The Blood Crown

After recovering from his illness, Yan Sikong calculated that he had stayed in the Wolf King's camp for six or seven days, and Qianzhou must be very anxious, but before he left, he had ordered that as long as there was no news of his death, he would not move.

He couldn't stay in his tent all day and feel sorry for himself, since he was sober, he had things to do when he was sober, so he decided to inspect the camp to see how the soldiers in Fengye were.

But as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he was stopped.

Wu Liuqi was on duty outside the gate, when he saw him, he cupped his hands and said, "Lord Yan, the wolf king has orders, you... can't leave the camp."

Yan Sikong frowned and said, "I've been bored for many days, but I just want to take a walk and get some air."

"The wolf king has an order..." Wu Liuqi wondered, "I dare not let you go."

Yan Sikong paused: "Where is General Que?"

"General Que has gone to pick up the rations."

Military rations... Yan Sikong vaguely remembered that in the prison that day, they said that Yuan Shaoxu was going to escort the food, could it be that he was going to meet Yuan Shaoxu?It seemed that he would see Yuan Shaoxu soon.

Although he has made up his mind not to defend himself anymore, if he still has a chance to prove who he is, he is not willing to let it go, even if Feng Ye doesn't believe him anyway, but if Yuan Nanyu can believe him, it is worth it He has a try.

He took a deep breath and asked, "But to meet General Yuan?"

"Exactly."

"In that case, come in and talk to me." He wanted to ask Wu Liuqi about Yuan Shaoxu's status in the Wolf King's army.

Wu Liuqi looked troubled.

"What? The wolf king is still alive?"

Wu Liuqi said respectfully: "The wolf king said, said..."

"Say what?" Yan Sikong emphasized his tone.

He is a person who has seen the world, and he has a city in his heart. How can this kind of mud-legged kid from the countryside be able to resist him? You have recovered, and no one needs to take care of you, and I am not allowed to talk to you."

Yan Sikong felt cold, but Feng Ye had guarded against him so far.He snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves fiercely, turned around and returned to the tent.

During lunch and dinner that day, he didn't move a mouthful. As a last resort, Wu Liuqi had no choice but to report to Feng Ye.

After a day of hunger, Feng Ye appeared, looking at Yan Sikong who was lying in front of the desk and reading a book quietly, his heart suddenly became angry, and he said coldly: "Yan Sikong, when did you become so stupid?" , threaten me with a hunger strike?"

"I'm not on a hunger strike." Yan Sikong turned a page of the book in his hand, without raising his head, and said flatly, "It's just that eating alone can't help being lonely, and you lose your appetite."

"You want me to accompany you to dinner?"

Yan Sikong laughed mockingly: "How dare you bother the wolf king, I have no appetite when you are here."

"Do you want to see Que Wang?" Feng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you think I will let him be alone with you again and again, and then be deceived by your sweet words? Stop dreaming, without my permission, he will never see you again .”

"We are brothers, even if he believes me, there is nothing wrong with it."

"You are not brothers." Feng Ye approached a few steps, "You are neither connected by blood, nor have you been sympathetic to each other, and you have no 'brothers' who have committed crimes and let brothers take the blame. He will not believe you, but I will not let you either. Another chance to use him."

Anger flashed in Yan Sikong's eyes: "I grew up with him, please compare your siblings, you won't let him see me, why are you!"

"Because I am the wolf king." Feng Ye walked up to Yan Sikong, squatted down, and stared at him coldly. Through the most tormented time of my life, he is my Sikong."

"You, er, si, kong." Yan Sikong paused every word, his heart clenched. Looking at Feng Ye's cold and domineering expression, he suddenly felt a chill penetrate into his bone marrow. He said in a trembling voice, "Feng Ye, Could it be that you treat him..."

Feng Ye savored the fear on Yan Sikong's face, and was extremely pleased. He didn't comment, and sneered: "He is different from you."

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's skirt and said sharply, "Yuan Shaoxu is back, does he dare to confront me?!"

"How could he not dare." Feng Ye crossed Yan Sikong's waist with his long arms, grabbed him firmly, and forced him into his arms, his breathing became heavy, "When he comes back, you will see him right away." he."

Yan Sikong pressed his hands into fists against his chest, the fear of that night came back to his heart, he stared straight at Feng Ye: "You...what do you want..."

"You are my captive, and I am the person you swore to be your lifelong servant, whether it is this tent or your body." Feng Ye lifted his chin frivolously, "I can visit anytime, without reporting to you Prepare."

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's wrist, he had regained his strength, but he was not so easy to deal with.

The two looked at each other, sharp sparks collided in the air, mixed with surging hostility, Feng Ye finally let go of Yan Sikong, and said maliciously: "Lonely eating alone? I will find you a companion. "

Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye's back until he disappeared into the camp, and then he collapsed on the ground with a layer of cold sweat dripping down his body.

When Yuan Nanyu was mentioned just now, Feng Ye's attitude made him puzzled. Up to now, he couldn't tell whether it was "Si Kong" or him who was tempted by Feng Ye at the beginning. Nan Yu...

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, pretending that he was thinking wildly, and he didn't want to study it further.

-

Yan Sikong soon knew what companion Feng Ye had found for him.

At the beginning of night, he was in the camp when he heard a commotion outside, the soldiers shouted in fear or excitement, Yan Sikong stood up curiously, and wanted to open the curtain door to have a look.

But as soon as he got closer to the curtain door, the noise outside instantly quieted down, almost becoming silent. Through the tent, Yan Sikong felt a dangerous aura that penetrated to the marrow of his bones. It was warning him that there was something outside that could threaten his life.

Then, he heard a dull snort, it was not a human, but a beast!

The curtain door was opened, and Yan Sikong couldn't help stepping back, a gray-black, huge wolf head came in, the blue-white and gray-colored single eye glowed faintly in the darkness, and the black and moist nose Underneath, a row of sharp white fangs protruded slightly along with the twitching cheeks, which was enough to scare people until their legs went limp.

It got into the tent completely, shaking its thick hair, and its huge body made the tent narrow and crowded, as if everything was within its stomach.

Yan Sikong stared blankly at the giant wolf in front of him, and called softly: "... Hun'er."

Feng Hun sized up Yan Sikong, raised his big paw, and walked towards him step by step.

Yan Sikong retreated step by step, he swallowed desperately, but couldn't suppress the tension in his heart, after so many years, this real wolf king, do you still remember him?If, if I don't remember...

One man, one wolf, just retreated to the edge of the camp, until Yan Sikong's back touched the tent, and there was no way to retreat, so he had no choice but to stop. He looked at Fenghun, his forehead was covered with fine sweat.

Feng Hun walked up to Yan Sikong, sat on his knees with his hind legs bent, his waist straightened, looking at Yan Sikong with that cold single eye, as if he was waiting for something.

When Fenghun was kneeling, they were almost the same height, and the mouth full of fangs was right in front of Yan Sikong's face. It smells really bad.

Feng Hun finally got impatient, he hit Yan Sikong's chest hard with his head, then lay down on his stomach, and stopped talking to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong immediately vented all his strength, heaved a sigh of relief, Feng Hun remembered him, this was a gesture of kindness to him... let's count it as a gesture of goodwill.

Yan Sikong sat down on the ground, touched Fenghun's head: "Hun'er, you still remember me."

Fenghun let out a muffled snort from his nose.

"I went to the mountains to look for you back then, several times..." Yan Sikong stroked the rough hair and sighed, "I also rode a drunken red to look for you, don't you like to play with it? It seems that at that time, you had already left, fortunately you left..."

Sealing the soul and humming softly.

Yan Sikong lay on Feng Hun's body, burying his face in the warm and thick hair, recalling that he and Feng Ye were drinking and chatting on the giant wolf as their pillows, and they both fell drunk and took a nap under the big locust tree, or Walking together on Jingshan Mountain to enjoy the spring, staying warm next to it in the cave sheltering from the rain, and under the setting sun, they rode Zuihong together. It flew down from the mountain and galloped on the grassland with them.

Feng Ye's innocent, bright, carefree smile broke into his mind unexpectedly, which immediately made his heart ache.

If life is only as it was at first sight.

He closed his eyes, with tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, his hands clenched the hair of Sealing Soul, trying to absorb the warmth that he could not find from a beast.

Feng Ye, have you seen that even Feng Hun knows me...

-

No matter why Fengye asked Fenghun to accompany Yan Sikong, or just to monitor him, he was happy because of Fenghun's appearance.In his life, he spent most of his life walking on the tip of a knife, and his head was lost in the slightest carelessness. Every day may be the anniversary of his death for the rest of his life. Therefore, after seeing an old friend for a long time—even if the "old person" is not human—he Also pleased.

However, after spending two days with Feng Hun, he ushered in his old friend whom he never wanted to see again in his life, but now he had to see again——Yuan Shaoxu.

Yuan Shaoxu was reused by Feng Ye because of Yuan Nanyu, and now he has a little prestige among the rebels.

Yan Sikong understands why Yuan Shaoxu told this lie, for someone as ambitious as Yuan Shaoxu, but with mediocre qualifications, his official career was ruined due to his father's unjust death, and he even had to leave his hometown and hide his name, wasting more than ten years of his life, Finally had a chance to feel proud, how could I not seize it firmly.If he follows the right person, Fengye will really have the day when he becomes the master of the capital, and what is waiting for him is the title of marquis and noble, honoring his ancestors.

Although Yuan Shaoxu never gave him a good face when he was young and kicked him out of the house, he never complained about the great kindness of the Yuan family, but Yuan Shaoxu treated him like this, I am afraid that even the slightest bit of brotherhood I don't care about love anymore.