Feng Ye was lying on the couch with a gloomy face, staring at the mattress without saying a word. The medicine on his body had only been changed halfway. On his strong and naked chest, the faintly oozing wound was particularly glaring.
Yuan Nanyu, on the other hand, was like a leopard with bristling fur, standing beside the bed angrily, with his eyes wide open and his face turning blue.
Hearing the voice, one raised his head and the other turned his head. The two looked at Yan Sikong who had just stepped through the door at the same time, each with their own strange expressions.
Yan Sikong stared at them: "What's wrong?"
Yuan Nanyu gritted his teeth and glanced at Feng Ye, as if he didn't know how to speak.
Feng Ye's sharp and arrogant wolf eyes that once looked down on the world are now not only dim, but also filled with pain and despair. He looked at Yan Sikong quietly, with his lips tightly pressed, but seemed to be silently help.
Yes, Yan Sikong felt that Feng Ye was asking him for help.
Yuan Nanyu lowered his head and rushed out without saying a word.
Yan Sikong grabbed his arm: "What happened?"
"Ask him yourself." Yuan Nanyu's voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth. He didn't know if he was angry or...
Hearing this, Feng Ye also turned his face away in an evasive manner.
After Yuan Nanyu left, Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye without blinking, he wanted to wait for Feng Ye to speak, but Feng Ye remained silent.
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Fengye, what the hell are you..."
"I'm tired." Feng Ye said softly, "I want to rest."
Yan Sikong clenched his fists: "I'll call someone to change your medicine." He turned and left.
Feng Ye opened his mouth, but he could only watch Yan Sikong's back disappear from his vision, and he was still unable to speak. He closed his eyes, and the brows that were tightly knitted were full of torment.
Yan Sikong ordered his servants to find a doctor immediately to treat Feng Ye's wound, while he himself went to Yuan Nanyu.
After searching for a long time, he finally found Yuan Nanyu standing motionless by the lake in the back garden, his back looked extremely bleak.
Even though he heard the footsteps, Yuan Nanyu didn't turn his head. He watched a carp jump out of the water in the middle of the lake, and the ripples were pushed outward round and round, and finally disappeared without a trace.
No matter what kind of waves are set off, they will eventually return to calm. This is true for fish, wind, and people.
Yan Sikong walked over and stood side by side with Yuan Nanyu. He turned his head and looked at the face similar to his own, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
The two were silent for a long time.
Yuan Nanyu said, "Second brother, is he leaving? Where are he going? Why didn't you tell me?"
"... Feng Ye told you?"
Yuan Nanyu turned his head and looked at Yan Sikong: "You said there will be no more concealment between us brothers, are you planning to disappear like before?"
"I didn't intend to hide it from you, but I didn't have time to tell you. Maybe... I will go back to Guangning." Yan Sikong frowned, "Why are you and Feng Ye arguing?"
Yuan Nanyu said in a muffled voice: "I have followed Fengye for so many years, and in my eyes he is the number one hero in the world. Whether he is the emperor or the king of Zhenbei, he can be followed by an unrivaled figure for life. It's my luck to show my strengths under my command, and to live a worthwhile life."
Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu quietly, waiting for him to continue.
"There is only one thing he has done that I don't agree with, and that is...you." Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice, "I can't say much about the things between you two, but over the years, I have seen that you clearly care for each other. It’s really heartbreaking for them to torture each other.”
Yan Sikong sighed. Yuan Nanyu was the clearest about everything that happened between himself and Feng Ye, but he never asked too much, firstly because he was the elder brother, and secondly because he was used to thinking about others and didn't want to embarrass or embarrass himself.
But not saying it doesn't mean he doesn't want to.
Yan Sikong whispered: "It's hard to say anything between us, and we can't go back to the past."
"Why do we have to go back to the past?" Yuan Nanyu frowned deeply, "No matter how good the past is, no one can go back, but the days to come will be longer."
Yan Sikong was stunned.
Yuan Nanyu pursed his lips: "Second brother, I don't want to influence you or embarrass you, but I just look at you like this, and I feel extremely uncomfortable, because I haven't seen your sincere smile for a long time, and Feng Ye is the same , I can only look at you like this, watching you become more and more silent, watching Feng Ye getting more and more out of control." He watched Yan Sikong's eyes gradually turn red, "Second brother, tell me, I What should I do to make you not so... so..." He couldn't even find the right words to say it for a moment.
Yan Sikong looked away: "You don't have to do anything, and you can't do anything, I..."
"Then I'll just watch Fengye die." Yuan Nanyu's face was full of grief and indignation.
Yan Sikong's whole body was stiff: "You...what are you talking about." Although he had already guessed in his heart, it was only a guess after all.
Yuan Nanyu covered his eyes with his hands, and said softly: "Second brother, I don't know what to do. You are all people for whom I can risk my life, why do you want to torture each other?"
"What are you talking about?" Yan Sikong gritted his teeth.
Yuan Nanyu shook his head, his eyes were sore, and his trembling voice was filled with forbearance: "His injury should have been healed long ago, but he... he used internal force to repeatedly shake the wound open..."
Yan Sikong felt like falling into an ice cellar, his face was as pale as paper.
"I asked him why he was like this, and he said..." Yuan Nanyu took a breath and said in a hoarse voice, "He said that you will leave after the injury is healed."
Yan Sikong's mind went blank, he couldn't think about anything in a trance, until suddenly a piercing pain made him almost unable to stand up.
He staggered back two steps and almost fell into the lake. When he regained his composure, he was already stumbling back and forth. Walking through half of the palace, he met many people, and from the astonished or questioning eyes of those people, he could also outline how he looked like a lost soul at this time.
He ran all the way back to Feng Ye's other courtyard, and kicked open the door.
The inside of Fengye's house was like a hurricane passing by, a mess, all the objects and furnishings were swept to the ground, and the servants fell to their knees, not daring to breathe.
Feng Ye stood in the middle of the room. His hair was disheveled, his face was pale, and his eyes were as red as blood. He looked like a wild animal that had been cornered. He was embarrassed and dangerous. The wound was oozing blood, but he turned a blind eye to it.
The eyes of the two people, who were kneeling on the ground halfway across the room, met. At that moment, a thousand arrows really pierced their hearts.
Yan Sikong strode over and slapped Feng Ye hard.
Ordinary people think that Yan Sikong is deviant, but they don't know that he has learned from Confucius and Mencius since he was a child, respected etiquette, and has always been thorough in etiquette. To do such a disrespectful thing.
But at that moment, he couldn't control the anger overflowing in his chest, he could only feel his blood boiling with it, flowing through his whole body, burning every inch of his skin, making him feel not only pain, but also madness.
Feng Ye was beaten to the side of his head, his lips and teeth collided, and blood was wiped from the corner of his mouth.
The kneeling servants trembled.
Yan Sikong said coldly: "Get out."
They scrambled back out.
Feng Ye turned his face away, his wolf eyes were bloodshot, he was completely lifeless, only endlessly tired and desperate.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye with a ferocious expression.
Feng Ye said calmly: "It's you who said, you said I recovered from my injury, so you go."
"You! Are you really crazy!"
"So what." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong blankly, "Do you care?"
Without waiting for Yan Sikong to speak, Feng Ye replied self-consciously: "You care, what you care about is the Wolf King and the King of Zhenbei, but it is not me, Feng Ye. If someone can replace me, I will Even if you die, it doesn't matter to you." He laughed miserably, "I'm afraid you should be happy, no one will pester you endlessly anymore."
Yan Sikong felt that his heart and lungs were going to explode: "You are a dignified King of the North, you can do such absurd things, you have thought about the people of the four prefectures, you have thought about the 200,000 family troops, have you thought about it?" …”
"Who ever thought of me?" Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, the pain in his heart was beyond the load, as if there was an invisible hand strangling his throat, and could take his breath away at any time, "I have been I still don’t understand why it’s so painful to be happy with someone.”
"... How can a man be restrained by his children's affection." Yan Sikong's eyes were a little blurred, and his heart was in severe pain. He paused every word, "It's just useless."
"Yeah, useless, but I'm subject to this." Feng Ye choked up, "I don't want to embarrass you, I promise you, the sky is high and the clouds are wide, I let you go, just, I just want to keep you for one more day, one more day The day is also good... "
Yan Sikong's mind was in turmoil. He didn't even know which one was more angry or sad at this moment. He pointed at Feng Ye tremblingly, and he couldn't choose what to say: "What I want is to be able to rule the northern border, The King of Zhenbei for the people of Fuze is not a wimp who puts his own safety at risk for the love of his children!"
Feng Ye stared blankly at Yan Sikong, as if his soul had been pulled out of his body, and the last gleam of light in his eyes disappeared. He looked at Yan Sikong for a long time, then nodded, and said softly: "What you want, I Give it all, I will give you King Zhenbei."
Yan Sikong stared at Fengye stiffly. Obviously Fengye was standing in front of him like this, but he clearly felt that Fengye was dying - not King Zhenbei, but "Fengye".
Feng Ye lowered his head and exhausted all his strength before making a weak voice: "...you go, before I go back on my word."
He finally understood that no one in this world needs Fengye anymore, especially the person he needs the most, who needs him the least.
So "Feng Ye" should disappear.
Yan Sikong was filled with grief and anger, he had never been so out of control in his life, but at this moment, he just wanted to escape, he didn't dare to look into Feng Ye's eyes anymore, those dim pupils and Feng Ye's arrow fell in his arms back then. It was exactly the same—the eyes that were dying, but no longer calling for help.
So he clearly saw that the heart wall built high for himself was about to collapse, he was afraid, he ran away in a panic, he didn't even know what he was running away from, he just wanted to run away, he rushed out of the house, He ran to the stable, pulled out a horse, turned on his back, and ran out of the city without looking back.