The Blood Crown

Feng Ye followed the two brothers to Yuan Mansion, and the only two servants in the mansion were busy preparing dinner.

Feng Ye stood under the ginkgo tree that had lost all its leaves, and couldn't take his eyes off the dilapidated cabin for a long time.

The two brothers were by the side, silent.

"At that time, we used to climb up and down here." Feng Ye said softly, "You climbed faster than me, but I was not convinced." He turned his head to look at Yan Sikong, "After returning to Datong, I still have Climbing trees all day, thinking that one day, I will be faster than you, but in the end I waited for the news of your exile."

Yan Sikong's mouth was in a panic, not knowing whether it was because Feng Ye mentioned the past, or because he mentioned exile.

Yuan Nanyu also sighed.

"At that time... Who was the person I saw in your house?" Feng Ye's gaze wandered over the faces of the two brothers.

Now he can easily distinguish Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu, but he was confused when he was only eight years old.

Just as Yuan Nanyu was about to open his mouth, Yan Sikong rushed to say: "It's not important." His voice was as indifferent as ever.

Feng Ye's gaze dimmed, and he said, "Que Wang, you step back first."

Yuan Nanyu frowned: "Wolf King..."

"Back off." Feng Ye's tone was undeniable.

Yan Sikong nodded to Yuan Nanyu.

Yuan Nanyu cupped his hands reluctantly, turned and left.

Feng Ye walked up to Yan Sikong, looked at his pale face, and said softly, "Is it cold?" At the same time, he stretched out his hand to touch his cheek.

"Not cold." Yan Sikong took a step back.

Feng Ye's hand froze in the air, and then dropped it slumped.

"But after standing for a long time, it will naturally get cold. I don't want to 'discuss' with the wolf king in the snow any more. Please, the wolf king." After Yan Sikong said, he turned around and was about to enter the house.

"Is that all you blame me for?" Feng Ye's voice mixed into the wind, and it sounded bleak and lonely.

Yan Sikong walked straight forward.

Feng Ye suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

Yan Sikong paused.

Feng Ye strode over, and he stopped behind Yan Sikong, "I, Feng Ye, have never begged anyone in my life, I beg you humbly..." Those eyes staring at Yan Sikong's back were full of tears. Xuehong, "What exactly do you want and what do you want from me? What should I do to make you want to see me again?!"

Yan Sikong didn't look back, he said calmly: "I have already said what should be said. Don't the Wolf King think that you and I are so at odds, saying the same thing over and over again, it's very boring."

Feng Ye clenched his teeth, and suddenly hugged Yan Sikong from behind, holding him tightly.

Yan Sikong frowned, but he didn't struggle, he was really too lazy to waste his energy in vain.

Feng Ye's tall nose was pressed against Yan Sikong's cheek, and the breath belonging to this person rushed into his nostrils wrapped in cold air. This was his deepest longing.

How can there be a person in this world who can drive him crazy to this point? He thought that the first love he had when he was young would fade away with time, but he didn't want it to burn more and more, as if it would not be enough to fully release it all his life.

He also thought about letting go, and he didn't want to be "entangled and ugly", but he couldn't do it. As long as this person is not in his arms, he will never be stable and complete.

Even if he has everything, if he doesn't have Yan Sikong, it will be in vain.

Feng Ye whispered into Yan Sikong's ear, "Do you want to hear something 'interesting'? Let me tell you."

Yan Sikong's whole body tensed up.

"When you disappeared for more than 200 days, I was in purgatory every day. I held the slightest possibility that you were still alive, and wished I could search all over the world to find you. I think no matter where you are, even if you die , I will chase you to the underworld and find you." Feng Ye said in a hoarse voice, "Kong'er, do you know how much I love you? It's been ten years. We've been entangled for ten years, but ten years have been like a day, and you are still the same. On the tip of my heart, I have never left for a day, how do you ask me to let go?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, and said expressionlessly: "How did you treat the person on your heart? The wolf king can't blame me for not believing it."

Feng Ye repented: "I have done too many mistakes, I will accept how you punish me, but you can't leave me, let me use the rest of my life to make up for you, let me treat you well."

"...if I don't want to."

Feng Ye was silent.

"I have learned a lot from you, which is enough for me to avoid for the rest of my life. It's not the first day you said your love words, and it's not the first time you said you were nice to me. In the end..." Yan Sikong laughed, "That's all, I don’t care about what I did before.”

"Trust me, trust me again, I will never doubt you again, I will never hurt you again, I will give you whatever you want, and I will do whatever you say, Konger, please..." Feng Yeyue Said, the more he felt that even he was pale and powerless, but he no longer knew what else to say to make Yan Sikong look him in the eye even once.

He has been cornered to the point of no return.

Yan Sikong looked at the vast void with gray eyes.He would often ask himself how the two of them came to a dead end step by step. If he wanted to get a clear picture of the cause and effect, it would be possible with his memory, but it was not enough to answer his questions. What I really want to ask is the much-played fate and the elusive human heart.

There is no solution to this.

For Feng Ye, he has always been devoted to belonging to him all his life. He used to be, is now, and has been for his whole life.

But so what, everything that Feng Ye did to him drained all his affection, and besides, love for children is a burden, he doesn't want any of it.

Yan Sikong said softly: "Wolf King, you still remember what I said to you back then."

"..."

"I said, 'If one day you regret what you did to me, don't tell me'."

Feng Ye's heart ached like a knife.

"Say, you don't regret it." Yan Sikong's voice was as calm as his expression, "but I regret it, I regret having met and promised you, without you, I would have done a lot less stupid things, so I can't ..."

"I don't allow you to regret it!" Feng Ye trembled, "I don't allow it, I don't allow you to erase our past like this."

"It's not me who erased our past, but you." Yan Sikong said softly, "It's not just our past, you want to erase me as well."

Feng Ye felt pain like suffocation, every word Yan Sikong uttered was like a knife piercing his heart.

"Wolf King, let go." Yan Sikong said with a pun, "The Yan Sikong you wanted is already dead."

"...Never." Feng Ye gritted his teeth, "I just want to treat you well, don't force me."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes.

Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong's body, stared into his eyes with scarlet pupils, and said bitterly, "I am the wolf king. I get what I want. You can't disobey me." .”

Yan Sikong said coldly: "Wolf King wants to force me to submit again? What a majesty."

"You forced me!" Feng Ye couldn't help sobbing, "I want your eyes to only look at me, I want your body and mind to belong to me only, and I want you to stay by my side forever! Is it only the 'Wolf King' who can Do it?!"

Yan Sikong glared angrily, his chest heaving violently.He was not unexpected, from the moment he appeared, he had made all the preparations, but he still couldn't suppress the resentment in his chest, as if he ran forward with all his strength, looked down and found that he was still in place.

Feng Ye, who kept talking about how affectionate he was for him, actually cared only about himself from the beginning to the end.

Under such harsh eyes, Feng Ye felt ashamed, but he forced himself to look directly into those eyes, and said cruelly: "The life and death of Guangning, and even the entire Liaodong, are in my hands, and you wrote to me for help." Yes, I want compensation, I want you."

Yan Sikong sneered: "If the Wolf King just wants me to 'serve' you under the curtain of the bed, it really doesn't take so much effort."

"I want more than that." Feng Ye growled, "If you don't want to, I will never overstep. I just... I just want to see you every day, eat with you, talk to you, and stand beside you Go hand in hand for a while, or even do nothing, as long as you are by my side."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists, and said mercilessly: "What you do is just to make me hate you even more."

Feng Ye only felt that there were thousands of arrows in his heart, but that's all. He said in a hoarse voice, "You hate me, at least you still have me in your heart, which is better than me being nothing in your eyes and in your heart."

"What if I refuse?" Yan Sikong stared at Fengye.

Feng Ye's pupils were deep and fierce, like a wolf staring at its prey, he replied: "Do you dare to refuse?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said word by word: "Don't dare, everything should be done as the wolf king wishes."

Feng Ye stretched out his trembling hand and caressed Yan Sikong's cold cheek.

Yan Sikong paused, but this time, he didn't dodge.

"Kong'er, I will give everything to you." Feng Ye's eyes are full of pain and affection, "I hope that one day, you can forgive me and believe in me again. In this life, you and I can still return to the love we had when we were young."

Yan Sikong said sadly: "There is no longer a young man."

Feng Ye lowered his head, and pressed a gentle kiss on Yan Sikong's forehead, but the words he uttered were extremely authoritarian: "If I say I can, I will, and we will never be separated again."

Yan Sikong stared blankly ahead.

Feng Ye took Yan Sikong's hand: "Let's go inside and have dinner."

Yan Sikong withdrew his hand and strode into the house.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong's back steadfastly, before his eyes appeared the warmth and sweetness of his sweetheart when he smiled back at him, that smile seemed to penetrate his soul, enough to turn the cold winter into warm spring, he In this life, is there a chance to see it again?

Even once, he is willing to give everything.