The Blood Crown

Chapter 335

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Yan Sikong's chest was exposed in front of Feng Ye in this way, the fair and smooth skin in his memory, but now covered with a hideous burn scar.

Those scars are like ugly monsters entrenched on the skin, bumpy, knotted, and stretching. Some of them are no different from the skin color, and some are still a faint lotus color. They show that the owner of this body, What pain have you been through.

Looking at those glaring scars, Feng Ye forgot to breathe for a moment.

Yan Sikong subconsciously wanted to cover it at first, but in the end he didn't move. He turned his face away, not wanting to see Feng Ye's expression, whether it was shocked, guilty, or sad, he didn't want to see it.

When Feng Ye recovered from the stiffness, his body trembled uncontrollably, and there was a sharp pain in his heart, the pain from a sharp arrow piercing his chest couldn't even compare to Eleven!

He tugged on Yan Sikong's clothes, but he felt exhausted all over his body. These arms, which can open two stone bows and are said to be born with supernatural power, can't even control the light and fluffy clothes at this moment. …where else…”

Yan Sikong snatched back his skirt from Feng Ye's hands, and said softly, "It's just the arms and calves, they're already healed."

"...why..." Feng Ye's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't make out, "don't tell me..."

Yan Sikong wiped the blood from the corner of his lips with his hand, and his tone was so flat: "What are you going to tell you?"

Feng Ye stared at the chest with his red eyes, thinking of what kind of despair Yan Sikong had to die, and walked into the hellish sea of flames, he felt dizzy for a while, regret and heartache rushed like a tide Come, kill him, and enlighten him.

Yeah, tell him what to do? He could neither protect Yan Sikong from the burning fire, nor heal Yan Sikong's wounds. He made mistakes again and again, and the person he loved the most in his life paid the most for him He hurt the most.

He hates fate for tricking people, he hates villains for slander, but he hates himself the most, because it is himself who gives Yan Sikong the most pain and torture in this world.

He kept saying that he had the deepest affection for Yan Sikong, but he did everything he could to hurt, humiliate and force him.

It's ridiculous that he feels from beginning to end that he is the one who loves more.

He never really understood Yan Sikong, and never cared about what this person really wanted.

Yan Sikong suddenly felt a little wet on his chest, he turned his face in surprise, and saw big tears falling from Feng Ye's eyes, hitting those scars, leaving a faint residual warmth.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Ye lay down on Yan Sikong's body exhausted, muttering "I'm sorry" over and over again, tears streaming down his face.

Yan Sikong stared at the top of the cave with wide eyes, sadness flowed quietly in his body, everywhere he went, he felt extraordinarily cold.

"I'm sorry... Kong'er... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Fengye at this time was not the invincible wolf king, the regent king who aspired to the capital, nor the king of Zhenbei who ruled the four prefectures of the city. The helpless child buried his head in Yan Sikong's chest, crying bitterly.

Yan Sikong's tears finally flowed down, like springs after the spring snow melted, they flowed continuously.

Feng Ye heard himself crying: "I'm sorry... I won't force you anymore... You... let's go..." He heard the voice lingering in his ears, but he didn't dare to recognize it. He would rather die than let go of his hand , but had to let it go, his remaining rationality forced himself to say that sentence, and the next moment, he already regretted it.

Yan Sikong gently hugged Fengye's head, letting the tears burst down the bank, before shaking, he said in a hoarse voice: "When you recover from your injury..."

Feng Ye closed his eyes, his heart turned to ashes.

When they left at dawn, the guards blew up the entrance of the cave with the gunpowder they brought, and made the whole cave a coffin to seal the soul.

On the way back, Feng Ye didn't say a word, even in front of the soldiers, he couldn't hide his distraught.

It wasn't until he returned to the mansion that Feng Ye took Yan Sikong's hand and looked at him with empty eyes: "What do you want, where do you want to go, just tell me, I..." His voice became weaker as he spoke.

"No need." Yan Sikong also felt a little stunned, he shook his head, "Don't bother."

"... You have already prepared." Feng Ye nodded stiffly, slowly let go of Yan Sikong's hand, turned and left silently.

Looking at Feng Ye's vicissitudes and lonely back, Yan Sikong leaned on the porch pillar, with mixed emotions.

After that day, Feng Ye no longer asked Yan Sikong to sleep with him, but he had to eat three meals a day with Yan Sikong. He often looked at Yan Sikong, lost his mind, and looked away in a daze.

Not long after, the news of the new emperor Jianzuo came from the capital. Chen Yu finally ascended to the Great Treasure, ruled the world, and changed his year name to "Taihe". The thirteen princes who had been supported by Feng Ye as emperor were deposed and sent to the place without leaving a moment.

After Chen Yu ascended the throne, he announced to the world according to the agreement that he would be the King of Zhenbei in the four prefectures of Qianzhou, Datong, Xuanhua, and Liaodong. The imperial edict was written by Yan Sikong, the dynasty was restructured for powerful ministers, and a feudal city that had not been seen for a thousand years after the Qin Dynasty reappeared. This matter is so absurd and shocking, but it was written by Yan Sikong, citing scriptures and allusions, without leaking any water.

When the imperial decree was sent from the capital to Datong at high speed, Feng Ye was standing to receive the decree, with his back straight, and after listening to the supervisor's reading, his expression remained unchanged.

Yan Sikong remembered that Feng Ye said that he would never kneel down to anyone except his ancestors and parents in this life, and he did it.

Seeing that Fengye had finally become King Zhenbei under one man and over ten thousand people, Yan Sikong felt that it was time for him to leave.

All the able ministers and generals in the world, besides the imperial court, there are also four Northern Territory prefectures to serve them. Before long, Fengye will have many counselors who come here for fame, and the Northern Territory will become stronger and stronger with their help. .

He can finally relax.

However, on the day of receiving the imperial decree from the feudal city, when the whole army was supposed to be celebrating and feasting, Feng Ye accidentally fell off his horse, which completely cut off the soldiers' desire to drink to their heart's content.