The Blood Crown

After saying goodbye to Zhao Fuyi, Yan Sikong rushed to Lingwu Villa again, instead of going up the mountain, he went straight to the stables at the foot of the mountain.

Everyone in the stables has benefited from him, and they are respectful when they see him.

Yan Sikong threw him a bag of broken silver as usual, and then walked towards the deepest stable.The stable was big and clean, built with good wood, and the newly painted vermilion paint was still very bright in the dark.

Yan Sikong walked into the stable, and a tall fiery red horse was drinking water with its back turned to him.

"Drunk red." Yan Sikong called softly.

That was the peerless horse that Feng Ye had won from Emperor Zhaowu in the Spring Hunt - Drunken Red.

When Feng Ye was working in Jingshan Daying, he was afraid that the drunken red would affect the mood of the horse, so he kept it in Lingwu Villa. Naturally, he couldn't ride this eye-catching Tianshan Horse King when he escaped from prison. In the past three years, It was Yan Sikong who was taking care of it.

Yan Sikong also went to the mountain to find Fenghun, but he searched all over the mountain and there was no sign of the giant wolf, so he probably left with Fengye.Thus, Zui Hong became the only thing Feng Ye left for him.

Drunken Red's ears trembled, apparently hearing the sound, but he ignored it.

Yan Sikong walked over and stroked its vigorous back. The slender, undulating muscles were like lofty mountains, full of awe-inspiring strength.

Drunk Red snorted impatiently from his nose, and kicked his front hooves on the ground irritably.

Yan Sikong ran his fingers along its rough, thick mane: "Are you angry?"

Except for Fengye and him, Zuihong didn't let anyone else ride.These days he was too busy to take time off, and he hadn't come to see it for more than a month, and it hadn't run for a long time, and it was suffocated.

Who does this little temper look like?

The wolves raised by Feng Ye are like him, and the horses raised by Feng Ye are also like him. Yan Sikong couldn't help but feel a little funny, but recalling all the things he had done when he named Zui Hong, his smile slowly disappeared. face.

At that time, Feng Ye was young and full of vigor, his chest was full of high ambitions, and his eyes were filled with thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. It seemed that he had endless time to gallop for his ideals, as if he could catch the stars and embrace the moon, overcome thorns and thorns, and was omnipotent.

Seven years have passed, and everything has changed beyond recognition.

Who doesn't want to be a teenager all his life.

Yan Sikong gently pressed his forehead against Zuihong's body, closed his eyes, the powerful heartbeat made his skin vibrate slightly, it was so fresh.

He untied the reins, got on the horse, and drove Drunk Red out of the stables, galloping towards the vast pasture.

He couldn't forget the first time he rode Zui Hong, the speed made him turn pale with fright, but as long as his back touched the warm and generous chest, he immediately felt relieved.

Now the howling wind lingered at his body like a knife, and there was nothing behind him.

He always gains and loses tragically, and in the end, he has nothing.

-

Back home, Yan Sikong's footsteps were a bit vain, and Zuihong was not very manageable, every time he took it for a run, it felt like half his life was lost.

It was late at night, and although he was exhausted, he still had business to do. He walked to the courtyard he hadn't set foot in for three years, and knocked on the door he hadn't touched.

Wan Yang's voice sounded vaguely: "Who?"

"I."

The room was silent for a while, and after a while, the candles lit up, and Wan Yang opened the door. She was wearing a coat, with her hair hanging down her shoulders, and her face was clean and charming without makeup. At this time, her beautiful eyes were shining, obviously nervous of: "What do you want to do?"

Yan Sikong cupped his hands: "I have something to ask Your Highness."

Wan Yang hesitated for a moment: "Come in."

After entering the door, Yan Sikong closed the door, Wan Yang took a few steps back, grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, and stared at Yan Sikong warily: "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I dare not be disrespectful." Yan Sikong said straightforwardly, "Does Your Highness want to save Fengye?"

Wan Yang was startled: "You, what did you say?"

"If Your Highness wants to save Fengye, please do me a favor."

"say clearly."

"Although His Majesty is worried about closing the wilderness, Zhuo Letai made His Majesty even more troubled, so now most of the troops have invested in the Liaodong and Huguang areas, and General Liu Anping has mobilized the army to suppress the rebellion."

Wan Yang looked at Yan Sikong quietly, waiting for him to continue.

"Although the strength of General Liu Anping's troops is far less than that of Liaodong, he has strong cities, dangerous waters, and abundant food. Fengye has won consecutive victories before because he didn't fight water battles. He doesn't even have a decent warship, so he can't beat General Liu. Navy, so I expected that he would move to Hetao." Yan Sikong told Wan Yang his guess.

Wan Yang thought for a moment: "What you said is not unreasonable, but in this way, the father will only be more afraid of him, how do you... save him?"

"I intend to ask His Majesty for orders to personally lead the troops to suppress the rebellion."

Wan Yang's eyes widened: "You? Are you crazy? My cousin led the army at the age of 14 and is known as a natural born general. You are a scholar, what can you do?"

"A good fighter is a soldier who surrenders without fighting. I'm not going to fight him, I'm going to persuade him to surrender."

Wan Yang frowned a pair of willow leaf-like brows: "Persuade to surrender...you have a bad relationship with your cousin, are you going to persuade him to surrender?"

"I also had a good relationship with him. Looking at the government and the public, no one knows him better than me. I have his beloved horse in my hands, and...you."

"...Me? What do you want from me?"

"I want to beg Your Highness..." Yan Sikong paused, "Pretend to be pregnant."

Wan Yang's expression changed suddenly, he pointed at Yan Sikong, and said in a trembling voice: "You..."

"First, His Majesty will trust me more. Second, Feng Ye will think about this, at least he won't kill me as soon as we meet. Third, His Highness will no longer have to be criticized by His Majesty and Concubine Xian."

Wan Yang gritted his teeth and said: "You are so brave, you dare to fake the royal blood, if this is found out, you can't afford it!"

"This child's surname is Yan and not Chen, and it doesn't matter whether the Chen family has a field or an acre. Besides, as long as His Majesty cooperates, the clothes will be seamless." Yan Sikong's real purpose is to worry about the eunuch's surname. Emperor Wu deliberately wanted to let him go, but it was difficult to convince the public, but if Wan Yang became "pregnant", there would be an extra guarantee.But now he can't tell Wan Yang, otherwise Wan Yang may ruin his affairs.

"Flawless? Where are you going to get a baby?"

"Your Highness don't have to worry about it. When the time comes, I will order someone to bring a baby. If Your Highness likes it, he will keep it by his side. If he doesn't like it, the Yan family will not lose him."

Wan Yang lowered his head, clenched his lower lip with his white teeth, struggling in his heart.

"Your Highness, this may be the only chance to save Feng Ye."

"Even though you speak the truth, you are too cunning. I don't know what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd. I always feel..." Wan Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, "What else are you hiding from me? You leave early and return late these days, what are you busy with?"

Yan Sikong smiled wryly: "I have to go to court before dawn every day, and I have to deal with official business late at night. It's strange not to leave early and return late."

"If you... can really go to find your cousin, how sure are you that you will surrender?"

"Only three points."

"Only three points?"

Yan Sikong sighed: "Fengye is such a staunch person. He has a deep hatred in his heart, how can he let it go, but now Xie Zhongren is in prison, as long as everything is pushed to the head of the eunuchs, so that Fengye's vengeance can be avenged, Maybe there's still a chance."

Wan Yang sneered: "I understand, Xie Zhongren has just been imprisoned, and you are about to turn the tide, Yan Sikong, you are really..." The insult was swirling on her lips, but she was hesitant to spit it out.

Yan Sikong said neither humble nor overbearing: "Your Highness is right. In this way, I will work harder to quell the wolf king's rebellion. When the eunuchs fall in the future, I will not be buried with them."

Wan Yang said angrily: "Whatever you want! But if this matter comes to light, I will not intercede for you."

Yan Sikong bowed deeply: "Thank you, Your Highness."

-

On the third day after Xie Zhongren was imprisoned, Zhao Fuyi joined forces with Meng Duo and other important officials to impeach him in the early court, listing many crimes, pointing out that today's mess in Liaodong was caused by him and Han Zhaoxing, and also mentioned Han Zhaoxing's former commander-in-chief Being forced away by two people's designs, and framed Guangning's defense of Yuanmao to seize military exploits, but these two things have passed for too many years, it is difficult to verify, and they are inconspicuous among the innumerable criminal evidences of the two.

This impeachment is menacing and aggressive, but the eunuchs have already prepared for it. At this time, Xie Zhongren has been imprisoned. The eunuchs are really on the verge of life and death. In order to protect themselves, they must struggle desperately, while Meng Duo and others are relentless.

And the fact that Princess Wanyang is three months pregnant is like a stone thrown into a stormy sea, without even causing any waves, but this important chess piece, Yan Sikong has already quietly walked out.

Just when the two factions were fighting fiercely, Zhao Fuyi officially set off to serve as the governor of Liaodong, defending the precarious Dasheng Dynasty against the barbarians in the north.And soon there was news that Feng Ye did as he expected, after shocking the world with seven victories in seven battles, he gave up the rich Jiangnan and led his troops to the northwest instead.

However, Emperor Zhaowu, who was in a state of desperation, relied more and more on Yan Sikong. Regarding Xie Zhongren's handling of the matter, he consulted with Yan Sikong several times.

It is very unlikely that this letter will be effective, but Emperor Zhaowu thought that Xie Zhongren had served for many years and was so old that he couldn't bear to kill him, so he wanted to take the opportunity to save him a way out.

Yan Sikong knew what would happen if this letter got into Zhao Fuyi's hands, and he also knew that Emperor Zhaowu was afraid of facing the anger of his officials every day, and he couldn't hold on for long.So every time he discussed with Emperor Zhaowu, he would quietly take a step closer. He was waiting, waiting for Emperor Zhaowu to be exhausted and his sympathy for Xie Zhongren to be gradually wiped out.

Until one day, Emperor Zhaowu said: "I'm tired, the court is so smoky, but it's still my court? If things go on like this, I don't have to wait for those barbarian rebels to come to my country..."

Knowing that the time had come, Yan Sikong knelt down on the ground and said sincerely: "I would like to share your majesty's worries."

"How do you share your worries?" Emperor Zhaowu said weakly.

Yan Sikong didn't speak, his face was full of coldness where Emperor Zhaowu couldn't see.

All deliberation and unscrupulous methods are just for this day.