The Blood Crown

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong stiffly: "You... used this name."

Yan Sikong didn't answer.Back then when he received a letter from his family asking him to name the child, he refused Feng Ye, but he still wrote down these two words because Feng Ye said, "This is the child of both of us". , He still had some extravagant ideas and expectations for Feng Ye, he thought that time would heal the pain and clear up the misunderstanding, but he didn't expect that after two years, the two of them would go further and further apart step by step until they reached a desperate situation.

Wan Yang looked at Feng Ye puzzled.

Feng Ye stroked the girl in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Jin Yu, I named it." I don't know if he was talking to himself or to share with others, his chest heaved violently, It's hard to be calm for a long time.

Yan Sikong really chose this name for his daughter, he told himself...

Looking at the invisible but secretly surging bond between the two of them, Wan Yang knew that those rumors were true. She had a bitter look on her face and gray eyes, and finally turned into a mocking smile.

Yan Sikong said in a low voice: "Madam, take the child back, I will go and apologize to you."

"Madam? Why did you ever treat me as your wife?" Wan Yang said angrily, "You let me be ridiculed, and Jinyu was ridiculed. When she grows up, she will bear the stigma of the daughter of a treacherous official and a traitor for the rest of her life!"

"Who dares." Feng Ye said coldly, "You are the daughter of my Feng family, and so is Jinyu. If anyone disrespects me, I want his head!"

"Cousin, you can kill one person, but can you stop all of you?"

"I'll kill as many as there are." Feng Ye said proudly, "Listen, you will always be Princess Dasheng, and he is not a traitor or traitor. This child is not only your child, but also..." He deeply He took a deep look at Yan Sikong, "It is also connected with my blood, and I will make her the most honorable daughter of Dasheng."

Wan Yang froze for a moment, then burst out laughing, sadly and sadly: "Blood? Hahahaha, blood, what a joke!" Crystal tears fell down.

Feng Ye frowned: "What are you laughing at?"

"Ma'am..." Yan Sikong tried to stop Wan Yang, the truth is no longer important, why make another disturbance.

Wan Yang gritted his teeth and said, "Didn't you tell him? Why? Why didn't you tell him? You don't dare, or you are ashamed? I have kept it a secret from you for so long, now there is no need to keep it a secret, everything is meaningless."

Feng Ye said anxiously: "Xi'er, what are you talking about, what are you hiding?"

Wan Yang said sarcastically, "This child is not ours at all."

Feng Ye was struck by lightning.

"She Zhun bought her from the countryside." Wan Yang looked at the ignorant girl, his mother's eyes were clearly full of pain, "I never let him touch me, he married me, yes In order to be a son-in-law, he wants this child to save his life, he has plans for everything, and he will do anything for revenge." She turned to Yan Sikong, "Yan Sikong, aren't you afraid of retribution!"

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Retribution has already come.

Emperor Zhaowu sighed, "Xi'er, you are so stupid."

Wan Yang knelt down and cried, "Royal father, it's my son who is unfilial and believed his lies so easily, let him leave the capital."

Emperor Zhaowu burst into tears: "No... it's my fault, I shouldn't... propose a marriage for you."

Feng Ye froze in place, as if a sharp sword pierced his chest, making him almost forget to breathe.

The child...is bought, and the two of them...are not husband and wife.

This was what Yan Sikong told him back then, but he didn't believe it, he refused to believe a single word.

This is actually true?

This person, from beginning to end, was the only one?

Feng Ye felt his brain buzzing, and his eyes turned white. He stared blankly at Yan Sikong, with mixed emotions in his heart.

Yan Sikong wanted to escape from here immediately, but he was so tired that he couldn't even lift his feet.

Emperor Zhaowu tremblingly said: "Fengye, you let me take the Zen seat, I, I give the Zen seat to you, and I will hand over Xie Zhongren to you. Don't kill me, don't hurt my concubines and grandchildren."

Feng Ye came back to his senses, took two steps towards Yan Sikong, his lips parted slightly, hesitant to speak.

Yan Sikong ignored Feng Ye, he helped Wan Yang up: "Madam, take the child back, I owe you, I will make it up to you."

"How do you want to make up for it?" Wan Yang looked at Yan Sikong resentfully, "If you want revenge, then come to me and let the emperor go."

"You go back first, and I will try my best to preserve the dignity of the royal family."

Feng Ye returned the child to Wan Yang, and said in a low voice, "Sikong..."

Yan Sikong turned a deaf ear and turned to leave.

Feng Ye chased him out of the palace gate, but he saw that Yan Sikong had already put on a mask, and his soldiers were under the steps, all watching him, he had to give up what he wanted to say, but his mind was in a turmoil.

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Jingyuan Prince's Mansion has been abandoned for too long, and the former two hundred people have all become underground ghosts. Now, weeds are overgrown and dilapidated, and it takes time to repair and clean it.

So the group went back to the post house first.

As soon as he arrived at the post house, Feng Ye dragged Yan Sikong into the room, and tore off his mask involuntarily.

Yan Sikong reached out to snatch it, but Feng Ye dodged it.

"Give it to me." Yan Sikong said, "Now I understand why Que Wang wears it all the time." The mask is like a piece of armor, which can be shrunk inside so that no one can see his embarrassment and uneasiness. If you take it off, you will have to face this troubled world and all living beings with their own ghosts naked, which makes people feel terrified.

Feng Ye put the mask on the table and took a deep breath: "Wan Yang... the matter with the child..."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye calmly, wanting to hear what Feng Ye was going to say, but in fact, he no longer cared about what Feng Ye said.

"I..." Feng Ye seemed a little embarrassed, "I didn't expect it to be true."

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not. I'm tired and want to rest."

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong back, and said with difficulty: "This matter... I blamed you." He still remembered Yan Sikong's anxious expression when he talked about this matter with him, and his complete disappointment afterwards. Dazed by jealousy, when he thought of Yan Sikong and Wan Yang having a child, he wished he could kill someone. At that time, he couldn't listen to anything he said.

But what Yan Sikong said is true...

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye expressionlessly. He once thought about whether Feng Ye would regret it when he knew that he had misunderstood him one day, but now his heart has become numb. Tens of thousands of times can't restore a trace of trust, and others need to prove it, so what's the point of the truth to them?He said "hmm", "Can I rest?"

"Sikong..." Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "You concealed your marriage with Xi'er early on, and you wanted to be a son-in-law, and Xi'er is... and very beautiful, how could I believe..."

Yan Sikong said calmly: "Needless to say, it's all over."

Feng Ye stared blankly at the coldness and meaninglessness on Yan Sikong's face, his heart clenched into a ball. He used to think that Yan Sikong, who was making sophistry in every possible way, was too hateful, but when this person finally stopped "sophistrying", he But desperately trying to see even a trace of "care" from this indifferent face.

No, nothing, even the eyes are a pool of stagnant water.

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's shoulder and refused to let go: "You, you used the name Jinyu, you have only me from the beginning to the end, right?"

"Yeah, so what?" Yan Sikong mocked, "What are you trying to say? Are these insignificant things still important?"

"Of course it's important!" Feng Ye growled, "I've always mistakenly thought that it was you who got married and had children first, and you...you betrayed me first..." The more he said, the more he felt suffocated and uncomfortable. In his heart, it was Yan Sikong who let him down first, so he married a wife and had children, which was nothing more than a balance, and even tinged with revenge, but now Wan Yang told him personally that the two of them had never been husband and wife. The child was also brought here, just like what Yan Sikong said back then, but he didn't believe it. It's been three years, and he hasn't believed it!

Yan Sikong only felt that Fengye was around, and the air became thinner, which made him have difficulty breathing and a splitting headache. He just wanted to escape from these things as soon as possible: "Fengye, I'm really too lazy to listen to this, have you finished?"

Feng Ye's nasal cavity was sore, and he stared at Yan Sikong with panic written in his eyes: "If I knew... If I knew this, I would not marry a wife."

"You will." Yan Sikong said softly, "There are three kinds of unfilial piety, and the greatest thing is to have no descendants. The Feng family must have a great power, and there must be someone who succeeds."

Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "I really thought about it, otherwise I wouldn't have waited until this age."

Yan Sikong nodded perfunctorily.

"You don't care at all!" Feng Ye was stunned by Yan Sikong's indifference, and he said sharply, "If it wasn't for... If you hadn't deceived and used me many times in the past, I wouldn't have believed you. One wife and one concubine are not what I want, I just..."

"What does it have to do with me?" Yan Sikong finally raised his head, looked straight at Feng Ye, with no fear in his eyes, "You are the three thousand in the harem, and I won't even blink my eyelids, have you forgotten?" Qing Zhi End of righteousness', did you say it yourself?"

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong stiffly.

"Go out, I still need to recuperate." Yan Sikong crossed Fengye and wanted to enter the house.

Feng Ye grabbed his wrist and said with difficulty: "If I knew, you would always be alone with me, I wouldn't... treat you like that."

Yan Sikong pulled Feng Ye's hand away and walked straight into the back room. When he passed through the moon cave door, he stopped and said coldly without looking back, "Also, don't call me 'Sikong' again. I am not Yan Sikong."

Feng Ye clenched his fists, facing the mighty wolf king who was calm and composed, his eyes were red and his face was as pale as paper.