengye's eyes from a short distance away.
The eyes of the two collided in the air, and they couldn't tell what emotion they were feeling at that moment.
"Tell me, after your family changed, my father specially sent someone to Guangning to pick you up. When he learned that you were exiled to the northwest, he ordered someone to search for you, but he said that you had died in the quarry..."
"What's the use of looking for you!" Yan Sikong suddenly roared.
Feng Ye was stunned.
Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye, his eyes were red.
He has nothing left. His father was wrongfully killed on the guillotine, his younger brother was exiled instead of him, and died in a foreign land. When he took the money he earned with his life to find Yuan Nanyu, what he got was a cold death news. At that moment, he knew, All that supported him to live was only hatred, only hatred.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, someone would expose his scar nakedly in person.
It hurts so much.
Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong gloomily.
Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said tremblingly, "Datong... is too far away."
When he was most desperate and helpless, he also thought about going to Datong to find Fengye, but seeing Yuan Weiling's divorce and people who had been close friends with the Yuan family shunned them, he lost his courage. Datong is too far away, and people's hearts are too far away. The road he wants to walk is full of thorns and blood everywhere. He is destined to walk alone in his life.
Feng Ye was silent for a moment, then patted Feng Hun on the back, Feng Hun turned and left.
Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Ye muffled: "You come to me, at least I won't let you suffer."
Yan Sikong's heart was slightly hot, and he said softly: "Thank you, Your Highness."
The two fell into an awkward silence.
After all, we haven't seen each other for ten years, it's been a long time, time has passed, and now we are officials in the same dynasty, the disparity in status is unavoidable, and we can no longer be as close as we were when we were children.
Feng Ye said: "Come here."
Yan Sikong said hesitantly: "I still have..."
Feng Ye said domineeringly: "I told you to follow me, why, your legs are weak from the fright of the soul seal?"
Yan Sikong had no choice but to follow.
Feng Ye led him all the way through the winding and winding carved corridors, Biwa Zhuxi (reading Meng), and the deep courtyard. This newly purchased Feng family mansion is really magnificent.
From a distance, Yan Sikong smelled an all-too-familiar smell—the smell of horse manure.
Feng Ye brought him to the stable.
A trace of anticipation rose in Yan Sikong's heart, whether he would see that rare horse soon.
Sure enough, the two of them approached the stable, and the fiery red Tianshan Horse King was grazing leisurely. It occupied four mangers with one horse, and the other horses hid away from it.
Yan Sikong stepped forward, but didn't approach, afraid of being kicked, he just praised: "What a horse."
Feng Ye grabbed a carrot and stuffed it into Ma Wang's mouth, while stroking its mane, watching Yan Sikong stand cautiously a foot away, and laughed, "Come here, it doesn't bite."
Yan Sikong walked over, stretched out his hand cautiously, and touched the horse's face, the horse just turned him a glance, and continued to chew carrots as usual, so he boldly touched the horse king's back all the way , abdomen, and thighs, feeling the power transmitted from the rock-hard muscles through the palms.
It is a godsend that there are such perfect horses in the world.
Yan Sikong asked: "What's its name?"
"I asked you to come here for this." Feng Ye said, "I haven't thought of a name worthy of it, so you can get it."
Yan Sikong thought about it for a while, and said: "Passing on the cup is like a young hero, returning to his temples to bear the frost, drunk red is not old, why not call it 'drunk red'."
I only hope that the young man will not grow old, drunk and drunk.
"'Drunk Red'." Feng Ye's eyes lit up, "Drinking like a teenager, this name is good."
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's vigorous and handsome face, smiled lightly and said sincerely: "Only His Highness has the heroic spirit of lying drunk on the battlefield, and only His Highness's war horse is worthy of the name of immortality."
Feng Ye's bright eyes shone like the stars, he smiled triumphantly: "You're still so good at talking, I'll take you for a run in Zuihong someday, after all, I can get this magic horse, you have merit."
"Thank you Your Highness, it's just that I have a lot of official duties, so I'm afraid..."
Feng Ye suddenly lowered his head and leaned over, Yan Sikong was startled and dodged back. Feng Ye's face was so close that he could even feel the gushing warm breath, only to hear Feng Ye's joking voice: "Why have you become so short?"
Yan Sikong said helplessly, "It's His Highness who has grown taller."
"You can't beat me either."
"His Highness smiled."
"Where is the dagger I gave you?"
Yan Sikong said sadly: "For the sake of making a living, I pawned it."
He was kicked out of the house by Yuan Shaoxu back then, but he actually went back secretly. He pawned the dagger Feng Ye gave him for fifty taels of silver and gave it to Yuan Weiling, asking her to leave Guangning with the whole family as soon as possible.
Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "You have already forgotten the agreement we made back then."
Yan Sikong's body trembled slightly, he lowered his head to hide the palpitation in his eyes, and said softly: "The lower official encountered a change, many things, I... can't remember clearly."
Feng Ye gave him a disappointed look: "Forget it, I don't blame you."
Yan Sikong couldn't help smiling slightly, Feng Ye's awkward and cute little round face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
To see him again, to know that he is well and that he has not been forgotten, is already... enough, after all, there are few people in this world who remember 'Yuan Sikong'.
"Are you hungry? Come eat with me."
"Official..."
"What do I tell you to do..." Feng Ye pointed at him, "Just do what you want, and stop talking nonsense."
Yan Sikong thought, Feng Ye, I'm afraid it hasn't changed much.
The two of them came to the atrium, where a big locust tree was covered with green shade, and the locust trees were blooming, the spring breeze swept gently, and the pink and white petals drifted with the wind, spreading all over the ground, like silk, and the light fragrance diffused In the air, it seems to be surrounded by fairy energy.
Under the tree, a table of wine and food had already been prepared, Xue Bo stood by the table smiling at them, not far away, Feng Hun leaned against the tree trunk and dozed off.
This peaceful picture is still fresh in Yan Sikong's memory many years later, even though the reality has changed beyond recognition.
The two walked forward, Xue Bo bowed to Yan Sikong: "Master Yan, I offended you a lot last night, please forgive me."
"It was you last night?" Yan Sikong was a little surprised, this Xue Bo looked so ordinary, but he actually hid his extraordinary skills.
Xue Bo laughed and said, "If you still feel unwell, you can drink a bowl of this chicken soup first to nourish your heart and lungs."
"I'm fine." Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye, but seeing that the culprit was not ashamed, there was nothing he could do.
Feng Ye sat down, Yan Sikong refused to turn his back on Feng Hun, so he sat next to Feng Ye, who was spotted by Feng Ye at a glance, and mocked: "Are you so afraid of it? Feng Hun grew up with me since childhood, spirituality Very much."
"Since it's a spirit beast, it's even more important to be in awe." Yan Sikong thought to himself, what if it's a beast after all, what if it goes crazy and bites someone.
Feng Ye smiled and said, "Xue Bo, pour the wine."
Yan Sikong watched Xue Bo pick up the wine jar and filled two bowls of wine, feeling a little nervous. Although he had a good capacity for alcohol, he drank like a libertine in broad daylight and was out of place.
Xue Bo poured the wine and withdrew.
"How can you drink?" Feng Ye picked up the wine bowl and held it in front of Yan Sikong.
"Fair."
"Oh, then you lose to me again." Feng Ye forced the wine bowl into his hand and ordered, "Done."
Yan Sikong smiled helplessly, covered his face with his sleeves, raised his head and gulped down a bowl of wine into his stomach, then wiped his mouth: "Mmm, the excellent Hantan incense."
Feng Ye looked at the clean wine bowl in Yan Sikong's hand, his expression changed slightly.
"Please, Your Highness."
Feng Ye curled his lips, raised his bowl, and drank boldly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down passionately was full of vitality like him.
After drinking a bowl, Feng Ye said with a proud smile: "Good wine!" He lifted the wine jar with one hand, filled two more bowls, then stared straight into Yan Sikong's eyes, "Tell me about your ten years!" .”