Yan Sikong let out a long breath, his eyes showed a bit of bewilderment, he said slowly: "It's nothing more than wandering around, working as a handyman, raising horses, polishing pens for people, being a companion for reading, and also working as an accountant. "None of these lies, it's just that he concealed more.
"How did you escape from the quarry?"
Yan Sikong endured the pain in his heart, and said lightly: "I ran away when I was not prepared." He turned to ask, "How did Your Highness find me?"
"After the spring hunt, I wanted to get acquainted with the person who helped me tame the fierce horse. I searched for several days and sent Uncle Xue to identify him. The result I got was—Yan Sikong, 23 years old, Zhaowu 25 years old Zhong Di, who was the editor of the Imperial Academy at the time, his ancestral home... Ji'an County, Panyang Prefecture?"
Yan Sikong was silent.
"Although you changed your surname, you are not from Panyang, but when I heard the word 'Sikong', I felt it was you, but how did you become from Panyang?"
Yan Sikong still lowered his head, thinking about how to deal with it.
Feng Ye reached out and pinched Yan Sikong's chin, forcing him to face him, staring at him sharply: "Say, don't lie to me."
Yan Sikong pulled Feng Ye's hand away: "I have cut off the past with a single knife, so I have concealed my life experience, I beg His Royal Highness to remember the old love and keep it a secret for me."
Feng Ye snorted and said, "If I don't read it."
Yan Sikong said: "Your Highness won't."
"Why are you so sure?"
Yan Sikong shook his head, smiled and said: "Your Highness won't." Feng Ye's nature has not changed, so he is not worried at all.
Looking at the faint smile on Yan Si's blank jade face, Feng Ye seemed to see through himself at a glance, and was a little annoyed, but he felt that his face was like Shunhua, and he was shining brightly. He pushed the wine bowl in front of Yan Sikong: "If you finish this bowl, I will help you keep it a secret."
Yan Sikong cast a sideways glance at Feng Ye, and said cheerfully, "Really?"
"When have I lied to you?"
Yan Sikong picked up the wine bowl, drank it down again, then smashed the wine bowl heavily on the table, and clasped his fists: "His Royal Highness Xie."
"Okay." Feng Ye pushed his hand away impatiently, "I don't believe what you said."
Yan Sikong was taken aback: "Why don't you believe it?"
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Are you really going to cut it off?"
"… yes."
"Then why did you become an official?"
Yan Sikong laughed and said, "What can a scholar do if he is not an official?"
"You don't want revenge?"
Yan Sikong was silent for a while: "It's not easy for people to speak lightly." He turned to look at Fengye: "Why is your Highness so aggressive?"
"You..." Feng Ye said displeasedly, "You are not like Yuan Sikong at all."
Yan Sikong's heart suddenly felt sad, but his mouth was ridiculed: "You've grown up." He poured wine for Feng Ye, "Come, since it's a long time reunion, it's worth getting drunk."
Feng Ye didn't speak anymore, and started to drink in suspense.
After a few ounces of fragrant brew, Yan Sikong found that Fengye's drinking capacity was not as good as his own, but he dared to drink it, and when he got drunk, he insisted on dragging him to find Fenghun to play with.
Yan Sikong struggled desperately, but it was useless, Feng Ye forcibly dragged him under the tree trunk, and threw himself on Fenghun.
Yan Sikong was about to get up in embarrassment, but Fenghun pressed his paw on his shoulder and looked at him coldly with one eye. He looked at the long and sharp fangs that were close at hand, so he had to sit back again.
Feng Ye leaned on his pillow to seal his soul, hehe laughed and said, "Why do you think I shut those people out? Because, I don't know what purpose they have, what forces are behind them, and I don't bother to distinguish, left and right..." He hiccupped heavily, and his tone showed a bit of disappointment, "I'm here as a hostage, so it would be better if I didn't do anything."
Yan Sikong was probably a lot more courageous after drinking alcohol, imitating Feng Ye's appearance, leaning half of his body on Feng Hun's body, the warm and thick fur gave people a strange sense of peace of mind, he said: " Although His Highness cannot go into battle to kill the enemy, this move has made great contributions to King Jingyuan."
Feng Ye shook his head and sneered: "I'd rather gallop on the battlefield and escape death than waste my time here."
"His Royal Highness King Jingyuan asked you to return to Beijing, which means a lot. He is far away in Datong, and the people in the court talk a lot. There are remarks against him, and there is no way to defend him. Only if there is someone who can fully trust him, he can rest assured at the border. Use that rare general talent. If you insist on staying behind closed doors, you will be wasting your time."
Feng Ye said: "Why don't I know, but I hate those hypocrisy and arrogance." He sighed, "Let me be quiet for a few days, you just pretend that I don't come out and do nothing, I want to find out first."
Yan Sikong took a sip of wine silently, his thoughts were complicated.
Behind Feng Ye is Feng Jianping, who holds a heavy soldier in his hand, and the emperor should be afraid of three points. If he gets help from this person, it can save him at least ten years of hard work, and Feng Jianping will definitely need a more astute person. to assist his son.
It's rare that he and Feng Ye are old acquaintances, no matter what, he shouldn't miss this opportunity.
only…
Feng Ye, who was dizzy from drinking, suddenly muttered in a sleepy voice: "Why didn't you ask me about the past ten years?"
Yan Sikong's heart tightened, he was eloquent and knowledgeable, but he didn't know how to answer for a while, maybe he instinctively didn't want to get too close to Feng Ye. Feng Ye didn't seem to need an answer either, he had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.
He turned his face and glanced at Feng Ye, who was intoxicated. This frivolous young man who didn't seem to know what worries were, his future must be limitless.
—
After Feng Ye fell asleep, Yan Sikong planned to get up and leave.
But as soon as he moved, there was a muffled sound from Fenghun's throat, which sounded full of threats.
Yan Sikong swallowed his saliva, and said kindly: "Your Highness Sealing Soul, I am in a hurry, go back as soon as you go."
Fenghun's lips trembled, and his white spikes bared.
Yan Sikong closed his eyes and sat back resignedly. I'm afraid that without Feng Ye's permission, even if he peed his pants, he wouldn't even think about leaving here.
After a while, Xue Bo came, and Yan Sikong finally saw the savior, saying that he had to leave because he had unfinished business.
Only then did Xue Bo send a carriage and personally take him back to the residence.
—
On the second day, Yan Sikong went to Wenyuan Pavilion, pleaded guilty to Huo Li in person, and explained why he was absent yesterday for no reason. Huo Li saw that he was a student Yan Zilian admired, so he didn't make things difficult, but Shen Hexuan was a scrupulous People, reprimanded him for affecting the progress of the book revision.
Liang Sui smoothed things over at the side: "Hey, seeing Sikong's face turned pale, he must have been very unwell yesterday, brother Shen, don't blame him."
Seeing that Yan Sikong had already apologized, Shen Hexuan would not be reluctant, he said: "Today I have led you to study for nearly ten years, and the case files have been prepared. Shen, I implore all colleagues to work together. If this matter There is some procrastination, and I can't explain it to the Holy One."
"yes."
Afterwards, Feng Ye never came to look for Yan Sikong again, as if the drink under the tree that day was just a dream of being drunk during the day. Yan Sikong was not surprised, Feng Ye was arrogant, he condescended to make friends with him, and he still wanted to alienate him, so he would definitely not take the initiative again.
Yan Sikong has never been an indecisive person, but now he is hesitant about Feng Ye.
Right now, he is busy until late at night every day, and he doesn't have time to think too much, so he must live every day.
It is countless nights that I have been up, and Yan Sikong is yawning and writing.
Suddenly, in order to dispel the drowsiness, a Hanlin Xu chatted with the people beside him: "I am practicing to defend Guangning, have you heard of this battle?"
Yan Sikong, who was so sleepy with his head straight on the ground, woke up instantly.
"I read it later in my fashionable youth, and it was a surprise."
"Han Zongbing is really a famous general of the present age, and he retreated the 100,000 troops of the Jin Kingdom with a few soldiers and an isolated city."
A look of ferocity flashed across Yan Sikong's face, and he said in a deep voice, "I heard that there is something wrong with this matter, that person has been thrown in Qingzhou."
Shen Hexuan knocked on the table: "This is not a place for gossip, don't discuss things based on hearsay."
Yan Sikong's chest burst into a strange fire, Xu Shi was so tired that his mind was weak, and he couldn't suppress his temper, so he blurted out: "Anecdotes may not be false, and history may not be true when compiled and revised. The winners and losers, history books have always been Who wrote it?"
All the little Hanlins in the room were shocked.
On weekdays, Yan Sikong is exquisite, and we have been together for more than a year, and I have never seen him miss a word, how could he dare to say such disrespectful words today just for a small talk? If this is heard by someone with a heart, it may lead to catastrophe.
After Yan Sikong finished speaking, he also regretted it, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Shen Hexuan looked at Yan Sikong silently, put down his pen, got up and walked out of the room.
Yan Sikong hurriedly chased after him: "Brother Shen, Brother Shen." He grabbed Shen Hexuan, calmed down, and said, "I'm not rude, can you let Brother Shen go."
Shen Hexuan frowned: "What do you think I am going to do? Go to the teacher and sue you?"
Yan Sikong knew that Shen Hexuan was a man, he was by no means a villain, but after all, he had made mistakes first, if Shen Hexuan insisted on pursuing to the end, a single sentence could make him fall short. He let go of Shen Hexuan, bowed and said: "Brother Shen is an upright person, I treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain."
"Actually, what you said is not unreasonable." Shen Hexuan looked up at the full moon in the sky, "For thousands of years, this bright moon has hung high, but it has not been able to reveal much truth and falsehood in the world. The true and false only lie in the heaven and the earth. It’s not about you or me. You are already an official, so you should be cautious in your words and deeds. I will treat you as tired and confused today, and I will never forgive you next time.”
Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "Thank you, Brother Shen."
"I'm just out to get some air, you go back."
Yan Sikong bowed again before turning around and turning back.
He clenched his fists tightly, and a murderous intent shot out from his eyes. God has no eyes, and the bright moon is flawed, so that the wicked can confuse black and white, and make good people wronged. Since the truth and falsehood are only in the world, he will turn the world upside down and wash away Yuanmao's stigma on the history books!