After hearing the news, Yan Sikong came to see Feng Ye, and saw a servant coming out of the house carrying a basin of bloody water, which was still soaked with dyed cloth, his mind was buzzing, and what appeared in front of his eyes was The scene of Feng Ye's arrow falling into his arms made his legs tremble with fear.
He rushed into the house in a hurry, and saw Feng Ye lying on the couch with circles of white cloth wrapped around his chest. There were bright red bloodstains from the place pierced by the arrow, which had almost healed!
Seeing Yan Sikong, Feng Ye's gloomy eyes lit up.
Several doctors around the bed retreated one after another, Yan Sikong walked to the bed, gritted his teeth and said, "What's going on?"
"It's been a long time since I ran a horse, Zuihong is too excited." Feng Ye said lightly, "I fell off without paying attention."
"How can you run a horse because of your injury?" Yan Sikong turned his head and stared at Feng Ye's bodyguard, and snapped, "How do you serve King Zhenbei?!"
Several guards hurriedly knelt down: "This subordinate deserves death."
"Forget it, don't blame them." Feng Ye raised his chin, "Let's all back down."
Everyone in the house retreated in single file.
Yan Sikong frowned and looked at Feng Ye, his face was cloudy and uncertain.
"Sit down." Feng Ye patted the side of the bed.
Yan Sikong sat down and said in a deep voice: "As the lord of the four prefectures in the northern region, you shoulder a heavy responsibility, how can you do such a rash thing."
"Okay, uncle just left, he already taught me a lesson." Feng Ye stretched out his hand and stroked Yan Sikong's cheek, "It will be fine after a while of rest." His face was very pale, but his eyes were unusually bright and energetic .
Yan Sikong looked at the glaring bloodstain on Feng Ye's chest, and remained silent.
Feng Ye said softly: "I have ordered someone to go to Medicine Valley to prepare the best burn ointment and internal medicine soup. You must use it on time."
"No need, Que Wang prescribed a prescription for me. I've been taking it for a while, and my health is pretty good."
"...he knows." Feng Ye was furious, "He knew, but you kept it from me."
"I asked him not to say it." Yan Sikong didn't want to mention this matter, "I've already recovered, and you need to get better soon. You just got promoted, and the people in the northern border are still waiting to welcome the new master. .”
Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to it, just stared at Yan Sikong, and said softly: "Burning is the death penalty in the world. You suffered like that, but I wasn't by your side. You... must have hated me very much at that time."
Yan Sikong said calmly: "If I hated you, I wouldn't do such a thing."
Feng Ye smiled miserably and nodded: "You don't hate me, you are just so disappointed in me that you would rather die than see me again." Every time I think of Yan Sikong's mood when he walked into the sea of fire, and the pain of enduring the burning pain day and night , made him heartbroken. He didn't even dare to recall what he had done to force his beloved to go to that step.
The most damnable one is obviously himself.
Yan Sikong didn't intend to complain about himself, even though he did think that way at that time, he said calmly: "It's over."
"I can't get through." Feng Ye looked into Yan Sikong's eyes, slowly shook his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll never get through."
"..."
Feng Ye wanted to say something, but suddenly he raised his eyebrows, and a trace of pain appeared on his face, which obviously affected the wound.
Yan Sikong hurriedly said: "It's time for you to rest." He supported Feng Ye and carefully made him lie flat on the bed.
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's hand and stared at him without blinking: "Kong'er, can you stay with me?" His eyes and tone were pleading.
Yan Sikong sighed secretly and nodded.
Feng Ye brought Yan Sikong's hand to his lips, and kissed it softly, with a cherished attitude, as if he was holding some rare treasure.
When the soft lips left patches of warmth on the skin, Yan Sikong felt sore in his heart.
"I failed to treat you well." Feng Ye said with infinite regret, "No one in this world cares about you, even I failed to treat you well, causing you to suffer so much."
Hearing this, Yan Sikong clenched his fists unconsciously, making Feng Ye's hands ache.
But Feng Ye didn't push his hand away. He still kissed him gently, kissing the back of his hand, his finger bones, and his joints. Gradually, that hand relaxed and stretched out naturally. Feng Ye's kiss stretched from his palm to his fingertips.
Yan Sikong's hands were trembling, just like the tip of his heart was also trembling.
"How can you be happy?" Feng Ye put his cheek against Yan Sikong's palm and rubbed it lightly, and he murmured, "Wherever you want to go, whatever you want, whatever you want to do No matter what, what should I do to make my Kong'er truly laugh? Even... it's not for me."
Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "I hope you... heal your wounds well and be the King of Zhenbei. Don't let down the expectations of the four prefectures in the Northern Territory."
"Okay, as long as it is what you want, I will do it." Feng Ye closed his eyes, his face was pressed against Yan Sikong's hand, as if he was also close to the other's heart, and the eyelashes at the corners of his eyes were stained She shed some crystal clear tears, "You always think about others, but you think about yourself?"
"I... don't need anything." He had no desires.
Feng Ye's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just grabbed Yan Sikong's hand, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood.
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A few days after Fengye was canonized, Zhuo Letai sent a congratulatory message from Chahar, congratulating Fengye, and pleading guilty to Fengye, saying that Sa Ren acted recklessly and took her and Fengye's son with him without permission. Go back to Chahar, but Chahar will treat His Royal Highness like a prince, please rest assured Feng Ye.
Neda Khan may not be unaware that Feng Ze is not from Sa Ren, but this congratulatory text is a response to Feng Ye asking him for Feng Ze, just as they expected, Neda Khan will never return Feng Ze, It was not possible in the past, and it was even more impossible for the wolf king to become the king of Zhenbei.
Feng Ye had no choice but to accept the reality. He had just been entrusted by the Jin Dynasty and his foothold in the northern border was not yet stable. At this time, he could only caress Chahar, and he must not turn his face. As planned by Yun Long, it is planning for Feng Ze's future.
But the most important thing at this time is still to heal the injury.
Ever since he fell off the horse that day, Fengye's injuries have been repeated repeatedly. Although the injuries were not serious, the wounds were still difficult to heal, which made him return to the time when he needed others to serve him in everything. Spread the word.
Yan Sikong would go to watch Fengye every day to eat, drink and change his medicine. If he didn't go, Fengye wouldn't cooperate. As long as he went, even if the two of them just exchanged a few words or didn't talk, As long as he is by his side, Feng Ye can feel at ease.
Yan Sikong felt that Fengye's dependence on him was becoming more and more like a child, which made him really helpless.
This day, he had just finished eating with Feng Ye and was about to return to his other courtyard, but was stopped by the guards, saying that Feng Changyue called him to question him.
Since Feng Changyue returned to Datong, the two of them only had a face-to-face meeting when Feng Ye greeted him in front of the mansion. He knew that Feng Changyue neither liked nor disdained him, so it probably wouldn't be good to send him at this time.
But Yan Si was as hollow as water, and followed calmly.
Feng Changyue has been overworked these years, his temples have turned white, and he was once a powerful general in the battlefield, but now he is getting old, which is really embarrassing.
Yan Sikong cupped his hands: "This junior has seen General Feng."
Feng Changyue said coldly: "Teacher Yan ranks among the third princes, so let me salute you." Even so, he didn't even intend to get up.
Yan Sikong smiled softly: "The emperor has changed, so there are three lords and nine lords, of course they can't be counted. Now I am nothing."
"Even if you're not the 'Wall Rider', you're still the number one counselor under King Zhenbei's command. It would be too modest to say 'nothing'."
Yan Sikong is really too lazy to fight with Feng Zhangyue in words, he has never met someone who can beat him in a verbal battle: "I don't know why the general passed on the younger generation."
Feng Changyue looked at Yan Sikong expressionlessly: "Fengye is now the king of Zhenbei, and his status is even more respected. His safety is related to the well-being of the people in the four prefectures of the northern border, and it is a top priority."
"yes."
"So if someone is against him, he must be severely punished."
"Yes." Yan Sikong was puzzled, wondering what Feng Changyue wanted to say, the meaning in those words seemed to be that someone was trying to harm Feng Ye.
Feng Changyue narrowed his eyes, a little annoyed: "Are you really ignorant, or are you just pretending to be stupid?"
Yan Sikong frowned: "The younger generation really doesn't know what the general is talking about. I hope the general will make it clear that if someone is against the king of Zhenbei, he will naturally not let him go."
Feng Changyue said angrily: "One of the doctors who treated Feng Ye has a solid background in kung fu. He said that Feng Ye's wound relapsed, it didn't look like it was caused by falling from a horse, but it clearly seemed to be attacked by internal force."
Yan Sikong was shocked: "... what?!"
"You really don't know?" Feng Changyue's face was very ugly, "But when I asked him, he insisted that he had fallen from a horse. He was clearly covering up something. If there is any reason for him to hide someone who dared to hurt him, then It can only be for you, Yan Sikong!"
Yan Sikong's face was pale, and his eyes were in a trance for a while.
Feng Ye's arrow wound opened, was it... caused by internal force? !
Feng Changyue sternly said relentlessly: "Who the hell is it? Why did you assassinate King Zhenbei? What do you have to do with this matter? Tell me the truth!"
Yan Sikong secretly clenched his fists. Who would have the guts to assassinate King Zhenbei on the territory of Datong? If so, why would Fengye not hack the assassin to death? What does this matter have to do with him...
No, this matter may only have something to do with him...
An absurd idea flashed into his mind, and Yan Sikong suddenly fell into an ice cellar.