The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong evaded the guards all the way, and quietly sneaked under the wall of the cell. The guard's squad room was holding a lamp, and there were several shouts and the smell of alcohol in the room.

Yan Sikong could only see a few overlapping shadows from the window paper, but couldn't tell how many people there were.The cell where Feng Jianping was imprisoned was located underground. To reach the cell, one had to pass through the cell, but there were guards inside and outside the cell.

After a while, the inspecting guard walked over with a lantern. Yan Sikong squatted down, hid himself in the darkness, and then silently retreated along the wall to the southwest until his back touched a bush. Quietly dug up the loose soil, and dug out a cloth bag, which contained the clothes prepared by the jailer he bought.

Next, he looked at the moonlight and waited.

Just after the ugly time, a clump of flames burst out suddenly in the dark night, and soon, thick fog rose to the sky, and it seemed to be intensifying. It was Ali who set the fire in the woodshed.

After a while, someone yelled "fire".

In the dark night, many guards ran towards the firewood room, and the people in the classroom also became restless.

"It's on fire, what's going on!"

"The woodshed is on fire, go put out the fire!"

"The three of you stay here, hurry up, you guys follow me—"

A burst of chaotic footsteps gradually drifted away, Yan Sikong walked around the eaves, and slowly poked his head out. There was only one guard left at the door, who was looking desperately towards the firewood house on tiptoe.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, Yan Sikong quickly rushed over, the man's surprised eyes flashed past, before he could make a sound, Yan Sikong covered his mouth and nose with his hand, the ecstasy powder in his palm was given by She Zhun His, it was formulated by a well-known pharmacist in the Jianghu. If you take a sip from such a close distance, you will lose consciousness in an instant.

The guard collapsed, Yan Sikong dragged him into the shadows.He took a deep breath, took out a gunpowder mixed with ecstasy powder from his arms, smashed through the window, and threw it in.

A voice came from inside: "What is it... drugged, cough cough cough, it's drugged!"

"Open the door now!"

The door of the class room was pushed open violently, two jailers rushed out with swords in hand, Yan Sikong floated out of the darkness like a ghost, chopped the leading jailer on the back of the neck with one hand, another jailer raised his sword and came Yan Sikong dodged sideways, grabbed his hand, moved forward, pressed his knee hard against his abdominal cavity, the food and drink that the man just ate vomited out, the sour smell was unpleasant, Yan Sikong Sikong frowned, then elbowed his vest again, and he passed out completely.

Yan Sikong dragged both of them into the classroom, untied the rope around his waist, tied it tightly, then took the key, held the lamp, and stepped down the stone steps.

The underground cells of the Imperial Prison are interconnected, but there are two entrances on the ground, north and south. The father and son of the Feng family happened to be detained in the southernmost and northernmost prison cells, and there were guards inside.Yan Sikong knocked down two more guards along the way, and finally found Feng Jianping.

Feng Jianping was leaning against the wall, his prison clothes were covered with mottled blood, his face was vicissitudes and sickly, the all-powerful and invincible General Zhenwei in the past was nowhere to be found in him, the youth is easy to grow old, the hero is late, and the unrivaled meritorious deeds In exchange for a rabbit to die, a dog cooks, which makes people feel sad.

His hair seemed to have been combed carefully, and it wasn't messy. Looking at his sitting posture, it was obvious that he had been waiting for something.

Yan Sikong tore off the veil and knelt outside the cage: "Your Highness, Kong... is late."

Feng Jianping's face was calm and unwavering: "Are you the only one who robbed the prison?"

"They are going to save Feng Ye."

"That's good."

Yan Sikong took out the key and was about to open the cell door: "Can Your Highness still walk around? I'm just..."

"Wait." Feng Jianping waved his hand to stop him, "Listen to me."

"Your Highness, we don't have much time, we must leave immediately."

"No hurry." Feng Jianping straightened his blood-stained skirt, "Sikong, up to now, the Feng family can't do anything for you, it made you suffer so much, and I wronged you."

Yan Sikong's eyes were slightly hot: "I can't save you, it's my incompetence."

"Boss Yan Ge and I have failed to fight that eunuch, so what can you do? In the final analysis... His Majesty wants my life, no one else."

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said: "Your Highness has been loyal and courageous all his life, has made numerous contributions to Dasheng, and has been admired by thousands of people. That dim-witted emperor who is short-sighted and jealous of the virtuous and capable will definitely be punished!"

Feng Jianping smiled wryly: "The king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die. It's just that I don't want to be wronged, and I can't let go of the Datong line of defense that I have stood by for many years."

"When Your Highness leaves here and returns to Datong, we will definitely make a comeback!" Yan Sikong said anxiously, "Your Highness, stop procrastinating." He hurried to unlock the lock.

Feng Jianping watched him open the door of the cell, but said calmly, "I'm not leaving."

Yan Sikong had already stepped into the prison door, and froze upon hearing this.

Feng Jian smiled flatly and said: "Everyone is mortal. I swore that I would fight to the death on the battlefield immediately, and pour all my blood for my Dasheng, but now I am trapped in a cage and die with injustice. Life is impermanent." .”

"What is your Highness talking about?" Yan Sikong went to help him, "I will save you right away..."

"Don't come here." Feng Jianping suddenly pulled out something from behind and pressed it to his heart.

Yan Sikong's whole body trembled, it was clearly the wooden hairpin that had been sharpened.

Feng Jianping raised his chin: "Get out."

"Your Highness..."

"Get out." Feng Jianping's voice was very low, but he was not angry.

Yan Sikong clenched his fists tightly, and had no choice but to retreat to the outside of the iron fence step by step.

Feng Jian looked at Yan Sikong calmly: "Feng Ye can't die, he is the last blood of my Feng family, he has the talent of the sky, he will become a generation of titans, the foundation of the dynasty is rotten, he is the son of the common people Hope. And I... I will not step out of this iron cage."

"Your Highness!" Yan Sikong roared, "Why are you bothering!" He was trembling all over, his scalp was numb, fear crawled all over his body like ants.

"If I escape, it will be confirmed that I conspired against you. I, Feng Jianping, can die, but I will never be wronged or humiliated."

"Your Highness..." Yan Sikong fell to his knees and said with tears in his eyes, "Feng Ye is still waiting to be reunited with you. He has lost his mother and elder brother. Do you still want him to have no father?"

Tears flashed in Feng Jianping's eyes, and his lips quivered slightly: "I'm covered in old wounds, and I've been tortured one after another. I've already run out of fuel. How can I escape with a disabled person? This is where I belong."

"As long as you escape from here, the world may be in the hands of your father and son. Your Highness, don't give up lightly!"

Feng Jianping shook his head: "You once persuaded me not to return to Beijing, and you once advised me to start a riot in Spring Hunting. I understand everything in my heart, but I, Feng Jianping, cannot be a traitor. I am dead, so Feng Ye will not be tied down. .”

"You..." Yan Sikong was angry and impatient, "I didn't expect that King Jingyuan, who is so powerful in the world, is just a coward who sells his fame! You will be the eternal virtuous minister yourself, and throw the most painful and difficult things to you!" The only son, are you going away in peace!"

Feng Jianping smiled bitterly: "You don't have to provoke me, Feng Ye is different from me, he is neither stupid nor loyal, and he doesn't care about infamy behind him, he is so young, and he has the opportunity to create a prosperous and peaceful world again, he shouldn't be dragged down by me."

"If you die here, how will Feng Ye survive!" Yan Sikong hissed.

Feng Jianping took out a wad of cloth from his bosom and put it beside him: "Sikong, you are resourceful, able to bend and stretch, and you will definitely be a person who stirs up the situation in the future. I know that you stayed here for revenge. Just write a blood letter, and the truth will be revealed in the future, this is my confession to the world, and I will leave it to you."

Yan Sikong punched hard on the iron railing, knelt down, choked up and said: "Your Highness, I beg you, you are the only one left in Fengye, please come with me, Fengye is waiting for you. He is waiting for you, your father and son will be reunited soon."

Feng Jianping's eyes were already pale: "Sikong, I entrust Fengye to you."

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and Feng Ye's hoarse voice came from a distance: "Father?"

Yan Sikong's body suddenly turned cold, he watched Feng Jianping close his eyes, and the moment tears rolled down, the wooden hairpin stabbed hard into his chest.

"No——" Yan Sikong's eyes were about to split open, and he rushed into the cell while rolling and crawling.

Scarlet blood gushed out of his chest in large streams, like epiphyllums that bloomed and withered in an instant, taking away all the vitality where it was splashed, and the air condensed as if it was suffocating.

Yan Sikong tapped several acupuncture points one after another, but he couldn't stop the gushing blood at all.

"Father!" Feng Ye appeared in front of the cell staggeringly clutching his wound, but what he saw was Feng Jianping's dying scene.He rushed into the iron cage like crazy, knelt and crawled in front of Feng Jianping, and roared heart-piercingly: "Father—"

Yan Sikong stared blankly at the blood on his hands and body, only the obliterating red, the horrifying red remained in his vision.

"My...wolf..." Feng Jianping tremblingly stretched out his hand, caressing Fu Fengye's face, "I can see you...for one more time, father rests in peace."

"Father, why are you doing this! Don't die, I beg you, dad, we have to escape, and we have to fight back together, dad!" Feng Ye burst into tears, and he covered Feng Jian with his hands in vain From his flat heart, blood flowed wildly from his fingers.

"I can't...go...I was born innocent...and death is innocent...wolf...you want to live...you want to help the community, wipe out the barbarians, and... save the people of the world..."

Feng Ye yelled: "I want dad to see it, I want dad to see me kill all the traitors, I want dad to see me clear up the Feng family's grievances! Dad, you want to see it!"

"I... can see..." Feng Jianping stared at Feng Ye's face, which was his only remaining nostalgia in the world, as he watched and watched, his pupils gradually dilated.

"Father—" Feng Ye hugged Feng Jianping, crying bitterly.

She Zhun rushed into the prison cell and said anxiously: "My lord, this is not the time to mourn, you want to live to avenge His Highness, hurry up, it's too late!"

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear to it. In the past six months, from the clouds to the abyss, from the military power to the ruin of his family, the anger, hatred, pain, and despair he endured all broke out at this moment.

She Zhun gave his subordinates a wink, and several people came up and tried to pull Feng Ye away. Feng Ye had been imprisoned for nearly half a year, and his whole body was emaciated and weak, but he didn't know where the strength came from, and shook those people away.

Yan Sikong rushed forward, choked up and said: "Feng Ye, His Highness has already left, we should go too, you want to live, you want..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Sikong was pushed away fiercely, that palm continued his internal force, and pushed him more than ten feet away, his back collided with the iron railing, causing his face to wrinkle into a ball in pain.

Feng Ye slowly turned his head, like a beast driven to a desperate situation, he said coldly: "What did you and my father say?"

Yan Sikong felt his heart tightened, and he tremblingly said: "Your Highness...Your Highness doesn't want to escape under the name of treason, Feng Ye, why are you doubting me!"

"What do I suspect of you?" Feng Ye's face was full of tears and blood, and he was grim and embarrassed, "How do you explain the matter of the soldier talisman? How do you explain the betrayal of Xie Zhongren and begging the dog emperor for marriage? My father is alive and well." Die right in front of you, how do you explain it!"

As if struck by lightning, Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye without blinking, and suddenly felt that he didn't recognize this crazy, vicious person like a ghost.