Because he was neglected in the official department and was too free, Yan Sikong had a lot of free time, so Feng Ye stayed in Beijing as much as possible, the two met almost every day, and almost lingered almost every night.
After exposing himself to Feng Ye, Yan Sikong finally didn't have to pretend anymore. For many years, the disguise seemed to have become his outer skin, a pair of armor, something he relied on to protect himself. Blurred, but at the same time it made him almost forget his real self. Finally, in front of Fengye, he was able to break through the disguise a little, and was able to breathe in the real air. The joy was indescribable.
And Feng Ye is no longer suspicious, he can let go of his grievances and accept the real Yan Sikong. The two of them conspired together, and they have a little more tacit understanding than before.
Although Yan Sikong was unsuccessful in the official department for the time being, he was not in a hurry. When he went to the Yamen, he desperately read through the official files of previous years. He first glanced at all the yearbook files of the official department from the founding emperor of the Sheng Dynasty to the present. , His memory is amazing, if he reads it, he must remember at least seven or eight, and then he will focus on studying the files of Emperor Zhaowu and Emperor Xiandi, combined with the official documents and memorials he read when he was in the Imperial Academy, and the personnel affairs of the officials of the two dynasties He has a spectrum in his heart for all the big and small things. Who is in a faction with whom, who has a relationship with whom, who may have taken bribes, who may have avenged personal revenge, who is truly impartial, who has whitewashed peace and concealed filth, you can all find clues from this pile of papers , as long as you study deeply, you will probably be able to catch a big fish, and he has also quietly grasped the handle of a few people.
Yan Sikong is waiting for an opportunity. The fastest opportunity for this opportunity may be his gift of marriage, and the slower one will be the six-yearly Beijing inspection plan next spring. With this opportunity, he will be able to kill several officials For the eunuchs, the real contact belongs to the Wenxuan Division.
The Jingcha plan was originally the political feast that Yan Sikong was looking forward to the most, but when he thought of giving a marriage, he hoped that time would pass slowly. He was like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed after autumn, worrying about Fengye's reaction after he knew about the marriage. , but it's hard to say, after all, one day is a day if you can live one more day.
Thinking of this, Yan Sikong sighed softly. Suddenly, his back was stabbed violently. He was startled, turned around, and saw Feng Ye smiling at him: "What are you thinking, I I didn't even notice you when I got close."
Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Your Majesty's martial arts are profound, if you don't want me to find out on purpose, how can I find out."
Feng Ye leaned over: "You're calling me Shizi again, do you want me to kiss you?"
Yan Sikong smiled and said, "Yes."
Feng Ye wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his lips against his soft lips, and kissed him softly.
Yan Sikong leaned into the generous embrace behind him, and said with a low smile, "Didn't you just go to Jingshan Camp two days ago, why are you back again?"
"It's getting cold, and I always want to hug you to keep you warm." Feng Ye tightened his arms, "Besides, there is no news from my father, and I can't sleep or eat in the camp. General Zhao asked me to come back and rest."
Yan Sikong gently held Feng Ye's hand: "Don't be afraid, King Jingyuan will definitely win."
Feng Ye nodded, resting his chin on Yan Sikong's shoulder: "What about you, why did you come back so early today?"
"No one cares about my coming and going." Yan Sikong said with a helpless smile, "They hope that I won't show up every day."
"Hold your breath."
Yan Sikong smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have been waiting for so many years, how can I be in a hurry."
"Tomorrow's spring will be the grand plan of the Jingchao."
Yan Sikong nodded: "That was a good time. The teacher is eager to put me in the official department, and it must be for the next year's Beijing inspection plan. By the way, the concubine Xian..."
"Don't worry, I've already told her, but as a foreign minister, it's inconvenient for me to enter the palace frequently. The next time I see her, I'll have to wait until the Spring Festival."
"Well, maybe..."
"what?"
"I give lectures for the prince, but I can often go in and out of the harem. If Concubine Hui and Concubine Xian have contacts, then it will be more convenient for you to communicate with Concubine Xian."
"I will write a letter and ask Concubine Hui to deliver it to my aunt. My aunt only has a princess. If she can win over the prince, it will be good for her in the future."
"That's true."
Feng Ye rubbed Yan Sikong's cheek with his cheek, "I heard that the prince is very dependent on you."
Yan Sikong smiled: "I have gained the trust and reliance of the prince, and I will definitely help him ascend to the throne and reproduce my Dasheng's peaceful and prosperous age."
"Oh, Jieshi, you and other emperors, sages, ministers, and sages, will be recorded in history books by later generations, and will become a good story that will be passed down through the ages." Feng Ye's tone was sour.
Yan Sikong chuckled: "Why, you want to eat this too?"
Feng Ye let out a "呿" and said, "What do I eat for a child with drooping temples?"
Yan Sikong pinched the back of his hand and lightly reprimanded him: "That's the current prince, don't be rude."
"Hmph, it's been protected by him now." Feng Ye curled his lips, "I just thought that you and I were the closest people when we were alive, but after thousands of years, our names are hard to be recognized. mentioned at the same time."
"Why not, in the war against rebellion, our names will be next to each other."
"That's all." Feng Ye said disappointedly.
"Why do you care about this?" Yan Sikong turned around, held Feng Ye's face in his hands, and smiled softly, "It's all about things behind."
Feng Ye also smiled: "Living in a temple, Xiu Qi Zhiping, who dares to say that he doesn't care about what happens behind him."
Yan Sikong jokingly said: "What I mean is that it is enough for you and me to be extolled in the history books. Do we need the historian to announce the matter of our bed and curtain to future generations?"
Feng Ye grinned, his eyes narrowed: "I think it's good, your writing is superb, why don't you write it, and write about the happiness of the two of us."
"Nonsense." Yan Sikong scolded with a smile.
"I've already thought of the name, how about calling it "The Fu of Erotic Palace"?"
Yan Sikong punched Feng Ye's face, Feng Ye waved his palm to resist, and the other hand slashed at Yan Sikong's waist, the two of them went through several moves before they looked at each other and laughed.
"Konger, I mean it."
Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing: "Do you know how to be ashamed?"
"I don't know, hahahahaha—"
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In the seemingly peaceful days, they ushered in the first snow in the capital. The snow came much later than in previous years, but it fell wildly and thickly, as if it had been accumulated in the sky for a long time, and the sky finally overwhelmed them. It broke down the dike and fell down for two days and two nights.
The temperature in the capital plummeted, and there were few pedestrians on the street, only a fast horse, braved the cold wind, rushed into the city through the thick snow, and went straight to the palace. There is almost only one possibility for rushing a horse into the city from outside the city so urgently—this horse brings the battle report.
It was the last few days of the thirty-sixth year of Zhaowu, but there was a big news-Jingyuan Wang Feng Jianping killed 100,000 enemy troops from Wala and won a complete victory. The biggest victory since Yu Nian was also a victory that overturned the world structure. After this battle, Oirat did not dare to invade the Central Plains for ten years.
The history of this battle is called Beiyuanguan Great Victory.