Early summer is the rainy season, but the rain is always thin and never heavy, but it makes the air thicker and more stuffy, which is really annoying.
Yan Sikong sat at the table, watching the twilight and misty rain outside the window, full of poetry, but there was no one to talk about.
Ali is the only servant in the house, and he has been by his side for four or five years. When the Yellow River was flooded and the people were in dire straits, he passed through a small county and rescued the mute who was about to starve to death but insisted on selling himself to bury his parents.
There was nothing special about Ali—at least he didn't see anything special at the time. He just saw that he was in the same condition as himself, and he couldn't speak or write, so he was safe with him, so he bought him on a whim.
When he met Yuanmao back then, wasn't it also because of Yuanmao's one-thought difference that he had all kinds of things in the future
It's all fate.
It was later discovered that Ali was called Ali because of his great strength. Although he looked ugly, he was honest and obedient, and he never made his own claims. He was a trustworthy and loyal servant.
He took Ali with him to join the rebel army, and later found that they were just a bunch of mobs who could only burn, kill and loot, and it was difficult to become a big weapon, so he took Ali and fled together.
He went all the way south from Liaodong, and walked across half of the Dacheng River and Mountain. He knew that this dynasty was dying, and there would be no peace anywhere, but being in the center of this storm was the only thing that could give him comfort, because he knew that every day he would They are one step closer to liberation—whether he dies or I die.
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In the middle of the night, the dishes were already cold, Yan Sikong called Ali and asked him to reheat the dishes.
Ali didn't say anything, turned around and went to heat up the dishes, even though this was the second time tonight.
Yan Sikong sat calmly at the table and waited.
Before the food was brought back, there was only a creaking sound from the window, followed by a gust of wet and sticky wind entering the room, Yan Sikong put down the book in his hand and turned his head: "Why don't you go through the door, Your Highness. "
"Just give me two empty jugs, you don't deserve my visit." Feng Ye threw the two jugs on the ground, and the wooden jugs collided with each other, making a muffled sound, but there was no sound of liquid shaking in them.
Yan Sikong smiled slightly, got up, and saluted: "I have seen His Royal Highness."
Feng Ye pouted, and ordered: "Don't wipe it for me yet."
Yan Sikong took the cloth towel, and handed it to Feng Ye respectfully with both hands. Feng Ye looked at him haughtily, and slowly spread his hands.
Yan Sikong smiled helplessly, and carefully wiped the thin rain on Feng Ye's face and clothes with a cloth towel. Maybe it's because Feng Ye is too tall, standing beside him, there is always an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong: "What do you mean?"
"What does His Highness mean?"
"Don't be confused."
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "I think His Highness doesn't like to make friends with people, and naturally he doesn't want people to know that we have met before, so I use an empty pot as an invitation. It’s not too embarrassing for the officer, right.”
Feng Ye looked at the bowls, chopsticks and wine utensils on the table, narrowed his eyes slightly: "I think you are sure I will come."
"Don't dare."
"Did you date someone else?"
"This spring and summer rainy night, if His Highness doesn't come, it's also a pleasure for me to have a drink with the sages and gods."
While wiping, the door was pushed open, Feng Ye turned his head, and saw an ugly and extremely burly man, holding some wine and vegetables, staring at them blankly.
Yan Sikong said: "Ali, you can go to rest after you finish your work."
Ali nodded, arranged the food and drink in his hands one by one, backed out, and secretly glanced at Feng Ye.
After Ali closed the door, Feng Ye frowned and said, "Why did you find such a servant?"
"What's wrong?" Yan Sikong took a step back and made a "please" gesture, "Your Highness, please take a seat."
"If he has evil intentions and is greedy for your money, can you beat him?"
Yan Sikong laughed and said, "I am a small seventh-rank editor, where do I get the money from?"
Feng Ye thought about it, and it made sense: "You live in this crappy house, and thieves will take a detour if they see you."
"That's how it's pure." Yan Sikong poured wine for Feng Ye, "I'll offer you a cup first."
Feng Ye watched Yan Sikong drink a glass alone, becoming more and more unpredictable about this person, his eyes were naturally full of inquiry: "You asked me to come, why?"
"I..." Yan Sikong's expression turned a bit lonely, "A few days ago, Master Yan proposed me to be the prince's attendant."
Feng Ye said calmly, "It's a good thing."
"Yeah, no, there are a lot of invitations to banquets, and they all say they want to celebrate me. If they are not busy writing history recently, none of them can escape."
"In that case..."
"But I don't have anyone I really want to celebrate with." Yan Sikong smiled lightly, his eyes flickering, "After thinking about it, I only think of the prince."
Feng Ye was stunned, and the guard in his heart was immediately relieved, but seeing Yan Sikong's trembling eyelashes and sad eyes, there was an indescribable loneliness, and that appearance poked him like a small thorn.
Feng Ye heaved a sigh of relief, finally with a smile on his face, he took the initiative to pour the wine: "Okay, I will congratulate you today." He raised his glass and said, "Congratulations to Lord Yan for his promotion."
Yan Sikong also raised his glass: "Thank you, Your Highness."
Feng Ye recalled the last time he had a drink, and he was quite dissatisfied: "Last time at my house, you ran away first. Today you have nowhere to run, and I will definitely see you get drunk."
Yansi Air Conditioning said: "I'm afraid I'm not drunk yet, Your Highness will be drunk first."
Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "Today, let's find out who can drink better."
"I will accompany you to the end."
The two of them exchanged cups of wine, and soon became interested, but Yan Sikong kept awake, deliberately pretending to be a little drunk, and chatted with Feng Ye: "That day I went with the teacher to the East Palace to meet the prince. Although he is young, But his bearing is uncommon, it seems that many years of indifference have not wiped out his dragon spirit."
"If it's a real dragon, then the auspicious energy will not be extinguished after thousands of tempers." Feng Ye took a sip, "It's just that he is so young, and the Holy One is in his prime, so it's hard to say what will happen in the future."
"The situation in this world is changing, and it is hard to say what will happen tomorrow." Yan Sikong said, "The current situation is so unpredictable that no one can be alone. Is the son still planning to stay at home and leave the door?"
"I'm planning to ask His Majesty for an errand." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong, "Tell me, what should I do?"
Yan Sikong thought for a while: "Your Majesty won't give you an important job. If you take an idle job, you might be wronged again, so I don't know."
Feng Ye took a sip of wine sullenly: "That's right. Zhao Fuyi, the deputy general of Shuntian Mansion, is my father's old department. I decided to go to his place first."
Yan Sikong had already guessed in his heart, but he still pretended to be aware of it. The name Zhao Fuyi is no stranger to him, it was this person who led 20,000 soldiers from Shuntian Prefecture to aid Guangning, he said: "How many defenders are there inside and outside the capital?"
"It's only thirty or forty thousand."
"In this way, Your Highness will not worry about having nothing to do." Yan Sikong thought to himself, if there were only 30,000 to 40,000 soldiers and horses, if King Jingyuan didn't guard Datong and Oala sent his troops down, Dasheng would be over.
Of course, Yan Sikong didn't dare to say this, but Feng Ye dared to say it, Feng Ye snorted heavily, and said something that everyone knew: "If my father wasn't there, the Dasheng country would have been lost, and your majesty would not stop If the government sends those civil servants to take care of this and that, my father wants to rebel, so why wait until now?"
Yan Sikong patted Feng Ye's knee: "You and I are talking between wine, let's stop here."
Feng Ye didn't take it seriously, and a ruthlessness flashed in his eyes: "Now my father has finally controlled the military and political power in Datong, but he wants me to guard the capital."
"If this is not the case, how can His Majesty feel at ease." Yan Sikong looked deeply at Feng Ye, "My lord, this is not a bad thing. King Jingyuan has you in Beijing to help him, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings added."
Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, and seemed to be a little sober from the wine: "What do you mean?"
Yan Sikong smiled slightly, his eyes were slightly bewitching: "When you and I met for the first time, I have already said that King Jingyuan is not in court, if someone is against him, it is hard to argue, the son should stand on his own feet and help Jingyuan Yuan Wang sits firmly in Datong and protects the Central Plains."
Feng Ye snorted softly and said, "Of course, I joined the army at the age of eleven. Whether it's an open sword or a hidden arrow, I have never been afraid. Whoever dares to plot against my father will definitely make him go around."
Yan Sikong sighed inwardly, Feng Ye was still too young, with an arrogant temper, it looked like he had never suffered any setbacks, and he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune.
The two drank more and more, the room was full of alcohol, and Xun also made people drunk.
Feng Ye was so drunk that he couldn't sit on the stool, seeing his body slipping, Yan Sikong stepped forward to support him: "Your Highness, let me help you to rest." He was also so drunk that he barely supported Feng Ye's body , but it is shaky.
"I want... to drink..." Feng Ye reached out to reach for the flagon.
Yan Sikong only felt that Feng Ye was worth a lot of money, his legs were shaking, and he wanted to call Ali to help, but he remembered that he told Ali to go to rest, he really didn't have the strength to help Feng Ye to the guest room, so he had to stagger Throwing the person on his own bed.
Just as he got up to leave, Feng Ye grabbed his wrist with such strength that he really didn't look like a drunk person.
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with a pair of misty eyes: "Where are you going?"
"Your Highness, it's time to rest."
"No... after drinking, you dare to run away." Feng Ye blinked, "My name is... my brother, I will bite you."
Yan Sikong wanted to laugh a little, but he was too sleepy to laugh: "You still say it's spiritual, isn't it still a...uh, beast."
"It's naturally spiritual. I tell it to bite whoever it bites, and it only... bites whoever it is."
Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hand and wanted to break his fingers, but Feng Ye was like a child competing for strength, but he held it tighter: "You are not allowed to go."
Yan Sikong had no choice but to stand up staggeringly, trying to pull out his hand, Feng Ye suddenly pulled Yan Sikong onto the bed, and fell heavily onto himself.
Yan Sikong bumped his head against the bedpost, cursed a few words, Feng Ye laughed loudly: "How dare you run, how dare you run?"
Yan Sikong struggled a few times, becoming more and more weak.
"Don't run." Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong, buried his face in his chest, and murmured sullenly: "Sikong..."
Yan Sikong's body stiffened, as if he recalled the hug when the two said goodbye ten years ago, but at that time he was still a thin and soft child in his arms, now this person is as hard as iron, he is already A general who was born and died on the battlefield, a real man.
Yan Sikong sighed softly, pondering over and over the "Sikong" that Feng Ye called, as if he was not calling him, but piercing through time through his body, calling the little boy from ten years ago.
"...Feng Ye." Yan Sikong's body slowly relaxed. Although the posture of the two of them was extremely awkward, his dizzy brain made him forget the etiquette. He only felt the warmth that he hadn't felt for a long time.
"...You died, I was sad for a long time..." Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong more and more tightly, "It's been a long time..."
Yan Sikong's nasal cavity was sour, and he didn't speak for a long time.
There was a uniform snoring sound in his ear, he closed his eyes, at that moment, he suddenly forgot everything, he just wanted to sleep soundly in this warmth.