The Blood Crown

More than a month has passed since the first battle in Taiyuan, neither side has made any major moves, it is nothing more than training soldiers and raising people.

For Shen Hexuan, their greatest advantage and reliance was Taiyuan City. Everyone knew that the elite cavalry of the Feng family army, the Fenglangqi, were brave and good at fighting. They were able to fight ten against one.Naturally, one should avoid the sharp edge in battle. No one would want to confront the Fenglangqi head-on. Therefore, as long as the Fengjia army does not show its weakness, it is absolutely impossible for Taiyuan to send troops. Sticking to it is the greatest victory.

As for the Feng Family Army, what they most hoped for was to draw the Taiyuan Army out of the city to fight. Unfortunately, after Luo Ruoxin stole the camp and was subdued, and Shen Hexuan was in Taiyuan, it would be difficult for the Taiyuan Army to leave the city. ascend to heaven.

Yan Sikong has been thinking hard for many days, but he has no good plan. In addition, he has not been able to sleep at night recently, and his brain is not working well.

In midsummer, it is not easy to heal wounds, Feng Ye's wound is healing, he feels itchy from time to time, unconsciously trying to scratch it in the middle of the night, Yan Sikong has to hold his hand all night, wake up as soon as there is any movement, and stop Feng Ye from Scratching the wound in his sleep, repeated this many times a night, he couldn't sleep well at all.

Feng Ye didn't know why, seeing Yan Sikong getting haggard day by day, he thought it was because he was busy with work, and even if his injury was not healed, he had already started to take care of military affairs.

In fact, the affairs after the defeat have been properly handled. At this time, the city is calm and there is nothing worth worrying about. It's just that morale is low, and it is not as ambitious as it was when it returned to the battle.

Seeing that there was no movement in Taiyuan for a month, Feng Ye no longer pretended to be seriously ill. Once he was able to get out of bed, he went out for a walk every day, inspected the battalions, and reassured the soldiers.

Just when the two of them could not think of a good strategy to deal with the enemy, and saw that their morale was no longer what it used to be, Yuan Nanyu confidently brought them good news. He led a lightning attack and conquered Pingliang and Fengxiang one after another.

Hearing the good news, Feng Ye was extremely happy and praised Yuan Nanyu repeatedly.

Yan Sikong also suddenly felt that the depression in his heart was relieved a bit, as if the cloud of defeat hanging over Yanzhou had dissipated a bit: "General Que is really capable, and his two victories are of great significance." Thinking about the naughty and playful Now that the young man has grown into such a fierce general, he is deeply moved, and Yuanmao must be very relieved to know about it.

Feng Ye laughed loudly and said: "That's right, he is indeed my good brother, my..." The words he brought to his mouth suddenly stopped, and after taking a look at Yan Sikong, he swallowed it back again, he said with emotion, "Back then...he took me away from the capital, avoiding officers and soldiers all the way. Although my uncle brought me two thousand family troops, he was the one who accompanied me from the very beginning. All these years, he never let me go. I've been disappointed."

Yan Sikong was inexplicably sad, he waved away the unhappiness, and said: "Now the government roads around Taiyuan are almost all under our control, and we can cut off his food roads at any time."

"But Taiyuan must have enough food. If they can eat for a year or two, we can't surround them for that long."

"There is still enough food and grass for half a year in the army. This year is not good, and the autumn harvest will not be too much. I estimate that it will not be a problem to eat until the New Year, but it will be hard to say after the year."

"So we only have about half a year." Feng Ye said solemnly, "If Taiyuan cannot be conquered in half a year, the army will have to withdraw to Datong."

Yan Sikong silently nodded at the table: "There must be a way."

At this time, the guard came to report: "Wolf King, that..." He peeked at Fengye, hesitating to speak.

Feng Ye frowned: "What are you talking about?"

"... Mrs. Saren has arrived."

"Who?" Feng Ye asked puzzled.

Yan Sikong was taken aback, he lowered his head and took a sip of tea while concealing it, but the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

"Madame Saren." The guard repeated.

Feng Ye realized that it was Na Dahan's daughter, his concubine, he had almost forgotten about this person.

Feng Ye was furious for a moment: "Who sent her here!" But this question was superfluous, except for Feng Changyue, who dared to send his concubine to Yanzhou without discussing with him, except for Feng Changyue? Chang Yue, who is so anxious to let him spread his branches and leaves.

The guard knelt on the ground, not daring to speak.

Yan Sikong put down his teacup and said in a low voice: "Everyone has come, so we can't send them back. You also promised to be a general at the beginning."

Feng Ye said with a sullen face, "Bring her in."

After a while, the guards led in a woman in Mongolian costume. She had thick eyebrows and almond eyes, a straight nose and thick lips, deep and beautiful features, a head of black hair tied with complicated braids, a tall figure with big breasts and a slim waist, and Exuding a wild and flamboyant beauty, compared with the Central Plains women, it is full of strong exotic customs.

Yan Sikong sighed in his heart, what a gorgeous and dashing beauty.

She is Saren, the daughter of Nada, a great Han in the Chahar tribe.She looked around curiously, her eyes were presumptuous and bold, and finally fell on Feng Ye. She raised her eyebrows and said, "You are the wolf king."

Feng Ye looked at her expressionlessly.

Sa Ren paced around the room, then looked at Yan Sikong again: "You are Master Yan."

Yan Sikong stood up and cupped his hands: "I have seen Mrs. Sa Ren."

Sa Ren shrugged, and looked at Feng Ye again: "Why doesn't the wolf king speak, thinks I'm too beautiful?"

Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "Madam, the Wolf King is your husband, don't be so rude."

Sa Ren snorted softly: "He is my husband, my man, how I talk to my man, it's not your turn to talk."

Yan Sikong bowed: "Yes."

Feng Ye stood up: "Since you are married to me as a concubine, you have to follow the etiquette of the Han people and change your clothes and headgear."

Sa Ren smiled and said, "You've been looking at women from the Central Plains all your life, haven't you gotten tired of them? I don't want to change."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes.

Yan Sikong said: "Wolf King, Madam is still unable to adapt to the environment when she first came here, why not let Madam temporarily follow the customs of her hometown and gradually adapt, and besides, Madam's dress is different from Central Plains women's. Let the soldiers see the friendship between the Chahar Department and Datong."

Feng Ye said indifferently: "Okay, it's up to you."

Sa Ren looked at Feng Ye boldly, without the shyness and reserve of a Han woman, she smiled: "Thank you, Wolf King."

Feng Ye ordered: "Place Madam in the city."

"The wolf king is camping outside the city, why did you let me go inside the city?" Sa Ren asked.

"The army has military regulations, no women are allowed in the camp."

"I'm not an ordinary woman, and this big camp is not a lonely one." Sa Ren raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Even the soldiers can go to the city to have fun. The Wolf King is young and energetic, so he must be pure-hearted and ascetic." She glanced at Yan Sikong, acting as if suddenly realized, "Oh, I forgot, the wolf king is in the camp, accompanied by Mrs. Yan, what kind of woman does he need?"

Yan Sikong stood aside calmly.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "You are so lucky to stay in Yanzhou, don't ask me to say it a third time."

Sa Ren smiled coldly: "Okay, then I... oh, the concubine is resigning." She glanced at Yan Sikong with a smile, turned around and walked away gracefully.

After Sa Ren and the guards left, there was a moment of silence in the tent.

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment, then said: "This girl is beautiful, but her temper is too presumptuous, she should find someone to teach her Han manners... and how to serve her husband."

Feng Ye's face was gloomy: "No need, just let her stay in Yanzhou. If she dares to cause any trouble for me, I will send her back to Datong."

Yan Sikong didn't speak.

Feng Ye looked at him: "She humiliated you just now, are you angry?"

Yan Sikong laughed and said, "How can I have the same knowledge as women."

"Well, don't worry about her." Feng Ye said, "Let's continue discussing business matters."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye, hesitant to speak.

Feng Ye frowned: "What else do you want to say?"

Yan Sikong was in a panic, he really wanted to ask Feng Ye when he planned to leave a queen for the Feng family.As the only son of the Feng family, it is impossible to cut off the blood of the Feng family. Sooner or later, he will have a perfect relationship with a woman and let her give birth to an heir with his own blood.

Yan Sikong is unwilling to think about his own thoughts, because his thoughts are not important, what is important is that Feng Ye cannot be childless, and Feng Family Army cannot have no successors.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "You don't plan to be with Madam... General Feng is probably looking forward to it day and night."

Feng Ye said coldly: "Why, you really want me to have sex with her?"

"……no."

"what is that."

Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "Feng Ye, I hope your Feng family will prosper."

Feng Ye was silent for a while: "It would be great if you were a woman."

Yan Sikong smiled wryly.

Feng Ye looked deeply at Yan Sikong: "Let me tell you the truth, my father's vengeance has not been avenged, and I have no intention of having an heir now. If I win, I can pass on this bloodline. It is a serious crime to exterminate the nine clans, so why talk about incense."

"...The Wolf King is very considerate."

Feng Ye let out a long breath, sat in the chair, held his wound lightly, panting.

Yan Sikong hurried over and said nervously, "Why, the wound hurts again? Do you want to call the doctor?"

"My uncle was mad at me." Feng Ye gave him a sideways glance, "And that woman, and you."

"I……"

"I don't allow you to mention this matter to me again, no matter what your intentions are." Feng Ye said in a tone of incredulity, "Whether you feel sorry for me because of Xi'er, or you want to test me."

"Yes."