The handyman moved the chair in, Zhou Mixing got up and gave up his seat, and respectfully said: "Your Majesty, please take your seat."
Feng Ye waved his hand: "Hey, no need, Mr. Zhou just sit down, let's put the chair here." Feng Ye casually pointed to Yan Sikong's side.
Yan Sikong gently pushed away the woman who was tired in his arms, and sat up straight.
Zhou Mixing exchanged some polite words with Feng Ye before returning to his seat.
After Feng Ye was seated, the atmosphere was not right, and everyone became more reserved.
Zhou Mixing couldn't figure out what Feng Ye was thinking, so he had to take the lead in raising a glass to toast: "I'm so lucky to be able to have a drink with the prince, this glass of wine, I'll toast... Jing Shizi went to the wrong door but found the right seat, how is it?" .”
"Okay, I'll wait for Qi Jingshi."
Everyone raised their glasses and respected Feng Ye, Feng Ye raised the wine with a smile, drank it down, put down the glass, and said: "Actually, I just listen to the beautiful music of the piano inside the house, which is clear and pleasant to my ears, but I can't clap my hands outside the door. , I just wanted to come in and see who played it." Feng Ye's eyes drifted to Yeli.
Yeli hurriedly stood up and bowed slightly.
Zhou Mixing's expression was a little awkward, and everyone didn't know how to answer.
Feng Ye smiled and said: "I grew up in a military camp, and I have not been influenced by etiquette and music, so I can't help being rude. I hope you don't take offense."
"The prince smiled, the prince is bold and unrestrained, he is a real man."
Yan Sikong didn't say a word at the side, thinking in his heart what was going on with Feng Ye.
"Come on, drink." Feng Ye raised his glass, "I offer a toast to all of you, and I hope you will take care of me in the future in this capital."
"Your Majesty, you are welcome."
Feng Ye suddenly turned to Yan Sikong, and said with a smirk: "Master Yan is a very good drinker, so I should finish this drink."
Yan Sikong said calmly: "Your Majesty is right." After speaking, he raised his wine glass. Just when his lips were about to touch the rim of the glass, he suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his ribs. He let out a low cry, shook violently, and spilled half of the glass of wine on his body.
Today he was dressed in white, the front was soaked in the liquid of yellow wine, it was not elegant at all.
"Brother Yan, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Sikong only felt a dull pain in his ribs, Feng Ye must have messed it up, he gritted his teeth and said, "Maybe it's... something wrong."
"What are you still doing in a daze." Zhou Mixing pointed to the little servant who was dressed beside him, "Go and buy some clothes for Lord Yan."
"No need." Yan Sikong smiled wryly, "Actually, I was a little unwell today, and now it seems... It seems to be more out of line. I want to say goodbye first, and I am ashamed to spoil everyone's interest."
"Oh, my dear brother, go back to rest earlier, I'll order the coachman to take you off."
"I'll send him off." After Feng Ye finished speaking, he helped Yan Sikong up from his seat without waiting for everyone's reaction, "Have fun, everyone."
"this… "
Everyone Zhang Er King Kong couldn't figure it out, this little son came here in a hurry, and left inexplicably, what is he here for
Yan Sikong was half dragged out of Tinglan Pavilion by Feng Ye.
It wasn't until getting into the carriage that Yan Sikong pushed Feng Ye's hand away, and said in a deep voice, "How can the son sing today?"
Feng Ye's voice was cold: "You didn't open this kiln, did you?"
In other words, he came whenever he wanted.
Yan Sikong took a deep breath, he heard that Feng Ye was looking for trouble, so he naturally wouldn't fall for it, and calmly replied with a nonsense: "No."
There was an awkward silence in the car.
The two of them seemed to be competing with each other, and neither of them talked to the other.
The carriage quickly passed a street, Yan Sikong suddenly shouted: "I went wrong, I should go east."
The coachman turned a deaf ear.
Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye: "Your Majesty?"
Feng Ye squinted at Yan Sikong: "How about I take you to ride a horse?"
"In the middle of the night, what kind of horse are you riding?"
"It's the middle of the night, so you're in the mood to visit brothels."
Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing: "Then what does it have to do with the son?"
Feng Ye was so blocked that he could not speak, and anger flashed across his face.
"Since it is inconvenient for the son to send the next official home, let's stop here."
Feng Ye looked out of the car gloomyly, but didn't speak.
Suspicions abounded in Yan Sikong's heart, but he didn't dare to make any guesses. He said patiently, "Why did your son do this?"
Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "We used to ride horses together when we were young, I thought you still liked riding horses."
"Whether I like riding a horse or not has nothing to do with what the prince does today."
"Ten years have passed, and I can hardly find Yuan Sikong in you."
Yan Sikong has always been in control of his emotions, but when he heard this sentence, he felt as if he had been stabbed by someone, sad and angry, he said softly: "The son of the dragon, the blood of the phoenix, the wind and the water, ten or twenty years You can also maintain your true temperament, and I won’t be envious of you.”
"You don't fucking mock me." Feng Ye sternly said, "I know you have had a hard time in the past ten years, I can treat you well now, protect your prosperity and wealth, no one can hurt you, as long as you..."
"What do you want me for?" Yan Sikong raised his voice, "What exactly does your son want?"
"I want you!" Feng Ye glared at Yan Sikong viciously, his eyes seemed to be glowing green.
Yan Sikong was stunned.
Speaking such arrogant and frightening words, Feng Ye did not show any timidity on his face, but instead had the contentment and ease of being relieved of the burden.
Yan Sikong felt his mind go blank, he hadn't been so shocked for a long time.
Feng Ye sneered and raised his chin: "Yes, I want you."
"Your Majesty... But I'm confused..."
"You see me as drunk?"
Yan Sikong was a little distracted for a moment, he shouted: "Stop, stop!"
"You order my coachman? Does he listen to you?" Feng Ye mocked.
Yan Sikong forced himself to be calm, but he couldn't look directly into Feng Ye's eyes: "Your Excellency, stop joking."
"You're a smart man, am I joking, you can tell." Feng Ye grabbed his narrow jaw, forced him to turn his face around, and looked at him with eyes like looking at prey in a cage , "Yan Sikong, be my man, I will treat you well."
Yan Sikong patted Kai Fengye's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Your Majesty is really confused, I'm a man!"
"So what?" Feng Ye curled his lips into a chuckle, "I want you."
Yan Sikong couldn't help but moved back, wanting to get away from Fengye, he felt like he was in the same room as a beast, but the carriage was narrow, so where could he hide, he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, really Ren Da is free, but unfortunately I don't have this habit, I'm afraid I can't force this kind of thing."
Feng Ye slowly leaned over, stared into Yan Sikong's eyes, and said word by word: "I, Feng Ye, will take whatever I want, and you are no exception."
Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Why is your son so absurd, you have made me feel ashamed."
Feng Ye grinned: "I just love to see you scholars who are full of benevolence, righteousness and ethics feel ashamed. It's very interesting." Under the moonlight, the skin of the person in front of him exudes a soft luster, and his eyes are full of sparkles, which is different from the past He was able to do a job with ease, but now his helplessness actually made him look a little pitiful, which made Feng Ye's heart tighten.
Yan Sikong admits that he has seen strong winds and waves, when he was smuggling salt along the coast, he was arrested by the government, and he was charged with decapitation, but he was able to get away with it skillfully without changing his face, but now he was panicked by a half-grown man god.
He underestimated Feng Ye, and Feng Ye didn't hide his youthful nature in front of him, so he really looked at Feng Ye as immature, such a wolfish and aggressive side, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
Feng Ye moved a little closer, his straight nose almost bumped into Yan Sikong's face, he said softly: "Don't go to the brothel again, otherwise, what you did to those women, I will do it to you twice."
Yan Sikong had nowhere to retreat, he could only use his hands to hold Feng Ye's chest, that hard muscle was like a natural armor, containing bursting strength.
Before he could figure out how to respond, Feng Ye suddenly hugged him into his arms, and he was shocked and angry: "My lord!"
Those arms are as hard as iron tongs!
"You hugged her today, did you kiss her?"
"..."
"Say it." Feng Ye's voice was threatening.
"… No."
"En." Feng Ye let go of Yan Sikong with satisfaction, and said loudly, "Xiao Liu, send Lord Yan back home."
The coachman replied, "Yes."
Yan Sikong huddled in a corner of the carriage, after a while, she calmed down: "My lord..."
"Call me by name." Feng Ye ordered.
"...Feng Ye." Yan Sikong closed his eyes, he omitted the unnecessary nonsense, and said straight to the point, "I don't like men."
"You'll like me." Feng Ye had a faint smile on his lips.
Yan Sikong was very disturbed, it was not that he had never been harassed by men, but anyone who dared to think about it to him would have been dealt with openly and secretly, but Feng Ye was someone he couldn't deal with.
He deliberately approached with the intention of borrowing strength from Feng Ye, but he didn't expect to cause such trouble for himself.
The carriage stopped quickly.
Yan Sikong lifted the curtain, seeing that he was home, he was about to get out of the car in a hurry.
Feng Ye said behind him: "Yan Sikong, you have to keep in mind what I said today."
Yan Sikong paused, but did not turn his head.
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong in the car, until he entered the door, a haughty smile appeared on his face.