The Blood Crown

After Yan Sikong rushed out the door, he saw Yuan Nanyu and others who were waiting in the courtyard.

Not far away, the two brothers looked at each other sadly. With a glance, it seemed as if time and space had gone back 20 years. Those old memories buried by the wind and snow in Liaodong showed their true colors.

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu shouted tremblingly.

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu's face similar to his own, finally, he didn't have to see the heavy mask on this face, finally, he didn't have to see strangeness and hesitation on this face.

"Second Brother." Yuan Nanyu called out again, this "Second Brother" was full of sadness and guilt, his eyes were red, and he strode over.

Yan Sikong also stepped forward a few steps: "Yu'er!"

The two brothers hugged each other tightly, and felt sad for a moment, almost crying.

"Second brother, I'm sorry." Yuan Nanyu choked up, "I left you alone in the enemy camp, I... I forgot you."

"I don't blame you, the second brother never blames you." Yan Sikong hugged Yuan Nanyu's shoulders tightly, grabbed the back of his neck, and then said in a crying voice, "You have suffered too much, you have to replace me , suffered too much, if you want to say sorry, it should be me."

"There is nothing to replace, I am willing, I know, only you can avenge father." Yuan Nanyu said sadly, "You have not suffered for the past 20 years. Fortunately, God has eyes, we still have to pay for it." Can be reunited alive, and can... go home."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes: "Yes, we are going home."

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The [-] soldiers Feng Ye brought was the largest force he could split from the capital, after all there were still Chen Kui and other princes watching from behind.

Although Zhuo Letai's troops were still twice as powerful as theirs, with the wolf king and Feng family army in Guangning, it seemed to be indestructible. At least the people of Liaodong, who were already desperate, finally saw hope.

After entering the twelfth lunar month, it was very cold in Liaodong, and the inside and outside of Guangningwei were covered with white snow.

Huangshui was completely frozen, and Zhuo Letai was still preparing for battle, showing no signs of attacking.

Everyone analyzed that Zhuo Letai was deliberately delaying the time. If it is delayed until the end of winter and early spring, it will be a good time to attack Guangning.

In ancient times, it is more appropriate to fight in autumn, because the grain and grass are abundant after autumn, and the temperature is moderate. It is not suitable to fight in summer. In summer, the grain and grass are green and yellow, and the weather is too hot. Tuntian, there will be no food and grass in the coming year.

Most of the Jin people live on cattle and horses, and they don't do farming. If Zhuo Letai is waiting for the transition of winter and spring, it is really insidious, because what they hope most is a quick battle, otherwise the battle will be delayed beyond the spring. planted, there will be no harvest in the fields of Guangning in the coming year.

Zhuo Letai either wanted to delay the Spring Seed, or he was forcing them to take the initiative to send troops.

After discussing for a day, they still couldn't make a decision, so they had to continue to send scouts to investigate the enemy's situation.

After everyone dispersed, Yan Sikong said to Yuan Nanyu: "I have been back to Guangning for many days, and I have always wanted to visit the old house of the Yuan family, but I don't want to go alone. You can go back with the second brother."

Yuan Nanyu smiled wryly, "That place has been abandoned for many years, I'm afraid it will only add to the sadness."

"Don't you want to go?"

"I want to." Yuan Nanyu lowered his eyes, "I want to go, but I'm a little scared."

Yan Sikong smiled: "Me too, so I called you and me to be bold."

"Let's go."

"Sikong." Feng Ye walked over.

Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye, his face was very calm.

"Where are you going?"

"Go back to the old house and have a look."

Feng Ye hesitated: "How about I go with you?"

"The wolf king is busy with military affairs, don't waste time on these trivial matters."

"There were childhood memories of you and me, how could it be trivial."

Yan Sikong frowned: "That's my brother's and I's home. If the Wolf King wants to reminisce about the past, let's wait another day."

Feng Ye's face darkened, and he whispered: "Come here."

Feng Ye's bodyguard walked in holding a thick leather cloak.

Both Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu recognized at a glance that it was the bear cloak Feng Ye made for him.

Feng Ye picked up the bear cloak and said softly, "I've been carrying it since I left Taiyuan. I hope that one day it can protect you from the wind and cold."

"No need, I..."

"Put it on." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong eagerly.

Yan Sikong didn't want to get entangled in this matter, in fact, it would be good to have a few words with Feng Ye, he said: "Thank you, Wolf King."

Feng Ye unfolded the bear cloak, walked around behind Yan Sikong, and put it on himself. When he covered his shoulders, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and hug him from behind. He hoped to protect Yan Sikong from the wind and cold. , is himself.

Yuan Nanyu looked at Feng Ye and Yan Sikong silently, without saying a word.

Yan Sikong wrapped himself in a cloak, saluted Feng Ye, and pulled Yuan Nanyu away.

Liang Huiyong's yamen was not far from the Yuan family's old house, and the two walked side by side on the thin snow.

"Do you remember this street? We ran it countless times when we were kids."

"Of course I remember." Yuan Nanyu smiled slightly, "There are a lot of delicious and interesting things on this street, and that tofu shop, my mother told us to come and line up early in the morning. The earlier we come, the more tofu we get. Yue Nen, the owner of the knife and ax shop is big and thick, and he looks so scary..." He followed the memory line, talking about his memories of this street, and finally, he sighed, "When I was young, I felt This street is so long, it seems that if you walk back and forth, it will be gone in a day, but now it seems that it is only so short..."

"Yeah." Yan Sikong also said with emotion, "When I was young, I thought Guangning was so big that there was no limit to how big it was. Now it seems that it is so small. Guangning hasn't changed, it's because we have grown up."

Yuan Nanyu was silent. The scars that have been branded on them in the past 20 years are painful to the bone marrow.

A sad breath flowed between the two of them.

"Second brother, I haven't had time to ask you, you... have planned to feign death and escape, or..."

Yan Sikong whispered: "Is it still important now?"

"I want to know." Yuan Nanyu turned his head to look at him.

Yan Sikong paused, and said: "I didn't intend to leave, it was Ali who rescued me from the fire."

Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath, his chest was congested: "Second brother, why, why did you commit suicide."

"The word 'suicide' is not suitable for me. I am not distraught so I want to seek death and life." Yan Sikong said calmly, "It's just that at the moment, I think it is better for me to die than to live."

Yuan Nanyu bit his lip and said sadly, "Is it because I said those things to you?"

"No." Yan Sikong said hastily, "It has nothing to do with you."

"Is that because of... Fengye?"

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and did not answer.

"Second brother, I saw you become like this, because of elder brother, because of me..."

"No, Yu'er." Yan Sikong smiled faintly, "It has little to do with you to get to where I am today with him. In the past, I did owe him a debt, and what happened to him turned him into a complete mess. The other person, between us, is hard to return."

"...but he really treats you..." Yuan Nanyu hesitated, not knowing whether he should continue.

"Yeah, he has feelings for me, I know, so what." Yan Sikong looked at the vast white snow between the sky and the earth absently, "I'm afraid even he himself can't tell the difference between love and hatred and obsession." I can't tell the difference. When he loves me, he goes deeper and deeper. When he hates me, he humiliates me in every possible way. Which one is him, or is it all him? It’s just a sudden change.”

Yuan Nanyu sighed heavily.

"Now I only want to use the Feng family army to defend Liaodong. Everything else is trivial." Yan Sikong's eyes gradually became condensed, "Especially those illusory 'feelings'."