The Blood Crown

Feng Ye sent out a few people to look for clues before and after the fire in the granary that night. All the captured Chu soldiers were severely interrogated, and the nearby towns and mountain villages were also visited one by one by Yuan Nanyu's people, almost digging the ground. Sanchi is looking for someone.

Feng Changyue strongly disagreed, but there was nothing he could do.He wanted to persuade Fengye to give up. In his opinion, Yan Sikong was already dead, but Fengye refused to accept it. Now that Fengye was in power, no one could stop him.

Chen Kui and Prince Ning's son fled back to Taiyuan and closed the city.Yan Sikong burned Chen Yu's [-] stones of grain and grass, seriously hurting his vitality, and it may be difficult to recover in a short time.

Feng Ye seems to be sitting on the world, but in fact, internal and external troubles are far from over.

Right now, there is still a group of King Qin's army that has not retreated, and that is Zhao Fuyi brought back from Liaodong.After Zhao Fuyi took charge of Liaodong, although Zhuo Letai failed to cross the thunder pool, he still stared at the tiger across the Huangshui. The crisis has never been resolved. At that time, the 30 soldiers of the Feng family army were overwhelming the city. Emperor Zhaowu ordered Zhao Fuyi's squadron to return to the court to rescue him. However, Zhao Fuyi refused, and the court issued three imperial edicts. In desperation, he had no choice but to return to Beijing, but fell ill on the way.

Feng Ye sent someone to send a letter to negotiate a peace, but Zhao Fuyi ignored him, Feng Ye respected Zhao Fuyi and did not attack.

However, Zhao Fuyi left Liaodong, and Zhuo Letai had no scruples. The golden man's iron hoof could strike at any time, and that was a knife hanging around his neck.

The temple is not safe up and down.

After Emperor Zhaowu was forced to abdicate, Fengye sent the thirteenth prince, who was only fifteen months old, to the throne. The princes of the Chen family gritted their teeth with hatred. He is hiding his strength and biding his time, planning to make a comeback.

And Feng Ye, the emperor who manipulated this milk baby, stole power and governed the country. He was also opposed and resisted by the ministers of the court and the people of insight in the world. Since Yan Sikong's "disappearance", Feng Ye has become even more ruthless Brutality, in order to stabilize the situation, the courtiers and restless literati were promoted, appointed, dismissed, and hegemony was seized by life and death. Everyone in the court was in danger and panic all day long.

At this time of domestic and foreign difficulties, and the country's difficult situation, Feng Ye wanted to stabilize the government, consolidate power, and guard against enemy aggression. At the same time, he searched for Yan Sikong with a glimmer of hope. Tossing and falling asleep in pain, hope and despair tormented him again and again, there is no kind of suffering in this world, comparable to the unforgettable regret and longing.

But he must firmly believe that Yan Sikong is alive, and he must keep looking for it, that is the only force that supports him from falling down.

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After hearing the news of Yan Sikong's "death", She Zhun ran up to Feng Ye, pointed at his nose and scolded him, regardless of his injuries.

The guards all drew their swords to face each other: "Bold, dare to be rude to the wolf king!"

Feng Ye stopped the guard and looked at She Zhun coldly: "Yan Sikong is not dead, if you hadn't been recuperating in bed, I would be the first to suspect that you hid him."

"He's not dead, what about that man!"

"He...he escaped." Feng Ye said with difficulty, "The last person who saw him said that he walked into the fire by himself, but the body did not die from the fire, but was killed, so it must be It's not him, it must not be him, it must be..." He repeated it, as if everything would come true if he said it a few more times.

She Zhun sternly said: "He promised me that I would come back alive, but now there is no one alive or dead. He burned Chen Kui's granary for you, and he killed himself so that you would not be threatened by Chen Kui. for you!"

Feng Ye was speechless.Now he has lost a lot of weight, haggard as if he was a different person, and he can't get back the high-spirited and condescending rebelliousness of the world. He has been tortured, but he has nowhere to vent, because he can't blame others, as Que Wang said , The person he should blame the most - is himself.

"It's all you. If it wasn't for you, how could he have gone through such a rough life." She Zhun was in unbearable grief, gritted her teeth with hatred for Feng Ye, and just wanted to pour out all the debts that this person in front of her owed Yan Sikong, " He regards revenge as more important than his own life, but for you, he would rather take a ten-year plan to risk the prison. Without you, why would he betray the emperor and be scolded by the world? Without you, why would he bother with his colleagues? , The students turned against each other, without you, he would not have to take this most difficult road, just to let you rule the roost! The only reward he wants is to govern the country under your shadow, isn’t this what he deserves? Is it? Yan Sikong has never lived for himself in this life, even though he is really insidious and cunning, but he has betrayed so many people, but he has never betrayed you Fengye, you are the least qualified to blame him in this world people!"

Feng Ye clenched his fists, feeling like he was burning inside.When the truth that was blinded by his arrogance and resentment was revealed little by little, he found that he had kept someone in his heart for ten years, but never really understood.He thought that his love for Yan Sikong was as deep as the ocean and he would not get anything in return, but he regarded everything Yan Sikong did for him as having ulterior motives.

Why is he so stupid!

She Zhun was trembling with anger: "He always thinks about whether he will hurt you. What have you done for him? You just said a few innocuous words of love to him when you were young and frivolous. You really did it for him What has he lived, is it worth his whole life to pay back? It's not that he can't escape, he just doesn't want to live anymore, and he will help you in the end, but you want to erase his identity and your past together!" She Zhun hated He wanted to kill Feng Ye on the spot.

"...I'm sorry for him." Feng Ye said in a hoarse voice, "I...mistakenly blamed him. But, he didn't die, that...that charred corpse was not him, I sent someone to look for him, I We must find him."

"If you want to find him, then go die." With tears in her eyes, She Zhun gave Feng Ye a vicious look, turned and left.

It took a long time for Feng Ye to recover from the suffocating pain, and he said softly, "Send someone and follow him."

She Zhun left the capital with his men regardless of his injuries.Feng Ye sent masters to follow him, but She Zhun's whereabouts were unpredictable, and he was famous for being mysterious and pervasive in the Jianghu. No one could follow him. It didn't take long for She Zhun to disappear completely.

Feng Ye lost the last clue to find Yan Sikong.

-

half year later

Zuojia Village, Liangshui County, Bazhou

A man who is much taller and stronger than ordinary people is shirtless and buried in the field farming. It is the autumn harvest season, and the wheat in the field is ripe, year-by-year-old, densely intertwined, with the The breeze blows away, laying out endless golden yellow, which looks really gratifying.

After working for a long time, he was a little tired, so he straightened up and wiped the sweat from his face with a cloth towel.

A slender little woman, holding a dustpan in her hand, passed through the wheat field and walked straight towards him. Upon closer inspection, she found that her belly was protruding, indicating that she was pregnant.

"Brother Dumb." The little woman walked up to him, took out dry food and tea from the dustpan, and said angrily, "It's such a hot day, take a rest, who forced you to do this."

Ali lowered his head, looked at Yingmei's delicate and pure face, and couldn't help showing a smile. Such a simple and happy smile made his ugly face less scary.

The two were sitting in the wheat field to rest, and Ali touched Yingmei's belly with his hands from time to time, his face full of joy.

Yingmei wiped his sweat from his face to the large burn scar on his arm: "This Qiuhuo, Qiuhuo, why is it so hot? Is your wound itchy?"

Ali shook his head and gestured with his hands.

"Don't worry, I didn't come out until I had prepared meals for the young master." Yingmei complained, "We are not short of money, why do you love to work so much all day long, it's too hot today, come back with me."

Ali blinked and gestured: When you married me, it didn't matter if a man was ugly, as long as he could work.

Yingmei chuckled: "If you listen to me so much, then I want you to rest today, will you listen?"

Ali nodded blankly.

"Then let's go." Yingmei stood up and pulled Ali up with all her strength, "Go back and listen to the young master's story."

The young couple, one carrying a hoe and the other holding a dustpan, went home hand in hand.

Zuojia Village is a very remote mountain village. It takes two days and one night to go to Liangshui County by bullock cart. There is little contact with the outside world here, and the people live and work in peace and contentment, with simple folk customs.

At the beginning, She Zhun settled Ali here. Ali looked scary, but he was honest and hardworking. He often helped the villagers with work, and he was quickly accepted.

When the two returned home, Mei Ying said loudly, "Master, we are back, have you eaten yet?"

A calm and magnetic voice came from inside the room: "Eat it, you are pregnant, so don't run around."

"It doesn't matter, I've been running in this mountain since I was a child, and I'm really strong." Yingmei giggled, "I brought my dumb brother back, he still has to work in such a hot day, isn't he stupid?" .As he spoke, he punched Ali.

Ali smiled foolishly. He took out a porcelain vase from the cabinet. The vase seemed to come from a high-quality porcelain kiln. It didn't seem to be something that would appear in this simple farm house. Tianshan Ganoderma lucidum's gold-chuang medicine is extremely precious. The medicine is specially prepared in Yaogu, and it is specially designed to treat burns. Ordinary people can't buy it even if they want to.

Ali took the medicine and entered the house.

A slender man, wearing a plain green shirt, was lying on a bamboo chair reading a book. He was holding a scroll in one hand, and waving a fan slowly in the other. The bamboo chair was swaying gently, looking relaxed.

Hearing that Ali entered the room, he put down the book in his hand, revealing a handsome and beautiful face, his black hair was casually tied up in a bun, that face was peaceful and serene, like a banished fairy Untouched by the mortal world, who would have thought that he is Yan Sikong, a generation of treacherous Yan Sikong who once stirred up chaos in the world and caused a turmoil in the world.

"Why, I have to take medicine again." Yan Sikong felt a little helpless, "It's been too hot recently, this thing is sticky, it's really uncomfortable."

Ali nodded and gestured.

"I know, I know, come on." Yan Sikong took off his clothes, brushed up his loose hair, half of his back, right arm and left leg were wrapped in white cloth.

Ali untied the white cloth, gradually revealing the hideous burn scar underneath. Since the wound healed, the medicine had to be changed every three days. Day and night, he had to wrap the white cloth like this to press the scar tightly, otherwise the flesh would be damaged. It grew thicker and thicker, and he himself had burns, but he didn't care that the scars were ugly, but he forced Yan Sikong to wrap them up.

After Ali wiped it clean with a damp cloth, he began to apply the medicine. Yan Sikong's face was still calm.The scalded area is much more numb than the intact flesh, and he probably won’t feel any pain even if he was cut a few times up, but back then he was in so much pain that he wished he could bump his head to death, if he was really burnt to death then, On the contrary, it was all over, but if he survived, he had to suffer the crime of living.

After the medicine was finished, Ali rewrapped Yan Sikong in a white cloth, and the two of them were sweating from the heat after their hard work.

Yan Sikong said: "Let me tell you, there is no need to apply medicine, and there is no need to wrap these things around. No one can tell when the left and right clothes are covered, so it doesn't matter."

Ali shook his head vigorously, gesticulating: You go and talk to Mr. She.

Yan Sikong curled his lips helplessly: "If you count the days, the news about She Zhun should arrive."

Ali said that he would pick it up at the agreed place in the afternoon.

Yan Sikong sighed softly, lay back on the couch again, rocked slowly, stared out the window with ecstasy, and fell into silence again.

Since setting fire to burn food in the camp of the Chu army that day, it has gone from early summer to late autumn in a blink of an eye.

He thought he was bound to die, but when he opened his eyes, he was still alive.

After She Zhun put Ali in place, Ali was worried about him, so he ran out by himself and hid in the mountains, waiting for an opportunity to find him. When the Chu camp was in chaos, Ali sneaked in and took the dying He rescued.

Later, She Zhun found Ali, and he also found him.

Many places on his body were burned, and Ali was also injured, but he survived.Maybe he, Yan Sikong, has a hard life, so hard that he can only conquer the people around him, and he can't die if he wants to die alone.

Let it be that he died once, and now he has a new life. Since God gave him an extra life, it must have not tormented him enough to let him complete the unfinished things.