The Blood Crown

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That "Kong'er" pierced through Yan Sikong's chest like a sharp knife, making his eyes red with blood.

Since the two reunited, Feng Ye was unwilling to admit that he was Yan Sikong, and rarely called him by this name, let alone "Kong'er". Feng Ye used to be the only person in the world who would call him that, but he thought that this "only" was gone after all.

Looking at it now, it's not that it's gone, it's just that Feng Ye is unwilling, disdainful, and unwilling to use it on him...

He stared at the picture in the room with his red eyes, Feng Ye hugged his younger brother who looked very similar to him, and called "Kong'er" without hesitation, so emotionally , calling the baby name that he dreamed of wishing someone could call him again.

On the other hand, Yuan Nanyu sighed softly, and patted Feng Ye's back soothingly with his hands.

Yan Sikong suddenly had a strange feeling, he felt as if he did not exist, he was not a real person, maybe just a ghost of the real Yan Sikong, he was looking at the real Yan Sikong Embracing Feng Ye affectionately, telling his heart about wine, and him, what is he?

He never thought that one day, he would even doubt his identity.Since everyone close to him has told him that he is not Yan Sikong and that he is not worthy of being Yan Sikong, then maybe he really is not?

There must be more than one person named Yan Sikong in this world. Who is Yan Sikong and who is he? If he changed his name, he would still be him, but he would not be Yan Sikong anymore. The people he cares about don't even recognize him as a person, so why should he be obsessed with a name? !

The picture inside the house made him realize that he was like an outsider, because Feng Ye already had "Yan Sikong" in his mind.

Yan Sikong staggered back two steps, carried the jug, and left quietly.

He didn't want to guess, what was the relationship between Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu, so what did it have to do with him?It's just that at some point, the cold wind blew past, and the face was icy cold. When I stretched out my hand to wipe it, it turned out to be half-dried tears.

Yan Sikong showed a miserable smile.

It's so good, he has already made up his mind not to get involved with Feng Ye anymore, Feng Ye doesn't have to pretend to restrain him affectionately, and he doesn't have to accommodate and worry about everything, lest he hurt Feng Ye's heart, I owe Feng Ye love.This is nothing more than a conspiracy where everyone gets what they want, he only needs to get the power he wants, other than that, he has no expectations for Feng Ye.

Look no further.

Back in the room, Yan Sikong drank alone in front of the waning moon, and poured two jugs of wine into his stomach without leaving a drop. He was originally a huge amount, and a mere thin wine could not trouble him, but if the wine is not intoxicating, everyone is drunk. At this moment, he had a reason to be drunk, so he quickly passed out and had no dreams all night.

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When he woke up the next day, Yan Sikong felt that he had slept for more than one night, but for a long time, and his mind was dizzy. Most importantly, when he opened his eyes, Ali hurriedly told him two news, Two big news that make people feel "changed overnight".

One is that Emperor Zhaowu decreed that due to a small mistake, Chen Chun was deposed as the crown prince and changed to King Qing, and the other was that Chen Kui was invited by Fengye to set off for Taiyuan after the beginning of spring.

Emperor Zhaowu abolished the prince for the second time, and the one who abolished was the most beloved son born to the most beloved concubine. His intention was very obvious. Emperor Wu's doing this must be because the imperial court had secretly reached something with Chen Kui.And Chen Kui also responded, and immediately announced that he would come to Taiyuan.

I believe that in a few days, Chen Kui's letter persuading Feng Ye to surrender will arrive.If Emperor Zhaowu promised to pass the throne to Chen Kui, then the reason for Chen Kui's rebellion would no longer exist, and then the reason for Feng Ye's rebellion would no longer exist. "Accordingly", Feng Ye should submit to Chen Kui and the court.

But everyone knows that it is not that easy. Is there anyone who holds 10,000+ heavy soldiers who can let go as soon as he says it.

Therefore, although the imperial court abolished Chen Chun, they did not establish Chen Kui immediately. I am afraid that the condition for the decree to be announced to the world is that Chen Kui can subdue Feng Ye.

If Chen Kui came to Taiyuan, he would have a direct confrontation with Feng Ye, whether it is peace or fighting, how the whole situation will develop depends on how they deal with each other, no one dares to jump to conclusions now.

These two pieces of news woke up Yan Sikong's hangover brain.

Ali was obviously aware of the seriousness of the situation, and while serving Yan Sikong to wash up, he gestured: Will the wolf king be attacked from all directions?

Yan Sikong took the cloth towel handed by Ali, slowly wiped the pale and haggard face in the bronze mirror, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Ali was so anxious that he babbled in his throat: What should we do then?

"The wolf king has fought from Shu to the Central Plains in recent years. He is almost invincible. He seldom loses, so he becomes more arrogant and conceited, and no one pays attention to him." Yan Sikong stared at himself in the mirror and said, "If it wasn't for In this way, Chen Wei will not be so afraid of him, Chen Wei knows that even if he enters the capital and sits on the throne, he will not be able to become the real master of the world, so how dare he seek advice from him."

Ali sighed.

Yan Sikong's eyes were empty and his face was expressionless, as if the pain and suffering of last night had never happened before: "If I were him, I would stay low and be a small boy, first gain the complete trust of Chen Kui, and after entering the capital, everything will be done When it's a foregone conclusion, it's not too late to show your fangs, but the wolf king can't do it."

Ali lowered his head.

Yan Sikong turned his face and looked at A Li fixedly, but there was no one in his eyes: "He was born as the son of Prince Jingyuan, with a noble status, and he has never bowed his head to others in his life, and he can't even pretend to be respectful and humble. I I thought that I could try to mediate and bridge between them, even if it was difficult, but I failed in the end, Ali, I failed again."

Ali looked at Yan Sikong sadly, shook his head vigorously, and gestured: Young master tried his best.

"What's the use of trying your best? There are so many things in this world where you can't get what you want if you try your best." Yan Sikong smiled lonely, "I have experienced such things in my life, especially many. My parents died of the plague, I watched my adoptive father being murdered unjustly, I watched my brothers being exiled, I watched my teacher die with hatred, I watched my loyal ministers be forced to commit suicide... I tried my best, even if I didn’t want to change my life, I couldn’t change anything. You should get used to it..."

Ali's sad face wrinkled, and he gestured anxiously, so chaotic that even Yan Sikong couldn't understand.

Yan Sikong grabbed Ali's hand, pressed it down, and said softly: "It's okay, Ali, it's okay, I have already seen my own destiny clearly, and I don't even have self-pity anymore. I have lost too much, now It seems that I have nothing to lose, so I am not afraid of anything, I can do whatever I want.” His eyes gradually became deep and sharp, “If God doesn’t accept me, I will fight every day.” Go on, fight until you die, fight until the end of time, fight until the reincarnation of the ninth life cannot accept this breath, and you will continue to fight."

Ali looked at Yan Sikong blankly, with awe and pain in his eyes.