The Blood Crown

Yan Sikong's pupils contracted violently, seeing Shen Hexuan being pushed out of the cliff by himself, and looking at Shen Hexuan's face, panic and despair were intertwined, and then turned into a daze, in the blink of an eye, perhaps Shen Hexuan was looking back on his life, and All kinds of things from the two people's acquaintance to the present are not passing through Yan Sikong's mind like a revolving lantern.

Shen Hexuan's hands were still grabbing the air in vain, and his body had already plummeted into the pitch-black abyss.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Yan Sikong watched Shen Hexuan's figure being swallowed up by the darkness, his chest was filled with waves and mixed feelings.

His knees sank, he knelt down on the ground, kowtowed heavily, and said in his heart: "Brother Shen, maybe it won't be long before I can go underground to apologize to you."

"Sir Shen!"

The soldiers in the distance noticed the accident and rushed over in a hurry, aiming at Yan Sikong with the spears and short knives in their hands.

Yan Sikong stood up, turned around, and looked at everyone calmly.

"You...you..." The sharp-eyed person has already recognized Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong pushed back his messy hair, and said in a deep voice, "I exchanged identities with the rebel general Que Wang. It's a bitter plan to conspire with the prince."

Everyone looked at each other, General Xu Wang pointed at him and said: "Yan Sikong, you are well-known and cunning, and now you have killed Mr. Shen, you... what is going on!"

"General Xu, you don't know. I was ordered by the prince to pretend to be Que Wang, and it was a trap for the Feng family's army. As for Shen Hexuan..." Yan Sikong looked back at the cliff coldly, "He was placed by the court on the cliff. The eyeliner around the prince is everywhere to restrain the prince, the prince ordered me to wait for the opportunity to get rid of him, and put the blame on Que Wang."

Xu Wang and the others looked at each other, for a moment they couldn't tell whether what Yan Sikong said was true or not, but Que Wang turned into Yan Sikong, but they saw it with their own eyes, and they didn't know the bond between the two of them, so It sounds reasonable to say that the King of Chu set up the game, but Shen Hexuan's death made him suspicious, after all, they all knew that Yan Sikong and Shen Hexuan were not on good terms.

Now that the lord general is dead, they were at a loss for a while.

Yan Sikong raised his military talisman: "From now on, I am the chief general. Only a few of you know about this matter, so don't say anything about it."

Xu Wang's eyes widened: "I will send someone to report to the prince first."

Yan Sikong said coldly, "Xu Wang, let me tell you, I am the prince's teacher, and the prince's reliance on me is unnecessary for me to explain. Even if I kill Shen Hexuan first, so what? After I defeat Feng Ye , I will explain it to the prince, but tomorrow I will exchange prisoners with Feng Ye, which will delay the military plane, I will take you as a question!"

Xu Wang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he didn't know how to make a decision.

Yan Sikong shook the soldier talisman and said sharply: "Here is the soldier talisman, who will not accept it!"

Several soldiers looked at each other, and retracted their weapons in unison, Xu Wang gritted his teeth, and said helplessly: "The final general will be at the command of Lord Yan."

Yan Sikong nodded in satisfaction: "Xu Wang, I will promote you to join the army, pass on the order, Mr. Shen fell ill, and you will lead the army temporarily. What happened just now, including my identity, is only among the seven of us. No news shall be spread, and no one shall leave the camp, and those who violate it shall be beheaded."

"Yes."

"The others step down, General Xu, I will discuss tomorrow's matters with you alone."

"Yes."

Xu Wang walked in front of Yan Sikong with a somewhat embarrassed expression. After all, Shen Hexuan, who was pushed off the cliff, was just now where he was standing.

Yan Sikong's body, which had been supporting himself for a long time, was a little unsteady at this moment. He swayed and sat down, humming uncontrollably in his throat, and said in a low voice: "Xu Wang, listen, tomorrow you will According to the agreement, send me to Fengye in exchange for Fengxiang City."

"What do you want to do?" Xu Wang asked with a frown. He had heard about Yan Sikong's affair with Feng Ye, and he was full of suspicion.

Yan Sikong's eyes were cold: "Fengye is ungrateful, not only do I want to trap him here, I also want him to die."

"Could it be that my lord... wants to assassinate him?"

"Fengye's martial arts are so strong, how could I be so reckless." Yan Sikong said, "What he wants is Que Wang, and when he finds out that I am not Que Wang, his soldiers and horses have already withdrawn from Fengxiang, and the Lu army is also waiting To surround him, he will not kill me in order to escape and also for Que Wang."

"Then... then what?"

"Do you remember, what is the task that the prince entrusted to us?"

"Trap Feng Ye in Fengxiang, and the army surprises Taiyuan."

"Feng Ye leads [-] troops, and there may be backup. We only have [-] troops. How long can we trap him, three days? Five days? If it is true that Na Que Wang traded Feng Xiang with him, his goal will be achieved. If we try our best to break through, we will suffer heavy losses in order to hold him back." Yan Sikong said nonsense, "But if he loses Fengxiang, what if he doesn't get Quewang back?"

Xu Wang thought about it: "I have heard that the wolf king is arrogant, so I can't swallow it."

"That's right, so at this time, if you trade me for Que Wang again, he will definitely agree, and he will be able to hold him back without a single soldier."

"Then Lord Yan is probably very dangerous. How can he survive the wolf king's fury?"

"Serving the lord, I don't hesitate to do anything." Yan Sikong sneered, "When the lord's army conquers Taiyuan, and then divides troops to attack Fengye, this Central Plains, let him come back if he doesn't."

Xu Wang nodded and said, "My lord and Master Yan are really good planners."

The two of them discussed many details before finally deciding on the matter of Yan Sikong being in the "enemy camp".

The reason why Yan Sikong wanted to "gift" himself to Fengye was that Yuan Nanyu would reveal his secrets sooner or later. Only when he had control of the [-] soldiers and horses could Fengye and Chen Kui treat him well. Afraid, secondly, he learned medical skills when he was young, and he had some judgments about his injuries. The whip wounds on his body had festered, and there were signs of fever. There is no good doctor in the army. dead.

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In the early morning of the second day, the two armies met outside Fengxiang City. They watched as Feng Ye withdrew Fengxiang's troops and Xu Wang led his troops to occupy the city. At the same time, they also handed over the prison cart containing Yan Sikong and Yuan Shaoxu Feng Jiajun.

Yan Sikong was still lying sideways in the prison car, his face was covered with disheveled hair. Others thought he was still in a coma. He was indeed feverish and groggy, but he still quietly looked at the red horse standing not far away. The majestic and majestic wolf king.

Feng Ye.

As fate would have it, they will meet again.It's just that this time there is no longer any turmoil in his heart. The love for Feng Ye and the resentment towards Feng Ye, in the endless torture between each other, finally became numb.

He, Yan Sikong, still wanted many things—if he had one in his life, he would pursue it to death, but he alone no longer wanted Feng Ye.

He saw Feng Ye got off his horse and rushed to the prison car: "Que Wang!" The voice was full of anxiety and worry.

Yan Sikong glanced wearily at Feng Ye through the mask and through the gap in his hair.

This face is so familiar and profound, he can even count the position of each mole and describe the shape of the eyebrows out of thin air, but when he looks at this incomparably handsome face, he can only feel indifferent. strangeness.

He was finally letting go.

He closed his eyes and said nothing.

"Take the general back to the camp!" Feng Ye growled.

The prison van was dragged back to the camp, Yan Sikong was carefully carried out of the prison van, Feng Ye strode ahead to open the way himself, and sent him to a warm and clean tent, where several doctors were already on standby.

"Heal the general quickly!" Feng Ye sternly said, "If there is anything wrong with the general, I will not spare you!"

The doctors surrounded Yan Sikong nervously, and carefully cut his clothes. The close-fitting cloth had been glued to the wound, and the scabs of blood were shocking. Since he had been staying in the cold dungeon after being tortured, he hadn’t gotten any blood. Properly healed, the wound looks horrible now.

Feng Ye clenched his fists and rattled, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and his whole body was full of hostility.Excessive anger made him not notice the difference in the figure of the person in front of him.

The doctor carefully healed his wounds, he couldn't stop moaning in pain, his brain was already burning a little unconsciously, but the pain on his body brought him back to consciousness over and over again.

After the doctor finished treating the wound, Yan Sikong's sweat almost wet the bed sheet.

Feng Ye waved everyone away, sat on the side of the bed, soaked the towel in hot water and wrung it dry, looked at the limp person on the bed, and sighed heavily: "Que Wang, have you learned a lesson? "

Yan Sikong's brain kept shaking, he guessed Feng Ye's expression after knowing his identity, but he couldn't imagine it.

Forget it, he is half dead now, so what can Feng Ye do to him.

Feng Ye reached out and took off the dirty mask, and gently wiped the dirt on Yan Sikong's face with a towel, but he stopped after just two wipes.

He raised his hand, his eyes lingered on the smooth forehead, where there should have been a faint ink tattoo, but it would never disappear in a lifetime.

Feng Ye was shocked and stood up abruptly.

Yan Sikong drooped his eyelids and looked at Feng Ye quietly, without speaking or expression.

"You..." Feng Ye pointed tremblingly at the person on the couch, "Yan Sikong?!"