Jingshan is not far from the imperial city, it can be reached in an hour by fast horse, but by slower carriage, it is almost noon when we arrive.
Yan Sikong got off the carriage and looked around: "Maybe you can see the Jingshan camp here?"
"You can see it when you go up the mountain." Feng Ye stretched his muscles and bones, "There is a pasture at the foot of the mountain where you can run horses, and Zui Hong is there. There is a summer resort on the mountain, and only the royal family is entertained. For these two days, it will be just you and me." , At this time, the melons and fruits are plump, and it will definitely be a feast for the taste."
Yan Sikong looked up, and he saw a section of eaves protruding from the covered grass and trees halfway up the mountain.
"Come on, they should have lunch ready."
Yan Sikong didn't move, hesitantly said: "Your Highness Sealing Soul, is he also in the manor?"
Feng Ye was stunned, then laughed loudly and said, "Are you so afraid of it?"
Yan Sikong thought that the giant wolf could swallow people alive, and he would not be afraid of anyone else. He coughed lightly: "Except for the people around you, it is not common to encounter wolves." It was still such a big wolf.
"Don't worry, I let it go to the back mountain, how can it stand being held in the mansion all day." Feng Ye put his arm around Yan Sikong's shoulder, "It's my younger brother, it won't bite you, don't be afraid, These two days will make you familiar with it."
"No need."
"Hahahaha—" Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong, "Let's go."
The two hiked up the mountain. The place where the manor is located is not very high, but Yan Sikong was still out of breath while climbing the stairs all the way, while Feng Ye was only sweating a little.
There were several servants and a person in charge standing at the gate of the manor, and they all bowed when they saw Feng Ye: "Welcome Your Royal Highness."
Yan Sikong looked up, and there was a red plaque hanging on the lintel, with four large gold characters written on it: Lingwu Villa.
The character is strong and powerful, with a deep backbone, which can be written by people with extraordinary spirit.
Yan Sikong said happily: "Is this Mr. Daogong's handwriting?"
The steward smiled and said: "Master Yan has good eyesight, that's right. Mr. Dao Gong was invited by the King of Chu to play here, and left behind the authentic four-character handwriting."
Mr. Na Daogong was a censor in the era of Shengningzong. He was very talented. Because of his outspoken temper, he was outspoken and admonishing. He was not liked by Shengningzong, so he was sent to Guizhou. In the same year, Sheng Ningzong lost the crucial Hetao area, and Dasheng Jiangshan began to decline since then, and Mr. Dao Gong's admonition was related to the Hetao area.
Now that Sri Lankan is dead, his integrity and talent have not been forgotten.
Yan Sikong sighed in his heart, Sheng Ningzong threw Hetao to Oala, Emperor Zhaowu abandoned Liaobei to Jin Kingdom, Dasheng is now suffering internally and externally, this father and son "indispensible".
Feng Ye said: "My father also mentioned this person to me, saying that he is a rare good official."
Yan Sikong sighed softly.
The steward led them in. The manor is built on the back of the mountain, with mountains and greenery, and there are beautiful vegetation and small bridges in the courtyard. Every pavilion is as exquisite as Guidianlan Palace, hidden in the middle of the mountain, like a fairyland.
A sumptuous food and drink has been prepared in the manor, and there are musicians playing graceful melody on the side.
"Eat more, when we're full, we can go for an outing, go horse racing, and go fishing." Feng Ye said, "I know you've been exhausted from compiling history these days, so take a good rest these two days."
Yan Sikong's heart felt warm. It's been a long time since anyone cared about him so much, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you."
"Yo, I finally laughed." Feng Ye teased, "It's no longer a look of fearing that I'll eat you."
Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Feng Ye, I was never afraid of you."
"Really?" Feng Ye suddenly bullied him, admiring his calm and beautiful eyebrows, smiled and said: "Yes, my people, you still need some courage."
Yan Sikong picked up a piece of young bamboo shoots and said, "Let's eat." If it was just teasing Fengye a few times from time to time, he could still handle it. He had the feeling that Feng Ye needed his company, but how he accompanied him didn't seem to be very important.
Just like the arrogant and domineering kid back then, he also longed for a playmate.
He hoped he was right.
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After dinner, Yan Sikong asked Feng Ye to take him to Jingshan Camp.
"Why do you want to see the camp?"
"As a courtier, what's wrong with taking a look at the camp of the garrison? I won't go in, just take a look on the mountain."
"I can't see it here. I want to go to the top of the mountain. How about I take you to the top tomorrow morning?"
"Also."
"Let's go horseback riding." Feng Ye said with a smile, "You want to ride Zuihong."
Yan Sikong said honestly: "I think so."
"Walk!"
When going down the mountain, Yan Sikong inquired about the situation of the Jingshan camp, Feng Ye seemed unwilling to say more, and instead asked him what birthday gift he had prepared for the emperor.
"It's just a clumsy act." Yan Sikong asked back, "What about you?"
"Xue Bo went to prepare, I'm too lazy to bother." Feng Ye curled his lips, "What's the point of mobilizing the army once a birthday is over? If the money spent on the birthday is to buy some armor for the soldiers and exchange a few grains, what's the point? That's right."
Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "That's right." Emperor Zhaowu was extravagant and was indulging in pleasure all day long. If it wasn't for the hard work of sober people to support him, the country would have changed hands long ago.
"You spent a lot of time compiling the history, right? This re-editing is to whitewash the Battle of Hetao and the Battle of Liaobei?"
Yan Sikong couldn't help sneering: "The new history has not been released to the public, you have already guessed it." Hetao and Liaobei are the most shameful achievements of these two generations of emperors. Emperor Zhaowu is in power, so naturally he can't bear the accusations of people all over the world. He and his father asked for a major revision of the history, but in fact it was tampering and changing it to save some face for the royal family.
It can be seen from this that although Emperor Zhaowu is fatuous, he still has a good face, so he decided that there is something to be done in the new history compilation. He will not let go of the possibility of cutting off a member of Xie Zhongren's party.
"Who would not guess." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in them, "If my father was born twenty years earlier, Hetao would never be lost."
Yan Sikong stared blankly into the distance, and said in a low voice, "That's right, but there is only one King Jingyuan in this world."
"When the new history comes out, I will definitely go to see how the Hetao and Liaobei battles have been repaired."
"Many people are waiting to read." Yan Sikong laughed, "If the book has flaws, it cannot be explained to the emperor, and if the book is perfect, it cannot be explained to future generations."
Feng Ye was silent for a while, and said, "It's not easy for you either."
Yan Sikong shook his head and chuckled.
The two of them were talking, and they had already reached the bottom of the mountain. There was indeed a meadow there, and there was a stable at the foot of the mountain, where the horses in Xiaoliu's carriage were also grazing.
Feng Ye ordered: "Go and get Zui Hong out."
Xiao Liu got the order, and after a while, he pulled out the domineering horse king from the stable.
Yan Sikong stepped forward, stroking the shiny fur with no secret love: "Even if it is in the pasture, don't feed it all green grass, at least half of it must be hay, otherwise it will be too easy to fatten, and it will not be lean meat."
Xiao Liu said: "Lord Yan, don't worry, my family's eldest son has transferred a horse breeder from the palace."
"Get on the horse, I'll take you for a run."
Yan Sikong's eyes lit up, he stepped on the horse, Feng Ye then rolled over, and wrapped his arms around Yan Sikong's waist smoothly.
Yan Sikong's body stiffened immediately.
Feng Ye, on the other hand, squeezed his waist tightly and pressed it against his chest, while smiling ambiguously in his ear: "Are you afraid now?"
Yan Sikong frowned and said, "Do you find this interesting?"
Feng Ye chuckled twice, and let go of his arms: "Forget it, if you didn't mess with me today, I won't mess with you either."
"When did I offend you?"
"You hugged a prostitute to drink flowers and wine, and asked when did you provoke me?" Feng Ye tugged on the rein, and Zui Hong started to run lightly, "I have a bad temper, but I'm afraid it's okay to scare you. You're angry."
Yan Sikong mocked: "Then I really have to thank His Royal Highness."
Suddenly, something soft and warm touched Yan Sikong's earlobe, followed by a small tingling pain.
"You..." Yan Sikong dodged sharply, almost falling off the horse.
Feng Ye hurriedly hugged his waist, licked his sharp white wolf teeth, and said with an evil smile: "Call me by name, if you call me wrong, I will punish you, I will do what I say."
Yansi's air was stuffy. Feng Ye was right. Power is a good thing. He didn't even dare to speak ill of Feng Ye. Looking at the world, few people would dare.
Feng Ye rested his chin on Yan Sikong's shoulder: "Do you remember that when you were young, you took me on horseback?"
Yan Sikong calmed down his emotions and nodded, "I remember." It would be great if time was frozen at that moment.
"I was not convinced at the time, and I wanted you to take me with you." Feng Ye smiled, "I just thought, one day I will take you with me like this." He suddenly squeezed the horse's belly forcefully, and said loudly: "Drive !"
Drunk Red flew all four hooves and started to run in big strides.
Yan Sikong's body fell back uncontrollably into Feng Ye's arms. The chest on the back is broad and firm, and even the temperature that radiates is full of vigor and vitality. Regardless of other things, this embrace really gives people a full sense of security. In his memory, there were only two people who gave him such a chest, one was Feng Ye, and the other was the pain of his life.
Zui Hong ran faster and faster, turning into a thunderbolt of fiery red lightning, flying over the shallow grass, galloping between heaven and earth.
Yan Sikong could only feel the wind whizzing past his ears, scratching his cheeks sorely, he had never ridden such a fast horse before, and the scenery on both sides kept being thrown behind him in the wind, his eyes were almost Unable to concentrate on seeing things, this is still carrying two people, if there is only one person on the body, how fast can drunk red be? !
Feng Ye laughed loudly: "How is it? Can you still stand it?"
Yan Sikong shouted: "Why can't I bear it!"
Feng Ye slapped the horse's buttocks with a whip: "Drive!"
Drunk red crazily crossed her hooves and rushed forward.
Yan Sikong clamped the horse's belly tightly and grabbed the reins, his facial features were distorted by the wind, but his eyes became more and more excited.
Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the right side, Yan Sikong looked back, it was the sealed soul who had descended the mountain at some time!
Feng Ye shouted: "Hun'er, follow me!"
The silver-gray one-eyed giant wolf followed closely behind with the momentum of chasing prey, relentlessly chasing after it.
One horse, one wolf, one front and one behind, running wildly on the pasture, as if about to charge into battle.
Yan Sikong's chest was full of pride, and he couldn't help recalling the past.
Back then Feng Ye was half a head shorter than him, and he needed to be huddled in his arms to keep his balance while running fast. Back then, when he was a vigorous young man, he had ambitions to soar to the top of the clouds.
The him back then seemed to be pieced together into pieces at this moment, and he could barely recall a thing or two.
Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's waist tightly with one hand, his voice drifted in the wind, like a dream: "I don't believe you forgot the promise you and I made."
Yan Sikong's eyes became hot, and he couldn't help but want to cry.