The Blood Crown

It was already late at night, the lights on the city tower were brightly lit, and the guards and soldiers of the city stood ready.

Zhuo Letai did not immediately attack the city. They suffered heavy losses in order to fill the trenches, and the three armies were exhausted.

Seeing that Zhuo Letai had no intention of attacking for the time being, Yan Sikong retreated from the tower.After standing in the cold wind for a day, his feet were so cold that he could barely feel it.

He sent four guards to check the situation in Fengye, but the door of that room was never opened, and a heart was always hanging in the air. At this moment, he couldn't wait any longer, and decided to go back and see for himself.He yelled at Liang Huiyong, and immediately notified him whenever there was a situation, then he led a horse and galloped to the posthouse.

Feng Ye's house was lit with candles, and the orange light from the crack in the door seemed even warmer.

There were guards and servants waiting in the yard, Yan Sikong walked over, he took a deep breath: "...How?" He tried his best to keep calm, but when he opened his mouth, his voice was still trembling slightly.

"My lord." Feng Ye's bodyguard cupped his hands, "Only those two boys came in and out, and they didn't say anything when asked."

Yan Sikong looked at the closed door with a frown, and walked over slowly.

After winter, thick quilts should be nailed to the doors and windows to keep out the cold, so even though Yan Sikong was close to the doors and windows, he could only hear a rustling sound inside, as for what people were saying, he couldn’t hear them at all.

clear.

He was very anxious, wishing to know what was going on inside, but also afraid to know, as long as the door was not opened, Feng Ye would always be alive.

He stood blankly in front of the door, suddenly able to understand Feng Ye's mood in the days when he disappeared.

The minutes and seconds submerged in pain, despair, and fear pierced his heart like a knife.

He knows that even if he dies tens of millions of times, he will never be able to truly forget his love for Fengye, the only person he has ever loved in his life and who has given him true joy.

He just doesn't want it anymore, doesn't want to be tied down.

What he really put down was Feng Yeling's everything he had, good or bad, he no longer lingers on it, nor does he hold grudges anymore, the arrow that Feng Ye received on his behalf should be regarded as a write-off of the grievances between the two of them.

But no matter where you are in this world, even if you are thousands of miles away

Here, he wishes Feng Ye well.

Can God even tolerate this?

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the door, Yan Sikong's heart tightened instantly, he stared wide-eyed, the fear made it hard for him to breathe.

The door opened, and the boy came out with a basin full of blood in his hand.

Yan Sikong stood in front of him, opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound, sweat rolled down her cheeks.

The boy looked at him and was about to speak when a voice came from the door: "Let him in."

It's Yuan Nanyu's voice!

Yan Sikong wanted to lift his leg, but that leg didn't obey, his fear grabbed him like chains of shackles.Not long ago, he faced the siege of tens of thousands of troops without changing his face.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his panic, stepped across the threshold, and walked in.

The charcoal fire in the house was burning very hot, almost stuffy, so that the smell of blood, medicine and wine had nowhere to dissipate, and they mixed together in such a strong way that Yan Sikong couldn't help retching.

Que Linghu and Yuan Nanyu stood in front of Feng Ye's bed, the front of their clothes was covered with sweat and blood, and the girl squatted aside, tidying up the blood-soaked cloth towels on the ground.

Yan Sikong stood at the door, staring at Yuan Nanyu from a distance, asking silently with a begging look.

Yuan Nanyu looked tired and his hair was wet with sweat. He comforted in a hoarse voice: "Second brother, he's fine for now."

Yan Sikong's legs were weak, and he held on to the door frame with all his strength, his eyes were red, and he said softly: "Junior... Xie Que's life-saving grace, he hopes to repay it with his life."

Que Linghu's face was a little pale, but his spirit was not depressed, he said: "I made a note."

Yuan Nanyu said respectfully: "Master, please go and rest."

The boy came to support Que Linghu and left together.

Only then did Yan Sikong walk over with his heavy legs.

Yuan Nanyu glanced at the person on the bed, then at Yan Sikong, and said with lingering fear: "Feng Ye can survive, thanks to Master's help."

Yan Sikong walked up to Yuan Nanyu, hugged him, and buried his face into his neck.

Yuan Nanyu hugged Yan Sikong back: "Second brother, it's okay, he is strong and healthy, and he will definitely get better."

"He survived because you gave him... such an important Xuantian Pill." Yan Sikong said in a low voice.

"Medicine is used to save people, and I'm not the only one who saved him." Yuan Nanyu stroked Yan Sikong's back, "Liaodong has hope only if he is alive."

Yan Sikong nodded: "Yu'er, thank you, without you, Second Brother really doesn't know what to do."

Yuan Nanyu smiled lightly: "There is nothing to say between you and me."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, Yuan Nanyu's body smelled very bad, but the warm and firm chest made him feel at ease.

Yuan Nanyu said again: "Second brother, do you know why I liked to wear the same clothes as you when I was young?"

Yan Sikong whispered: "I know."

"It's not just because I want to get closer to you." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "At that time, I felt that we are one, regardless of each other, as if as long as I wear the same clothes as you, we are one person. Your cleverness is my cleverness, your goodness is my goodness, and your pain is also my pain, so my second brother never needs to say 'thank you' to me."

Yan Sikong's voice was choked with sobs: "Yu'er, Second Brother often feels that I am not worthy of your deep affection."

"You spent most of your life avenging my Yuan family, and I feel unworthy..." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "Isn't it useless to discuss this. So I said, we are one, you are for me, I am for you, It’s all as it should be.”

Yan Sikong nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay."

"Go and see him, Hun'er has been guarding him all the time, if you have anything to do, call Master's two apprentices." Yuan Nanyu wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I'm going to take a rest."

"Yu'er, I'm afraid you won't be able to rest." Yan Sikong calmed down, "Zuo Letai has attacked the city."

Yuan Nanyu asked in surprise, "When?"

"It's just today." Yan Sikong said, "Feng Jiajun is dispatched by Liang Zongbing at this time, but they don't have a tacit understanding, and Feng Ye is injured and morale is low. You must immediately stabilize the morale of the army."

Yuan Nanyu said seriously: "Okay, I'll go right away." He left in a hurry.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and walked towards the bed.

Feng Hun was still lying on the soft cushion beside him, and had already fallen asleep at this time. It used to be very alert, and would wake up if there was any movement, but at this time, someone approached and did not open its eyes.

Even if Que Linghu didn't say anything, he knew that its time was numbered, maybe it was holding on to this breath, just waiting for Feng Ye to wake up.

Yan Sikong had a sore nose, looking at the person on the bed with closed eyes and pale face, he had mixed feelings in his heart.He sat silently by the bed, stretched out his hand, and pressed it against Feng Ye's cheek.

What the fingers touch, there are warm skin and rough stubble.

Yan Sikong opened his eyes wide, to stop the tears from falling down, his heart ached, and he leaned against the head of the bed weakly, his chest heaved slightly, and his eyes stared blankly at the front.

Feng Ye is alive, alive.

That's enough for him.

Yan Sikong was so tired that he leaned against the head of the bed and fell asleep. He didn't wake up suddenly until he heard a muffled groan in his ear.

When he realized that he had fallen asleep unknowingly, he was very annoyed, but Liang Huiyong didn't send anyone, and Yuan Nanyu was sitting on the top of the city, Zhuo Letai must have not attacked the city yet.

Yan Sikong lowered his head, but saw that Feng Ye's brows were tightly wrinkled, his face was covered with sweat, and sleep talk mixed with groans escaped from his mouth, which seemed to be in great pain.

Yan Sikong took the cloth towel and gently wiped the sweat off his face.

Feng Ye's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, as if struggling for a long time in the quagmire of a nightmare, he slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Sikong's heart was beating wildly, and he stared at Feng Ye intently.

It took a long time for Feng Ye's eyes to turn from dazed to sober. His vision seemed to be covered by a layer of mist. The mist gradually dispersed, and his eyes became clear, reflecting a familiar face.

"Fengye, you're awake..." Yan Sikong said nervously, "How do you feel? Can you talk?"

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong for a long time before opening his mouth and making a hoarse voice: "Kong...er..."

Yan Sikong let out a long breath, and murmured: "Wake up, you're awake... that's great."

Feng Ye's eyes were clouded, and he looked at Yan Sikong without blinking.

Yan Sikong said softly: "You almost died... If you were someone else, you would almost certainly die. Perhaps King Yama really dare not accept you."

Feng Ye said weakly, "It's nice to see you again..." "You have to thank Yu'er."

"Jin, Jin Bing..." Feng Ye seemed to be affected by the wound on his chest, his whole face wrinkled, he asked with gritted teeth.

"Zuo Letai attacked the city, as we planned, Guangning can still hold on." Yan Sikong wiped his face and stood up, "Shut up, I'll call the doctor."

"No..." Feng Ye wanted to keep Yan Sikong, but he needed the strength to even open his mouth.

Yan Sikong bent down, looked into Fengye's eyes: "You need to rest now."

"Don't go..." Feng Ye's chapped lips moved slightly, begging, "Don't go."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and said softly: "I won't go, I just go to ask the doctor to see you."

"Kong'er, don't go." Feng Ye's eye circles were red, his consciousness was still not clear, and in the chaos of his mind, the person in front of him was the only important thing he thought at this moment.

"I'll go back as soon as I go." Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye, then turned to look for someone.

"No..." Feng Ye trembled all over, but he could only watch Yan Sikong walk out of his sight, and he felt a tearing pain in his chest.

Yan Sikong went to find Que Linghu's apprentice, and the two boys invited Que Linghu over again. At this time, Feng Ye's consciousness became blurred again, and he murmured Yan Sikong's name.

Que Linghuling Feng Ye felt the pulse and pricked the acupuncture point with a silver needle, Feng Ye gradually calmed down and fell asleep again.

Yan Sikong's worried eyes wandered between Feng Ye and Que Linghu.

Que Linghu finished all this, took the cloth towel handed by the boy, wiped his hands, and said: "He's fine, when he wakes up again, he can have some liquid food."

Yan Sikong let out a long breath.

Que Linghu took a look at Feng Ye: "He is one of the strongest people I have ever diagnosed. If someone else suffered such a serious injury, Da Luo Immortal would not be able to save him."

"It's all thanks to Master Que's ingenious hand rejuvenation."

Que Linghu looked at Yan Sikong, "If he didn't suffer the injuries for the people of Liaodong, even the emperor would never ask me to leave the Valley of Medicine."

"Although Sect Master Que lives in seclusion in Medicine Valley, his heart cares about the world. This junior really admires him. There is really such a fairy-like figure as Sect Master Que in this world. It is a great fortune for this junior generation to see him."

"Okay." Que Linghu taunted, "I heard that you, Yan Sikong, have a brilliant tongue, and with just one mouth, you can coax many people around."

"This junior speaks from the bottom of his heart. The junior's gratitude to Sect Master Que cannot be expressed in words."

Que Linghu stood up: "Thank you very much, brother. The Xuantian Pill is a rare thing. I hope this treasure will save a loyal person who can cultivate internally and externally, and stabilize the country, not an ambitious, A militaristic traitor."