The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong held his painful chest, Feng Ye's hostile gaze broke his heart, he tremblingly said: "Now... I don't have time to explain, we must leave immediately."

Feng Ye said bitterly: "Yan Sikong, what I regret the most in my life is that I once believed in you!"

Yan Sikong bit his back molars and got up from the ground: "She Zhun, take him away!"

She Zhun pulled Feng Ye up from the ground, Feng Ye wanted to fight back with his backhand, but at this moment he couldn't do what he wanted, and was caught by She Zhun and dragged out of the cell.

"Father—" Feng Ye struggled vigorously, and stretched out his hand to Feng Jianping in vain. With those eyes that were not yet closed, he expressed all his grievances and unwillingness.

She Zhun roared: "Everything Yan Sikong did was to save you. If you were a man, you would live to avenge your father!"

"Everything he does is for himself!" Feng Ye roared, and slammed his elbow into She Zhun's chest, pushed his right shoulder upwards, slipped from She Zhun's grip, and threw himself at Feng Jian again flat.

She Zhun was so angry that his face turned blue, and he raised his hand to hit him, but was dissuaded by Yan Sikong's eyes.

Feng Ye hugged his father tightly, absorbing the last body temperature that was dissipating, and then stretched out his hand, tremblingly covering Feng Jianping's face, and gently wiped his eyelids.A bottomless storm was brewing in his eyes. At this moment, the noble, arrogant, childish but bloody Prince Jingyuan's son seemed to be completely dead. The living him had nothing in his pupils. After getting the temperature, he shed tears and whispered softly: "Father, your wolf will avenge you, and the person who betrayed my Feng family will never recover!"

There was a chill in Yan Sikong's heart.

Feng Ye flattened the skirt of Feng Jian's clothes, straightened his broken hair, leaned against the wall and sat on the wall. He knelt on the ground, kowtowed three times, then stood up, clenched his fists, and forced himself to Heels away.

Yan Sikong grabbed the blood book left by Feng Jianping, put it into his arms, kowtowed three times hastily, and said in his heart: "Your Highness, I, Yan Sikong, will definitely live up to your entrustment."

She Zhun urged: "Go!"

A group of people ran out. Feng Ye was weak and needed to walk against the wall. She Zhun ordered his subordinates to help him. They passed through the dark cell and climbed up the stairs. In the commotion, She Zhun said: "I'll open the way, you don't care about me, just rush out according to the planned route."

Yan Sikong looked at the clothes in his hand, it was the jailer's uniform, originally intended to be worn by Feng Jianping, he threw the clothes to She Zhun: "Put this on, maybe we can hide it."

She Zhun quickly changed into her clothes and ran up.

Several people were lurking below, and Zhun She tricked them to another entrance, and they ran up until there was no more movement above.

The fire in the direction of the firewood house gradually weakened, and a large number of imperial guards were mobilized to the imperial prison. People were patrolling everywhere in the courtyard, and they could no longer get out.

"Damn it..." She Zhun's subordinates said, "If you can't do it, just force your way."

Yan Sikong frowned, hesitating, if Feng Jianping and Feng Ye hadn't delayed the time, they should have run out before the fire was under control, it was already too late, but rushing in would be tantamount to death.

"No need." Feng Yehan said, "Wait."

"Wait...wait for what?"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud explosion on the ground, accompanied by bursts of fire, pushing this doomed restless night to a more dangerous climax.

That is - a firearm!

The cost of firearms is high and the quantity is scarce. Unless there is a big battle, it is difficult to equip them. The firearms battalion in the capital is extremely guarded, and they have to check the warehouse regularly. It is as difficult as heaven to steal a firearm.

The only one equipped with firearms in the suburbs of Beijing was Zhao Fuyi's garrison, but it couldn't be him, unless it was the Feng Family Army!

On the day of the spring hunting, almost all of the [-] Feng family troops that Feng Jianping brought back from Datong Mansion were wiped out, but there were still a few who escaped and were hunted down all the time. Yes, I'm afraid they are the only ones left!

It's just that Feng Ye didn't say anything when they were supposed to be able to cooperate with each other. Could it be that they didn't believe him...

Yan Sikong felt extremely chilled, but he didn't have time to worry too much at this moment, he urged: "Quick, escape while taking advantage of the chaos!"

The power of firearms cannot be underestimated. Half of the imperial city has been awakened. Using firearms openly at the feet of the emperor is simply audacious. Yan Sikong can imagine that a large number of imperial guards are rushing to the imperial prison. Those Feng family who came to rob the prison The army must be a group of dead soldiers.

They took advantage of the chaos to rush out of the classroom, the sound of firearms and swords coming and going, the courtyard shouted and killed, and several people protected Feng Ye and fled to the route they planned. Although a large number of people were attracted by firearms, they were still quickly discovered. He lost his whereabouts and was surrounded.

She Zhun rushed over with the rest of the people, and a group of people retreated while killing. They intended to retreat to the small gate of the imperial prison for transporting excrement. , few people approached, at this time the fast horse was waiting outside the door.

Just when they were about to retreat to the side courtyard, a large group of imperial guards rushed over, and at the same time led the Feng family army to kill them, and there was also a familiar person - Xue Bo.

Yan Sikong didn't know how Xue Bo escaped, he might have already run away when Emperor Zhaowu ordered his house raided. The kind housekeeper is like two different people.

"Xue Bo!" Feng Ye shouted.

"My son, go away!" Xue Bo shouted, "I will wait for the queen, my son, go away—"

While killing the enemy, She Zhun scolded angrily, "Why didn't you tell us that you have reinforcements!"

Feng Ye said coldly: "I don't believe you."

"Damn you..." She Zhun was so angry that he cut down a guard with a sword, rushed to the small gate of the courtyard, kicked open the door enduring the stench, and shouted, "Go!"

Feng Ye snatched a guard's sword with his bare hands, beheaded several people, and shouted out of breath, "Xue Bo, come with me!"

"Your Majesty, go first!" Xue Bo shouted with red eyes, "Let's go!"

Yan Sikong forced back a few guards, but the encirclement was still shrinking, they were gradually forced to retreat to the door, Xue Bo gritted his teeth, forced Feng Ye and others out of the door, and shouted high-spiritedly: "I have been following you all my life. Your Highness and the son, even if you die, you will have no regrets! My son, avenge us!"

Xue Bo closed the door behind them.

"Xue Bo—" Feng Ye shouted, staring at his scarlet eyes.

The sound of shouting, fighting, and the bloody sound of skin and bones poured into the periosteum one after another, which made people's hair stand on end. This wall separated man and nature forever.

She Zhun led a fast horse and urged, "Get on the horse!"

Feng Ye turned his head to look at the door frequently, biting his lips with blood.

Yan Sikong pushed him towards the horse and said sharply: "Hurry up, they will die in vain only if you live!"

Feng Ye glared at him viciously, grabbed the reins and wanted to get on the horse, but his feet were so weak that he couldn't use his strength. The nearly half a year of imprisonment, torture, and torture had already made him very weak, and the fighting along the way was even more exhausting. With the last of his strength.

Yan Sikong half knelt down, letting his knees dip into the muddy and smelly soil, he supported Feng Ye's feet, lifted him onto the horse, turned himself onto the horse, grabbed the reins, and shouted, "Go!"

A group of people galloped towards the south of the city, but quickly caught up with a group of guards behind them.

Feng Ye leaned on the horse's back with no strength, his protruding ribs were row upon row and distinct, and he might have lost half of his body weight. Yan Sikong thought of the generous chest he once leaned on, and his high-spirited appearance looking down on the world. It suddenly became sour.

On the way to retreat, She Zhun had already finished deploying. When they passed an ancient tree, the people ambushing in the nearby shop ignited the gunpowder, and there was a loud bang, and half the street was blown into a mess. The imperial guards were thrown off their horses one after another.

They abandoned their horses halfway and fled into an abandoned residential house. It was a secret road leading to the outside of the city secretly arranged by She Zhun many years ago. Passing through the secret road, there were people outside to meet them, and Feng Ye would probably be safe by then.

After finding the secret path, She Zhun glared at Feng Ye: "I'll send you out of the city, there will be someone outside the city to pick you up, you need to recuperate first, and after the wind has passed, take the package you prepared, and you can leave."

Feng Ye supported the wall, looked deeply at Yan Sikong, and panted heavily.

Yan Sikong felt mixed feelings, he said hoarsely: "She Zhun, let me have a few words with him alone."

She Zhun frowned and said, "Don't delay too long."

She Zhun and a few of his subordinates retreated, and Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Feng Ye, from now on, I'm afraid it will be...a farewell."

Feng Ye's eyes were bloodshot.

"You don't believe me, and I don't need to explain. You and I will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road, after all..." Yan Sikong took a deep breath, forced back tears, "After all, there is no fate."

Feng Ye clenched his fists: "If you want me to believe you, walk with me now."

Yan Sikong shook his head: "I can only send you here, I want to stay."

Feng Ye's eyes widened: "Are you reluctant to part with your big wedding night?"

"Yes, I can't let go of everything I have worked so hard for." Yan Sikong choked up and said, "I rescued you, this is the last love..."

"You saved me for yourself!" Feng Ye hissed, "In order for me to return to Datong, lead troops to hunt down the thieves, and help you avenge!"

Yan Sikong was heartbroken, and he walked up to Feng Ye step by step, with tears in his eyes: "No one in this world understands me, and I don't care too much, Feng Ye, you go, live well, you and I will... cut off our friendship. "

Feng Ye's qi and blood surged up, he hated and hurt, he felt his heart breaking.

She Zhun pushed the door open and entered, anxiously said: "The pursuers are coming, you should go!"

Yan Sikong wiped away his tears: "You take him away first, and I will be in the rear."

"You can't escape alone, so hurry up!"

"If they discover the secret path, wouldn't all previous efforts be in vain, take him away quickly."

"Nan Yu!" She Zhun sternly said, "If you are in danger, why should I save him?!"

Yan Sikong grabbed She Zhun's shoulder and said seriously: "I swear, I will escape, if the eunuch does not die, I will live for a day, you guys go away."

She Zhun gritted her teeth and told her subordinates: "Swear to protect Lord Yan to the death." After speaking, he grabbed Feng Ye and walked towards the secret road.

Feng Ye looked back at Yan Sikong, his eyes were filled with endless despair, Yan Sikong was so stunned, he couldn't restrain himself from rushing up, held Feng Ye's hand, and burst into tears: "Feng Ye, live on, live on!" go down!"

Feng Ye opened his mouth, his throat could barely make a sound, but he was still struggling to utter three words with his mouth: follow me.

Yan Sikong shook his head, Feng Ye was wringing his fingers tightly, so he had to forcefully break Feng Ye's hand away, seeing the pain and hatred in Feng Ye's eyes, his heart seemed to be pierced by ten thousand swords.

She Zhun led Feng Ye and jumped down the secret road. Yan Sikong drew out his sword, wiped away his tears, and quietly sneaked out of the courtyard. This is the most messy, crowded, and barren residential area in the city. People who are not familiar with the terrain may get lost after turning two corners, but they have already memorized the map by heart.When a large number of guards poured in, they led the guards away from the entrance of the secret passage while waiting for an opportunity to escape.

The imperial prison was robbed and the capital was awakened at Yinshi. The number of guards dispatched to hunt them down far exceeded Yan Sikong's estimate. He and She Zhun's subordinates decided to separate their troops and flee, each according to destiny.Under the hazy moonlight, Yan Sikong and his pursuers chased among the narrow alleys and dark passages.

Although Yan Sikong is familiar with the terrain here, there are too many pursuers, who have penetrated into all the lanes, making him almost nowhere to escape. He found that he was surrounded, and if he was captured, everything would be in jeopardy It's over.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise from behind, Yan Sikong suddenly turned around, raised his sword and was about to stab, but by the moonlight, he saw a man in black with a somewhat familiar figure.

This person... this person is!

"Who are you?" Yan Sikong asked in a low voice, "Why did you follow me several times?"

This person is exactly the man in black who appeared on the night he met Ye Li. The reason why he can be recognized is because this person is tall and strong, not an ordinary physique.

The man didn't speak, but threw him a suit of civilian clothes.

When Yan Sikong caught the clothes, there was still a smell of saponin. He was afraid that they were the clothes of the common people hanging out to dry. He was puzzled, "Why did you help me? Who are you?"

The man was silent for a moment, and then said: "Are you a good person or a bad person?"

Yan Sikong was stunned, the voice vaguely made him feel familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.He has an excellent memory, if he remembers, he remembers, if he doesn't remember, he doesn't remember, and he rarely has such a vague feeling.

The guard's footsteps came from behind, and the man suddenly noticed something, and his body soared into the air, as if riding the wind, he jumped onto the eaves with ease.

Yan Sikong yelled inwardly, good work.

"Over there!" The imperial guard shouted, and chased after the man, and immediately, all the pursuers were drawn away.

Yan Sikong quickly changed his night clothes, threw away his sword, took advantage of the chaos to escape from the dark alley, and ran towards the entrance of the secret passage outside his mansion.

He was so confused that he had no time to think about who the masked man in black was, his mind was filled with the hateful eyes of Feng Ye when he parted...