The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong was imprisoned in a cell in the big camp. It was said to be a cell, but it was actually just a military tent, but all the torture instruments were available. He shackled his feet and curled up in a corner. There were guards inside and outside the military tent.

Yan Sikong calmed down, stretched out his hand to touch his neck, the delicate flesh had already been scratched, he still felt tingling when he touched it lightly with his fingertips, he remembered Feng Ye's cold eyes when he tightened his neck, even though The whip was no longer around his neck, and he still felt suffocated.

Feng Ye hated him.If he was lucky before meeting Feng Ye, but now it is gone, Feng Ye really hates him.

Feng Ye should really hate him, he lied to Feng Ye many times, if he had gone with Feng Ye back then, what would happen now?It's a pity that in life, there is no word "if". He is sad, he is sad, and he has nothing to do.

After dark, there was the sound of drums and music in the camp, presumably Feng Ye was holding a feast to celebrate the lost horse.

After Yan Sikong was thrown here, no one took care of him. After a long time, he was hungry, but seeing the soldiers guarding him in the camp also kept looking out absent-mindedly, he must be greedy for alcohol.

Even so, he didn't move a single step, which showed the strictness of the Fengye military order.

Yan Sikong stared at him for a while, then said calmly: "I'm hungry, aren't you hungry?"

The pawn took a look at Yan Sikong: "Someone will replace me in a while." He was only sixteen or seventeen years old, with innocent and bright eyes, who was the son of someone who went to the battlefield of life and death at such a young age.

"I'm an envoy of Dasheng, and I'm your wolf king's sister-in-law. You can't starve me." He wasn't hungry enough to beg for food, but he just wanted to use this pawn to find out the situation.

The pawn hesitated for a moment: "I...then I'll ask."

"The wolf king said that this person is cunning by nature, like a two-legged wild fox. Don't talk to him. Didn't you listen?" A clear voice sounded from outside the tent. , he is tall and straight, with an extraordinary appearance, but his face is covered with a black mask, which covers it from mouth to top.

Several guards knelt down on one knee: "See General Que."

The person called General Que was holding a tea tray with wine and vegetables in his hand. He waved his hand: "We are all waiting outside the tent."

"Yes."

Yan Sikong looked at General Que, he was scratching his stomach to recall the voice, he was sure where he had heard it before.

General Que squatted down, and placed the tea tray at Yan Sikong's feet: "Lord Yan, are you hungry?"

Yan Sikong had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly remembered: "It's you! Three years ago in the capital..."

He was the masked man in black back then, who had followed him and diverted his pursuers away, and later left with Feng Ye... Who the hell is this person, who has followed Feng Ye to this day?

"Master Yan has a good memory." General Que suddenly moved a little closer, his sharp eyes hidden behind the mask carefully observed Yan Sikong's face, with a focused look as if he wanted to see every hair on his face clearly .

Yan Sikong was shocked by him: "Who are you, why did you follow me back then, and why did you save me?"

"The wolf king said that Mr. Yan is from Liaodong, why doesn't he have a local accent?"

"If you want me to answer your question, why don't you answer mine first."

General Que said coldly: "Master Yan is now a prisoner, there is no room for bargaining."

"……changed."

General Que was silent for a moment: "It's easy to change your accent, but it's hard to change your background."

"General Que is talking about me, or yourself? Why is it that you are already in front of me, but you dare not tell me your name, and you dare not show your true colors?" Yan Sikong deliberately provoked him, "Could it be that General Que has done this?" What shameful thing?"

General Que sneered: "My single name is the word 'forget'. Forget it. As for the face, it is indeed ugly and terrifying, so it is inconvenient to show it to others."

"Que Wang..." Yan Sikong had no impression of this name. Que is an uncommon surname. He had never even had any communication with people with the surname Que. He asked, "Who the hell are you!"

"To Lord Yan, I am probably a person who does not want to meet, but to me, Lord Yan is a person who must be seen."

Yan Sikong suddenly slashed at Que Wang's mask with his hand, Que Wang was unprepared, he was stunned for a moment, his speed was extremely fast, blocking the air, Yan Sikong's other hand also came up, the two of them were separated However, three moves were quickly passed within a distance of one body. At the most dangerous time, Yan Sikong's fingertips had already hooked to the edge of the mask, and was caught by Que Wang again. Que Wang suddenly stood up and turned Yan Sikong's arm It was screwed to the back and pressed to the ground.

The mask wobbled and was about to fall off, Que Wang hastily straightened it up with his other hand.

Because the two moved too much, the tea tray was overturned, and the wine and vegetables were scattered all over the floor.

Que Wang's chest rose and fell, obviously angry, he quietly exerted force on Yan Sikong's hand, and Yan Sikong let out a painful groan.

Que Wang let go of him angrily: "You really can't relax for a moment!"

Yan Sikong stroked his sore arm: "Since you have to see me, what are you still hiding?"

"Once the Wolf King gives permission, I will let you know who I am." Que Wang said coldly, "I'm afraid you won't want to know when the time comes."

Yan Sikong squinted his eyes: "What kind of a hero is he?" He glanced at the tea tray, "Bring me some more food."

Que Wang said angrily: "Be hungry." After speaking, he walked away.

After Que Wang left, Yan Sikong kicked the tea tray away, and let out a low growl in his throat. Under the current situation, he was already extremely irritable, and the person surnamed Que came to tease him... sooner or later he would Look, who is this Que Wang, and what is wrong with him!

This place is close to the northwest, and the climate is very different between day and night. In early autumn, it is very cool when there is sunshine, but it is bitingly cold after nightfall.Yan Sikong wrapped his clothes tightly, wrapped his arms around himself, curled up on the pile of straw and shivered, hunger and fatigue invaded, but he was upset and couldn't fall asleep because he didn't know what was waiting for him tomorrow.

He was looking forward to seeing Fengye soon, at least he had to explain clearly to Fengye that the Feng family's army trespassed on the mountain and sea hunting grounds back then had nothing to do with him, but he was also afraid of seeing Fengye, he was afraid that Fengye would no longer believe it Any word he said, that cold, strange look in his eyes caused him more torment than this cold night.

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Opening his eyes again, it was already dawn, Yan Sikong didn't remember when he fell asleep, he just curled up all night, his whole body was sore, his head was still a little dizzy, his stomach was screaming from hunger, he stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, A little hot, could it be because of the cold and fever?

Yan Sikong stood up, the pawn in the tent was yesterday's pawn, seeing that Yan Sikong woke up, he brought a bowl from the side and put it at Yan Sikong's feet: "Eat."

Yan Sikong looked down, it was just a bowl of cold gruel, nothing else, he looked at the tea tray kicked over by him, the meat and vegetables were spilled on the ground, no one cleaned it up, he regretted it, at least he should have eaten it yesterday A full meal.

He lived on the street when he was a child, and he knew how terrible it was to be hungry. Whenever he was hungry, he would recall all kinds of unbearable memories, so no matter how busy he was on weekdays, he never let himself be hungry. Now it is really uncomfortable.

He picked up the bowl and drank up the porridge, which was better than nothing.

After eating, Yan Sikong looked at the pawn again: "Have you had wine yesterday?" As soon as he opened his mouth, he froze for a moment, his voice was hoarse, his throat was dry and sore, it seemed that he was really sick.

The pawn also glanced at him, but didn't say anything, obviously he didn't dare to talk to Yan Sikong anymore after being reprimanded by Que Wang last night.

Yan Sikong moved his numb hands and feet: "Then why is Que Wang wearing a mask all the time? Is it too ugly to dare to see people?"

The pawn did not speak.

"That's right, even your wolf king dare not come to see me, let alone a dog under his command."

"Don't talk nonsense." The pawn couldn't help cursing, "Wolf King will see you if he wants to see you, and he won't see you if he doesn't want to see you."

"Then when will he see me?"

"...I don't know." The pawn simply turned around and stopped looking at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong was tired and slumped on the pile of straw, he didn't even bother to open his eyelids.

After waiting for an unknown amount of time, someone was pulling him, and he suddenly opened his eyes. It was already night, and by the dim light, he saw that it was two guards who had come. They dragged him from the ground and tied him up. On the rack.

Yan Sikong's heart felt cold, Feng Ye wanted to torture him...?

He didn't struggle, and he didn't have the strength to struggle. He just felt hot and cold in his body, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He was tied up with a cross, and all the guards withdrew, including those on duty outside the door. He stared at the door of the military tent, his heart beating gradually.

After a while, a tall figure appeared as expected, Yan Sikong's pupils shrank, and he looked deeply at Feng Ye.

Feng Ye reached out and lowered the curtain door of the military tent, and walked in slowly.

The distance between the two people was less than ten feet, and their four eyes met in the air. Just one glance sparked the sparks of memories. People who were once intimate are now entangled with grievances and resentments. .

Yan Sikong's heart ached suddenly, and it was difficult to resist the sudden surge of grief. He really wanted to know what Feng Ye was thinking at this time, and whether he was also heartbroken like him.

With a cold face and no emotion, Feng Ye looked Yan Sikong up and down.

Yan Sikong's lips trembled, not wanting to lose the wind, and asked in a normal tone: "You want to starve me to death if you only have a bowl of porridge after being locked up for two days?"

Feng Ye raised his chin slightly: "Que Wang kindly gave you food and drink, but you attacked him. You always do this. You will double the use of whoever treats you well."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "I just want to know who he is, why do you bother to be mysterious, if there is any grudge, just tell him to come and avenge it."

"Revenge?" A stern look flashed across Feng Ye's face, and he said coldly, "What you owe him will never be repaid in your lifetime."

"What the hell do I owe him!"

"What you owe him, we will discuss later." Feng Ye slowly walked up to Yan Sikong, his tall figure enveloped him, and he said coldly, "What you owe me, I will settle with you now."