In the waning spring season, the weather in Datong Mansion is very comfortable and pleasant. During the day, the doors and windows are opened to allow the spring breeze to flow in the house, which can clean up all the dull atmosphere in one fell swoop. It is just the bitter medicine that has been soaked for a long time, but it cannot be easily dissipated. .
Feng Ye frowned and drank a large bowl of medicine, his tongue was so bitter. Just as he was about to open his mouth to complain, Yan Sikong quickly stuffed a piece of crispy candy into his mouth.
Feng Ye curled his lips with a crispy candy in his mouth and said, "My wounds have healed, why do I have to drink so much medicine every day?"
"You have damaged your blood and your roots. How can you make up for it in a short time?" Yan Sikong said, "You can take this decoction as Nan Yu tells you to take it."
"I think he did it on purpose." Feng Ye snorted, "What about others?"
"Busy." Yan Sikong got up and said, "I'll go..."
"Don't go." Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's hand, looked at him eagerly, "Stay with me."
"I'm just going to get some things. I have read all the routine documents submitted by the various governments the day before yesterday, and I still need to discuss with you."
"No rush, we'll talk about it later." Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's wrist and said softly, "You stay with me for a while."
Yan Sikong had no choice but to sit down. From that day on, Feng Ye was even more clinging to him than before, even if he didn't see him for a while, he would send someone to look for him, as if he was afraid that he would go back on his word.
Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong into his arms, and said in a low voice: "Kong'er, are you really here?"
"I'm here." There was a gentle smile on the corner of Yan Sikong's lips, "You, how many times do you want to ask?"
"I don't know..." Feng Ye said sadly, "I always feel like I'm dreaming, and I'm afraid someone will wake me up."
"Actually, I often feel like I'm dreaming." Yan Sikong said with a light smile, "But now that I'm with you, I'm extremely sober, because most of the dreams I have are nightmares, and I've never had such a good dream."
Feng Ye tightened his arms: "From now on, I want you to be so well and happy whether you are awake or dreaming..." He paused, then asked cautiously, "Kong'er, are you happy?" Are you happy now?"
Yan Sikong raised his head and looked into Feng Ye's eyes: "I tried to restrain myself again and again, afraid of repeating the same mistakes, afraid of being burdened by love, but no matter how I struggle, I still... can't let you go." He stroked Feng Ye "I don't want to deceive myself anymore, I am like you, there is not a day that does not miss the time when we were happy together."
Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong on the forehead: "Even if we can't go back to the past, we can join hands in the future, we will have new memories, whatever you want, I will do my best to give you, I will definitely let you Happier than ever."
Looking at Feng Ye's determined and affectionate gaze, Yan Sikong couldn't hide his throbbing heart, and kissed him gently on the lips: "It's a deal."
Feng Ye deepened the kiss, the kiss was serious and pious, he savored every trace of Yan Sikong's breath carefully, only to feel that everything about the person in his arms made his heart flutter - just like when they met for the first time.
After the kiss, Yan Sikong said with a smile: "Your taste is both bitter and sweet."
"A bowl of decoction, a piece of crisp candy, you let me eat these." Feng Ye sipped lightly on those lips, and then sipped again, as if no amount of kissing was enough.
Yan Sikong nodded: "Life is both bitter and sweet."
"You are right." Feng Ye said softly, "I listen to you in everything."
The two cuddled each other, listened to each other's heartbeat, felt each other's body temperature, and felt that the most secure place in the world was right now.
Thousands of sails have passed, vicissitudes have been read, they have lost themselves in the stumbling, the innocence and ignorance when they were young, the lofty ambitions, and the vows of eternal love, have long been lost in the years of time and the torment of fate. According to Ban Jing, it is a human instinct to search for the past, but no matter how exhausted your efforts, it is not easy for anyone to return to the youthful youth, to find the lucky light, and to glimpse the original belief and love.
There is no end in the world, and there is no perfect person. It may be even more commendable to go hand in hand and forge ahead with scars all over.
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Thanks to Yuan Nanyu's excellent medical skills and Feng Ye's true cooperation, the arrow wound healed very quickly, Feng Ye was already able to take care of himself in his daily life, and his body could move freely. After such a toss, the body of ordinary people should have collapsed long ago, but He is getting stronger day by day.
With the assistance of Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu, Feng Ye finally completed the promotion, appointment and dismissal of the four mansions. He replaced all the important officials with his confidant capable ministers and generals, and will personally inspect the four mansions.
Yuan Nanyu was promoted to be the right governor of the governor's office of the five armies, the general of hussars, the purple seal and gold ribbon, the commander-in-chief of Datong and Xuanhua soldiers and horses, and the rank of generals was slightly inferior to Wang Shen. Wang Shen was the left governor, but he only commanded Guizhou. State capital.
Yan Sikong was entrusted with the post of envoy, who could intervene in all affairs of the Four Governments, and even act on behalf of Fengye's administrative orders.
Although there are only four prefectures in the northern border, the official system is almost exactly the same as that of the imperial court, just like a country within a country. This move will definitely cause dissatisfaction with Chen Kui, but it will help them attract talents, and it will always deter the imperial court. It is strong and prosperous, Chen Yu dare not act rashly.
At the same time, the relationship between Datong and Chahar has returned to stability under their several times of mediation. Fengze, who was given to Nadahan as a proton by Princess Zhenbei, will surely become a bridge between Datong and Mongolian tribes in the future. An important person in the world, although Feng Ye is reluctant, it is irretrievable.
King Zhenbei will eventually replace the emperor of the capital and become the "emperor" of the people in the north.
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Yan Sikong made a route for Fengye to inspect the four prefectures. This will be Fengye's first inspection tour of his "territory". He wants to check the local officials and understand the customs and people's livelihood. This journey will take about a year.
When Yan Sikong came to Feng Ye's house, he found that he was boxing in the courtyard. A set of Shaolin Seven Star Boxing was beaten by him so powerfully that it was as sharp as a blade.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Ye retreated. He took the cloth towel handed over by the maid, wiped his sweat, and looked at Yan Sikong with a smile.
"Have you punched, Nan Yuzhun?" Yan Sikong frowned, "Although your injury has healed, your body still needs to be recuperated."
"I'm just recuperating." Feng Ye said, "This set of punches can strengthen the body. If I don't move any more, I'll be suffocated to death."
Yan Sikong scolded: "Your moves are so vicious, why do you want to strengthen your body?"
Feng Ye smiled and said, "I'm very strong now, which means this punch is effective."
"What works is the bitter medicine." Yan Sikong shook the scroll in his hand, "This is the route to visit the four prefectures, let's discuss it."
Feng Ye let Yan Sikong into the house, and waved away all the servants.
Yan Sikong spread the scrolls on the case, and carefully gestured: "Look, Datong is right in the middle, I think, take advantage of the warm weather, go north to inspect Xuanhua and Liaodong, come back in winter, and wait for spring next year. How about going to Qianzhou again?"
Feng Ye stood aside and nodded: "Yes."
"The prefectures and counties I selected all have their own special features." Yan Sikong pointed at the map, "For example, this Qianghua County is rich in cotton and has a single tax, and this Mairong County has many mountains, forests, and bandits. The people suffered from it, and this…”
"You make up your mind." Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with a smile, "You are now my chief minister in the north, and I will go wherever you tell me to go."
Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "If I tell you to follow me to Liaodong right now, how about recovering the seven prefectures in Northern Liao?"
"Obey." Feng Ye said without hesitation.
Yan Sikong smiled, then sighed softly: "Unfortunately, the time has not yet come."
"I know." Feng Ye stretched out his hand, stroking Yan Sikong's cheek, "I have not gained a firm foothold, and I have been fighting for years before, and the army and people are exhausted. You are thinking about the seven states in northern Liaoning, why not me."
Yan Sikong said dejectedly: "The seven prefectures in northern Liaoning are the knots in my heart all my life."
The tragedies of his life all began when Han Zhaoxing lost Qingzhou and Emperor Zhaowu gave up the seven states in northern Liaoning. Since then, there has been no natural danger in Liaodong. , blocked Zhuo Letai's soldiers and horses twice, today's Central Plains may already be dominated by barbarians.
He spent his whole life trying to take back the seven prefectures of northern Liaoning from the Jin people for the sake of the country and the people. Zhuo Letai's big defeat just gave them hope of victory.
"It's also the pain in the heart of every Dasheng man." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with firm eyes, "Konger, I can take back Hetao, and I can also take back the seven states in northern Liaoning. Three years, we will spend three years, Hugh Soldiers support the people, and on the day when there is enough food and supplies, we will lead the Feng family army across the Huangshui, completely annihilate the Jin soldiers, and drive them out of my Dasheng territory forever."
Yan Sikong nodded vigorously, and he stroked Liaobei on the map with his hands a little excitedly. Although he is no longer young, his ambition is not old, and he can shine brightly at any time.
Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong from behind, put his big hand on Yan Sikong's hand, slowly inserted his slender fingers into his fingers, and then held it tightly: "You and I made a promise in our childhood. Great ambition, I will always engrave it in my heart.”
"I know, and I never dare to forget." Yan Sikong said sadly, "At that time, I always thought that when I grew up, I would be able to raise my ambitions. When I look back today, I realize that life is involuntary. , and it may not be possible to achieve it in case.”
Feng Ye lowered his head and lightly kissed Yan Sikong's snow-white neck: "As long as we have a breath, we won't be defeated."
Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "Yes, it's not time to say goodbye."
Feng Ye tightened his hand around Yan Sikong's waist, and moved his other hand around his chest. His soft lips also moved up from his neck, kissed his cheek, his earlobe, and then reached his lips. .
When Yan Sikong felt a strange reaction from the part of Feng Ye that was close to him, he immediately straightened his body.
After Fengye's injury healed, he felt a little ready to move.
The two hadn't been intimate for a long time, Feng Ye's desire was never concealed, and Yan Sikong didn't reject him, he was just worried about Feng Ye's injury and didn't allow him to do anything.
But as Feng Ye's body recovered, he became more bold and urgent.
Yan Sikong woke up like a dream, grabbed Feng Ye's hand that was about to stick into his lapel, and said in embarrassment: "You don't even know what time it is."
"The spring is just in time." Feng Ye's breathing was a little short.
"It's broad daylight!" Yan Sikong struggled, but couldn't get away, "Fengye, your..."
"My injury has healed a long time ago." Feng Ye lightly bit Yan Sikong's neck, "How long do you want me to endure it?"
"I... came to discuss matters with you." Yan Sikong recalled the past affairs, Feng Ye's unrestrained and unruly behavior was still vivid in his memory, and he was really at a loss for a while.
"The discussion is over, I'm up to you." Feng Ye held Yan Sikong firmly in his arms, allowing him to feel his vigorous desire through the material of the clothes, and pressed his wet lips against his ear , whispered, "Konger, I want you."