Chen Kui glanced at the crowd, there was no joy on his face that he was about to become a great treasure, it was too early to be happy, even if one day became the emperor, thinking that the four border prefectures were not under his control, he might not be able to sleep peacefully for the rest of his life.
That's the price.
He said: "Mr. Shen will draw up the documents..."
"No, I'll draw it up." Yan Sikong said without hesitation, "After the drafting is finished, I will send it to you for inspection."
Shen Hexuan said: "Alright."
Yan Sikong looked at Shen Hexuan: "This may be the last time you and I will see each other, I hope Brother Shen will cherish it." Jiangshan, I will leave it to you.
Shen Hexuan looked deeply at Yan Sikong, and suddenly remembered the scene of the two of them in the autumn exam together. At that time, they were young and energetic, with a passion to serve the country, and wanted to do something vigorous and famous in history. Career, more than ten years of ups and downs in the officialdom, after experiencing all these bloody storms, he can't even remember what kind of person he was back then.
There was a burst of sadness in his heart, and he didn't bother to mention how many grievances and objections he had at this time, so he just nodded slightly and said: "Treasure."
Yan Sikong also looked at Shen Hexuan vigorously, then lightly tugged on the reins, trying to turn the horse's head, but Chen Kui called him: "Sir."
Yan Sikong paused.
"I want to speak to you alone."
Feng Ye said coldly: "No."
Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye: "Don't worry, the Wolf King will go back to the city first."
Feng Ye hesitated for a moment, then he gave Chen Kui a warning look, and retreated together with Yuan Nanyu, stopping at a distance and waiting for Yan Sikong.
Shen Hexuan also waved his whip, and retreated into the army formation in his chariot.
Yan Sikong and Chen Kui sat on the horse and stood facing each other, a dull and strange aura flowed between them.
"Have you ever regretted it, sir?" Chen Kui asked suddenly.
Yan Sikong smiled: "Which one are you referring to?"
"It's related to me." Chen Kui looked into Yan Sikong's eyes quietly, "I regret teaching me, I regret helping me, but I regret betraying me."
"There are too many things I want to regret in my life, but regrets won't help, so I decided not to regret anything."
"Can people really have no regrets?" Chen Wei mocked, "I guess you must be very regretful. You traveled thousands of miles to Yunnan to help me, the deposed prince. Now your beloved wolf king wants to bring down the country you have worked so hard for. Give it to me."
Yan Sikong looked up at the sky, it was a spring afternoon, the wind was blowing, the sky was high and the clouds were light, he said, "The traitor you planted leaked the marching route of Feng Ye, the day he fell, I watched the stars at night , there is a faint purple air in the southwest, I thought it was Feng Ye, but now it seems that it is you."
Chen Yu didn't speak.
"In the dark, everything has its destiny." Yan Sikong said calmly, "If I didn't support you at the time, Fengye's army was not justified, and the name was not right, and the vassal king would be besieged and suppressed. You have achieved each other."
"It would be fine without him." Chen Kui clenched his horsewhip tightly, "If there is no Feng Ye, you will serve me wholeheartedly. You and I have agreed that I will be the emperor, and you will be the prime minister. To revive the Dasheng country, you can do it still remember?"
"I have never forgotten anything." Yan Sikong said, "I also sincerely hoped that you would become emperor, but unfortunately I should have realized that you are not a puppet that can be manipulated by others."
"Feng Ye got everything I wanted." Chen Kui smiled darkly, "But at least now, I have taken the throne back from him."
"I hope you get what you want, and you can still remember what I taught you, how to be a king, how to employ people, how to govern the country, and how to keep the people safe." Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "Listen to Master Shen's advice more. In other words, he is the real minister of the country."
"You know that when I was young, there was never a day when I didn't dream of being an emperor. Only by being an emperor can people dare not bully my mother and son." Recalling the unbearable past, Chen Yu couldn't hide the hatred in his eyes, "Father, don't you?" They want me to be an emperor, but many people don’t want me to be an emperor, so I thought, one day I will be an emperor, and I will be a holy lord who will always be praised by future generations. I want to let people in the world and future generations see it , I, Chen Kui, was born to be an emperor!"
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Okay, I will watch you in the northern border and watch you bring peace and prosperity to the people, but if one day you also become a foolish king who is obsessed with sensuality and trusts traitors, then Your end may not be better than your father's."
Chen Kui looked at Yan Sikong's eyes with indescribably complex emotions, he smiled slightly: "Sir, do you know who I hate the most in this world?"
Yan Sikong looked at him expressionlessly.
"It's not the father, it's not Fengye, it's you." Chen Kui's lips trembled slightly, "When you burned my food and grass, when you were between me and Fengye, I always chose him without hesitation. Shi... After the death of my concubine, you were the person I liked and trusted the most in this world, so I hate you the most."
"So, are you going to use my brother to take revenge on me?" Yan Sikong said coldly, "Do you know that you dare to harm him, even if you touch him with a finger, you can reach the capital from Xuanhua to the capital, and you can reach it in ten days."
Chen Kui laughed softly, the laughter made Yan Sikong's back shiver, and he said: "Don't worry, sir, I will definitely treat him well, and I will let you look at him with trepidation every year after the autumn harvest." Going south to Beijing, waiting for him to go back, thinking about whether he is in danger in the capital, and living like a year like you. Day after day, year after year, I don’t know when, he will never be able to return to you, haha Ha ha ha ha-"
Yan Sikong's cheeks twitched, he smiled instead of anger: "It's just like you, sitting on the dragon chair, but always looking north in fear, one day, the Feng family wolf flag will be waving in your face again Wang Ji."
Chen Kui said with a smile: "As expected of my husband. If you and I can meet again in this life, then there must be someone who has become a prisoner."
Yan Sikong nodded: "That's right, so it's best not to see him in this life."
Chen Kui took a deep look at Yan Sikong, tightened the reins, and the horse stepped lightly on the spot. He lowered his eyes and turned the horse's head away.
"Qi'er."
Chen Yu was stiff all over.
Yan Sikong looked at Chen Kui's back, and the poor boy hiding in his arms and crying appeared in front of his eyes, his heart tightened, he was full of emotions, and unconsciously called out these two words.
Chen Kui turned his head tremblingly, his eyes were red.
"Do you know why the emperor called himself 'The Lonely Family'?"
Chen Kui's thin lips moved, unable to speak.
"When you sit on the throne, you will understand." Yan Sikong took one last look at Chen Kui, turned his horse's head resolutely, and left the last sentence, which floated into Chen Kui's ears with the wind, "I can do it myself."
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After returning to Guangning, Yan Sikong wanted to have a talk with Yuan Nanyu, but Yuan Nanyu seemed to evade intentionally and hurried away on the grounds of military affairs.
So Yan Sikong returned to the room and began to draft relevant documents.
In the middle of the night, Yan Sikong, who had been sitting at his desk thinking hard, suddenly heard a knock on the door.
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, Feng Ye stepped into the house, a maid came in after carrying the food, put the tray on the table, bowed, and left silently.
Yan Sikong explained: "I am writing..."
"I know what you're writing." Feng Ye snorted coldly, "Chen Yuxiao wanted to be on the throne for 23 years, not a few days away, stop writing and eat dinner."
Yan Sikong put down his pen, got up and walked to the table, Feng Ye sat opposite him, watching him quietly.
Yan Sikong took two bites: "Aren't you going to eat?"
"I've eaten." Feng Ye said softly, "I want to watch you eat."
Yan Sikong didn't know what to eat, maybe it was because of the great changes these days, maybe he was still thinking about how to write the document, maybe it was just because Feng Ye was watching him intently.
After quickly finishing a bowl of rice, Yan Sikong couldn't swallow anymore, he looked up at Feng Ye: "I'm full."
"Too little to eat." Feng Ye glanced at the food and said dissatisfied.
"I don't have much appetite today." Yan Sikong put down the bowl and chopsticks, and asked straightforwardly, "Do you have something to say?"
Feng Ye stared at the person in front of him with naked eyes, and said bluntly, "I want to stay overnight tonight."
Yan Sikong blinked: "Your injury is not healed yet."
"I don't do anything, I just want to sleep with you."
Yan Sikong paused and nodded.
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's embarrassed expression, and smiled wryly: "Serve me to bed."
Yan Sikong got up, poured the hot water sitting on the stove into the basin, scalded the cloth towel, wrung it dry, and waited for Feng Ye to wipe his hands and face.
Yan Sikong held Feng Ye's hand, carefully wiped every slender and strong finger, and then those fingers unconsciously twisted his own, Yan Sikong looked at the intertwined fingers motionlessly, as if Their destinies are ordinary, intertwined and difficult to separate.
He no longer resists fate, because he has resisted half his life and failed in a mess. If it is his destiny to be entangled with Feng Ye for the rest of his life, should he obey
Even if he doesn't obey his fate, he should obey the hometown and the country that the wolf king guarded for him.
"Master Yan, who speaks eloquently, can't even speak at this time." Feng Ye looked up at him.
Yan Sikong smiled lightly with the corner of his mouth: "I'll change your clothes for you." He withdrew his finger, put down the cloth towel, undressed Feng Ye and took off his shoes, and carefully lifted his legs onto the bed.
Feng Ye sat at the head of the bed, watched Yan Sikong wipe his hands and face, took off his coat, and came to the bedside in his underwear.
The two of them looked at each other and shared the same bed, as if a hundred years ago, those sweet pasts when they were young seemed to happen to someone else, they used to be so close, but now they care about each other, most of them are speechless.
Feng Ye felt sore, he stretched out his hand towards Yan Sikong.
Yan Sikong held his hand back and lay down beside him.
Feng Ye clings to Yan Sikong, breathing heavily.
Yan Sikong said: "You rode a horse today, did the wound come back again?"
"No." Feng Ye paused, then whispered, "Are you only concerned about my injury now?"
"You almost died, how can this injury be underestimated."
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and put it on his chest: "Touch and see, my heart is still beating, just like before."
Yan Sikong put the back of his hand against Fengye's chest, felt the slight tremor, and unconsciously relaxed his body: "If you survive a catastrophe, you will have future blessings. Take care of it carefully."
"Of course." Feng Ye said with a low smile, "I wish it would be over right away. You are lying next to me, and all I can think about is your naked, seductive appearance... Do you know how much I miss it?" want you."
Yan Sikong's relaxed body tensed up again.
"But I know." Feng Ye whispered, "You're still resisting me. After I've done everything I can, you stay by my side and you're just paying me to guard Guangning."
Yan Sikong was silent.
"I often think about those...those things I did to you. I think, if someone treats me like that, I will definitely do the same. I will never forgive you in my life." Feng Ye said hoarsely, "Konger, I can still see Are you sincere?"
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Feng Ye, there is no one or anything in this world that can be perfect. Everyone has 'deficiencies', so why be persistent."
"Then why don't you fight for it?" Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's hand tightly, as if the people around him would disappear, "What I want, I will do my best to get it, one point, one point .”
Yan Sikong was so depressed that he didn't know how to answer.
For him, Feng Ye gave up something that few people in this world could give up—supreme power, he was shocked, he was grateful, and he could sacrifice his life for this "reward".
But the only thing he can't show is a sincere heart without any grudges, it's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't, it's like a person whose hand is burned by fire again and again, even if the fire is really not hot, he can't reach out without hesitation .
Feng Ye is the only person he has ever loved in his life, but he can no longer let go of his guard against this person.