The people and horses were all tired from running, so they found a big tree to enjoy the shade.
Zui Hong didn't rush to lower her head to eat grass, but tensed all her muscles, her right front hoof stepped on the ground irritably, and there was a popping sound from her nostrils, she stared at Fenghun vigilantly, if it wasn't tied to the rein, it might strike first Wolf.
Feng Hun also bared his teeth and stared, his body bent down, his whole body was full of murderous aura, those sharp fangs made people tremble with fear.
A horse and a wolf confront each other with a distance of several feet, and no one relaxes.
Yan Sikong sat aside, and couldn't help being nervous: "Feng Ye, they're going to fight."
"It's okay." Feng Ye lay on the grass with his feet crossed, happily enjoying the caress of the breeze, "They are playing around, it's not the first day like this."
"..." Yan Sikong looked at the two beasts at the point of their swords, how could it be a joke
Feng Ye opened one eye and glanced forward: "A horse king, a wolf king, no one will obey anyone, they are strong enough, they are worthy of my Feng family's beast!"
"Could it be that you really want to see them compete?"
"Think about it." Feng Yexie said with a smile, "But, if we really fight, I'm afraid I won't be able to control them. They will definitely die endlessly, so let's just avoid it." He waved his hands, "Hun'er, come here."
Yan Sikong immediately stiffened.
Feng Hun shook the huge wolf's head, trotted to Feng Ye's side, and got down on the ground.
Feng Ye stretched out his long arms, wrapped his arms around Yan Sikong's waist, and pulled him over. Yan Sikong stared at Fenghun without blinking, his hairs standing on end.
Feng Ye laughed and said: "Hun'er, look, you can see clearly, this is my man, you can't hurt him for the rest of your life, and you have to protect him well."
Feng Hun let out a low "woo", and his blue and white wolf eyes fixedly looked at Yan Sikong.
"Hun'er, be obedient, I'm serious." Feng Ye tugged Feng Hun's ear.
Only then did Feng Hun bring his head closer, and slammed into Yan Sikong's arms with a bang.
Yan Sikong only felt his chest vibrate, as if someone had punched him in the chest.
Feng Hun used his hard head like a rock to drill hard into Yan Sikong's arms. The thick and thick wolf hair was piled up on his nose and mouth. I was pushed to the point of lying down.
Feng Ye said happily, "Look, he recognizes you."
Sealing Soul drilled a few times, then raised his head, and turned his face away, as if the show of affection just now was just an illusion, its posture was always proud.
Yan Sikong laughed dryly.
"You go and hug it."
"No need."
Feng Ye said with distaste: "Why are you so cowardly? I said it would never bite you. Hun'er was raised by me since I was a child. He is extremely spiritual, and he can understand everything he says."
No one wants to be told bad, Yan Sikong thought he was just being cautious, he curled his lips, gave it up, went up and hugged Fenghun's neck.
Feng Hun turned his head and glanced at Yan Sikong lightly, Yan Sikong also looked at it nervously, as if seeing a trace of impatience in its eyes.
But it really didn't make any extra moves, so it let it hold it.
Yan Sikong heaved a sigh of relief, the moment the eyes of one person and one wolf met, maybe there was a tacit understanding, he didn't seem to be so afraid of sealing the soul. It's just that the wolf is so arrogant, and the horse looks down on all living beings, just like their master.
Feng Ye leaned on Feng Hun, pinched Yan Sikong's face happily: "That's right, Feng Hun will treat you as one of his own from now on."
Yan Sikong followed his example and lay down halfway: "Aren't you afraid of trouble if you bring it into the capital?"
"I didn't want to bring it back, but it must follow, it doesn't worry about me." Feng Ye played with Feng Hun's huge paw, "Besides, it has never been separated from me since it was born, and it is used to people places, knowing what not to do and where not to go.”
"How many wolves have you raised in Datong?"
"The wolves in the whole mountain made him the king, and when he left, his son will be the new wolf king." Feng Ye said proudly, "So, those wolves listen to me."
It was the first time Yan Sikong saw such trust and affection between humans and beasts, and he couldn't help feeling that everything has animism: "No wonder people call you 'Little Wolf King.'"
Feng Ye squinted at him, with a smirk at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were burning: "They call me 'Little Wolf King' because I belong to a wolf."
Yan Sikong was stunned by the wild gaze, and felt his heart tremble.
Feng Ye suddenly turned over, Yan Sikong smelled a dangerous breath, his scalp went numb, and he wanted to escape.
Feng Ye supported him with both hands, trapping him between Feng Hun and himself.
Yan Sikong was forced to look at Feng Ye's wolf eyes: "What's wrong?"
"I suddenly thought of a question."
"what?"
"Have you ever done that?" Feng Ye tilted his neck, looking at Yan Sikong's face.
Yan Sikong couldn't help but retreat, but he could only hold against Fenghun's thick back. He suddenly felt dry mouth, and unconsciously became a little short of breath.
"Say it." Feng Ye sneered, "Look at you hugging that woman like you are familiar with it."
"It's just a joke." After Yan Sikong finished speaking, he wanted to bite his tongue, why did he need to explain? But after thinking about it again, Feng Ye has always been domineering and domineering, and there is no room for him not to say anything.
"Oh, then have you ever done it?" There were some tiny, evil flames dancing in Feng Ye's eyes.
Yan Sikong frowned: "Why are you asking this?"
"If I ask, you just answer. Say it quickly, don't lie to me."
Yan Sikong's: His eyes flickered, and it took him a long time to say: "No."
Feng Ye laughed: "Really?"
"I don't have a wife." Yan Sikong felt ashamed of being ridiculed, "What about you, do you have one?"
"Me neither." Feng Ye bit his lower lip, squinted his eyes and chuckled, "You don't want to try?"
"I don't want to." When ordinary people were young, Yan Sikong was undergoing great changes, and he didn't have a moment's thoughts on Fengyue. He also didn't want to touch those Yanliu women. After all, he had been educated by rites and music for many years. Although he was indeed agitated, he believed that people with a city heart should not be restrained by low-level desires. This kind of restraint can be regarded as self-cultivation.
Feng Ye glanced down, then raised his eyebrows: "I don't believe it, or you just grew that thing for nothing, and it's useless?"
Although Yan Sikong is not close to eroticism, but as a man, he can't stand others saying that he is "not very useful". He raised his chin, "When it is time to use it, it will be useful."
Feng Ye grinned and said, "But I want to try."
Yan Sikong's back froze immediately.
Feng Ye leaned close to his ear, and said ambiguously, "Why don't we try."
Yan Sikong pressed his palm against Feng Ye's chest, silently refusing.
In fact, it's not men that he rejects, but whenever necessary, he doesn't care about men or women, he just doesn't want to fall into a chaotic and uncontrollable relationship with Feng Ye.
Feng Ye let go of Yan Sikong with a low smile, and when he breathed a sigh of relief, Feng Ye suddenly took a quick sip on his cheek.
Yan Sikong's face suddenly became hot.
Feng Ye laughed and lay down on Fenghun's body, happily rubbing its fur like a child who has succeeded in a trick.
Seeing Feng Ye's carefree appearance, Yan Sikong couldn't get annoyed at all, instead he felt envious, who wouldn't want to live as indulgently as Feng Ye.
He also lay on his back on Fenghun again, staring blankly at the blue sky above his head, the sunlight shining from between the mottled leaves was gentle and gentle, and the broken hair on his temples was caressing his cheeks under the breeze.
It had been a long time since he felt so comfortable, so relaxed, and fell asleep lazily like this, maybe he could have a good dream.
A gentle hand held his hand, and the rough calluses on the fingertips gave people a strange sense of peace of mind. He moved, but he didn't pull it back, so he let him go.
Feng Ye Qingming's voice rang out with the wind: "You didn't sleep well last night, sleep when you're sleepy, I'll watch over you."
Yan Sikong blinked his eyes, he felt his whole body was in the warmth and comfort, he didn't even want to move his fingertips, he was such a cautious person, so he closed his eyes with peace of mind, and fell asleep.
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Yan Sikong woke up after sleeping until dusk. Opening his eyes, he found that Feng Ye was looking at him with a smile on his face, feeling a little embarrassed.
"Finally woke up." Feng Ye said briskly, "If you don't wake up, I will wake you up, if you sleep again, you will catch a cold."
Yan Sikong sat up and yawned: "I've been asleep for two hours?"
"Well, it seems that you were scared by me last night and couldn't sleep all night."
"Like I said, I'm not afraid." Yan Sikong laughed, "You underestimate me." He stood up and saw that Feng Hun had just woken up, shaking his fur.
"Come on, let's go back to dinner."
The two got on the horse again, Feng Hun followed them for a while, then diverted off by himself, ran up the mountain, and soon disappeared among the mountains and forests without a trace.
"You plan to keep it on the mountain forever?"
"Well, I'm usually in Daying, so I can visit it anytime. It's better than letting it stay in the palace."
"That's true." Yan Sikong was always worried that he would be unbearably bored on the day of sealing the soul, and if he went around the street twice, it would definitely cause a big commotion.
When the two returned to the manor, dinner was already prepared. There is no need to think about anything here, only to have fun, no wonder the kings and grandchildren like to come here to enjoy themselves.
After eating, they played with the birds in the yard, fed the fish, and had the right to eat casually. After less than a day, Yan Sikong felt awkward.
When it was time to rest, Yan Sikong did not forget to remind Feng Ye: "When will we get up tomorrow? Aren't we going to the summit?"
"Well, you can wake up whenever you want."
"I'm never greedy for bed, let's go earlier."
Feng Ye nodded, and suddenly said with a smirk: "Would you like to come to my room? You and I can talk all night."
Yan Sikong sneered: "No need."
Feng Ye didn't care, but smiled resolutely: "Sooner or later you will."