The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong didn't know when he fell asleep, but he woke up from the cold before dawn. It was too cold in the dungeon. He was wrapped in a quilt and curled up into a ball, still shivering.

Thinking about it, he was imprisoned twice in his life, both of which were punished by Feng Ye. What the person he hated failed to do, but the person he loved did. How ironic.

He is not feeling well here, and Ali is naturally not much better.I don't know how Ali is doing now, Feng Ye shouldn't embarrass him, right?He is a mute, even if he tortures him to extract a confession, he won't be able to ask anything, but Ruo Fengye just wanted to vent his anger...

Yan Sikong couldn't bear to think about it, in order to repay the favor of saving his life, Ali was the only person he could trust in this world for so many years, in fact, what's the good of following him, he was worried all day long, and he would still be implicated by him .If he can still go out this time, he will give Ali a large sum of money, let him leave, return to the countryside to marry an honest and caring girl, have children, and spend the rest of his life peacefully...

It's just that he can't protect himself now.

Besides, even if he went out, where could he go?

The only person he ever loved put him in prison for the crime of collaborating with the enemy. The students he brought up single-handedly conspired with his enemies to frame him. To the imperial court, he was a traitor who deserved to be cut to death. He is a notorious treacherous person. Thinking about it carefully, there is no room for him in this world.

He couldn't help but smile wryly, Yan Sikong, Yan Sikong, you claim to be smart, you've been scheming all your life, but it's all in vain to fetch water from a bamboo basket, and you've ended up in such a situation?

In this cell where he was shivering from the cold, the previous ambition to reach the sky was like a flame in the cold wind, struggling to maintain the weak light of the flame.

It didn't take long for the day to dawn.

The jailer brought the food, put it outside the iron fence and left, without raising his head or speaking, obeying Fengye's order, not to have any contact with him.

"Wait." Yan Sikong got up and walked over, with a hoarse voice in his throat, "It's too cold, bring me charcoal fire and thick clothes and bedding."

The jailer turned a deaf ear and went straight out.

Yan Sikong stretched out his feet and kicked over the food on the ground: "Whether I starve to death or freeze to death, you choose."

The jailer paused, turned his head and glared at Yan Sikong, then turned and left.

At noon, the jailer brought food again as usual, Yan Sikong didn't even move, closed his eyes and meditated.

At night, when the jailer saw that the lunch was still in place, he finally couldn't help it, and said disdainfully: "If you don't eat, you are the only one who suffers. From now on, I will give you a meal for three days, as long as you don't die of hunger." You are enough for my job."

Hearing this, Yan Sikong opened his eyes and stared at the jailer coldly.

The jailer was a little apprehensive, but after thinking about it, Yan Sikong was just a mere scholar, no matter how smart he was, he couldn't stir up trouble through the iron railing, so what was he afraid of?So when Yan Sikong walked towards him, he was not prepared.

Yan Sikong looked at the wooden plate in his hand: "Put it down."

The jailer snorted coldly, bent down and put down the dinner.

Yan Sikong suddenly reached out, grabbed the hair at the back of his head, and slammed his face against the iron bars.

"Ah—" the jailer screamed, and his nose was bloody.

Yan Sikong picked him up, turned over, passed through the iron railing with the other hand, lifted him up across his neck, pinched him on the iron railing by his Adam's apple, and slammed him Tighten your arms.

The entire face of the jailer was flushed, and the fear of being unable to breathe filled his brain. With his red eyes wide open, he desperately tried to break Yan Sikong's arm.

He never thought that a scholar who wrote a pen would have such great strength.

Just when he was about to die, Yan Sikong loosened his restraint slightly, he breathed heavily as if he had surfaced, his legs were so weak that he was about to stand unsteadily.

Yan Sikong searched his pockets and found that he didn't have a key, so he whispered in his ear: "I want charcoal fire, thick clothes and bedding, do you understand?"

The jailer nodded in horror.

"I swear, if you still neglect me after I let you go, your whole family will die tragically, and your children and grandchildren will be cut off."

"Small, small dare not."

"swear."

"Little swear..."

After the jailer tremblingly finished his oath, Yan Sikong released him.

The jailer covered his neck and coughed several times, looking at Yan Sikong with fear and hatred.

"Get lost." Yan Sikong said expressionlessly, "Don't think that if I stay here, I won't be able to cure you, a mere official."

The jailer turned and ran.

Yan Sikong sat cross-legged on the ground, stuffing the already cold meal into his mouth.Compared with his usual meals, these things are naturally difficult to swallow, but there is nothing to be picky about at this time.It's just that the sun is setting and it's getting colder here. It would be nice to have a glass of wine to warm up.

He thought to himself mockingly, in a few days, Fengye's big wedding would be, and he wondered if he could have a glass of Fengye's wedding wine at that time.

After nightfall, a few jailers came in with a charcoal brazier, and someone behind them was holding brand new winter quilts and clothes, and even brought common things such as cups, bowls, paper and pens.

From this point of view, it is clear that the jailer did not send them. Even if the jailer really kept his promise, he would not send these expensive things to the prisoners.

The door of the cell was opened, and several guards silently arranged things for him one by one, and the cell soon took on a new look.

Yan Sikong watched him silently from the side, and he didn't feel embarrassed when they didn't talk.

Until all the jailers left, the leader was left alone, walked to Yan Sikong, bowed slightly, and whispered: "General Que asked his subordinates to bring a word to Lord Yan, he will definitely catch the iron stick and return his innocence." .”

Yan Sikong couldn't help being moved, he said: "You tell him that Tie Zhangzi is only doing things with money, and the person who framed me is Yuan Shaoxu, so he may have had an affair with Chen Kui."

"The subordinate will report the truth verbatim." The jailer was about to leave.

Yan Sikong grabbed him: "How is my servant?"

"Lord Yan, don't worry, General Que has entrusted someone to take care of him."

Only then did Yan Sikong feel relieved, and the jailer left in a hurry.

He didn't have much hope that Yuan Nanyu could find out about this matter.

If Yuan Nanyu believed what Yuan Shaoxu said, then he was Yan Sikong, how could he believe that Yuan Shaoxu framed his "brother", if Yuan Nanyu didn't believe what Yuan Shaoxu said, then he was Yuan Nanyu Yu, Yuan Shaoxu is his own brother, how can he treat his own brother?

So no matter whether Yuan Nanyu can recall the past, he is in a dilemma between himself and Yuan Shaoxu.

Coupled with Feng Ye's attitude towards him, he was very grateful to believe that he was innocent from the bottom of his heart, and to send him these things.

Even though his Yu'er didn't remember anything, she still wanted to be nice to him, maybe it was instinct.

With charcoal fire and warm bedding, Yan Sikong finally had a real sleep.

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Those few days in prison were unprecedentedly long for Yan Sikong.

Sometimes he was in a daze, and sometimes he was sober. What he couldn't figure out one moment, he figured it out the next moment, but after thinking about it, he began to doubt again. He kept doubting what he believed in the past, and he counted down in this repeated torture. living day.

Finally, Fengye's big wedding was ushered in.

The day before the big wedding, even in the dungeon, Yan Sikong could hear the sound of fireworks going up and down in the city. It was very lively. Today is the wedding day, Princess Yunlong has already arrived in Taiyuan, the bride and groom cannot see each other yet, and they will get married tomorrow , it should be more festive and lively.

Yan Sikong guessed that Feng Ye had already planned to get married. He might even have chosen his in-laws. It didn't matter who he married.He also married a wife himself, and never dared to ask Feng Ye to guard his body like a jade for him. Even thinking about it, he felt ashamed, but Feng Ye pretended to be affectionate and acted as if he would not marry him in this life, which made him deeply moved, and even more so. Serving hard, thinking about it now, is really disgusting.

Yan Si had nothing to do in his free time, and with the sound of fireworks set off for Feng Ye's wedding, he wrote a congratulatory speech to Feng Ye in prison. The words were so gorgeous that even he himself couldn't help admiring them.He has nothing to give to Feng Ye. His writing was worth some money in the past, but now his reputation has been ruined. Even if he took it out, he would only be cast aside.

Scholars are most concerned about reputation, if someone else is as notorious as him, he would have committed suicide in shame and indignation. It would be good if he gave up this thing earlier, at least he would not have to suffer for it.

After finishing writing, he spread it out in front of his eyes, read it carefully several times, and was very satisfied.

Then he got up and walked to the charcoal brazier, threw the message into the basin, and watched the thin white paper being swallowed by the flames without blinking.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

Yan Sikong's heart skipped a beat, for some reason, he felt that the person who came was Feng Ye.

He turned around stiffly, and it was Feng Ye who was standing outside the iron fence and looking at him from a distance, alone, with a basket in his hand.

Yan Sikong stirred the charcoal fire, wanting to burn the congratulatory words quickly.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, opened the cell door, stepped forward, grabbed the half-burned congratulatory speech from the charcoal brazier, and frowned at the words on it, "What is this?"

Yan Sikong stepped aside and said coldly: "It's a pity, it's not a letter from me collaborating with the enemy." He could smell the alcohol on Feng Ye's body. Just drink.

"What exactly is it."

"It's a wedding speech for you. If I can't deliver it to you, I will burn it to you."

"You cursed me to death?" Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong gloomyly.

"People are mortal, so why be afraid."

Feng Ye stuffed the congratulatory words into his arms: "It's a pity that my destiny is not over, and I am destined to live a long, long life. I accept this particle."

Yan Sikong stood aside and stopped talking.

"Do you know that I plan to dispose of you?" Feng Ye put the basket in his hand on the table.

"casual."

"I have never been kind to traitors. Do you remember what happened to the collaborator caught last time?"

"Five horses to quarter the body." Yan Sikong said expressionlessly.

Feng Ye showed a cruel smile: "I won't kill you, because you are still useful, but Ali is different. He helped you collaborating with the enemy, and he will be dealt with as a military law."

Yan Sikong raised his head and said harshly, "I told you not to touch him."

"If you want to save his life, just do as I say." Feng Ye looked at him with no warmth in his eyes, worse than a stranger.

Yan Sikong looked deeply at Fengye: "Fengye, you can do whatever you want. I, Yan Sikong, have never been taught anything, so don't talk nonsense."

Feng Ye lifted the cloth covering the basket, and there were two jugs of wine and a red cloth handkerchief inside.

Yan Sikong glanced at it, suspicious in his heart.

Feng Ye grabbed the cloth handkerchief and threw it into his arms: "Put it on."

Yan Sikong's hands trembled slightly, he spread the cloth handkerchief, only to find that it was clearly a piece - Xipa.