The Blood Crown

The two walked to the old house of the Yuan family based on their memory.

In their imagination, it should have been a ruin of dilapidated walls, but to the surprise of the two brothers, although the mansion looked old and simple, it was not dilapidated. There is a rusty general lock hanging on the lock, but upon closer inspection, it is only hanging in vain and not locked.

The two looked at each other, both a little puzzled, could it be that there are some homeless people living in it?

Yuan Nanyu took off the lock that was frozen like ice, and pushed the door open. The door leaf made a rough sound, and when he stepped over the threshold, a tall ginkgo tree appeared in front of him. It is covered with frost and snow, and the wanton vicissitudes of vicissitudes complement each other with the nobleness of the trees and silver flowers. Taking the heaven and the earth as the picture scroll, an awe-inspiring aura seems to jump out of it.

That was the big tree they liked to climb up and down when they were young. The simple cabin on the trunk was once their secret fortress, but now it is crumbling in the raging wind and snow.

Looking at everything in memory, the two brothers couldn't hide the sadness in their hearts, and could not speak for a long time.

This is their home, but the happiness of the past has long been buried under the ice and snow, and will never see the light of day again.

Yuan Nanyu said sadly: "Second brother, these 20 years are really like a nightmare."

Yan Sikong's nose soured: "If it's really a nightmare, it will be fine."

At least wake up from the nightmare.

They walked slowly across the courtyard to the wing of the inner courtyard.

Yuanmao is a clean and honest official. The mansion is not big, but there are only a few houses. Sure enough, there are people cleaning and repairing here. Most of the houses still retain their original appearance, old but not broken, but no one lives there.

Could it be that Liang Huiyong sent someone to protect it?But Liang Huiyong never said it, and he had struggled to survive under Han Zhaoxing for the past 20 years, so he probably wouldn't dare to send people to do such a thing.

"I don't know who is cleaning." Yuan Nanyu said, "Go back and ask General Liang."

"Okay." Yan Sikong pushed open the bedroom door of Yuanmao and his wife with anxiety.

The inside of the house is as cold as an ice cellar, but the furnishings are still the same as in memory, there is a slight layer of dust on the table, everything looks like the owner has left the house and will return in a few days.

Enduring the urge to cry, Yan Sikong swept everything in the house one by one. He never thought that one day, he would be able to come back again, but the current "home" is only a cold house, and there is no reunion, so why do you start a family.

They went to see the bedroom they had when they were young. It was much bigger in memory, but now it looks so small. Standing in front of the couch where they used to roll around and play, the memory surged up, making people feel sad. Come.

After closing the door, they came to the ancestral hall.

After the accident that year, the Yuan family moved to Jinan Mansion and took away all the ancestral tablets. Now there is only a lonely tablet on the main hall.

When I got closer, I found that it belonged to Yuanmao. I don't know who set it up, but the incense and tributes on the niche are complete.

Both of them knelt down.

Yuan Nanyu finally couldn't help but shed tears: "Father, the child is not filial, the child is back."

Yan Sikong mourned: "Father, you are the spirit in the sky, are you watching us? Can you bless us, bless Liaodong."

The two worshiped incense, kowtowed their heads, and knelt before Yuanmao's spiritual seat, talking a thousand words, but they didn't know where to start.

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu said hoarsely, "How about we move back here?"

"That's exactly what I mean." Yan Sikong said sadly, "When the leaves fall back to their roots, we can still go home. It must be that Daddy is protecting us in the sky."

Yuan Nanyu looked at Yan Sikong: "I always resent that God has no eyes, but when I think that you and I can still be reunited in this life, I feel that this destiny has finally left a glimmer of hope."

Yan Sikong showed a sad smile: "That's what I thought when I knew you were still alive."

Yuan Nanyu tightly held Yan Sikong's hand, which belonged to a man's strength: "Second brother, in front of father's spiritual seat, you and I pray together that we will never be separated again in this life, okay?"

Yan Sikong also looked at Yuan Nanyu, his eyes were infinitely gentle: "Yu'er, the second brother doesn't want to be separated from you, it's just that things in this world are not as good as people want..."

"I don't care. It's up to people. The second brother promises me first." Yuan Nanyu was full of sadness. Maybe reunion. Second brother, don't be separated from me again, as long as I, Yuan Nanyu, have breath, I won't allow anyone to hurt you."

Yan Sikong smiled with tears in his eyes: "Second Brother promises you, Second Brother can promise you anything."

The two of them knelt in front of Yuanmao Ling for a long time, talking about many past events until the sky darkened.

When they walked out of the ancestral hall and through the courtyard, they saw an old man at the gate of the mansion, wrapped in thick cotton clothes, sweeping snow in front of the gate with a broom.

Yan Sikong didn't want people to look at his face, so he put on a hood, and the thick fur covered most of his face.

"Old man." Yuan Nanyu called out.

The old man turned around and shouted a little excitedly: "Caomin has seen General Yuan." He trembled and was about to kneel down.

"Hurry up and get rid of the courtesy." Yuan Nanyu said hurriedly.

The old man still knelt down, and Yuan Nanyu stepped forward to help him up: "Old man, why do you..."

The old man grabbed Yuan Nanyu's arm, with tears in his eyes: "Caomin didn't expect that the people of Guangning could look forward to another 'General Yuan'."

Yuan Nanyu and Yan Sikong looked at each other and said, "You know my father, old man?"

The old man wiped his tears: "It has been 20 years, and the number of people who remember General Yuanmao has become less and less. 20 years ago, if it wasn't for General Yuanmao, Guangning would have disappeared. The people of Guangning would have done it a long time ago. The soul of the barbarian died under the knife, but such a good official, the court punished him..."

Yan Sikong's body trembled slightly, and his chest was filled with pain.

Yuan Nanyu said in a hoarse voice: "It turns out that there are still people who remember my father's achievements and his grievances."

"There are fewer and fewer people who remember it." The old man sobbed, "Caomin, this old bone that is dying, can wait until the court rehabilitates General Yuanmao, and he can die in peace."

Yuan Nanyu said movedly: "Is it the old man who has been repairing and cleaning my old house all these years?"

"I'm not the only one." The old man said, "In the past 20 years, we have never forgotten the kindness of General Yuanmao and guarded this house secretly. There is hope, there is hope!"

Yuan Nanyu said firmly: "Don't worry, old man, I will definitely inherit my father's behest, keep Guangning and Liaodong."

"Thank you, General Yuan." The old man couldn't help crying.

Yan Sikong felt sour, but there was a tinge of consolation, it turns out that there are still people who remember the hero who saved Guangning, as long as there is one person in this world who remembers, he is immortal.

When the two returned to the post house, Yuan Nanyu put his hand on Yan Sikong's cheek: "Second brother, it's freezing, go and warm up, go to bed early."

"You too. Tomorrow, General Liang will send someone to clean up the old house, so we can move back home earlier." Yan Sikong smiled slightly, "With our brothers here, we will never let the gold thief touch Guangning."

Yuan Nanyu nodded heavily.

After parting, Yan Sikong went straight to his other courtyard, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he saw a dark figure on the stone bench.

Taking a look through the thin halo of the moon, it was actually Feng Ye.

Yan Sikong paused, seeing that Feng Ye had turned his face away, neither advancing nor retreating.

Feng Ye stood up, a layer of snow shook off his cloak, his face was flushed from the cold, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting here: "Sikong." His voice trembled as soon as he opened his mouth.

Yan Sikong frowned and looked at him silently.

"You're back." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong without blinking, "I think, I want to say a few words with you."

"It's late at night, if you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow." Yan Sikong walked towards his room door.

Feng Ye rushed to the door in a few steps. He was wrapped in cold air, and his whole body was like an icicle. When he took a closer look, his long eyelashes were covered with a thick layer of frost, "Tomorrow, you will also It’s better to just say today than to say another day.”

"The Wolf King and I can only talk about business matters." Yan Sikong said coldly, "It's inconvenient to talk about business matters right now."

"It's business between you and me."

"There is no 'between you and me'." Yan Sikong said, "Wolf King, please go back."

Feng Ye couldn't hide his sadness, he gritted his teeth: "Where are you going back? You asked me to come to Liaodong, and you wrote a letter asking me to come to Liaodong to save you."

Yan Sikong said calmly: "I told you to come to Liaodong, because only you can send troops to save Liaodong."

Feng Ye's tone was a little excited: "Kong'er, you still have me in your heart, right? You asked me to save you, and you believed that I would come. For you, I will come even through thousands of mountains and rivers."

"I'm for Liaodong." Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye expressionlessly, "For Liaodong, I can be smashed to pieces, not to mention the two words, just want me to build a temple for the wolf king, set up a monument, and What's the problem?"

Feng Ye's whole body was stiff, and Yan Sikong's eyes were colder than the winter snowy night in Liaodong, which pierced his heart.

Yan Sikong pushed open the door: "Please go back and rest, the wolf king, the country is the most important thing, I'm going to get hurt." As he said this, he stepped into the threshold and turned around to close the door.

Feng Ye supported the door with one hand, staring at Yan Sikong with red eyes.

Yan Sikong said coldly: "What exactly is the Wolf King going to do? You used to say that I used you, yes, I used you, do you want revenge? Are you going to put me in jail, or force me to 'serve the bed'?"

Feng Ye's lips trembled, and he was so sad that he didn't know what to do. In his life, he had traveled across the battlefield and shuttled arrows and rain. Well, even a single expression can easily make him riddled with holes. It was like this in the past, it is like this now, and it is probably like this in this life.

"You... have me in your heart..." Feng Ye said awkwardly, speaking to Yan Sikong, but more like speaking to himself, he reached out his hand to take out something in his arms, but it was already frozen He couldn't get his hands into his clothes several times, the more anxious he was, the more he couldn't do it, and finally pulled out the things in his arms angrily, but fell to the ground.

Yan Sikong looked down and saw that it was a palm-sized piece of red cloth handkerchief with burnt edges.

His face changed.