The Blood Crown

A few days later, Yan Sikong learned about the interrogation from Yan Zilian.

As for the assassination and rebellion, the Feng family father and son refused to admit it to death, but the captured Feng family soldiers insisted that the guards of the Feng mansion brought the soldiers to dispatch the troops, saying that the emperor and Feng Jianping were assassinated in the mountain and sea hunting grounds, and let them Go to the rescue.

But the guards they were talking about had already disappeared in the scuffle.

The Ministry of Punishment sent people to count the corpses in the forest, and after many people identified them, they found the dead bodyguard, and found Feng Jianping's soldier talisman on him.

But this is not enough to wash away the grievances of the Feng family and his son.

Yan Sikong asked softly: "Are they...have they been sentenced?"

According to the law of this dynasty, no matter whether you are guilty or not, before the trial, you must first whip ten times to promote the power of the law and deter wrongdoers. prison.

He knew exactly what Feng Ye was going through now, but he was helpless.

Yan Zilian nodded solemnly: "I have entrusted Meng Duo to take care of it as much as possible, but His Majesty has been putting pressure on him and ordered the three justices to try the case as soon as possible."

"There is no proof that the guard is dead... but is there any other favorable evidence?"

"The fact that General Feng is in the camp can be used as a counterattack, but Feng Ye was in the forest at the time and joined the melee, although he said he wanted to stop the Feng family's army."

"What about Zhao Fuyi? Didn't he see who led the soldiers?"

Yan Zilian shook his head: "At that time, there was a fog in the forest. At first, he didn't even know that it was the Feng family army. He just received the report from the sentinels patrolling the mountain that someone had sneaked into the mountain and sea hunting grounds, so he rushed over to kill the enemy."

"He can really get the news so quickly? Who is the sentinel? They should be interrogated together."

"I will ask Meng Duo to interrogate the sentinel." Yan Zilian said solemnly, "In any case, the current situation is extremely unfavorable, and Zhao Fuyi does not believe that the Feng family will rebel, but as the commander of the garrison, he has no choice but to take Feng Ye himself."

Yan Sikong thought for a moment: "I want to visit General Zhao in person."

"what are you going to do?"

"Since he believes in the innocence of the Feng family and his son, he must also be concerned about the old relationship, so he will help us."

"Nowadays there are Xie Zhongren's eyeliner everywhere inside and outside the court. It may not be useful if you go to him, but you will expose yourself." Yan Zilian said, "You are not allowed to meet directly, I will arrange this matter."

"Listen to the teacher." Yan Sikong hesitated, "The student has one more request."

"You said."

"I...I want to see Fengye."

Yan Zilian frowned and didn't answer.

"Some things, I'm afraid Feng Ye is only willing to tell me what happened in the hunting ground that day, I want to know every detail."

Yan Zilian hesitated for a moment, and agreed: "I will let Meng Duo arrange it, you must be careful in what you do."

Yan Sikong bowed deeply: "Thank you teacher."

"Sikong." Yan Zilian said expressionlessly, "If... If His Majesty really wants to kill them, what should you do?"

Yan Sikong clenched his fists: "The students are desperate to save Feng Ye."

"How do you want to save?" Yan Zilian asked word by word.

Yan Sikong froze in place for a long time before uttering two words from his thin lips: "Prison robbery."

Yan Zilian stared straight at his eyes, his face turned pale, his figure swayed, and suddenly he took a big step backward.

"Teacher!" Yan Sikong rushed up to support him.

Yan Zilian coughed violently twice, his thin body trembling violently, he covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves, but saw the cuffs were soaked in scarlet blood...

"Teacher!" Yan Sikong turned pale with shock, quickly took out a soft handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the corners of Yan Zilian's bleeding lips, "Teacher, what's wrong with you, teacher?" He helped Yan Zilian to a chair and sat down.

Yan Zilian waved his hand, and coughed for a long time until his face was congested with blood, and then he stopped slowly.

Yan Sikong knelt in front of Yan Zilian and said hoarsely, "Teacher..."

Yan Zilian took a sip of water, and gradually calmed down: "No... I don't blame you, I am already old when life is my life. I thought that if I risked my dying life, I would also do it for me. To root out the treacherous traitors, you can safely wave your sleeves away at the end of the day, but now..."

Yan Sikong looked at Yan Zilian sadly.

Yan Zilian took a deep breath: "I know your temperament. You seem to be slick and self-sufficient, but in fact you are very persistent in what you believe in, and you will do whatever you can to achieve it. I always feel that you can achieve major events that can subvert the world and reverse the world. The teacher may not be able to see it."

"Teacher, don't say that!"

Yan Zilian waved his hand to stop him: "Sikong, I have been an official for forty years, and my disciples and old officials are all over the world. You are the smartest and most appreciated by me. I hope you will inherit my mantle and save this declining court and thousands of others. Li Min people, can you do it?"

Yan Sikong nodded tremblingly.

"Teacher... I lost." Yan Zilian stretched out his hand, his old and skinny fingers stroked Yan Sikong's thick black hair, and said in a sad voice, "In the end, I still lost to that dog... no matter how hard you and I run around... , I'm afraid you won't be able to save the Feng family, but you can't admit defeat, as long as you are saved, you will be sent to the underworld as a teacher, and you will also watch with your own eyes as you cut that dog into pieces."

With tears in his eyes, Yan Sikong nodded solemnly.

"No matter what you want to do, you must protect yourself first. If you can rescue the Feng family father and son, there is still hope for everything." Yan Zilian held Yan Sikong's hand tightly, "I will help you as a teacher."

Yan Sikong choked up and said: "Students die ten thousand times, it is not enough to repay the teacher's kindness."

Yan Zilian's gray eyes shot out a sharp light: "The great country fell into the hands of a traitor, and I can't rest in peace even if I die. The crown prince is young, the country is in danger, Sikong, I will depend on you in the future."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, held Yan Zilian's hand instead, and said solemnly: "Students will never fail their teachers."

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Under Meng Duo's arrangement, Yan Sikong was secretly led into the imperial prison on a dark and stormy night of one month.He observed the topography of the imperial prison all the way, silently remembering it in his heart. Although he was sure that Yan Zilian could get the most detailed blueprints, someone still needed to do a field survey.

The father and son of the Feng family were both locked in the deepest part of the Imperial Prison where serious criminals were detained, but they were not in the same place.

As soon as he entered the big prison, Yan Sikong smelled a dull, dark, and rancid smell, which was disgusting, but he took a deep breath and exposed his mouth and nose without hesitation, because he knew that no matter who he was How uncomfortable he felt at this moment, or how anxious he was outside, could not compare to one-tenth of the torment Feng Ye suffered.

Passing through the dark corridor, Yan Sikong followed the jailer into the most isolated cell, and he saw the person nestled deep in the cage, hidden in the shadows at a glance.

Yan Sikong only felt a sword in his chest, the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe.

The jailer cupped his hands and said: "Master Yan, you only have one incense stick of time, the little one is waiting outside, you must not stay for long."

Yan Sikong suppressed the fluctuation in his heart and nodded.

The people in the cage moved when they heard the movement.

The jailer turned around and left, Yan Sikong couldn't control himself anymore, he threw himself in front of the iron cage, and whispered: "Feng Ye..."

The man in the darkness moved forward and appeared under the firelight.

Yan Sikong's tears fell instantly.

The former high-spirited young prince in fresh clothes and angry horses now has a dirty face and hair, and his prison clothes are stained with blood. The handsome face that was once like a heavenly man is only left with heartbreaking haggard and embarrassment.

Seeing Yan Sikong, Feng Ye was taken aback, his eyes struggling.

"Feng Ye, Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong stretched his hand into the iron cage in vain. He wanted to touch Feng Ye, even if it was just the corner of his clothes with warmth. He hated that his hands were not long enough to grab Feng Ye in one go. Ye Ye, also hated that his hand was not strong enough to bring his beloved away from all suffering.

He hated, hated Xie Zhongren, hated Emperor Zhaowu, hated this troubled world!

Feng Ye stopped there, staring at Yan Sikong without moving.

"Fengye...are you seriously injured? Are you full?" Yan Sikong's voice was shaking uncontrollably, "I miss you so much, I worry about you every day, I, I brought the best wound medicine , I... say something!"

Feng Ye straightened his body slowly. From his distorted expression, we could see how painful this action was, but he managed it anyway. He opened his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice: "You come here Well, I just have something to ask you."

Yan Sikong was stunned, Feng Ye's unusual tone and attitude made him deeply puzzled.

"Do you know who is the guard who took the soldier talisman to transfer troops?"

"……who is it?"

"little six."

"Your... coachman?"

"Yes, he was bought by someone. He has no family or relatives. He doesn't know anyone except the people in the family. But before we went to the spring hunting, someone once went to him."

"Who?"

"Your loyal servant, Ali." Feng Ye's eyes showed a cold light.

Yan Sikong was stunned.

"Xue Bo told me this when he came to visit the prison a few days ago." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, his disheveled hair and the blood on his face filled him with murderous aura.

"Ali...Why did Ali go to find Xiaoliu?" Yan Sikong murmured, he had never heard Ali say that.

"This is what I want to ask you." Feng Ye leaned forward, and despite his embarrassment, his gaze was as sharp as a beast, as fierce as before, "My father's token is hidden in his belt, I only told you, then Only you did not show up at the dinner party, my two thousand family troops broke into the hunting ground from the southwestern foothills, exactly the same route as you and I discussed that day!"

Yan Sikong knelt down on the ground, staring blankly at Fengye.