The Blood Crown

Probably because they knew that Yan Sikong would not be able to return in a short period of time. After all, the trip to Yunnan was full of winding and undulating mountains. Parting, we will meet again someday.

Although Feng Ye promised to let him go, he was really struggling in his heart. In addition to Yuan Nanyu and Wu Liuqi who accompanied him, he carefully selected ten soldiers with high martial arts skills and loyalty from the Feng family army. At this time, when he was employing people, Feng Ye sent out his generals and elite soldiers, which showed his concern.

In those days, Feng Ye would come to eat and sleep with Yan Sikong every day, and the inn was heavily guarded. Except for Wu Liuqi, no one else could see Yan Sikong, but there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Rumors of the Wolf King may have already reached the capital. After all, since he appeared, the rumors of their broken sleeves have been gossiping in teahouses and restaurants, and Maoren and Qianzhou were attacked by Fengye one after another. suspected.

Yan Sikong knew this clearly, but it was impossible to ask Feng Ye to avoid suspicion. Feng Ye was arrogant and arrogant, never sticking to etiquette, didn't care about others knowing, and even wished everyone in the world knew about it. Nothing to fear.

Probably thinking that we don't have much time to get along together, Feng Ye's attitude towards Yan Sikong is much more relaxed, the two of them never mention the ambiguous grievances and grievances, this is the most peaceful time between them since their reunion .

No matter how busy the military affairs are, Feng Ye will definitely have at least one meal with Yan Sikong every day, and they will definitely spend the night in the same room at night, no matter whether they are in love or just sleeping in each other's arms.

Countless mornings, Yan Sikong woke up in Feng Ye's arms. Suddenly, it seemed as if he had returned to many years ago. Everything is cold.

For example, today, after a night of crazy cloud and rain, Yan Sikong fell asleep until the sky was bright. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was Feng Ye's sleeping face close at hand.

The filaments scattered like splashed ink, the thick eyebrows flying slantingly like distant mountains, the high nose bridge like a cliff, and the thin red lips like vermilion, are just like the handsome young man in his memory, but he knows that when those pair of When he opened his eyes, he could no longer see tenderness and affection.So he held his breath, remained motionless, and used his eyes to paint every inch of skin on that face over and over again, for fear of waking up Feng Ye, so he would also wake up Nanke Yimeng.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Ye's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was about to wake up. Yan Sikong also woke up like a dream, and quickly closed his eyes.

When he couldn't see, his ears and nose would become extra sharp. He could hear the rustling sound of his body moving lightly, he could also feel a focused gaze wandering over his face, and he could smell the soap on Feng Ye's body. The fragrance of horns.

Feng Ye is looking at him, just like he just looked at Feng Ye...

Yan Sikong couldn't restrain his heart beating wildly, his body was so hot that he seemed to be on fire at any moment, he almost scolded himself for his stupidity, what is he doing?What are you thinking again?

After a long time, Feng Ye whispered: "You wake up."

Yan Sikong opened his eyes as if he had been pardoned, and it was Feng Ye's playful eyes that met him. Those eyes were narrow and deep, perhaps the most beautiful and fierce eyes he had ever seen. .

Feng Ye stretched his arms around his back, and hugged him into his arms.

Both of them were naked, and their hot chests were pressed together immediately, burning hot.

Yan Sikong's tongue was dry, he put his arms against Feng Ye's broad chest, barely opened a little distance, and said in a low voice: "Get up and change clothes."

"What's the hurry?" Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's smooth back with his big hands. The back was slender and vigorous, and the shoulder armor with flexible lines was like the undulating northwest plain. The thin muscles covered were fertile pastures. , Feng Ye's fingers are like a galloping horse, jumping tirelessly on it, feeling every temperature and every tremor of the earth, it is simply fascinating.

Trapped in Feng Ye's arms, Yan Sikong didn't dare to move around, the two of them were naked to each other at this time, with Feng Ye's casual domineering, they didn't care about night and day at all.

Feng Ye's lips lightly touched Yan Sikong's cheek, and a hoarse voice rang in his ears: "Why are you pretending to be asleep?"

"..."

"I never asked you, if one day, we help the new emperor of Chu to ascend the throne, and you respond to everyone's request, and the power is in the hands of the people, what else do you want?"

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Feng Ye quietly stared into Yan Sikong's eyes: "Tell me, how can you be satisfied?"

"I didn't do all this to satisfy myself."

"What is that for? For the country and the people?" Feng Ye sneered, "Why are you pretending in front of me? You once said that you live for revenge, and you can give up everything for revenge. You need power. Yan Sikong, I want to hear the truth, how much do you want, and how can you be satisfied."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes, he is no longer willing to talk about his ideals with Feng Ye, because Feng Ye will not understand him, nor will he recognize him before he was swallowed by hatred, but if he does not answer, Feng Ye will He would be relentless, so he had no choice but to say flatly: "I want to implement my own rule of law and revive the peace and prosperity of the country and the people. The people who do not close their doors at night will be punished. It was my original ideal to cultivate Qi Zhiping."

Feng Ye gently brushed away his long hair that fell down his cheeks with his hands, stared at his handsome and fair face, and said, "You can't do this unless you become the emperor." While speaking, Feng Ye's hand slipped all the way down his spine Go down and explore that unspeakable place.

Yan Sikong was startled, not only because of Feng Ye's messy hand, but also because of what he just said. He took a deep breath: "What the world lacks is not a virtuous minister, but a wise lord. I have never I don't care about the throne at all." His hand went around his back to grab Fengye's wrist, but he couldn't stop it at all.

Feng Ye buried his face into Yan Sikong's neck, biting the protruding collarbone lightly, his tone was clearly displeased: "So, King Chu is the wise master in your mind?"

"...Yes." Yan Sikong's breathing intensified unconsciously, and wherever Feng Ye's fingertips touched, it seemed to be able to ignite a passionate flame, "I, I have been a prince servant for four years, and I know him very well. He is smart, wise, diligent and studious, because he was bullied in the palace since he was a child, he can understand the suffering of the ant people, not to mention that he is the eldest prince, the rightful future emperor, he will definitely become... ah..." Yan Sikong With a cry of surprise, he kept twisting his body in Feng Ye's arms.

"Become what?" Feng Ye provoked Yan Sikong's body recklessly.

"Become... a generation of holy masters..." Yan Sikong's face was flushed, and his body, which had not fully recovered its strength, began to weaken again at this time, "Feng Ye, don't..."

"Don't tell me no." Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong's neck and continued, "You chose him, isn't it because he is easy to manipulate?"

"There are also... these considerations, um... He is young after all, so he can't escape our... control..."

Feng Ye lifted Yan Sikong's leg, and pushed in sideways: "Whether he is old or young, he is under my control." His tone was very arrogant.

"Fengye, it's daytime... ah..."

"So what?" Feng Ye charged with that daunting force, "One day I will live in the capital, and I want the mountains and rivers, thunder and rain, day and night, to be mine...and you too."

Amidst the turmoil of lust, Yan Sikong's barely gathered mind was vigilant for Feng Ye's words, but soon, he was unable to think about anything else.

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On a night full of moonlight and few stars, Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu set off with their entourage.

When a group of thirteen riders quietly rode out of the city, Yan Sikong's mind was not on the dangerous and unpredictable road ahead, but on Fengye's strong and warm embrace before he left. He couldn't help but look back at Qianzhou City , but on the city wall, he saw a tall figure. He froze for a while and looked closely, but he couldn't see clearly.

Is that Feng Ye, did Feng Ye come to see him off?

He had always wanted to stay away from Fengye, but just after stepping out of the city gate, he wanted to know when the two of them would see each other again, but he didn't know whether he really wanted to see each other again.

If life could be repeated, he would never meet Feng Ye again. In that case, there would be no one in this world who could make him feel resentful and painful, but also worry about him.

"He came to see us off." Yuan Nanyu's voice blew into Yan Sikong's ears along with the cold wind.

Yan Sikong immediately turned his head: "I can't see it."

Yuan Nanyu paused for a moment: "It's him."

Yan Sikong didn't answer anymore, the farther away he was from Fengye, the colder and firmer his eyes became.

What is waiting in the distance is more hardships and more serious missions. He originally thought that Feng Ye was the only person he could rely on in this world. , He also has to leave his children's love behind him, so that he can forge a whole body of copper, wall, iron, wall.

Volume [-]: Chasing the Central Plains