The Chinese New Year is approaching, and the courtiers have started their annual rest one after another.
Feng Ye thought that Yan Sikong's house was deserted, so he took him and Ali to Feng's mansion for the New Year.
There are not many servants in the Fengfu, but when it comes to preparing for the Spring Festival, one of them is used for three people. Looking around, there are busy people everywhere.
Ali had never stayed in such a big mansion. He entered and exited the mansion frequently, and he would get lost whenever he walked.
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "Ali, you have worked hard for a year, these few days treat yourself as a guest, just take a good rest."
Feng Ye also said: "That's right, you don't need to do anything, and don't follow us, Xue Bo, arrange him to the guest room, so that he can entertain you."
"yes."
Ali followed Xue Bo in a daze.
Yan Sikong suddenly chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?"
"I think, if Ali sees Hun'er, he might scare him away."
"I let Hun'er stay in the inner courtyard, and most of the servants in the mansion are afraid of it." Feng Ye laughed, "Aren't you afraid of it now?"
"Don't be afraid."
Walking into the inner courtyard, he saw Feng Hun lying down under the tree and taking a nap. The thin snow that fell last night has not yet melted. In such a cold day, it sleeps peacefully and comfortably relying on its fur, which is unavoidably enviable. The two were wrapped in thick leather cloaks, but they were already trembling slightly.
They hurried into the house.
As soon as the door was closed, Feng Ye pressed Yan Sikong against the wall, kissed his lips passionately, and tasted it carefully.
Yan Sikong couldn't help holding Feng Ye's hand, closing his eyes to feel the softness and sweetness.
The two separated panting slightly, Feng Ye said softly: "Are you cold?"
Yan Sikong shook his head, said with a smile: "I'm a man from Liaodong, it's not too cold."
"But you don't have the slightest Liaodong accent when you speak now?"
"... I have been away from Liaodong for ten years, and it is inevitable."
Feng Ye hugged his waist, and kissed his cold cheek affectionately: "I don't see you for a few days, so I think about it."
"Why do you love to act like a baby so much?" Yan Sikong's tone was full of indulgence that he didn't even realize.
"Have it?"
"Not now?"
"It's only for you." Feng Ye tugged at the skirt of his clothes with his teeth, and carried him to the bed.
"Fengye..."
"I miss you." Feng Ye's breathing became a little short.
Yan Sikong slapped him on the back, dumbfounding: "What are you doing in broad daylight!"
"What happened during the day." Feng Ye didn't take it seriously.
Yan Sikong propped his chest with his hands, keeping their upper bodies apart, "Feng Ye, don't make trouble."
Feng Ye curled his lips, lowered his head suddenly, and bit his ear gently: "I will definitely not let you go tonight."
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It is a rare few days of leisure in a year, Yan Sikong lived the life of a distinguished guest in the Fengfu, almost reaching out for clothes and opening his mouth for meals, he did not refuse, he has not really celebrated the New Year for a long time, before he was very concerned about this family reunion The holidays are quite contradictory, but with Feng Ye, everything is natural.
Feng Ye had a taste of lust for the first time, and his sex was high-spirited. He pressed Yan Sikong almost every night, and his legs were weak when he walked for a few days, but he couldn't resist Feng Ye's dragging him into the abyss of desire.
On New Year's Eve, the house was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the eaves were filled with fiery red lanterns, like plump fruits, heralding a good harvest in the coming year.
From the afternoon onwards, congratulatory gifts from princes, ministers and dignitaries were continuously sent to the mansion, Feng Ye didn't even look at them, and just asked his servants to record them in the account.
After sunset, Yan Sikong met Fengye's close and distant relatives at Fengfu's family banquet. Fengye grew up in a military camp and was not close to them. He could also feel that these people were somewhat afraid of Fengye and respected each other as guests . But after all, it was the Spring Festival, and the atmosphere was quite lively, and the whole house was full of joy.
Yan Sikong sat on the side, but smiled without saying a word, and there was a suffocating sadness flowing in his heart.
Every year, he would think of the years before he was thirteen.
When he was young, he was from a wealthy family. During the Chinese New Year, he had to add new clothes and new shoes. The house was full of delicious food, and he could also set off firecrackers. Although the Yuan family lived frugally, they never lacked food and clothing for him. During the Chinese New Year, the family reunited happily and celebrated the New Year together. The ordinary and simple happiness surpassed countless in the world.
To this day, he can still recall the smiles on the faces of his relatives, but he will never have the chance to see them again in this life.
"Konger, Konger?"
"Huh?" Yan Sikong came back to his senses.
"What's wrong with you?" Feng Ye held his hand under the table, "I've been calling you for a long time."
Yan Sikong shook his head: "Nothing."
Feng Ye stared at him, was silent for a while, leaned over slightly, and said in a low voice: "You don't have a family, and I will be your family. We will spend every year from now on together."
Yan Sikong's heart trembled, and his nose became sore. He looked at Feng Ye without blinking, and nodded with a smile. Feng Ye seems to be reckless and uninhibited, but in fact he has a lot of thoughtfulness and often says very heartwarming things.
"I also miss my father very much." Feng Ye said, "When I left Datong, my father said..." He pursed his lips, "'This may be the last time you and my father and son will meet in this life'."
Yan Sikong held his hand instead.
Feng Ye shook his head: "I went back to Beijing so that the emperor can rest assured that his father will support his troops on the border. Maybe we really can't see each other again."
"No, if one day King Jingyuan conquers Wala and returns triumphantly, you will definitely be able to reunite."
Feng Ye smiled: "Well, I hope so."
What Yan Sikong saw in Feng Ye's eyes was not only longing and sadness, but also boundless loneliness. As a young and aspiring general, he could not run across the battlefield, but had to guard the city, just like How helpless and unwilling to trap the soul in a small mansion.
During the New Year's Eve dinner, the opera troupe invited by Feng Ye also started to sing, and the audience was drinking and drinking, it was very lively.
When midnight was approaching, a group of people walked to the courtyard, where firecrackers and fireworks had already been prepared. At this time, it was snowing nine days, the Milky Way disappeared, and every star above the head seemed big and bright.
Xue Bo shouted excitedly: "Come on, let's set off the fireworks first."
Feng Ye lit the fire core with his own hands, only to hear the hissing sound one after another, and the bunches of fireworks shot straight into the sky, blooming gorgeous flowers on the dark sky, although fleeting, they are also for this person. The world is full of anger.
"It's so beautiful..." Everyone exclaimed excitedly.
From the imperial city in the distance, the roar of the Jingyang Bell came, one sound, one sound, pushing time forward to the new year.
"Ah, it's the New Year's Eve, hurry up, get ready for the firecracker!"
When the bell rang for the last time, the firecrackers to welcome the Spring Festival were ignited, and the crackling sounded throughout the New Year.
Feng Ye and Yan Sikong covered their ears, laughing and dodging the debris from the firecrackers, they turned to each other with a heartbeat, their four eyes met unexpectedly in the air, and they both caught the tenderness in each other's eyes, like a wave A warm current surged into my heart.
Feng Ye leaned over, suddenly propped up his cloak, and covered Yan Sikong's head, then lowered his head, and kissed Yan Sikong's lips heavily.
Yan Sikong also forgot everything outside, grabbed his neck, and responded emotionally.
The sparks in the sky, the joy in the world, seem to be less touching than this kiss.
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On the first day of the new year, the two of them spent almost a whole day in bed, and the servants brought delicious food and wine into the house, turning a blind eye to their disheveled clothes.
The hibiscus tent warms the spring night, drunk life, dream and death are nothing but this.
On the second day of the new year, you can't be so unrestrained. Before dawn, the two of them went out early, and the courtiers in Beijing needed to pay New Year's greetings to the emperor on this day.
Due to the snow in the south, all the etiquette has been simplified, and it is over before noon.
Afterwards they separated, Feng Ye went to pay New Year's greetings to Concubine Xian, and Yan Sikong also had the prince, teacher and colleagues want to pay a visit.
That day when he returned to Feng Mansion, it was completely dark, Yan Sikong supported his waist, feeling exhausted, thinking to himself that excessive indulgence should not be done.
Feng Ye had already returned, seeing his "tired" appearance, he couldn't help laughing.
Yan Sikong gave him a sideways look: "You still dare to laugh, sleep honestly today, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
"Don't worry." Feng Ye hugged him and kissed him, "How could I not know how to love you?"
Yan Sikong felt relieved: "When did you come back?"
"I'll be back in the afternoon, I'm only going to pay New Year's greetings to my aunt."
"Oh..." Yan Sikong had no idea when he heard about Concubine Xian in the past, but now that Yan Zilian is planning to betroth Princess Wanyang, the daughter of Concubine Xian, to him, now he only feels guilty.
"My aunt is quite lonely in the palace, so I want to visit her often."
"Isn't Princess Wanyang accompanying her?"
"She is too energetic to sit in the boudoir, which makes my aunt a headache."
Yan Sikong paused, and asked uncontrollably, "Did you kiss her?"
Feng Ye thought for a while: "Every time I go, she always wants to play with me, but I really have nothing to say to her, just a spoiled little girl."
Yan Sikong suddenly sounded the alarm.
I'm afraid it's just because I'm deeply in lust these days, and my body is addicted to it. Why isn't my brain awake
What is he thinking? Everything with Feng Ye is just a mirror image, it can't be considered real after all.
He warned himself not to act emotionally in everything.
Looking at Feng Ye's smiling, unguarded eyes, Yan Sikong gradually felt a chill despite the charcoal fire in the house.