Feng Changyue stared at Yan Sikong with probing eyes, seeing his unpredictable expression, he couldn't figure out the truth for a while, but he still believed that the matter had something to do with Yan Sikong, and asked Yan Sikong to explain to him severely .
Yan Sikong was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, and said in a low voice: "General, leave this matter to me to investigate."
"You check? Who do you want to check, how to check, do you know anything?"
"It's inconvenient to discuss with the general in detail for the time being."
Chief Feng hit the case hard: "What do you think you are?!"
Yan Sikong was irritable and anxious, and he was too lazy to argue with Feng Changyuexu any more. He looked cold, squinted his eyes, and said gloomily: "The king of Zhenbei can have today, and I call myself a 'great contribution', which is not a big deal." , so King Zhenbei relies heavily on me—don’t care why. As for what I am, it doesn’t matter, the important thing is not to hurt the relationship between the general and King Zhenbei because of me.”
"You..." Feng Changyue was speechless. Because he had never been an enemy of Yan Sikong, he almost forgot what kind of ruthless character Yan Sikong is known all over the world.
Yan Sikong said again: "Besides, the general's surname is only half of the 'Feng', the King of Zhenbei respects his elders, but there are some things that should not be done on behalf of others."
Feng Changyue's heart shook. He couldn't be more clear about the relationship between Feng Ye and Yan Sikong. When these words came out of Yan Sikong's mouth, he couldn't help guessing whether Feng Ye was using Yan Sikong's mouth to beat him. He straightened his body and looked at him coldly. Looking at Yan Sikong: "What do you mean by that?"
"The general is wise, there is no need for this junior to repeat." Yan Sikong bowed, "This junior will take his leave."
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After saying goodbye to Feng Changyue, Yan Sikong left with a cold face.
Along the way, he kept thinking about what Feng Changyue said.
In fact, that day when Feng Ye fell off his horse, he already felt strange. Although Zuihong's wildness has not faded, she is very spiritual. She has only recognized Feng Ye as her master in her life, and she has accompanied Feng Ye on the battlefield for so many years, and has never made a mistake. How could Feng Ye fall under him
If Feng Ye didn't fall off a horse, and the injury was really caused by internal force, then who hurt Feng Ye, or...
As soon as Yan Sikong thought of that possibility, his heart and lungs would explode, and he couldn't tell whether it was anger or heartache. Feng Ye's dying figure, with blood gushing from his chest, kept flashing before his eyes like a nightmare. His eye sockets were swollen, and he couldn't even see the road under his feet clearly for a moment.
Before he knew it, he walked to the inner courtyard and stopped in front of Fengye's house.
When the guards saw Yan Sikong, they clasped their fists and saluted, but Yan Sikong stood in front of the door for a long time before taking a deep breath, pushing the door open and entering.
Feng Ye was sitting and lying on the couch with a soft cushion, the bed was covered with official documents, and he was reviewing them with a pen in his hand.
Hearing the sound, Feng Ye raised his head, and pure joy flashed in his calm eyes: "Kong'er, you're here."
Yan Sikong walked to the bed calmly: "Did you drink today's medicine?"
"Drink it." Feng Ye's eyes have been following Yan Sikong since he entered the room, as if he was afraid of missing a glance, "Sit down and have dinner with me tonight."
Yan Sikong glanced at the things on the bed: "These are all the things you received after you were promoted?"
"Yes, He Wen alone has received a lot of baskets. These are the summary of the local military, political, legal and taxation in the past twenty years submitted by the officials of various prefectures and roads. I am naturally familiar with Datong, and besides Hetao, I also know Qianzhou. You need to know more, but Xuanhua and Liaodong don’t know anything about it.”
"After you recover from your injury, you should go to inspect the other three prefectures."
Feng Ye nodded: "It should be so."
"When will your injury heal?" Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye's chest, "Why didn't it heal again and again this time?"
Feng Ye lowered his head and took a look, but the wound was wrapped in cloth and he was wearing clothes. In fact, he couldn't see anything, but the pain from the torn wound tormented him day and night. Since he was injured for several months, he Not being able to sleep peacefully all night, he said casually: "Perhaps the doctors in Datong are no better than Que Linghu in their medical skills, and they should be recovering soon."
"I asked Que Wang to go to Yaogu to invite his senior uncle, senior uncle, and senior brother. Anyone is good. If your injury drags on, it will hurt the root."
"Don't worry, I will recuperate for a while and I will be fine." Feng Ye picked up a document in hand, "Look, this is from Liang Huiyong. He is quite prestigious in Liaodong. I plan to..."
Yan Sikong slowly pressed his hand down, stared straight at his pupils, and said in a deep voice: "Your injury has not healed repeatedly, it is all because of falling from a horse that day, drunk red You’re not human, so it doesn’t make sense, but your accompanying guards didn’t discourage you from running, so they should be punished for dereliction of duty, so as to set an example to others.”
Feng Ye obviously didn't want to continue this topic, he said: "No need, I insisted on riding, no wonder they."
Yan Sikong said coldly: "They are your personal bodyguards, they are willing to die for your safety, but now they make you fall off the horse and get hurt, so you can't blame them."
"I said, I was the one who insisted on riding." Feng Ye blurted out, realizing that his tone was too heavy, he sighed softly, held Yan Sikong's hand, and said slowly, "Kong'er, don't get involved in this matter. Innocent, I have my own measure."
"Property." Yan Sikong suppressed his anger, "Do you have a sense of proportion? As the king of Zhenbei, you know that your safety is related to the people of the four houses. How could you do such a reckless thing on a whim? It was going to be fine."
Feng Ye whispered, "Are you leaving in such a hurry?"
Yan Sikong was startled: "What did you say?"
"You care so much about my injury, do you mean you can leave after I recover?" Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong tremblingly. There was indifference in his eyes, but he tried his best, but nothing could be changed.
He can subvert the whole world, but he can't save a single person's heart.
"No." Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, stared straight at Fengye, his eyes were sharp: "I am for you, for the people of the northern border, the king of Tangtang town, how could he be bedridden all the time."
Feng Ye avoided Yan Sikong's gaze, and said softly: "I will... take good care of my wounds."
Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's dejected expression, and couldn't ask any doubts in his heart.
Feng Ye put down the pen and paper in his hand: "The spring is just right today, go out for a walk with me."
Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment.
"I'll take a walk, it's okay."
Yan Sikong had no choice but to help Feng Ye get off the bed, put on a thin cloak for him, and walked out slowly with him.
When he came to the courtyard, Feng Ye looked at the rockery and fish pond in front of him, and said: "This Taihu stone was given to my father by the minister of Dali Temple in the previous dynasty as a birthday gift. It was specially transported from Jiangnan, and it took half a year on the road. as long as."
Yan Sikong looked at the huge Taihu Lake stone. It had a strange and rugged shape. From the front, it looked like a stone tree branching in pain. From the back, it looked like a goshawk spreading its wings. It was as magnificent as Bai Juyi described it as " Look at the old Saga from a distance, and look at the strange grotesques up close." Such a wild and huge Taihu stone is of the quality of an imperial offering.
Feng Ye continued: "When I was young, I just thought it was a broken rock and didn't care about it, but after I parted from you, I returned to Datong, looked at it, and thought of the Jiangnan you and I described." He looked at Yan Si Kong, "You said you never forget anything, do you remember that we also agreed to travel the world together?"
Yan Sikong pondered for a moment, then said: "Remember."
Feng Ye showed a gentle smile: "I really want to leave everything behind and roam the rivers and lakes with you, watching the white horses in the autumn wind, watching the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, watching the sunset on the long river, watching the rivers return to the sea, and seeing the strange rocks. I also look at the green and green mountains, and together with you, I watch the alternation of the sun and the moon, the cold and heat of the world. Tell me, what kind of life should that be."
Yan Sikong felt a pain in his heart. Following Feng Ye's every word, thoughts flashed in his mind. Yeah, what kind of life would that be? If they weren't them, and didn't have to shoulder these heavy responsibilities that are difficult to unload in their lives, would they live freely and happily like She Zhun
Unfortunately, there are no ifs in the world.
Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong, with a smile on his face, but a heart-wrenching sadness flashed in his eyes: "Kong'er, why don't I go with you."
Yan Sikong lowered his head: "Stop joking."
"I..." Feng Ye's heart ached, he didn't even know whether the pain was on the outside or inside, he only knew that Yan Sikong didn't need a sharp arrow to pierce his heart, just a word, a look, He murmured, "If what I said is true."
Yan Sikong was flustered for a while, but his face was calm: "You are the wolf king, the king of Zhenbei, and you have been tied to that high position all your life. Feng Ye, as I said, everyone is 'incomplete'. ’ Yes, you can’t have everything.”
Feng Ye lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
"It's windy outside, let's go back to the house."
Feng Ye was still silent, just when Yan Sikong was about to help him back to the house, he suddenly stretched out his arms and hugged Yan Sikong into his arms, that movement was neat and domineering, not at all like a wounded person.
Yan Sikong's body froze.
Feng Ye's voice was so weak that he couldn't breathe: "At least what I want, I dare to say it, I dare to take it, what about you? Kong'er, what exactly do you want, not for the world, not for the people, not for the yuan Home, not for me, just for yourself, what do you want?"
Feng Ye's breath rushed into his nostrils, which already made Yan Sikong flustered, but Feng Ye's question caught him even more.
What does he want
After thinking about it, he didn't know what he wanted, power? wealth? Fame? woman? What ordinary people want, he doesn't care at all, because he has all of them, but nothing can stop him from falling into the abyss. Since he was thirteen years old, his goal in life has been revenge. He has engraved the name of his enemy in his heart for twenty years, and he never dares to forget it.
But when he finally avenged and rehabilitated Yuanmao, he suddenly looked back and found that he had never lived for himself, and never cared about the desire in his heart.
He can't answer "what he wants", but if someone asks him, he doesn't dare to ask for it, but he knows it.
He didn't dare to ask for a home, he didn't dare to ask for affection, he didn't dare to ask anyone to be with him, because in the end, God would take all of these away, just like countless times before, and this was his life.
It is better to die alone than to die alone, which is good for oneself and others.
Yan Sikong's silence made Feng Ye's heart sink, he rubbed his cheek against Yan Sikong's forehead, "Kong'er, have you ever thought about yourself, have you ever asked yourself, asked the deepest part of your heart?" , what do you want? Have you thought about making yourself happy?"
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "...No, I don't want anything."
Feng Ye's heart ached, he couldn't help lowering his head, covered Yan Sikong's lips, and kissed Yan Sikong as tenderly as possible, melting the affection and longing into the lingering lips and teeth, he wished he could pass a kiss, Awaken the former Yan Sikong who was really happy for love, his Yan Sikong.
That kiss was too light, too soft, and too cautious, Yan Sikong only felt sore in his heart, he remembered all kinds of kisses with Feng Ye, young, curious, longing, passionate, violent , rough, forced, or as affectionate as it is now.
The more I remember, the more I can't help but want to cry.
No matter how hard he forced himself, it would be like an ancient well without waves, but there was still a person in the world who could easily stir up a storm in his heart.
That is Fengye.