The Blood Crown

Back in the room, Yan Sikong took out the mask from his bosom, only feeling a layer of cold sweat on his back.

What is he doing with this?He went to find Yuan Nanyu, originally to find out Yuan Nanyu's tone, hoping that the two of them could persuade Feng Ye together, but after he clarified Yuan Nanyu's allegiance to Feng Ye, he knew that it was impossible.

But taking this mask was a whim.

Yan Sikong sat down at the table, pulled the bronze mirror closer, and gently covered the mask over his face.

The mask originally only covered the nose, and the exposed lips and jaw lines were almost exactly the same as Yuan Nanyu's. Some sharp-eyed people thought that the two were a bit alike, but because no one had seen the face behind Yuan Nanyu's mask, So I would never have thought that they were so similar.Wearing a mask and a change of clothes, he is the number one general under the command of the Wolf King - "General Que".

Yan Sikong took off the mask and slapped it on the table with a "slap", as if it was hot, but after a short pause, he still carefully hid the mask.

He was originally a meticulous and careful person who took every step of the way. When he saw this mask, he stole one. He was obviously planning for a rainy day in his heart. Now Feng Ye has become a person who is unpredictable and unpredictable to him. He has to give it to him. Leave a way out for yourself.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again. Could it be that deep down in his heart, he believed that Feng Ye might be against him for the sake of the throne...

-

Feng Ye's wedding is approaching, the mansion is decorated with lights and festoons, and the servants are all preparing for the big wedding.Those large expanses of red reflect the festive flavor against the cold and vast white snow in winter.

But in Yan Sikong's eyes, he only felt it was glaring, and it happened that the weather was cold, so he didn't go out much.

Since the beginning of winter, thanks to the support of King Yong, the soldiers have sufficient charcoal fires, thick cotton coats, and meat to eat every day. It is not suitable to fight in winter. This kind of bitter cold weather is not good for anyone. If it is not a last resort, most of the winter is a truce, so They just practice every day, and they don't have to worry about their stomachs or heads. No matter how cold or tired they are, no one complains.

As a result, the generals also had a lot of free time, which happened to give Yan Sikong enough time to lock himself in the room and think about things.

After calming down, he realized that the most urgent task at this time was not to persuade Fengye to give up the idea of ​​proclaiming himself emperor, but how to overcome this difficulty if Chen Kui and the imperial court joined forces after the beginning of spring.

Since Feng Ye sent an invitation to Chen Wei, saying that he would open the gate of Taiyuan to welcome the king of Chu, Chen Wei has not responded yet. Counting the time, it is actually enough for the messenger to go back and forth to Yongzhou. The reason why he did not respond is obviously that Chen Wei is hesitating .

This kind of hesitation is full of dangerous uncertainty, like a stone hanging above the head that will fall without knowing when, it makes people anxious.

But no matter whether Chen Kui will join forces with the imperial court or not, Feng Ye is determined to kill Chen Kui, and Chen Kui is also full-fledged, so he can no longer be manipulated by them, this person is indeed no longer available.

There are still a few young princes in the capital, even infants, who are easier to control than Chen Yu. As long as Feng Ye does not insist on proclaiming himself emperor, he may still be able to coerce the emperor to make the princes as he thinks.

Although Feng Ye lied to him and used him, but putting aside his personal relationship - and he didn't want to talk about it again - Feng Ye was still the only person he could achieve what he wanted. As for the sadness, disappointment, and anger he felt, but It's mediocre, if it wasn't for him being unable to help himself, why bother to suffer these things, doesn't he deserve it?

A person like him shouldn't be emotional in the first place, and a lonely life is the most suitable ending.

After figuring it out, he didn't wait for Feng Ye to come to him, he took the initiative to find Feng Ye, and brought something with him.

Feng Ye was slightly surprised to see him, but he still pretended to be calm and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

Yan Sikong sat in the chair farthest from him, with a detached attitude, neither humble nor overbearing said: "Think clearly."

"Go ahead."

"You're right, now Chen Yu is really out of control, and it's not suitable to support the superior, not to mention that he is likely to collude with the court, we have to abandon him."

Feng Ye showed joy: "I'm much more pleased if you can think like this."

"But." Yan Sikong said immediately.

Feng Ye waited.

"But you must not become emperor." Yan Sikong said solemnly, "I have made it clear to you that if you insist on proclaiming emperor, even if you kill me, I will not help you. There are young princes who can control it."

Feng Ye smiled faintly: "You don't think I'm so stupid that I'm so anxious to make myself the target of public criticism, do you? Uncle sent those things just to express my joy while I was getting married, but happened to be You found out, if I'm not seventy-eight percent sure, I will never act rashly..."

"Even if you are very sure, you can't." Yan Sikong said seriously, "Whether you can or can't, it's up to me to judge."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes.

"We must get rid of all internal and external troubles to ensure that we can completely stabilize the situation and control the world."

"How long will it take?"

"I don't know, maybe ten or twenty years, maybe even longer."

Feng Ye snorted coldly: "This is a stopgap measure."

"This is an expedient measure. It is for me, and it is also for you. Don't you think there is no need for 'expediency' in stealing the country?"

"Then if I go back on my word after entering the capital, what can you do to me?"

Yan Sikong smiled coldly: "I've thought about this for a long time, after all, you also lied to me." He reached into his sleeve and took out something, which was a letter.

"what is this?"

Yan Sikong stood up, holding the letter in both hands, with a respectful attitude - but not to Feng Ye, but to the letter: "I haven't brought out such a thing, one is that the time is not enough, and the other is I don't want to make you sad."

Feng Ye frowned: "What exactly is it?"

Yan Sikong stared at the yellowed outer seal, and his heart was full of thoughts: "This is... a letter from His Royal Highness King Jingyuan before his death."

Feng Ye jumped up against the case and said sharply, "Bastard, why haven't you told me?!"

"This last letter is not for you, but for the world." Yan Sikong said, "His Royal Highness told me to make this book public on the day when he is wronged. If I give it to you, it will only increase grief and hatred."

Feng Ye strode over, snatched it away, carefully spread it out with trembling hands, and stared at it.

Yan Sikong said softly at the side: "I have read this must-written letter countless times, and I can almost recite it by heart. Regarding the grievances suffered by His Highness, there are only a few words. What he always cherishes in his heart is the common people, and what he cares about until his death is The tranquility of the border, the peace of the world, and the loyalty of the Feng family for generations, are you going to disregard His Highness's last wish for your own selfish desires?"

"Shut up!" Feng Ye growled, he turned his head to look at Yan Sikong, his eyes were already red.

Yan Sikong shut up.

Feng Ye tremblingly said: "You should have given it to me a long time ago, this is the only thing my father left behind."

"That's wrong." Yan Sikong said, "His Royal Highness has left you with the Feng family army, rare generals, and wise and brave strategies. What His Highness left for you should be everything you have benefited from in your life. His Highness hopes that you will use what he left you to defend the people of Jiangshan, and you must not disappoint his expectations."

"Don't use my father to suppress me!" Feng Ye pointed at Yan Sikong's nose and shouted, "My father didn't say a single word to prevent me from becoming emperor!"

"No, but Your Highness regards Guotai Min'an more than life." Yan Sikong looked at him deeply, "Feng Ye, you should also put Guotai Min'an ahead of being king and emperor."

The muscles on Feng Ye's face twitched, and he said in a deep voice: "I will definitely fulfill my father's last wish, and let him see a peaceful and peaceful scene when he looks down on the world from the sky."

"You have such a responsibility, Your Highness can rest in peace." Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief, "Fengye, put away your ambitions for now, if one day you are in power and the world is stable, I will not stop you anymore."

Feng Ye lowered his head with a gloomy expression.

Yan Sikong knew that Fengye was filial, and only by using Feng Jianping could he temporarily curb his arrogance.

After a long silence, Feng Ye said: "Okay, I can promise you."

"You don't have to promise me, I want you to promise His Royal Highness King Jingyuan." Yan Sikong took a step closer.

Feng Ye stared straight at Yan Sikong: "With this letter as evidence, I promise my father that the current situation is unstable, and I will not proclaim myself emperor."

Yan Sikong let out a sigh of relief: "I have one more thing to ask you."

"Say." Feng Yehan said.

"Keep Chen Kuang alive." Yan Sikong said in a low voice.

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows, and said viciously: "No, yes, yes."

"Leave him alive, even if he is deposed as a commoner." Yan Sikong looked into Feng Ye's eyes without fear, "He is my student after all, as long as he no longer threatens you..."

"He's a threat to me if he's alive." Feng Ye said clearly.

Yan Sikong said coldly: "If you want me to help you, this is my condition."

Feng Ye approached Yan Sikong, staring at him coldly: "You dare to negotiate terms with me? For Chen Kui?!"

"Why can't I?" Yan Sikong straightened his chest, "As you said, you are sitting on a large army today, and I have contributed the most. You also said that I won Taiyuan for you. If you want to reward me, I just want to reward you." After you are done, leave Chen Kui with his life."

"Chen, Yu." Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "How many people in this world are worthy of being treated sincerely by someone like you? Why is it Chen Yu, why is it him!"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath: "Chen Yu was my student at the age of 11. I watched him grow up and knew that he was bullied and neglected since he was a child. I accompanied him through the pain of losing his mother. I often watched him when he was young. As for myself, it doesn't matter if you can understand, or you can't, if you don't want to, then you don't have to come to me again."

"Are you threatening me?" Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's shoulder, "Do you know where you are now? Everything about you, including your head, is under my control. I want you to do it." What, what are you supposed to do, why are you negotiating terms with me?"

"Then you kill me!" Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, "I, Yan Sikong, have never been afraid of death in my life?"

"You're courting death!" Feng Ye roared sharply.

Yan Sikong stuck his neck, and Feng Ye stared at each other without flinching.

After tearing away the cloak of friendship, Yan Sikong could no longer find a reason to compromise and give in to Fengye. He made up his mind not to talk to Fengye anymore. When working with others, he would naturally care about gains and losses. Let Fengye know how different Yan Sikong treats "Fengye" from the wolf king.

Feng Ye seemed to be aware of Yan Sikong's coldness, he lowered his head slightly, and approached Yan Sikong: "In your heart, what am I?"

Yan Sikong said without hesitation: "You are the wolf king."

Feng Ye's face changed suddenly, his eyes were fierce and sharp: "Wrong, I am your husband."

Yan Sikong laughed: "In a few days, you will be the rightful and well-known husband of the princess, don't say such innocuous words, you used to say that I used emotions to confuse you, in fact, since the reunion, why haven't you Use your emotions to confuse me, and let me plan and plot for you."

A ferocious look appeared on Fengye's face.

"Feng Ye, you and I have come this far, why bother to deceive ourselves, what you want is supreme power, what I want is to use your power to realize my ideals, you and I are just using each other." Yan Sikong felt himself His heart was bleeding, but he kept on talking, "It would be ridiculous to talk about friendship!"

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's collar, his handsome face was distorted by anger, and the resentment in his eyes was so thick that it was difficult to dispel it, he opened his mouth with a hoarse voice: "You finally said it Well, what you want from me is nothing more than power, I am nothing, nothing, matters, or wants to you at all!"

Yan Sikong didn't speak, but just showed a miserable smile.

Feng Ye pushed him away: "Get out, get out."

Yan Sikong staggered and took two steps back.

"Get lost—" Feng Ye roared.

Yan Sikong turned around and rushed out of the door, even though the pain inside was as if he was heartbroken, he didn't stop, he wanted to roll a little farther, preferably to a place where he would never see Fengye again, maybe he could survive It should be a little better, at least, you don't have to hurt your heart for one person all the time.

-

Yan Sikong didn't go back to his room, but wandered around in the courtyard for a long time. The people Feng Ye sent to monitor him changed shifts once, and his hands and feet were numb from the cold, but he didn't want to go back to his room.

Until it was completely dark, he looked at the dim lights in the mansion, but he didn't know where to go.

Not long ago, he said that Fengye's side was the only place he could go back to in his life. Looking at it now, it was ridiculous. How could he become so stupid and naive?

He has no place to go back to. He once had a home, two homes, but they were all wiped out. Since then, the world has become so big that he, Yan Sikong, is doomed to be alone.

No, no, he still has a relative, the only relative left in this world, even if there is no blood relationship, even if the other party doesn't even remember him, but the existence of this person is the deepest and deepest bottom line in his heart, letting him know that God is not complete. Disgusting his only proof.

So he brought two jugs of wine and decided to find Yuan Nanyu. He had never complained to anyone about the grievances and resentments between him and Fengye. When my brother drank a glass of wine, maybe when he poured Yuan Nanyu unconscious, he could still let him call himself "Second Brother"...

When he wandered to Yuan Nanyu's courtyard, the house was full of fire, and he vaguely heard someone talking inside. He asked the person who watched him to wait in place, and walked to the door with a flagon. He was about to knock the door, but heard The voice coming from inside seemed to be Feng Ye's voice, and he was drunk, but there was no need to listen to the voice, the smell of alcohol in the room had already escaped from the room.

Yan Sikong hesitated and retreated to the window.

The Luo family had a prominent family background, and the window sills were inlaid with extremely expensive colored glaze. Yan Sikong bowed slightly, and looked in through the gap between the colored glaze and the curtain.

The two people in the room were Yuan Nanyu and Feng Ye. The wine jug and wine glasses on the table were tilted here and there, the wine and dishes were spilled all over the floor, and the cups and plates were messed up. Feng Ye was hugging Yuan Nanyu tightly and extremely intimately.

Yan Sikong suddenly felt that the blood all over his body was congealed.

Then, he heard Feng Ye shout without the slightest hesitation even though he was vague: "Kong'er..."