The Blood Crown

Since Yan Sikong rewarded the butler Zhao Feng with a meal last time, he has behaved a lot, and when he sees Yan Sikong, he is submissive and has to report everything.

Today, Zhao Feng is leading the whole family to welcome the New Year, which coincides with the most important Spring Festival among the "three festivals and two birthdays". They went in and out several times.

Yan Sikong looked at the lights and festoons in the mansion, his pupils were full of red spring couplets and window grilles, and the festive atmosphere filled every corner, but he couldn't infect the slightest bit in his heart, because countless complicated thoughts were entangled in his mind .

He called Zhao Feng and asked if he had delivered last year's goods to Shen Hexuan's wife.

Zhao Feng nodded and bowed his waist: "Send it, send it early, don't worry, young master."

"You go and invite their mother and son to come to your house to celebrate the New Year together. If she insists on refusing, that's fine."

"Yes, the old slave is going now." Zhao Feng retreated respectfully.

Yan Sikong knew that this person must be obedient and obedient, and he hated himself very much in his heart. Except for Ali, there is no one trustworthy in this family.

During the few days of Chinese New Year, there must have been a lot of entertainment, and he felt exhausted just thinking about it, but he was still very much looking forward to the arrival of New Year's Eve, because last time he made an agreement with Feng Ye that he would go to Yan's Mansion when the night was quiet. Get together in the old house, even if it's just to drink a glass of New Year's wine together.

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In the blink of an eye, it was the New Year's Eve, and it was the same as every year in the past. The courtiers and royal relatives had to get up early to accompany the emperor to worship the heavens and ancestors, and at night they celebrated the New Year together in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

At the end of the year, the entire court agreed not to seek trouble on this day, and different factions could congratulate each other hypocritically.

Yan Sikong saw Feng Jianping who was obviously thinner at the dinner party, and he thought that he was suffering just like everyone else during these days.

He also saw Feng Ye, and the two of them had sneaked glances at each other several times, but they never dared to look at each other. Missing is an emotion that cannot be concealed, and they were afraid of being seen as strange.

The eulogies and wines at the dinner were similar to those of previous years. Yan Sikong was absent-minded and only wanted to end soon. He wanted to be alone with Feng Ye for a while.

Halfway through the dinner, the courtiers drank and became a little presumptuous. Yan Sikong also stood up and went to toast Yan Zilian and others. After a round of toasts, seeing that there was finally a gap on Chen Kui's side, he toasted and left past.

"Sir." Chen Kui drank until his face turned red. After tonight, he will be fifteen years old and an adult, but in a few years, he has lost the innocence and innocence of a child, and he has become more handsome and tall. With his extraordinary appearance, coupled with his precocious and calm personality, Yan Sikong gradually saw the undercurrent and turbulent royal aura in him.

Yan Sikong seldom had premonitions, he always believed in judgments based on facts and evidence, but he just had a premonition that Chen Wei would definitely inherit the great rule and rule the world.

"Your Highness." Yan Sikong said respectfully, "I come to offer Your Highness a glass of thin wine. Your Highness is free to do so." After speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

Chen Kui's back was straight, he was close to Yan Sikong in private, but in front of outsiders, he was very solemn and self-restraint, he just smiled lightly and raised his glass slightly: "Thank you sir, this year I will also have Mr Lao. "

"It is my honor to be able to give lectures to His Highness."

The two exchanged politely, and the surrounding ministers also took the opportunity to flatter them. After drinking two cups, Chen Kui took Yan Sikong aside to talk, and the ministers dispersed wisely.

Chen Kui glanced in Feng Ye's direction, frowned and said, "I heard that Feng Ye humiliated you, but is it true?"

Yan Sikong smiled and said: "You are serious, Your Highness, don't believe what those eunuchs say, they will call them tigers when they encounter a bobcat."

Chen Kui was skeptical: "I don't allow others to bully my husband. If you have any difficulties, you must tell me."

Yan Sikong said emotionally: "Your Highness cares about me so much, even if I am bullied, I will be willing in my heart."

Chen Kui smiled, and said in a low voice, "When I become emperor, no one in the world will be able to bully you."

Yan Sikong sighed inwardly, but he could only show a determined expression on his face.

Chen Kui thought for a while, and then said: "I see that something is wrong with Feng Ye, this is not the first time he has had trouble with you."

Yan Sikong wanted to avoid this topic, but Chen Yu was a little reluctant, so he had no choice but to say: "There is only a misunderstanding between me and Shizi, but it's not a big deal." He hinted in a low voice, "We still focus on the overall situation."

Chen Kui frowned slightly, then paused: "I also heard from those eunuchs..."

Yan Sikong felt bad.

"Say..." Chen Kui glanced at Yan Sikong, and asked tentatively, "Tell me, what kind of relationship do you have with Feng Ye?"

Yan Sikong chuckled: "Does Your Highness believe it?"

Chen Kui seemed relieved, and also smiled: "It's ridiculous."

"It's ridiculous. Those eunuchs have been castrated and stayed in the inner courtyard of the palace all year round. Their mouths are worse than women's. Your Highness, remember to keep a distance from these eunuchs." Yan Sikong pointed to Xie Zhongren I nuzzled.

Chen Kui said, "Don't worry, I've always guarded against them."

Feng Ye was at the other end of the hall, looking thoughtfully at the two talking and laughing happily.

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When Yan Sikong returned to the mansion, it was already late at night. Although he had a good capacity for alcohol, he was still a little drunk at this time, but he was still very awake, and the fatigue he had not rested all day was not enough for him to see him right away. The desire to go to Fengye.

He asked his servants to fetch water, took a bath, and drank two cups of tea to hangover.

When it was Yin time, the mansion was already quiet, Yan Sikong changed into night clothes, sneaked out of the mansion from the backyard, and walked towards the old house.

On New Year's Eve, there was no one on the street, and he avoided the occasional guard who was watching the night. He quietly slipped under the wall of the old house and climbed over it.When his feet landed lightly, he couldn't help feeling amused, returning to his home like a thief.

Before he could stand still, he suddenly felt that the direction of the air behind him was abnormal. Just as he was about to turn around, a pair of strong hands clasped his wrists and twisted them behind his back. Then, his waist was crossed by iron arms. , forcing him to stick to the generous and warm chest behind him.

A joking voice rang in my ears: "Where did you come from, the little thief, who dares to trespass on the mansion of the imperial court official?"

The voice is hoarse and magnetic, which makes people's hearts flutter.

Yan Sikong laughed and said, "Are you going to send me to the government?"

"I'm reluctant to send you off." Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's earlobe lightly, and moved his big hand up and down his waist and abdomen through the material of the clothes, "I'll just come and interrogate you."

"You are abusing the death penalty." Yan Sikong's breathing became a little short.

"Yeah..." Feng Ye turned Yan Sikong's head and kissed his lips forcefully. It was a passionate kiss, enough to melt the severe winter cold. The two licked each other's lips fervently and rudely. Lips, entangled with each other's tongue, as if wanting to pour that longing into this kiss.

When they parted breathlessly, the burning desire in each other's eyes was the only scenery left in their eyes.

Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's cold cheek, and said softly: "It's too cold outside, let's go inside."

It has been less than a month since Yan Sikong moved there, and all the furnishings, bedding and other miscellaneous items in the house have remained here. In this simple house, there are memories of countless late-night secret meetings between him and Feng Ye, even if it is a luxurious mansion. The courtyard, in his mind, is not as good as here.

A charcoal fire had already been burned in the house, and wine was still warming on the stove.

Yan Sikong took off his cotton-padded jacket: "You came early?"

"Just arrived." Feng Ye picked up the jug and poured wine for the two of them, "Did you drink too much?"

"It's okay." Yan Sikong raised his glass, "How can those wines compare with yours?"

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "Oh, where is my wine?"

"Okay, it's not about the wine, it's about people." Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye and said softly, "I miss you a little."

Feng Ye was also very touched, he pulled Yan Sikong to sit in his arms: "I miss you too, we are obviously in a city, but it is so difficult to see you."

Yan Sikong leaned into Fengye's arms with peace of mind, clinked glasses with him: "We won't be like this forever, maybe soon..."

"Hush." ​​Feng Ye kissed him on the cheek, "I don't want to talk about 'business' tonight, I just want to spend a new year with you."

Yan Sikong drank the wine in the glass, threw the glass recklessly, turned around and put his arms around Feng Ye's neck, while pressing him down on the couch, he blocked his lips heavily.

While kissing, the two tugged at each other's clothes. The strong yearning in their hearts was like a wild beast about to break through the cage. It needed to be suppressed with all their will. It was a taste of bitterness and anticipation that I had never tasted before. It is difficult for a person to understand for a lifetime.

"Kong'er, I miss you too, I miss you so much." Feng Ye left strings of hickey marks on Yan Sikong's warm and fair skin, and whispered love words in his mouth.

Yan Sikong's five fingers shuttled between Fengye's thick black hair, and his long legs wrapped around his thin and powerful waist. He desperately pressed against Fengye, as if he wished he could not be integrated with it, as if only in this way could he truly understand Only by feeling each other deeply can we temporarily forget the boundless darkness before and after.

They mingled to their heart's content, feeling each other and themselves more strongly in the supreme and extreme pleasure. The combination of body and soul made them feel the indescribable security and satisfaction. It seemed that as long as they embraced each other, they would feel There is nothing to regret, and nothing to do.