The Blood Crown

In his drowsiness, Yan Sikong kept having nightmares, and he didn't wake up until the afternoon of the next day.

After waking up, he found that he was no longer in a prison cell, but in a small military tent. He had also been wiped and cleaned, and changed into dry clothes.

Thinking of what happened before he fell into a coma, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, wishing he could break through the shackles of his flesh and jump out of the body, his chest heaved forcefully, his breath was short of breath, he grasped the quilt weakly with both hands, and forcibly calmed down the next wave after wave pain.

Up to this moment, he couldn't believe for sure whether those things were also a nightmare, did Feng Ye really hate him that much?Is Yu'er really still alive?Over the years, he has seen Yu'er in dreams many times, but when he wakes up, it's like stepping off a cliff, just falling into deeper despair.

But this dream was too real, too deep-rooted, for him not to believe it.

It's just that what he never imagined in his dreams was that Yu'er was still alive, but he was not as ecstatic as he imagined.The way he and Feng Ye looked at him, and the words they uttered in their mouths, were like thousands of arrows piercing their hearts...

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, he was too tired, he would rather continue to sleep than wake up to face this troubled world.Even when he was besieged on all sides, he never thought of giving up, but at this moment, he had the idea of ​​letting go of everything.

It turns out that the enemy's swords and swords are no match for the words of the loved ones.

In his whole life, it seems that he has never lived for himself, but now he has almost ended up with "himself".

He just felt ashamed.

After a while, someone entered the military tent, Yan Sikong's heart tightened, but after seeing that the person who came was the pawn who guarded him the day before yesterday, his heart was temporarily relieved.

Seeing that he was awake, the pawn hurriedly put down the food and soup in his hands, and came over with a very respectful attitude: "Is your lord feeling better?"

Yan Sikong looked at the pawn quietly, his scalp felt numb, and after a long while, he said, "How old are you, what's your name, where are you from?" His voice was still hoarse, his throat seemed to be worn like a fire stick , burning pain.

"The little one is eighteen this year, and his name is Wu Liuqi, a native of Changde." He helped Yan Sikong up, and poured him a glass of water, "Master, please drink first."

Yan Sikong held it in his hand, but didn't move.

... When he reunited with Feng Ye, so did Feng Ye.He is already an adult at this age, but he is still childish. He can't forget Feng Ye's arrogant appearance that day, like the newly rising sun, shining on everything around him indulgently and unreservedly.

Feng Ye was right, he was too young at that time to be obsessed with himself, but now that he has grown up, he is naturally sober.

But who was his childhood sweetheart when he was young? Was he really ignorant?Perhaps, he just didn't want the "Yan Sikong" in his mind to be himself...

Looking at Wu Liuqi's pure and bright eyes, Yan Sikong raised his hand stiffly and took a sip of water.

"My lord, please finish your meal. After you finish your meal, take some medicine." Wu Liuqi moved the low stool to the front of the couch.

"Go out, I'll eat later."

"But..." Wu Liuqi wondered, "It's up to you to eat the small ones."

Yan Sikong shook his head feebly: "Go out."

Wu Liuqi hesitated for a moment, then withdrew.

Yan Sikong stared blankly at the front where there was nothing, and his mind was blank. He even forgot the purpose of coming here for a moment.

Not long after, the curtain door was opened again, a gust of autumn wind poured into the tent, it was chilly, if it was a soldier or a small official, he would not dare to open the curtain door so recklessly, Yan Sikong took a deep breath, and slowly turned his face away Go, it is still covered with a mask - Yuan Nanyu.

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu, his eyes couldn't help getting hot, but he had restrained his emotions.

Yuan Nanyu sat in front of the couch, glanced at the untouched food and said, "Why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Yan Sikong wasn't hypocritical, he really didn't feel hungry, probably because a feeling of emptiness invaded his whole body, and the empty stomach was nothing.

"Eat even if you're not hungry," Yuan Nanyu said, "No matter what, you don't have to spoil your body, it won't be like you."

"Which one looks like me?" Yan Sikong chuckled, "If you don't remember me, how would you know which one is me?"

Yuan Nanyu lowered his head and was silent for a moment: "In the past few years, we have been secretly watching your every move."

"Oh, that's me I heard from other people."

"Isn't that what they said?" Yuan Nanyu frowned, "You have avenged your father, and you should make amends for the evil you have done before. You have already stated your own crimes, so do you still want to refute them?"

"I have nothing to refute." Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu, his eyes were full of bitterness, "How do you plan to deal with a person who does evil like me?" He couldn't help thinking, if Yu'er was still Yu'er, he would definitely understand his...

"Don't worry, the wolf king won't kill you. Even if you don't come, we will try to lure the Datong army to surrender. Our purpose is the same, and you are very important."

"It's a pity that you wolf king said it himself, and you won't believe me any more." Yan Sikong mocked, "How does he plan to make the best use of me?"

"He has his own distinction." Yuan Nanyu picked up his job bowl, "You just contracted a cold, and your body is weak. After a few days of recuperation, take the decoction on time. Now eat your food first."

Yan Sikong grabbed his wrist, pressed it down, stared into his eyes and said: "You only saw the eldest brother, did you see the eldest sister and mother?"

Yuan Nanyu sighed and shook his head: "Big brother joined us half a year ago, and we were able to reunite, but at that time, the battle was in full swing, and I led an army, how could I escape, now it is thousands of miles away, I don't know When will I be able to get away and go see the previous one?"

"Brother didn't like me since I was a child, but sister won't lie to you." Yan Sikong grabbed Yuan Nanyu's wrist and tightened secretly, "Do you dare to send a letter to elder sister to ask the truth about that year? "

Yuan Nanyu stared blankly at Yan Sikong, and after a while, said: "Okay, I will send the letter today."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, a gleam of hope rose in his heart, he tremblingly said: "Yu'er, take off the mask, let me...see you."

Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice, "Don't call me Yu'er."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists.

"If you want to be Yan Sikong, just be Yan Sikong. To me, both Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu are unfamiliar names. I don't care, but don't call me Yu'er. I listen to you." If it’s awkward, just call me Que Wang.”

Yan Sikong felt pain in his heart, so he had to let out a soft "hmm".

Yuan Nanyu removed the mask.

Yan Sikong quietly stared at this handsome face that was very similar to his own, then stretched out his hand, and slowly stroked the tattoo on his forehead.

Prisoners who were sent into exile in this dynasty were all tortured with black ink. On the smooth and full forehead, there was a word "Prisoner" impressively tattooed, but now it looks very shallow.

Yuan Nanyu said calmly: "Master prepared a pair of plaster for me back then. I have to apply it every night before going to sleep. It has been applied for more than ten years, so it is so light that it can be covered by disguised makeup, but it is impossible. Completely disappeared, so I will cover up on weekdays."

"Is your master treating you well?"

"When Master was mentioned, Yuan Nanyu's eyes softened, and he smiled faintly: "I was naughty when I was young, and I was always beaten, but although Master is strict, he treats me very well. "

"That's good." Yan Sikong said sadly, "That's good."

He suddenly thought about it a lot. Yuan Nanyu's life may be the greatest gift in his life. He was willing to exchange his life for Yuan Nanyu's life. Now that they are not only alive, but also meet again, what more can he expect? Woolen cloth?

As for Fengye... There is no destiny, so why force it?

Under Yuan Nanyu's urging, Yan Sikong took a few mouthfuls of food and drank the medicine.

Yuan Nanyu probed his forehead: "It's still a little hot, it will be fine in a few days, and I will eat on time in the future. I am busy with military affairs, so I can't come to see you every day."

"If I don't eat, can I see you every day?"

"You..." Yuan Nanyu was speechless.

"I miss you very much." Yan Sikong looked deeply at Yuan Nanyu, his eyes were red, "I have been thinking of you for 17 years."

Looking at the sadness on Yan Sikong's face, Yuan Nanyu felt palpitations. That expression really didn't look like a fake, but he had to guard against this person. He pursed his lips, grabbed the mask and covered his face to conceal his emotions , "I will come to see you when I find time."

Yan Sikong sighed deeply.

Yuan Nanyu walked a few steps, then turned around and said, "Don't disobey the wolf king, he is a natural general, he orders and forbids, and what he says is the same, don't ask for trouble."

Yan Sikong sneered: "No one in this world knows him better than me."

"...He has become more violent and ruthless over the years. I'm afraid he is not the one you knew back then."

Yan Sikong fell silent.

He has already seen the current Feng Ye, so why does he need Yuan Nanyu to remind him.

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After taking the medicine, Yan Sikong felt drowsy again, so he lay back on the couch again.In fact, it was just an ordinary cold and fever, and it would not make him so weak as a person who practiced martial arts all year round. This kind of weakness came more from the qi and blood, and he didn't want to move a finger. There seems to be no purpose for getting better.

As night fell, cold winds blew against the military tents. Wu Liuqi was afraid that Yansi would be cold, so he lit a charcoal fire early. He stood by the charcoal fire, yawning again and again.

Yan Sikong was half asleep and half awake when suddenly a gust of cold wind came in, like a sharp sword piercing through the warm air, causing him to tremble from the cold, and he suddenly woke up. The figure, wrapped in the cold air outside the tent, almost blocked the entire tent door.

Yan Sikong woke up completely

Wu Liuqi also woke up like a dream. Seeing someone coming, he hurriedly knelt on the ground: "The wolf king atones, the wolf king atones."

Since Feng Ye stepped into the tent, a pair of wolf eyes have been staring at Yan Sikong, he waved his hand, and said coldly: "Go down."

Wu Liuqi kowtowed and hurried out.

Yan Sikong sat up from the couch, looking at Feng Ye who was walking towards him step by step, his heart tightened suddenly.

As Feng Ye approached, Yan Sikong smelled a smell of alcohol, which made him even more nervous. He didn't know when it started, he felt unfamiliar with Feng Ye, and also felt afraid.

He suddenly realized that he could hardly find the shadow of that boy in this cold, cruel, and gloomy wolf king. How could he brazenly think that he knew this person?

Feng Ye sat on the edge of the bed. Yan Sikong needed great concentration to restrain the emotions on his face, but he couldn't help but leaned back, which still exposed him.

Feng Ye curled his lips slightly: "Are you afraid of me?"

Yan Sikong said expressionlessly: "My head is in your hands, shouldn't you be afraid?"

"Stop pretending." Feng Ye sneered, "You know I can't kill you, kill you, who will help me command the Datong Army." While speaking, he moved closer, his eyes sizing up Yan Sikong presumptuously, It's like watching prey in your own cage.

Yan Sikong was so oppressed by that domineering aura that he almost couldn't breathe. In the past three years, what exactly did Fengye go through...

Feng Ye suddenly pinched his chin: "Que Wang came to see you, and turned around and advised me not to embarrass you, Yan Sikong, when it comes to buying people's hearts, you are simply unmatched. You are from."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "What did you call me? You forgot that you said it yourself last night, am I not Yan Sikong?"

"Of course you are not Yan Sikong, but you have held this name for more than ten years, how can you tell everyone to change their mouths now? Besides, a name is just a name after all." Feng Yehan said, "Even if you use this name, it is still a success. Without him, and I will never be fooled by you again."

Yan Sikong's eyes were bloodshot, if it was normal or someone else, he was so eloquent, he would definitely discuss this matter with Feng Ye, but now he doesn't want to refute, firstly, he is completely disappointed Second, he has already figured it out, Feng Ye won't listen to it, because Feng Ye has already confirmed the matter from the bottom of his heart, only he is a "complete liar" and a fake Yan Sikong, can Feng Ye be deceived by himself Find a reason, find an outlet for your resentment.

It doesn't matter whether he is Yan Sikong or Yuan Nanyu, the important thing is that Feng Ye hates him and hopes that he is fake.

He couldn't argue with a hundred words, so why bother?

Seeing that Yan Sikong didn't speak, Feng Ye became more and more angry. He squeezed the graceful jaw: "But how much benefit have you gained from me by relying on the identity of 'Yan Sikong'? I will make you the same Return the land!"

Yan Sikong felt pain in his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want me to pay back? My vengeance has been avenged, and I have no regrets. Take this cheap life with you!"

A hint of ferocity flashed across Feng Ye's face, he suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's loose black hair, forced him to raise his head, blocked his lips heavily, and kissed those soft lips violently and passionately.

Yan Sikong's eyes were wide open, and he reached out to push Feng Ye's chest, but he was so weak that he couldn't shake Feng Ye's mountain-like body at all, he could only be pushed open by that domineering tongue, and drove straight in, viciously sucking.

Feng Ye was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time, greedily tasting the taste in his mouth, the kiss made Yan Sikong dizzy, and he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

When the two separated, Yan Si was out of breath. On her pale face, a pair of slightly swollen lips were extraordinarily bright red and alluring. Those cloudy eyes, frail figure, and angry expression that couldn't speak , all completely aroused the animal nature in Feng Ye's body, making him just want to ravage severely.

"You..." Yan Si's breath was unsteady, and he was intimidated by the burst of desire in Feng Ye's eyes.

Feng Ye's slender fingertips gently brushed Yan Sikong's cheek: "I heard that Xi'er is pregnant, how many months?"

Yan Sikong didn't dare to move, the hand that was stroking him tenderly seemed to be licking his wolf's tongue.

"Tell me, it's been a few months."

"...Me and her are not what you think."

"Not what I thought?" Feng Ye looked at the red marks on Yan Sikong's slender and white neck from being strangled by the horsewhip, and couldn't help recalling the delicate feeling when he held the neck last night. He wanted to suppress his chest and run wildly Otherwise, he might devour this person into his stomach!

Yan Sikong trembled: "Feng Ye, what exactly do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Feng Ye forcefully pushed Yan Sikong down on the bed, leaned over and forced him into him, "I want to do what I've been thinking about for four years. How did you want to die when you were in my crotch? , can a woman satisfy you?"

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "You...you and I have come to such a place, are you still thinking about this?"

"Why not? Back then you swore on your father, you were born to be my Fengye's man, and died to be my Fengye's ghost. Even if you marry wives and concubines, and have many children and grandchildren, you are still mine!" Fengye revealed With a chilling smile, "Besides, you have only this kind of benefit to me."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong put his hands on Feng Ye's chest, "You've been drinking, calm down!"

"I'm very sober. I've been drunk on you for so many years, and I finally woke up." Feng Ye showed his white fangs with a smile, "In order to win me over, you even opened your legs to me like a prostitute. You Didn't he use any means to achieve his goal, what are he pretending to do now!" Feng Ye tore open Yan Sikong's skirt.

Yan Sikong's heart was in pain, and he slapped hard on the face that once made him love and miss him day and night.

Feng Ye didn't dodge, he turned his face slightly, showing a trace of cruelty, he held Yan Sikong firmly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "I heard that people with fever are also very hot there, insert it It’s especially refreshing to go, and I’ve always wanted to try it.”

Yan Sikong's eyes were full of pain.

Who turned Fengye into this?

is it him……