The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong spent a few days to understand the terrain of the Hetao area and the current battle situation, and had a detailed conversation with Yu Shenglang, the general of the Datong Army, to obtain the situation of Datong Mansion without any trace, especially after the collapse of the self-proclaimed family. How are you feeling.

The result was not very different from what he guessed. When Feng Jianping was around, the military expenses were sufficient, the monthly salary was never delayed, the rewards were even more generous, and food and clothing were never treated badly to them. , All distributed to the soldiers, he led the troops well, rewards and punishments were clearly defined from top to bottom, and he did not show favoritism. The local army and people were harmonious.

Now Wala is defeated, but without Feng Jianping's Datong Army, it is like missing a soul, and it has long lost its former glory. The Datong army and people all miss Feng Jianping and the Feng Family Army.

Although Yu Shenglang didn't speak out these thoughts, Yan Sikong could hear them from his lost tone and tactful words.This reassured Yan Sikong a lot.

Most of the soldiers fought with the generals, without any lofty ideals. They went through life and death just to get some money. If they couldn't even guarantee this, it would be hard not to be deserters, let alone charge into battle on the battlefield.It is really regrettable that the Datong Army, which used to be powerful in the past, is now sluggish.

After getting the bottom line in his heart, Yan Sikong left Qianzhou for a while, and led his troops to march towards Maoren. The wolf king's rebel army camped thirty miles away from Maoren City. He wanted to settle down in Maoren and meet Shen Hexuan first.

They set off early in the morning and arrived in the evening. The guard Wang Lie opened the city to welcome them, but Shen Hexuan was not among those who greeted them.

Seeing Yan Sikong's looking eyes, Wang Lie said with some embarrassment: "Uh, Mr. Shen is busy strengthening the city defense, and it is difficult to escape, so he did not come to meet Mr. Yushi."

Yan Sikong smiled and said: "He is still the same, it's alright, please General Wang lead me to meet Mr. Shen."

"Master Yushi, why don't you rest for a while, I have prepared dinner."

"Alright, my brothers are also hungry, and General Lao Wang is here."

Yan Sikong took several of his subordinates and had a meal with Wang Lie and others. Maoren is only a small county town, small and remote, similar to Guangning. Yan Sikong is probably the biggest "personality" who visited Maoren. ", even though he is only a censor of the seventh rank now, but the censor has a small rank and great power, not to mention that he was once a minister of the military department of the third rank, and he was also the prince's son-in-law. Wang Lie and others all respect him.

Taking advantage of the wine, Yan Sikong inquired about Maoren's situation. Wang Lie wished he could tell Yan Sikong everything about the battle against Fengye that day. It can be seen from his words that These people still admire Shen Hexuan, but they also have some criticisms about his behavior.

After a meal, Yan Sikong has already called them brothers and sisters, perhaps Shen Hexuan has been working here for three years, and he has never had a glass of wine with his colleagues.

After the banquet, Yan Sikong didn't delay, Wang Lie led him to see Shen Hexuan.

It was almost Haishi, and most of the people had gone to bed, but Shen Hexuan was still watching the soldiers repair and strengthen the city wall.

Walking up the tower, with the help of the lights, Yan Sikong saw a tall and handsome figure. In the slightly cold early autumn, he was wearing thin linen clothes with the cuffs and trousers rolled up. He commanded the soldiers and moved them by himself. lifting objects.

"Oh!" Wang Lie yelled, "How can Mr. Shen touch such rough work, you are all itchy, aren't you?"

The soldiers were quite aggrieved.

The figure turned around, his simple clothes could not conceal his poetic, cold and noble temperament at all. Although he was dressed in the same way as the soldiers around him, ordinary people could tell at a glance that this person was extraordinary.

That was Shen Hexuan who had been away for three years. Compared with that year, he looked more stable and majestic. His straight waist and quiet eyes seemed to have integrated his steadfast and upright character into one hair, and he was completely integrated with him. .

When seeing Yan Sikong, Shen Hexuan frowned.

Yan Sikong took a step forward and bowed deeply: "Brother Shen, you will be well after a long absence."

Shen Hexuan hesitated for a moment, bowed his hands in return, and said calmly: "Everything is safe."

Yan Sikong straightened up, looked at Shen Hexuan, and was full of emotions in his heart: "I thought that I would never see Brother Shen again in this life, but I never expected... The mystery of this destiny is something that ordinary people like me can guess."

Shen Hexuan nodded: "I never thought that Mrs. Yan, who married a golden branch and a jade leaf, and enjoyed a high official salary in the capital, would come to this partial place."

Wang Lie's complexion changed slightly, he was extremely embarrassed.

Yan Sikong didn't mind at all, instead he said with a wry smile: "Brother Shen, don't mock me any more. In the past, you and I were ranked in the same list, entered the Imperial Academy together, and were editors together. We have been up and down for ten years, but now we are both demoted to seven. This decade is like a big dream, and when I wake up, I seem to have returned to the original place.”

Yan Sikong's words brought back Shen Hexuan's deepest memories. He remembered the years when they were together. The two were named on the gold list at the same time and became officials at the same time. They did call each other friends and told each other about their ambitions. Immediately, my heart was full of emotions, and my attitude softened a little, and I murmured: "Yeah, it's a big dream."

"Brother Shen, I have a lot to say to you, you and I should discuss the strategy of defeating the enemy together."

Wang Lie hurriedly said, "Master Shen, let me watch over here."

Shen Hexuan nodded: "Master Yan, please."

Shen Hexuan followed Yan Sikong back to the post house, his attendants had already prepared food and drinks, Yan Sikong invited him to sit down: "Brother Shen, haven't you eaten yet?"

Shen Hexuan was not polite either, he wolfed down a few big mouthfuls when he sat down, killed a steamed bun, filled his empty stomach a bit, and then slowed down.

Yan Sikong poured the wine, raised his glass and said, "Brother Shen, this glass of wine is to celebrate the reunion between you and me."

Shen Hexuan hesitated for a moment, clinked glasses with him and drank it all.

Yan Sikong filled up the wine again, Shen Hexuan pressed his hand: "No need, there are many things to do tomorrow, it is not suitable to drink."

Yan Sikong smiled: "Okay, it's okay if we replace wine with tea."

Shen Hexuan had an upright temperament, and finally couldn't help but said: "Did you receive the letter I gave you back then?"

"Received." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "It's really brilliant, like a giant pen, it hits people's hearts hard, I can still recite a few sentences."

"In that case, how else can you..." Shen Hexuan hesitated, "Are you thick-skinned or open-minded?"

Yan Sikong laughed loudly: "It's all, it's all, Brother Shen scolded you right and well, how could I blame Brother Shen?"

Shen Hexuan raised his eyebrows: "Although you were loyal to Xie Zhongren and destroyed the eunuchs with your own hands, you betrayed the sect back then, and these years, you have been greedy for power and helped the evildoers. How do you... justify yourself?"

"I won't defend myself, His Majesty has already punished me, and I deserve it." Yan Sikong stopped laughing, "Brother Shen taught me a very good lesson."

"You..." Shen Hexuan pointed at Yan Sikong, not knowing what to say.

Yan Sikong knew that a straight person like Shen Hexuan would not be able to understand him. If it were him, he would rather die than be at odds with evil and sycophants, but leave the name of innocence and loyalty to future generations, but he does whatever it takes to achieve his goals. Any fame, any glory, any dignity are all external things.

"Brother Shen, I turned my back on the eunuchs for revenge, for my teacher, for King Jingyuan, and for many loyal ministers and generals who were wronged and persecuted. , or even die, I am reluctant to part with my fame, fortune, glory and wealth, I am such a shallow and opportunistic person, I don't expect Brother Shen to understand."

Yan Sikong was so frank that Shen Hexuan had nothing to say. He was stunned for a long time before he could hold back a sentence: "You are really... How can there be someone like you? Do you know how people in the world talk about you? You really don't care. Is it? You don’t want to think about the history books of later generations, how to write about you?”

Yan Sikong's complexion was slightly gloomy, but he restrained Shen Hexuan from finding out. He said calmly, "I have long since ignored my reputation. Besides, isn't it too late to say this now? I always have the world and the people in my heart, If I can benefit all the people with my own power, maybe one day I will be able to surpass it with merit, and it won’t be all infamy in the history books.”

Shen Hexuan sighed deeply: "Perhaps, if you can really talk about surrendering Fengye, it would be a great achievement."

Mentioning this name, Yan Sikong's heart tightened: "I plan to go to the enemy's camp tomorrow. Brother Shen needs to tell me in detail what you know about the situation of the rebel army."

When it came to business, Shen Hexuan no longer dwelled on the past, and analyzed with Yan Sikong his battle with Fengye, the situation of the rebels he knew, Maoren, and even the offensive and defensive forces of the entire Qianzhou.

Although Shen Hexuan was a civil servant and only a small county magistrate, his understanding of the battle situation was actually deeper than that of Wang Lie. Everyone, guard this dangerous and weak city.

Before Fengye dispatched troops to Hetao, he expected that the biggest enemy would be Qianzhou City. He never thought that he would temporarily stop in Maoren County.However, neither Yan Sikong nor Shen Hexuan believed that Maoren could really stop Fengye. After the First World War, the soldiers in the city suffered heavy casualties. The food and grass in the city are limited, and the siege can be surrounded to death. The reason why Feng Ye stayed put was because he didn't pay attention to Mao Ren, and second, he was waiting for Yan Sikong.

The two talked all night and made plans for the drop.

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Although Yan Sikong almost stayed up all night, he got up early the next day. Today he will go to the enemy camp alone, and he will see Fengye, how can he sleep.

After dawn, he called his officers and soldiers and Wang Lie over, and told him what to do after he left, so what if he could come back as scheduled, so what if he couldn't, how Feng Ye treated him kindly, how to imprison him, how to kill him, what did he do with him? Shen Hexuan had already discussed everything, and finally told them that they would listen to Mr. Shen if they had anything to do.

The eight hundred cavalry that Yan Sikong took away from the garrison was named Feng Xiang. He offered to escort Yan Sikong twice, but was rejected by Yan Sikong: "I can only go alone. How can there be any envoys?" And with soldiers."

"But Lord Yan has a feud with Feng Ye, and I am worried that he will harm Lord Yan." Feng Xiang cupped his hands, "The general is ordered by the emperor to protect Lord Yan's safety, so I really can't rest assured."

"I also came here by the emperor's order. If you want to surrender the rebel army, my personal safety is nothing compared to it. Besides, since I dare to send an envoy to the enemy camp, I have my own self-protection strategy. General Feng doesn't have to worry about it." .”

Feng Xiang hesitated to speak, but finally gave up.

After Yan Sikong finished his explanation, he went to the stables, ignored the groom's dissuasion, and personally gave Zuihong a bath. After washing, Zuihong was left to dry in the sun, and his hair became scarlet and shiny. It is full of undercurrents and turbulent kingly spirit.

Looking around the world, only Feng Ye could afford such a horse.

After lunch, Yan Sikong changed into clean and neat white casual clothes, got on Zuihong, left Maoren without hesitation, and ran towards the Wolf King's camp without looking back.

With drunken footsteps, it was only thirty miles, and it didn't take long to arrive. Looking at the black and red Fengjialang flag from a distance, Yan Sikong was filled with emotion.

The first time I saw this majestic wolf flag was in Guangning, where Feng Jianping led the No. [-] army in the world, and the battle flag waving in the wind made his blood surge with enthusiasm when he was young, and his admiration was unspeakable. surface.

King Jingyuan has passed away, and the Feng family army has become a rebel army. To see this wolf flag again in his lifetime makes Yan Sikong almost cry.

Looking at the heavily guarded camp, Yan Sikong felt a little panic, and unconsciously tightened his hand holding the rein, Zuihong's speed slowed down, but did not stop, Yan Sikong closed his eyes, he knew He must not back down, he will not back down, he ran straight towards the camp.

Two miles away, Yan Sikong could see a sharp arrow protruding from the watchtower of the camp, and when he rode to the gate of the camp, the guard shouted: "Who is coming, get off your horse quickly."

Yan Sikong got off his horse and said in a loud voice: "I am Yan Sikong, the inspector of Qianzhou, and hereby present the wolf king's beloved horse Drunken Red, please see the wolf king."

The guard obviously knew that he was coming, and he was not surprised, and shouted: "Open the gate—"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, held his head high, his face solemn, and led Zui Hong to walk towards the camp step by step.

The surrounding soldiers were all attracted by the drunken and vigorous figure, the blood-red hair, and the noble aura, and whispered admiration.

The guard led Yan Sikong through the camp and walked towards the tent of the Chinese army. Along the way, Yan Sikong observed their camping, layout, formation, patrolling, battalion guarding, etc., and there were no mistakes. In war, camping is well-studied. Whether a general is capable or negligent, an expert can guess at a glance at the camp.

After all, it was a large camp of 6 to [-] people. Yan Sikong had been walking for a long time, and the Chinese army tent was still far away, but Zuihong seemed to have sensed something sensitively and began to get restless. Yan Sikong was able to hold it at first, But it became more and more restless, and finally began to struggle.

Yan Sikong pulled in the reins, and scolded: "Drunk red, don't make trouble, drunk red!"

The commandments in the barracks were strict, if the horses were allowed to run wild, how decent would it be? He guessed that Zui Hong was being looked down upon by these people.

The surrounding soldiers also felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, but this was Feng Ye's horse, and they didn't dare to face each other with spears and spears, so they had to hold Dunjia and surrounded Zui Hong in the middle.

Zui Hong ignored it and began to struggle hard.Perhaps the only thing it remembers is not to hurt Yan Sikong, otherwise it would have kicked him away. Yan Sikong has never really seen the power of Zuihong, at least he has not experienced it personally, but he also remembers that Feng Ye tried to tame it. , almost took the risk of being buried under the chaotic hooves, seeing that Zui Hong no longer listened to his orders, he was also thrown by Zui Hong's brute force and couldn't stand still, his palms were scorchingly painful from the reins, and he couldn't do it anymore. Unable to catch it, I had to watch it come out of my hand.

As soon as the reins were released, Zui Hong jumped up, flying more than a foot, turning into a stunning red glow, flying over the heads of the soldiers holding the armor, and rushing towards the tent of the central army at a high speed.

Yan Sikong was thrown away by him, but fortunately his foot was stable and he took root, otherwise he would be disgraced.It's just that if Zui Hong broke into the Chinese military tent like this, it would no longer be a matter of embarrassment, his scalp would explode.

Just when Zuihong was only a few steps away from the tent of the Chinese army, a man walked out of the tent of the Chinese army without haste, a tall and burly man in battle armor.

Yan Sikong's heart trembled violently, even though the distance was still far away and he couldn't see his face clearly, he knew who it was without hesitation.

The man rushed out suddenly, rushing towards Zuihong like the wind!

The surrounding soldiers shouted anxiously: "Wolf King!"

If Zuihong was rammed head-on, let alone a person, even an elephant would be shattered on the spot, but he went up to him without hesitation, and when he was less than ten feet away from Zuihong, he suddenly stepped down Sink, point your toes, stand up, and turn over neatly in the air.

The blood-red cloak danced wildly, like a bolt of lightning falling from the sky, or like a god descending into the world. Sitting on the back of a galloping horse, he grabbed the rein with one hand, pinched the horse's belly with his legs, and his drunken front hooves lifted off the ground. did not move.

The surrounding soldiers knelt on the ground, their faces full of mad worship.

Yan Sikong froze on the spot, looking at the Tianshan Horse King who had already calmed down, his swaying tail showed his joy and submission, completely different from the maniac just now, and with his back to the man sitting on the horse, he began to slowly Slowly, slowly turn the horse around.

Yan Sikong suffocated for breath, only feeling weak all over.

Feng Ye...

After three years of absence, Feng Ye, who is far away from each other, is right in front of him.

Not seeing each other for three years, Feng Ye has completely lost the youthful and childishness of a teenager, and has become a real, indomitable man. He is taller and taller than before. God, his eyes are as sharp as a sword and as cold as ice, and his face without a trace of fluctuation reveals a gloomy and chilling aura.

He is like a wolf lurking in the dark, staring at the prey with green eyes, waiting for an opportunity to pounce on him, and killed him with one blow. He is no longer the little prince of the past, he exudes the aura of domination like his father The angry commander-in-chief of the three armies, he is the wolf king.

Yan Sikong was unfamiliar with this kind of Feng Ye, and also felt afraid.The countless reunion scenes he imagined before coming here may not be staged. Feng Ye looked at him with no warmth and no emotion, just like watching a stranger trespassing on the enemy's camp. to tear him to pieces.

Feng Ye lightly clamped the horse's belly, and Zuihong walked towards Yan Sikong slowly with light steps under the guidance of her real master.

In the cool autumn season, the sweat on Yan Sikong's back has already soaked his clothes, and there is a shadow in his eyes, because Zuihong has already walked close.

Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong condescendingly, carefully, every inch of it, as if he was about to pierce his flesh and blood into his flesh and blood, making Yan Sikong hairy all over.

The surrounding soldiers did not even dare to breathe.

Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slipped up and down, calmed down, and called out: "Feng Ye..."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly: "You are so brave, call me by my first name?" His voice was low, with a heart-shattering oppressive force, without anger.

Yan Sikong felt short of breath, mixed feelings in his heart, he changed his words tremblingly: "His Royal Highness Wolf King."

Feng Ye grabbed the whip from the saddle, weighed it lightly in his hand, and suddenly swung it towards Yan Sikong with lightning speed.

Yan Sikong was shocked, although he could barely see the whip's whereabouts, but his body's reaction couldn't keep up, and it was too late to dodge, a winding black shadow hit his face like a snake, He closed his eyes subconsciously, and the next moment, he felt a pain in his neck, and the whip wrapped around his neck several times, biting his neck fiercely.

Yan Sikong grabbed the whip with both hands, and tried to breathe with his mouth wide open.

Feng Ye pulled the whip, and Yan Sikong was forced to be pulled over. His feet were almost off the ground, his head was raised, his eyes were round, his face was flushed red, and he stared at Feng Ye without blinking, suffocating pain It made him tremble all over.

Is the person in front of you Feng Ye?Is it Feng Ye who is gentle and doting on him, caring for him in every possible way, is it Feng Ye who ignores others but always smiles at him and treats him well? !

No, Fengye...

Feng Ye leaned down slightly, and said in a cold and soft voice: "It's very good that you bring it to your door yourself, it will save me from looking for you."

Feng Ye let go of the whip, and Yan Sikong fell to the ground, he said loudly: "Come on, lock this person up for me and wait for him to be punished!"

"Yes!"