Yan Sikong summoned the guards and told him: "The general is drunk, help him to rest in the inner tent." After speaking, he got up and passed through the banquet, and left the big tent.
Feng Ye's wine was completely sober, and his expression was frozen like the ice of the twelfth lunar month. In an instant, all suspicions, all doubts, and all disobediences were connected together. Sikong found the answer to the feeling that Sikong was hiding something from him, and it turned out that he was not careless!
Feng Ye clenched his fists tightly, his finger bones made a "click" sound, he stood up and followed out.
Yan Sikong walked all the way to the stables, took out his own horse, and Zui Hong was grazing beside him, no horse dared to approach where it stood.
Yan Sikong watched Zuihong silently for a while, thinking of the day when he reunited with Fengye, seeing that dazzling young man taming this beastly horse, he will never forget the astonishment at that time.
He untied the noose, turned on the horse neatly, clamped the horse's belly, "drive—"
The horse ran out of the stable and brushed past Feng Ye who was following him. The two of them went up and down, and their eyes briefly met in the air.
Feng Ye suddenly felt strange, strange to the person in front of him, even two hours ago, they were still confessing their affection for each other, but it seemed that he had never really known the person next to him.
The ferocity on Feng Ye's face flashed, he rushed into the stable, drew out his saber at the same time, cut the rope with a bang, and flew up on Zuihong, "Drive!"
Drunk red shot out like a scarlet lightning.
Yan Sikong stared straight at the nothingness ahead, and found nothing but firmness, until he heard the sound of a horse's hooves in the distance, that was not his horse, his horse was just an ordinary horse. Even though his horse is the best war horse chosen from thousands of people, it is far different from Zuihong.
The sound of the horse's hooves was getting closer and closer, almost coincident with the sound of his horse's hoofbeats. Before he could react, he saw a black shadow rising from the ground, and then, his eyes blurred, and he was hit hard by the horse. When he got down, he was about to snatch the ground with his face, but he was hugged tightly from behind again, and he flipped three times in the air before being thrown onto the grass.
Yan Sikong rolled out on the grass for a few feet before he stabilized himself. He was not injured, but he was a little embarrassed. He stood up and straightened his appearance: "You can tell me to stop, I don't have to be so barbaric."
Feng Yehan said: "You don't know what barbarism is."
Yan Sikong pursed his lips: "I was going to tell you..."
"You still think of me as a fool!" Feng Ye growled through gritted teeth.
Yan Sikong fell silent.
Feng Ye stepped forward a few steps, and looked down at Yan Sikong condescendingly: "What are you going to tell me? Hmm? It must be another half-truth, half-false nonsense, how long do you want to fool me?!"
"Fengye..."
"I am Prince Jingyuan's son." Feng Ye squeezed Yan Sikong's chin, "Do you know what Prince Jingyuan's son means?"
Yan Sikong quietly looked at Feng Ye's sharp eyes that were bloodshot with anger, and felt his scalp go numb.
"It means that one day, I will inherit the power of the greatest military force in the world." Feng Ye tightened the restraint of his finger bones, seeing Yan Sikong's frown in pain, he did not relax, he squeezed from between his lips and teeth. He uttered a sentence that seemed to be chewed viciously, "It means that as long as I want, I can change Jiangshan's surname. You can ask me to want the stars above the nine heavens, but you can't, can, lie to me!"
Yan Sikong felt that his jaw was going to be crushed, he pushed Feng Ye away, took a deep breath, the wolf-like aggressive boy in front of him made him terrified.
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with a complicated expression: "How much you lied to me, how much you hid from me, how much you used me, tell me."
Yan Sikong said calmly: "Where do you want to start listening?"
"Since Ge Zhong, you have always known that he was the one who framed your adoptive father back then."
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"I didn't pay attention to the interrogation, but I heard that Ge Zhong used acid water to write invisible words of collaborating with the enemy on the letter he sent to King Liang to persuade him to surrender. " Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, "Only you, me, and Liang Guang know about that letter, and only you and I have access to that letter. That acid water...is it white vinegar?"
Yan Sikong moved his lips and spit out a word: "Yes."
"Yan Sikong!" Feng Ye roared, "You use me to frame Ge Zhong?!"
Yan Sikong stared blankly at the ground.
"You can imitate Ge Zhong's handwriting..." Feng Ye paced back and forth uncontrollably, his shoulders heaving vigorously with his chest, "Those letters were all forged by you, Ge Zhong, Ge Zhong didn't rebel at all, everything was done by you Yes! You use me to frame a first-rank governor, you are so fucking bold!"
Yan Sikong said in a deep voice, "I did it."
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's collar, his eyes were wide open, his eyes were almost eating people: "How long have you been planning?" He seemed to suddenly think of something, "She Zhun, She Zhun was sent by you to Jingzhou Yes, he put the forged letter into the Governor's Mansion, you have been planning all this since a few months ago, you have lied to me from the beginning to the end..." He said ferociously, "You didn't tell me a single word of truth!"
Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slipped up and down: "I... have to hide something..."
Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's neck, bared his white fangs like an enraged beast, "Why, Yan Sikong, why!"
"For revenge!" Yan Sikong yelled out with difficulty, his face flushed, his neck stuck.
Feng Ye was slightly taken aback, and pushed Yan Sikong away, Yan Sikong staggered back several steps before stabilizing his body.
Yan Sikong covered his neck, coughed several times, straightened his waist, and said in a trembling voice: "...for...revenge."
"If you want revenge, you can tell me, I am willing to help you, why lie to me, why use me!"
"Because you are the heir of Prince Jingyuan." Yan Sikong smiled mockingly, "Because one day you will inherit the power of the world's greatest soldiers and horses, and everyone wants to curry favor with you and win over you. If I tell you, you will only think that I'm cheating on you, haven't I?"
Feng Ye said coldly: "That's not an excuse for you to lie to me, let alone use me to frame a loyal minister?"
"What kind of loyal minister is he!" Yan Sikong roared with distorted facial features, "In order to curry favor with Xie Zhongren, he used a forged letter for three days! In three days, he convicted my father and sent a man who had just died to defend the city. The real loyal minister who saved 40,000 people in Guangning was killed alive! He is a traitor, a dog thief, and a beast, so I learned to imitate human handwriting, and use the same method to make him notorious in history and forever!"
Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, and stared blankly at the person in front of him. The Yan Sikong he knew before was extremely intelligent, knowledgeable about the past and the present, amazingly talented above the feast, strategizing above the battlefield, talented in poetry and wine, and unrestrained and unrestrained, he is a shining person.
But the person in front of him, those bloodshot eyes, and the madness bursting out of them, almost made him unrecognizable, and what made him even more unrecognizable was that this person had done everything behind his back and subverted him. All the cognitions, as if he had never really understood what kind of person Yan Sikong was.
A lot of things flashed through Feng Ye's mind. Everything from his reunion with Yan Sikong to the present was like a revolving lantern. He caught something in an instant and murmured: "You can imitate human handwriting..."
Yan Sikong's lips trembled, he couldn't tell what his mood was at the moment, it wasn't annoyance or guilty conscience that had been exposed, but a kind of fear that he had never experienced before... a kind of fear, he was actually afraid of the way Feng Ye looked at him.
Feng Ye looked directly at Yan Sikong's eyes: "That colleague of yours is surnamed Liu, Liu... Liu Zhaolin." He stared at Yan Sikong's pupils, unwilling to miss the slightest change, "Because I made a typo of two words, Wang Shengsheng was implicated and demoted together with him, and you are the one who reviewed it." He gritted his teeth and said, "You were also responsible for the new history compilation case?"
Yan Sikong's eyes flickered, he acquiesced without saying a word.
Feng Ye shook his head, full of disbelief: "The purpose of framing Ge Zhong is for revenge, what about Liu Zhaolin? He has no grievances with you, and you ruined his future."
"It was he who wrote the missing words first." Yan Sikong couldn't look directly into Feng Ye's eyes, "Wang Shengsheng is Xie Zhongren's man, he always opposes my teacher, and covers the sky with one hand in the bureaucracy..."
"So now you have become the head of the Department of Literature and Selection of the Ministry of Officials." Feng Ye almost breathed icyly, "Yan Sikong, you are so resourceful, I have known you since I was eight years old, but I just found out today that I am actually Never knew you."
Yan Sikong raised his head abruptly, with a ferocious expression, but his voice was choked with sobs: "Feng Ye, don't look at me like that."
"How should I look at you?" Feng Ye clenched his molars, feeling a dull pain in his heart, "How should I look at you!"
"My family was destroyed twice, once when I was nine years old, and once when I was thirteen years old. I was displaced, I suffered a lot, and I wandered before the gate of hell countless times!" Yan Sikong stared at his scarlet eyes and said slowly, "I want to Seeing my enemies sitting in glory and wealth, while my relatives were buried in the cold ground and eaten by insects and ants, and they couldn't sleep at night. The only thing that supported me to survive was revenge. I entered the court as an official just for revenge. You know Is it? His Royal Highness!"
Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's hanging tears, and his heart was in turmoil. He took a step back, then another step, and shook his head gently: "Are you really Yuan Sikong?"
Yan Sikong's chest was in severe pain, his throat seemed to be strangled, and he couldn't utter a word.
Feng Ye didn't take another look at Yan Sikong, got on his horse, and ran away without looking back.