Every morning, Ali would bring warm water to Yansi's empty room for him to wash.
Yan Sikong got up in the morning to practice martial arts, and he was usually already awake by this time, but when Ali opened the door and entered, there was a strong smell of alcohol in the room, accompanied by even snoring, which showed that the person who stepped in was sleeping soundly. How fragrant and heavy.
Ali tiptoed to the side of the bed, glanced at it, and almost smashed the washbasin in his hand to the ground.
But seeing Yan Sikong and Feng Ye embracing each other, sleeping in a mess all over the bed, their usual well-dressed and elegant appearance no longer exists, just like two drunks behind a dancing pavilion.
Ali put the washbasin on the stool, turned his head, and met Feng Ye's cold eyes staring at him. Ali was startled, and looked at Feng Ye at a loss. His eyes were as sharp as a wolf's, which made people feel ashamed. Chill from the inside out.
Feng Ye gave him a slight sideways glance, signaling him to go out.
Ali bowed and retreated.
Feng Ye's sleep is very light. He has been on the march and fought wars, and has maintained a high level of vigilance all year round. He was already awake when Ali pushed the door.
Yan Sikong's arm was pillowed all night, it was sore and numb, but he didn't move, just looked at Yan Sikong silently, that handsome and undefended sleeping face seemed to have a calmness that could freeze time.
Feng Ye was engrossed in watching it, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, he suddenly felt that his heart was in a mess, and he couldn't tell what was wrong. He couldn't help stretching out his hand, lifted a lock of Yan Sikong's hair, and held it tightly in his hand.
I don't know how long it has been like this before Yan Sikong's eyelids trembled slightly, showing signs of waking up.
Feng Ye quickly closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.
Yan Sikong opened his eyes, and first saw a pointed chin. He was startled for a moment, then got up abruptly, but saw Feng Ye sleeping on his bed with disheveled clothes.
Yan Sikong patted his face annoyedly, then pushed Feng Ye: "Your Highness, Your Highness?"
Feng Ye opened his eyes and looked at him bewilderedly.
"My son, wake up, we all drank too much."
Feng Ye lazily said: "Since I drank too much, why did I get up?" He loosened his painful and numb arm, as if he planned to continue to lie on it.
Yan Sikong didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you going to lie on the bed for a day?"
"Why not."
"It's inappropriate."
"What kind of thing is body?" Feng Ye yawned.
"Then son, rest well." Yan Sikong said and was about to get up.
But Feng Ye grabbed him and said domineeringly: "I'm sorry, and you are not allowed to get up."
Yan Sikong asked in surprise, "What's the point?"
"The principle of hospitality." Feng Ye curled his lips into a smile, "It was you who invited me first, so you must do your best as a landlord."
Yan Sikong was helpless: "How can I show my friendship as a landlord while lying on the bed?"
Feng Ye suddenly pulled him towards him, leaning into his ear and said, "You can sleep with me."
Yan Sikong pushed Fengye away: "Don't be kidding me, son, are you hungry? I'll ask Ali to get something to eat."
"Why are you not as interesting as when you were a child." Feng Ye curled his lips, "Back then you taught me to play this and that, and it was not the same every day."
Yan Sikong thought to himself, those fun things were taught by Yuan Nan Yu, and he could only read when he was young.
Feng Ye sat up: "Don't live in this shabby house, go live with me, and take your servant with you."
"Thank you for your kindness, son, this is very inappropriate."
"What's wrong, the Fengfu is very big, there is no shortage of a room for you."
Yan Sikong said indifferently: "I live comfortably here, thank you for your kindness." As a courtier, no matter how poor he is, he can't live with others. Besides, he has many secrets, and it will be inconvenient for him to get too close to others.
"Are you afraid of sealing your soul?" Feng Ye joked.
Yan Sikong said honestly: "I'm afraid."
"I'll keep it away from you."
Yan Sikong smiled but said nothing.
Feng Ye suddenly felt a trace of anger: "Why do you always refuse my kindness? I asked you to go to Datong with me back then. If you agreed, why would you be displaced?"
Yan Sikong said slowly: "Things in this world can never be fulfilled as people wish. The son of the world is blessed by nature, so I'm afraid he won't understand."
"You..." Feng Ye pushed him away, rolled over and got off the bed.
Yan Sikong also stood up: "Is the prince angry?"
"Yes." Feng Ye threw down a hard word and walked towards the door.
Yan Sikong chased after him, stood in front of Feng Ye, and said with a smile: "Why are you still the same as when you were a child, getting angry every now and then."
"Why am I the same as when I was a child." Feng Ye looked down at him condescendingly, "You are just the same as when I was a child, always making me angry."
Yan Sikong chuckled.
Feng Ye snorted: "When you were young, you had the ability to annoy me. You hit me as soon as we met. The horse manure in my hair took a whole day to wash off."
Yan Sikong suppressed a smile: "You still bear grudges, Your Highness."
Feng Ye's eyes flashed, he suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's arm, and twisted his body backwards with a grabbing hand.
Yan Sikong shouted: "Your Highness..."
Feng Ye joked: "Speaking of this, I just remembered that you beat me up at that time, my father told me to practice martial arts harder, and I will definitely get it back in the future."
Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "Where am I now His Highness's opponent, hiss..."
Feng Ye hurriedly let go of his hand and helped him up: "Does it hurt?"
Yan Sikong smiled wryly, "I'm a scholar, Your Highness just don't remember the faults of villains, let me let you go."
"Scholar?" Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, "Xue Bo tried your skills, why are you pretending to be with me?"
"It's just for self-defense. If you encounter a master, self-defense is not enough."
Feng Ye pretended not to hear the sarcasm in the words, and changed the topic: "On the first day of next month, I will hold a banquet in the mansion to entertain the officials and gentry of the capital, and you will come too."
"yes."
"Also, come to my house in the future, and come in a fair manner." Feng Ye grinned, "You don't need to beat around the bush if you want to see me."
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "Okay."
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After that day, Feng Ye really sent out many banquets, saying that he would apologize to those famous people from all walks of life who were rejected due to his poor health. The mansion dinner suddenly became the hottest topic in the capital recently.
Yan Sikong didn't mention that he had already been invited, because he was afraid that Liang Sui and others would ask questions, not to mention that he had more important things to prepare, which was to give lectures to the crown prince.
The first time he attended class, he got up before dawn, and when he was waiting in the East Palace, it was just dawn.
Prince Fu didn't keep him waiting too long, and even invited him to have breakfast together.
Yan Sikong declined and said: "I dare not presume, please eat first, Your Highness."
"Sir, why be polite." Chen Kui patted the stool beside him, "Sit down."
Yan Sikong sat down after two or three refusals.
"Have you had breakfast, sir?"
"Not yet."
"Thanks for your hard work, sir." Chen Kui took the initiative to grab a piece of meat for Yan Sikong and put it in his bowl, "Mr. is full to give me lectures."
"Thank you, Your Highness." Yan Sikong had some appreciation for the little prince in his heart. It should be that he has seen all the warmth and coldness of people in this harem for many years, which made him very sensible. If he can sit firmly on the throne, maybe he will be A Mingjun.
"Mr. Shen taught me the class yesterday. He spoke very well, but he was a bit serious." Chen Kui said.
"Master Shen is a man of great learning and talent, and His Highness is also extremely intelligent. As long as you devote yourself to practicing, your knowledge will improve by leaps and bounds."
Chen Kui nodded, and looked at Yan Sikong with a faint smile: "I heard that above the Jingyan, Mr. Shen is as talented as Mr. Shen, and Father likes you even more."
Yan Sikong cupped his hands and said: "I am ashamed, Your Majesty may be a bit bored with all kinds of affairs, I said some funny words and won the dragon's face, that's all."
A hint of sarcasm flashed across Chen Kui's face, Yan Sikong wasn't sure if he had read it wrong, but Chen Kui didn't say anything else.
During the lecture, Yan Sikong used his usual style to make the little prince laugh from time to time, and he was very focused. He listened to his biological father teaching in a private school since he was a child. His father is a humorous person, and the private school he runs is famous all over the world. Every time he gives a lecture, whether it is to the emperor or the prince, or to teach children to make a living, he always pays attention. It seems to be continuing his father's talent and learning.
After finishing the morning class, Chen Kui couldn't help but praise: "Sir, the lecture is really good. It's more interesting than anyone else's lecture, but the knowledge is only a lot more."
Yan Sikong said with a smile: "It's my honor to be able to make the crown prince gain something."
"With Mr.'s talent, how could he not be in the top three?"
"Those who rank first in the same period as Weichen are full of knowledge, and Weichen is nothing."
"I don't think that if you study the boring stereotypes, you will be in the top three, but in that way, you won't have such rich thoughts, and your lectures won't be so witty. You are really a genius."
Yan Sikong said humbly: "Your Highness has praised you absurdly, and my humble minister is terrified."
Mentioning this, Yan Sikong not only sighed in his heart.
Since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty abolished a hundred schools of thought and respected Confucianism alone, the glorious era of the Spring and Autumn and Warring States period, when a hundred schools of thought contended, is gone forever. Fame has become the only way out for scholars. To achieve fame, you can only read the Four Books and Five Classics. So down from generation to generation, the various academic thoughts, each with its own merits, have gradually withered and been swept into a corner that cannot be regarded as elegant.
When he was young, he devoted himself to escaping into the way of Confucius and Mencius. When he grew up, he had time to read some "miscellaneous books and evil books" because of his talent and knowledge. However, the great changes in his youth destroyed everything he believed in in the past. Having truly seen the world, if the only benefit brought to him by those nightmarish experiences is to jump out of the limitations of his previous thinking, how "rebellious" his thinking is, he will use actions to let this decadent dynasty see one by one .