The Blood Crown

After taking down Maoren, Fengye didn't give Qianzhou a chance to mobilize troops for help, and after a little rectification, he asked Yuan Nanyu to lead the troops to surround Qianzhou.

In addition to the [-] soldiers Yu Shenglang brought from Datong, Qianzhou City now has less than [-] troops, and the food road has been cut off.However, Qianzhou also has the advantages of Qianzhou. First, the terrain is high and thick. If you want to fight against the wilderness, you have to fight with your head up, which is very unfavorable. Take the risk to defend, resolutely not to fight, and there is nothing you can do about Fengye.

The method of using troops is to encircle them if they are ten, to attack them if they are five, and to divide them when they are twice as large. Now Fengye has integrated the three counties of Qianzhou and the Fengjia army, with a strength of nearly [-], four times that of Qianzhou, barely enough However, regardless of whether the city can be breached or not, the damage will inevitably be heavy, and the siege for a year will consume too much.

Now it seems that the best strategy is to lure Qianzhou out of the city to fight, and the best strategy is to defeat Qianzhou from within, and this is exactly what Yan Sikong has prepared in advance.

A few days after Qianzhou was besieged, news came from Datong that Chahar had surrendered to the imperial court, but it was too late. , Feng Ye wouldn't even give them a chance to set up camp, and would definitely wait for work and wipe them out in one fell swoop. Everyone knew that Xue Ronggui would not dare to rush to die.

After a few days of stalemate, Qianzhou sent envoys to negotiate again, and they were entertained by Feng Ye with good wine and food, but they were sent back without even seeing Feng Ye's face.

Qianzhou couldn't figure out Feng Ye's thoughts, and also heard that Yan Sikong was under house arrest, so he didn't dare to act rashly, and only planned to stick to it.

Feng Ye neither persuaded to surrender nor provoked, and sent people to train troops outside Qianzhou every day to show them the bravery and warlikeness of the Feng family's army. People are afraid, after all, he just took advantage of the night to surprise Maoren, and now people can't help but suspect that he is deliberately acting to paralyze Qianzhou, making the Qianzhou guards even more serious.

The plan of Fengye and Yan Sikong is to hang Qianzhou on the air, which shows that Fengye intends to besiege the city for a long time and is not in a hurry to fight a war. This will make Qianzhou even more worried, and then send Yan Sikong back to Qianzhou, secretly Instigated rebellion against Yu Shenglang, but took the city without bloodshed.

But as soon as winter came, the envoy from Qianzhou came again. Feng Ye was secretly happy, thinking that Qianzhou could no longer sit on the stool, but he didn't expect that the envoy came to deliver a letter, and what he sent was a letter from Yan Sikong's family , took the opportunity to meet Yan Sikong.

Feng Ye asked his subordinates to accept the letter, entertained the envoys, and sent them back again, but this time he brought a message and asked Emperor Zhaowu to grant him Hetao as a fief, and he agreed to Zhao'an.

Holding Yan Sikong's family letter, Feng Ye went back to the post house, opened the door of Yan Sikong's room loudly, and all the guards retreated sensibly.

There is no one else who can drive straight in like this, except Feng Ye, and Yan Si didn't raise his head, just staring at the scroll in his hand, and said indifferently: "I have seen the wolf king."

Feng Ye threw the things on the table.

Yan Sikong took a glance: "What is this?"

"Your letter from home was sent from Qianzhou."

Yan Sikong was startled, and immediately guessed the content of the letter from home. He subconsciously put down the scroll, which just happened to cover the letter, and deliberately changed the subject: "What did the envoy say? What was his attitude, and how did you reply to him?" .”

Feng Ye supported the table with both hands, looked down at Yan Sikong condescendingly: "Don't you read the letter?"

"No, it doesn't matter if you think about it."

Feng Ye pulled out the letter, raised his eyebrows and said, "It's nothing important? If that's the case, let me read it for you." Then he tore open the letter.

"Fengye!" Yan Sikong stood up, wanting to grab it.

Feng Ye opened his hand, shook off the letter, and stared at the ink stains on it. The more he looked, the more gloomy his face became.

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes.

Feng Ye tightened his fingers and crumpled the thin family letter into a ball. He said coldly, "Congratulations to Prince Consort Yan, congratulations to Prince Consort Yan, Princess Wanyang has given birth to a little princess for you."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, not daring to look directly into Feng Ye's eyes.Beforehand, he and She Zhun had already discussed that She Zhun would buy a child from the countryside when Wan Yang was about to give birth, and it had to be a daughter. .Counting the days, it is true that he should have "born", but he was so full of tricks and schemes that he forgot it for a while.

Although he had resentment towards Feng Ye in his heart, he didn't dare to provoke Feng Ye at this time, he just said: "I know."

Feng Ye threw the family book on Yan Sikong's face, his eyes were cold, but with deep pain: "Xi'er is waiting for you to name her."

Yan Sikong slowly picked up the letter, flattened it, and scanned it roughly. The baby girl has been given the title 'Xi Wen' by Emperor Zhaowu, and her baby name is Duo'er. From now on, she will be his... daughter up.He originally thought that this life would not be full of branches and leaves, but he didn't expect to have a heir in the end. Although it was a daughter, he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, and he was not happy anyway.

Looking at his calm face, Feng Ye clenched and loosened his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Are you unhappy?"

"I..." Yan Sikong raised his head, and suddenly decided to tell Feng Ye the origin of this child. At this time, they are only one step away from the Hetao, and the overall situation is the most important. At this juncture, he hopes to relax a little bit with Feng Ye , but deep down in his heart, in a corner he didn't want to look into, there was a glimmer of extravagant hope to resolve the misunderstanding with Feng Ye.He solemnly said: "Feng Ye, this child is not mine."

Feng Ye stared at him: "What do you mean?"

"The princess and I have never been husband and wife. This child was bought by She Zhun from the countryside in order to make me and the emperor closer."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Do you know what you're talking about? You expect me to believe this kind of nonsense?"

Yan Sikong couldn't hide his disappointment: "It's true, whether you believe it or not, it's up to you, I'm just telling you."

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's skirt and said in a harsh voice: "If it's fake, you just don't change your mind and want to continue to deceive me. If it's true, you did everything possible to marry my cousin, but let her marry me. The majestic Princess Dasheng is a widow?!"

Yan Sikong was furious for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "It's her who detests me..."

"How did you treat Xi'er? She is so innocent!" Feng Ye hurried forward a few steps, slammed Yan Sikong against the wall, and said sharply, "You are so unscrupulous, treating everyone as a pawn in your palm, To use it recklessly, even to send out your wife without mercy, you, you have people's hearts!"

Yan Sikong stared straight at Feng Ye with a pair of transparent eyes, his chest was in severe pain.He would never have thought that Feng Ye would say such a thing, and he would never have thought that he really "will not change his mind" and wanted to explain to Feng Ye, even if it was just to clarify one thing, even if it was just to In Feng Ye's heart, he would have done one less "wrong" thing...

He prided himself on his intelligence in his life, why did he always do stupid things in front of Feng Ye?How many times will he have to humiliate himself before he will remember that in Feng Ye's heart, he has done everything wrong.

Feng Ye ruthlessly threw Yan Sikong to the ground, and kicked over the table angrily. His fists were clenched loudly, as if he was trying to suppress something, his handsome face was slightly distorted, his eyes With unspeakable anger and sadness flowing in his heart, he said in a hoarse voice: "Sometimes, I really want to kill you."

After speaking, he turned and strode away.

Yan Sikong slowly got up from the ground, his face was as pale as paper, he stared at the void numbly and emptily, and slowly and mockingly pulled the corners of his lips, revealing a bleak smile.

He straightened the table and chairs, picked up the family letter, and put it away carefully. He knew that Feng Ye would be furious, and this was inevitable, so why should he feel uncomfortable.

In fact, sometimes, he doesn't know why he wants to live, and for whom he lives. It seems that he was born with a mission, and if he fails, he will never be free.

As for Feng Ye, it was probably his calamity.

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Feng Ye didn't show up for several days, Yan Sikong was confined in a wing room, except for delivering meals, he hardly saw anyone, and he was depressed all day long.

Feng Ye didn't show up until the eve of the Spring Festival. He drank again. Although he was not drunk, he was not quite sober.

Yan Sikong not only thought of Feng Ye's insanity that night when he was drunk, but felt fear in his heart, but Feng Ye just put the jug on the table, stared straight at him, and asked, "Have you named the little princess yet? "

"...not yet."

"Ruo Xi'er is not my cousin..." Feng Ye raised his head and took a sip of his wine, then said to himself, "I will kill her."

Yan Sikong pursed his lips lightly, not knowing how to answer.

Feng Ye squinted at Yan Sikong, his eyes were three parts drunk and seven parts sharp, "Do you know what I hate about you the most?"

"..."

"I hate you the most..." Feng Ye stood up and walked slowly in front of Yan Sikong, "I hate you the most..."

Yan Sikong looked deeply at Fengye.

Feng Ye curled his lips into a smile, suddenly pinched Yan Sikong's chin, and poured the wine pot at his mouth.

Yan Sikong's face was flushed red from choking on the spicy wine, he struggled hard to open Fengye's restraint, the jug fell to the ground, his body was broken to pieces.

Feng Ye picked up Yan Sikong horizontally, threw him on the couch, and pressed him on top of him.

Yan Sikong leaned against his chest: "Feng Ye!" He was really afraid of Feng Ye who didn't restrain his bestiality after being drunk.

Feng Ye grabbed his wrist, the light in his eyes flickered, he couldn't tell whether he was drunk or awake, he whispered: "On the eve of the new year, you go back to Qianzhou, and everything will be done according to plan."

Yan Sikong was stunned and forgot to resist for a moment.

Feng Ye sneered: "You really only care about this, if someone else can give you the world, are you willing to 'serve' him like this?"

Yan Sikong clenched his back teeth: "Fengye, if one day you regret how you treated me today, don't tell me."

Feng Ye leaned down and said softly: "I don't regret it." He tore off Yan Sikong's front...