The Blood Crown

Quang Ninh City

Xu Feng, who was sent to chase the deserters, has returned to the city. He chased for more than ten miles, killed [-] enemies and captured [-] prisoners. If it wasn't for the well-trained Duoyan Guards, who would have been scared to death by the wolves to protect the tail The golden soldiers have long since collapsed.

As soon as Xu Feng entered the city, he rushed straight to report to Liang Huiyong and Yan Sikong. As soon as they met, he asked anxiously: "I heard that the wolf king was seriously injured. How is the injury?"

Yan Sikong's face was as pale as paper, and he said expressionlessly: "General Que is treating the wolf king."

"Then..." Xu Feng was a little afraid to continue.

"He sent someone to Medicine Valley." Yan Sikong closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "General Xu, how is the situation outside?"

Xu Feng reported the truth.

Liang Huiyong stroked his beard: "600 people were captured, Sikong, what do you think should be done?"

Yan Sikong pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes: "The battalion was attacked, the flesh flew from the mouth, and [-] soldiers and horses were lost. With Zhuo Letai's fiery temper, I am afraid he is crazy. Now When the time comes, it is natural to give him another fire."

"Kill the captive." Liang Huiyong said.

Yan Sikong rushed to Xu Feng and said, "Leave one of them back to report to Zhuo Letai, just say...he will never want to step into Guangning in his life, whether it was 21 years ago or today."

"Yes."

"Wait." Yan Sikong looked down at his hands. There were bloodstains in between the nails and in the palm lines. It was Feng Ye's blood. In the room, the coldness was still to the bone, he said softly: "Chop off their hands first."

"..." Xu Feng was stunned.

"Gold thieves plundered countless people in our Central Plains, robbing land, property, women, and life..." Yan Sikong's eyes were dark and cold, "Chop off the hands they took without asking, and send them to Zhuo Letai."

Xu Feng clasped his fists and said, "Yes!"

After Xu Feng left, Liang Huiyong said solemnly: "Wolf King was injured, and the news that Feng Changyue sent troops should have reached Zhuo Letai's ears. Under such urgency, he may soon attack the city. A big fight."

Unpredictable.

"Only by attacking the city can we have a chance of winning." Yan Sikong said wearily: "But this time I was ambushed and almost ruined everything... This shows that there are traitors not only in the court, but also in Guangning City, maybe in the army , General Liang, this matter needs a thorough investigation."

"I've already sent someone to investigate."

"Could it be the spy who has been in touch with Han Zhaoxing's eldest son?"

"Impossible." Liang Huiyong shook his head, "His every move is under our surveillance. There is someone else in this matter."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "Investigate, search the whole army and find out."

At this moment, the door of Fengye's bedroom opened, and Yuan Nanyu came out from inside.

Both Yan Sikong and Liang Huiyong stood up, looking at him in fear.

Yuan Nanyu's face was full of fatigue and worry. He sat down in the chair, and his voice was tinged with fear: "The arrow...just one inch to the left, and he would die on the spot."

"Now...how is it?" Yan Sikong said in a low voice.

"I have done everything I can, the bleeding has stopped, but his heart is very weak, and it is still very dangerous. The injured internal organs must be healed before he can wake up."

"How to treat it? What kind of medicine do you need?"

Yuan Nanyu glanced at Yan Sikong: "I'll tell you, don't be afraid."

"What else can I be afraid of at this time?"

Liang Huiyong also said anxiously: "Yes, Nan Yu, just speak quickly."

Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath and pointed to his chest: "We need to open... here."

Yan Sikong staggered and took a step back, staring like a bell: "...what?"

Will the chest be opened?Can that person still live!

"I know this sounds unbelievable. Many medical skills in Yaogu are shocking to the world. I have seen Master do it, but I... I am not good at learning skills, so I dare not do it." Yuan Nanyu said seriously, "Hurry up, how much respected Master?" It will arrive in a day."

Liang Huiyong frowned and said, "Wolf King...can he survive until then?"

Yuan Nanyu bowed his head, he couldn't answer this question.

Yan Sikong clenched his fist, walked towards Feng Ye's bedroom, opened the door and entered.

There is a strong herbal smell in the house, just smelling it, it feels bitter, so bitter that people dare not relive this devastated fate.

On the floor next to the bed, there was a thick cushion, and Fenghun was lying on it. It was wrapped in white cloths, and the blood seeped out, piercing people's eyes.

It did not hurt vitally, but had bled profusely, and by now would have stabilized and, like its brother, was unconscious.

Yan Sikong walked to the bed and looked at Feng Ye who was lying motionless. His lips were blue and white, his cheeks were sunken, and his breath was extremely weak. In just a few days, he lost a lot of weight.

This is not the first time he has seen such a sick, haggard, and embarrassed Feng Ye. Back then, Feng Ye was imprisoned for half a year and received countless punishments. Prince Jingyuan, who had one stone spear and two stone bows, was so weak that he couldn't even mount a horse.

But at that time, at least he was alive. Suffering and torture never wiped out his will, and his eyes were burning with the flame of revenge.

Now, he can't even open his eyes.

Yan Sikong sat on the head of the bed, his mind went blank, he didn't know what to think or what to do.

Before that, he had almost never imagined what would happen if Feng Ye died.Feng Ye is the strongest, most powerful, and courageous man he has ever seen. Such a person seems to have an immortal body, and can walk in the rain of guns and arrows, not to mention that there are hundreds of thousands of troops by his side .

But Feng Ye is just a body of flesh and blood after all, who can transcend birth, old age, sickness and death?

Thinking of Feng Ye's death, Yan Sikong only felt suffocating fear.He has been obsessed with Feng Ye for ten years. This person has long been a part of him. What he wants to strip off from him is the word "love", but he knows that he will never be able to strip Feng Ye of this person, because Feng Ye is deeply rooted in his flesh and blood, his soul, as long as he remembers himself, he will remember Feng Ye.

Yan Sikong looked down at Feng Ye, and after a long time, he stretched out his hand lightly, tracing Feng Ye's profound facial features with his fingertips. For the first time, he knew that being able to touch a person's body temperature would make people want to pay respects The gratitude of the gods and Buddhas.

At least it's still alive.

The only thought in his mind was to keep Feng Ye alive.

-

Seven days later, Yaogu's chariots and horses arrived at Guangningwei.

At this time, Feng Ye was still in a coma, while Feng Hun had awakened, but was still very weak, and could only eat liquid food every day.

A total of three people came to Medicine Valley, a man wrapped in a pure white cloak, a straw hat, and a white gauze covering his face, and two boys, a boy and a girl, both carrying a big medicine box.

The man had long silver hair flowing down his back, but he was tall and straight, with steady steps, and he did not look old.

Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu went to meet him. When they saw him, they couldn't help being surprised. Could it be that Que Linghu, the head of Medicine Valley, is not like the old man he imagined?Although this person is mysterious, there are many rumors in the Jianghu. It is said that his age should be close to a hundred.

Yuan Nanyu knelt down in the snow with a plop, and kowtowed heavily: "The disciple has seen the master."

Que Linghu walked over slowly, shook Yuan Nanyu's face with his sleeve, and said coldly: "You wandered around the rivers and lakes, what kind of tricks have you made?"

That voice was clearly that of an ordinary young man.

"Disciple is ashamed."

"Think you've become a teacher? In the end, you still have to toss my old bones."

"The disciple is incompetent, the disciple is not filial." Yuan Nanyu said cautiously, looking very afraid of Que Linghu.

Que Linghu snorted coldly.

Yan Sikong cupped his hands respectfully: "This junior has met Head Que."

Que Linghu tilted his head slightly: "You are the rumored Yan Sikong."

"It's the junior."

Que Linghu silently glanced Yan Sikong up and down, and then said: "Take me to see the wolf king."

After saying that, he strode into the mansion, followed by the two boys, not looking at the people around him.

Liang Huiyong and Yan Sikong looked at each other, and whispered: "It's so mysterious, is this the so-called extraterrestrial expert?"

"Shh." Yuan Nanyu stood up and winked at them, "You must be respectful and humble in front of my master, if you make him unhappy, there will be no good end."

Yan Sikong frowned: "Guigeng, head of Que?"

Yuan Nanyu shook his head: "No one knows, I'm afraid it's hundreds of years old."

Liang Huiyong asked in surprise, "What? He's a fairy?"

"He..." Yuan Nanyu said, "Saving people is the most important thing, and we'll talk about the rest later."

They followed into the house.

Que Linghu is just taking off the coir hat. He looks handsome and elegant, with a long body and silver hair. He looks like an exiled immortal. His appearance seems to be in his forties.

Both Yan Sikong and Liang Huiyong were extremely shocked, only Yuan Nanyu looked normal.

Que Linghu looked at the wolf on the ground, and Feng Hun also looked at him with half-opened eyes.

Yuan Nanyu hurriedly said: "Master, don't worry, it's the wolf of the wolf king."

"I'm dying, give me your heart as medicine."

Yuan Nanyu said anxiously: "Master, this is impossible."

"There are many wolf carcasses in the city, which can be given to Head Que." Yan Sikong said, "But not this end."

Que Linghu ignored them, walked straight to Feng Ye's bed, sat down with his lapels folded, and felt for Feng Ye's pulse.After a while, he turned his face and stared at Yuan Nanyu: "You gave him the Xuantian Pill."

Yuan Nanyu lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"That's a life-saving thing." Que Linghu said coldly, "Do you know how precious it is?"

"The disciple is... using it to save lives."

Que Linghu looked down at Feng Ye, and said in a deep voice: "This man is warlike and unruly. If he is established in the world, he may be violent. Is he really someone worth following?"

Yuan Nanyu said without hesitation: "The wolf king is a man who cares about the world and the people, otherwise, he would not come to save Liaodong."

Que Linghu was silent for a moment: "His pulse is extremely weak, it can't be delayed any longer, Wang'er, you stay, you two go out."

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu helplessly, and Yuan Nanyu gave him a firm look: "Master will definitely save him."

Yan Sikong clenched his fist secretly, took a deep look at Feng Ye, and retreated with Liang Huiyong, but they didn't leave, but waited in the courtyard.

Liang Huiyong paced anxiously, while Yan Sikong stood still with his eyes closed, reciting prayer scriptures in his heart. He didn't believe in gods and Buddhas, but now he couldn't do anything except chant scriptures.

Feng Ye's life was in the hands of others, and he couldn't do anything. Such despair and powerlessness ate away at his heart.

Suddenly, a guard ran into the courtyard and shouted: "General, it's not good, it's not good—"

Liang Huiyong cursed in a low voice: "What are you yelling about! Shut up!"

The guard immediately fell silent in fright, but looked at Liang Huiyong anxiously.

"Say, what's the matter." Liang Huiyong whispered.

The guard knelt down on one knee and said in the same low voice: "The golden soldiers are besieging the city!"

Yan Sikong suddenly opened his eyes.