The Blood Crown

Years of ups and downs, followed by Feng Ye to attack cities and lands, so that Yan Sikong has few things that can be carried for a long time, and the letterheads between Zhu Lanting and Zhu Lanting have long been burned by him, but he has always had a photographic memory. , Remembering the contents of the letter verbatim, relying on his memory and copying the reply letter from Zhu Lanting just received in his hand, on the yellowed old paper that Feng Ye found for him, the imitation A letter from Zhu Lanting came out.

If all these letters are sent to the imperial court, it will be confirmed that Zhu Lanting had an affair with Yan Sikong, secretly helped the king of Chu to seize the throne, and other serious crimes enough to punish the nine clans. Now that the Zhu family has a prince, he really seems superfluous. With his suspicious personality, at least Zhu Lanting will be arrested and investigated. Then the Zhu family will be in great trouble.

Yan Sikong could imagine how furious Zhu Lanting would be when he received this letter. He had already lost Chen Kui's trust. If he lost the court's trust again, he would bring the entire Zhu family into doom. As the head of the family, he A choice had to be made, even though it might be against his will.

Zhu Lanting is an upright and upright person, and he has helped him several times. He feels guilty, but there is no better way than this right now, not to mention that if Zhu Lanting surrenders, tens of thousands of casualties can be saved.

On the 11th day of the siege, Chen Yu tried to sneak attack on the weakly guarded west gate, but Feng Ye deployed troops to resist in time, so he failed.

On the 16th day of the siege, Yan Sikong finally received a reply from Zhu Lanting. In the letter, Zhu Lanting said that he would rather die than surrender, but he agreed to persuade Emperor Zhaowu to surrender, and asked Fengye to promise not to harm the royal family and not usurp the throne .

Feng Ye's rebellion was originally under the banner of the Qing emperor's side. Before the situation stabilized, he would naturally not risk the world's dissatisfaction and proclaim himself emperor. He really planned to support the thirteenth prince, the baby who was still breastfeeding. .

Zhu Lanting intends to keep his reputation even if he dies, so he will not surrender unless the emperor asks him to surrender.In order to help Zhu Lanting "a helping hand", Feng Ye began to deliver siege equipment to the inner city gate, assuming that he would attack soon.

At this time, Emperor Zhaowu was very anxious, and those who asked for surrender and the battle were almost divided. After receiving the news that King Qin's army was blocked from entering the outer city and that Fengye was about to attack the city, even the commander of the garrison showed discouragement. Completely defeated his will.

Spring of the 39th year of Zhaowu

Faced with the pressure of the Fengye army and the lack of foreign aid, the courtiers asked to surrender. After being besieged in the Forbidden City for 27 days, Emperor Zhaowu surrendered.

The moment the city gate was opened, Feng Yerong was wearing a helmet and a red battle robe. He was sitting on Zuihong's body, his blood was surging in his body as if being boiled. They were all turning blue and white, and even the horse under him could feel the throbbing of the master, and the iron hooves kept stomping back and forth.

Yan Sikong stood aside, couldn't help looking at the man beside him.

The streamer of the banner caressed the red tassels on the top of his hat and helmet. The thick black armor reflected a gloomy cold light under the scorching sun, and the blood-colored war robe behind him moved with the wind. When it danced wildly behind the wolf king, it seemed to have the power to encompass the world and the heart to conquer mountains and rivers.

This man, this man, already has the aura of an emperor.

Feng Ye turned his head slightly, and stared at Yan Sikong with a pair of sharp wolf eyes without blinking. Wushuang's handsome face was filled with quiet arrogance and arrogance. He was a talent who was pushed to the top by monstrous power The daring look, that look, made Yan Sikong tremble.

"Keep your eyes open and watch carefully." Feng Ye sneered, "Watch carefully how I can conquer the Chen family."

"Feng Ye, you finally got your wish." Yan Sikong had mixed feelings.

"My fate is like this, and I can always get what I want." Feng Ye clamped his horse's belly, and walked towards the city gate that he had coveted for many years and represented the territory of thousands of miles, without hesitation.

Yan Sikong stared blankly at Feng Ye's receding back, and suddenly felt that Feng Ye would just disappear in his life, no, his Feng Ye had already disappeared.

The Wolf King has entered the capital. It took him only six years to fight from Shu to Hetao, from Hetao to Datong, and from Datong to Taiyuan. Now, he has captured the outer city of the capital and besieged the capital. The inner city finally forced the emperor to surrender.

The world shakes!

This may be the last breath of the Chen Sheng Dynasty. No one knows what the country will look like if the imperial power is seized by Fengye.

After Feng Ye entered the capital, he quickly disarmed all the troops in the capital and replaced them with his own people.

Zhu Lanting was brought in front of Feng Ye. He had a haggard face and gray hair on his temples. When we parted three years ago, he was in his prime and full of vigor, but now he seemed to be ten years older.

Zhu Lanting glanced at Feng Ye, then searched for Yan Sikong in the house.

Wang Shen shouted: "General Zhu, don't kneel down when you see the Wolf King."

Zhu Lanting ignored it indifferently.

"You..." Wang Shen was about to kick Zhu Lanting when he came up, but Feng Ye waved his hand to stop him.

"It's okay, show the general a seat."

The guard immediately moved the chair, Zhu Lanting sat down unceremoniously, and looked at Feng Ye without fear: "Where is Yan Sikong?"

"You won't see him yet."

"Why?" Zhu Lanting narrowed his eyes, "Could it be... Is it true that Yan Sikong is still in the hands of King Chu?"

Feng Ye just smiled and said nothing, Yan Sikong stood aside wearing Yuan Nanyu's mask, also remained silent.

"You lied to me! Where did you get the letterhead? What happened to his handwriting?!" Zhu Lanting stood up excitedly, and the guards on both sides pulled out their swords.

Feng Ye comforted: "These are not important, General Zhu, I have always admired you as a person. Back then, you helped us seal the family. I am grateful and never forget it. Therefore, I will keep my promise and not hurt the royal family at all. We also want to support the thirteen princes to inherit the throne."

Zhu Lanting looked at Feng Ye hesitantly: "...Really?"

"Never break your word."

Zhu Lanting pursed his lips, with a complicated look on his face.

"General Zhu, I'm afraid he hasn't slept for many days, why don't you go to rest earlier." Feng Ye stood up, "Send the general back to the residence."

"Where is the wolf king going?" Zhu Lanting looked at Feng Ye nervously.

Feng Ye sneered and said, "Enter the palace and pay homage to the Holy Majesty."

"I'll go with you." Zhu Lanting stared at Feng Ye with bloodshot eyes.

"Alright, then please General Zhu lead the way." Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong and motioned him to follow.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath.Ever since he set foot on this familiar land, he has been unable to calm down for a long time. After all, too many stories have happened here. There are his best memories and his worst memories. There was once his favorite person, There was also the person he hated the most, who had only been separated for three years, but it seemed... half his life had passed away.

On the day he left, he didn't dare to imagine that he could come back, but when he really came back here, he suddenly felt that it was a dream.

He followed Feng Ye and rode into the palace.

He walked this way into the palace with his feet for several years, and later changed to a carriage. He never thought that one day he would enter the palace on a horse. Unless there is an urgent matter, no one is allowed to ride a horse in the city, otherwise It was regarded as a collision with the imperial power, but what they are doing now is a collision.

The palace wall is still the bright red palace wall, surrounded by countless insidious, ugly and bloody battles with the most joyful colors, but everyone knows the danger, but they still sharpen their heads to squeeze in, what a shame sorrow.

Feng Ye led the army into the palace unscrupulously. Inside the palace walls, there was silence and depression. The guards reported that Emperor Zhaowu was waiting for him in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

When they arrived at the Hall of Supreme Harmony, Feng Ye got off his horse, and the accompanying soldiers also got off their horses one after another.

Feng Ye stood still, looking up at this majestic treasure hall, remembering all the things he did when he was in court, as long as he walked up the stairs and stepped into the gate of the palace, the one facing him would be the dragon chair that everyone dreamed of.

Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong, and the two of them looked around, as if they could see each other's state of mind at the moment.He said: "Que Wang follows me in, the others stay here."

"Wait." Zhu Lanting said, "Wolf King, you cannot wear a sword when you meet the Holy Majesty."

Feng Ye grabbed his sword hilt, smiled contemptuously, and strode towards the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

Zhu Lanting sighed deeply, only depression and remorse remained on his face.

The two walked to the front of the palace gate, and both paused.

Yan Sikong looked at the high threshold under his feet, and said softly: "Every time I go to court, I always think that when I cross this threshold, it will be a battlefield."

Feng Ye said: "Yes."

Yan Sikong raised his foot and stepped over, followed by Feng Ye.

In the main hall, Emperor Zhaowu was sitting alone on the dragon chair, with only Yu Ji beside him. Before Yan Sikong's eyes, the sceneries of his early court appeared in front of Yan Sikong's eyes.It's just that it's even more bleak compared to what's in front of you.

He is more bloated and older than before. After three years of absence, his body seems to be completely broken by himself, his face is ashen, and there is no energy left, let alone any imperial majesty.

Seeing Feng Ye, he shrank back in fear.

Feng Ye stood under the dandelion, looked up at Emperor Zhaowu, and called out: "Your Majesty." His voice was full of cold sarcasm.

Emperor Zhaowu grasped the armrest of the dragon chair tightly, trying to force himself into a bit of momentum, but the fine sweat on his forehead had already betrayed him, and he tremblingly said: "Fengye, you, what do you want."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, Your Majesty can afford anything I want."

Emperor Zhaowu raised his hand to wipe his sweat, and Yu Ji wiped it lightly with a white silk. This old eunuch who had served Emperor Zhaowu for most of his life had a sad look on his face.

"You, you said you wouldn't kill me, and my concubines and grandchildren."

"Feng Ye should keep his promise." Feng Ye looked at Emperor Zhao Wu with contempt and hatred in his eyes.

Yan Sikong suddenly took a step forward: "Your Majesty, do you still remember me?"

Emperor Zhaowu was startled, staring at the mask on Yan Sikong's face.

Yan Sikong slowly took off his mask.

"You!" Emperor Zhaowu pointed at Yan Sikong excitedly, "Yan, Yan Sikong, you..." He wanted to scold, but he was afraid of Feng Ye who was beside him, but his eyes were filled with resentment.

Yan Sikong said calmly: "Your Majesty already knows about this subject's life experience, but has he regretted having favored and trusted treacherous eunuchs for so many years?"

Emperor Zhaowu's lips trembled, his face was livid, but he was speechless.

"The emperor is the son of heaven, every single hair will affect the country, and if one step is lost, countless people will be lost forever, but you have never cared about it." The more Yan Sikong said, the more difficult it was to suppress the hatred in his chest, "You are just like the former emperor. One abandoned Hetao, the other abandoned Liaobei, and the scourge left by the ancestors became like this."

"Shut up!" Emperor Zhaowu pointed at Yan Sikong tremblingly, "Rebel, you ungrateful and rebellious minister..."

Yan Sikong smiled coldly: "I will become a traitor, because you are a fool."

Emperor Zhaowu was so angry that his face was bloodshot.

"Shut up!" A sharp female voice sounded, echoing in the empty hall instantly.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong were both taken aback by this voice, and when they turned their heads to look, a woman dressed in fine clothes appeared at the entrance of the main hall, holding a girl in her arms.

Yan Sikong's heart trembled violently, his face felt hot, and he didn't dare to look directly at the person coming.

That is the princess of Emperor Zhaowu with golden branches and jade leaves, and his first wife——Wan Yang.

I haven't seen her for three years, but Wan Yang still looks like a fish and a wild goose. It's just that she has faded away from the youthfulness of a girl. She has a graceful demeanor and a noble demeanor. Her face is cold, and she exudes the arrogance and alienation of a royal princess.

"Xi'er, what are you doing here as a woman?" Emperor Zhaowu shouted, "Go back quickly."

"I've seen my father." Wan Yang bowed.

Feng Ye also looked at Wan Yang and the child in her arms, his chest was boiling with jealousy, he clenched his fists secretly.

Wan Yang stared at Yan Sikong, walked to him step by step, stretched out his hand and slapped him hard.

Yan Sikong saw her movement, but did not hide, he silently lowered his eyes.

He is sorry for this woman, his first wife.

Wan Yang tremblingly said: "Yan Sikong, what do you think of me? I am a dignified Princess Dasheng, and I was thrown here by you like an abandoned woman. As a son-in-law, you betrayed the emperor..."

"...I'm sorry." Yan Sikong whispered, "I'm sorry for you."

"I'm sorry? You married me for power, and you want this child to save your life. We are all just pawns for you!" Wan Yang was filled with resentment, and raised his hand to fight again.

This time, her hand failed to fall, but was caught by Feng Ye.

Wan Yang looked at Feng Ye with tears in his eyes, with a fearful expression on his face.

"Xi'er, I know it's uncomfortable for you to be caught in the middle, but..." Feng Ye said coldly, "From the moment when more than two hundred members of my Feng family were wiped out, you should have thought that this day would come."

Wan Yang's tears fell down: "Cousin, why do you have to do this, why..."

The girl in her arms stretched out her small hand, touched her face, and said delicately: "Mother, don't cry..."

Yan Sikong looked at the girl who was close at hand, although there was no blood relationship, this girl was his daughter in name, but he didn't even have the courage to touch it.

Feng Ye whispered: "Xi'er, this is the end, accept it, you are Princess Dasheng and the daughter of the Feng family, the only relative I have left in this world, I will not treat you badly."

Wan Yang fell to his knees with a plop, choked with sobs, and said, "Cousin, please let my father go, please let my father go."

Emperor Zhaowu burst into tears immediately.

Feng Ye bent down, took the girl away from Wan Yang's hands, and helped Wan Yang up from the ground: "Don't cry, you just need to be filial to your aunt, don't worry about the rest."

"Cousin, please..."

"This child..." Feng Ye stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's face, "I'm not cowardly, and I won't cry when I'm hugged by a stranger." After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yan Sikong, "It's a pity, he doesn't look good So much like you."

Yan Sikong avoided everyone's eyes, he had never felt so ashamed for a moment.He intrigues and intrigues with outsiders, it is his choice as a man, but this is his wife and daughter, even if they are not husband and wife, even if they are not related by blood, they are still his wife and daughter, and they are extremely innocent, yet he does not even care about them. Using and calculating, he is really ashamed.

Wan Yang looked back and forth between Emperor Zhaowu and Feng Ye, and the sadness in his eyes was even heavier.

Holding the child, Feng Ye walked to Yan Sikong's side, grabbed the child's little hand, raised Yan Sikong's chin, and said coldly: "This is your daughter, don't you want to take a good look at it?"

Yan Sikong raised his eyes, but his eyes were dodging. The girl stared at Yan Sikong with big clear eyes.

This girl has a beautiful face, although she looks ordinary compared to him and Wan Yang, she is still smart and cute.Her eyes were so innocent and pure, completely unaware that her existence was just a conspiracy.

Yan Sikong saw his dirty and despicable self in those pupils that were as clean as a spring, and he subconsciously turned his face away.

Wan Yang wiped away his tears and stepped forward, as if he wanted to please Feng Ye: "Jinyu, call me uncle."

Feng Ye was shocked, and stared straight at Wan Yang: "Her...what's her name?"

Wan Yang was startled: "Yan Jinyu."

"Let's call it Jinyu. Before my mother died, she named my elder brother's and my children's children, 'As far as this world is concerned, anyone who is pregnant with Jinyu and holds orchid laurel is ashamed of it'."

"My daughter, why use your name."

The conversation with Yan Sikong once appeared in Feng Ye's mind, and he looked deeply at Yan Sikong.