The Blood Crown

Early the next morning, Feng Ye took Yan Sikong to the mountain to find Fenghun.

Having not seen him for more than half a year, Yan Sikong was a little worried that Fenghun would not recognize him. He saw a giant wolf approaching in the distance, still as rich in fur, tall and majestic, with a single blue-gray eye shining fiercely and dangerously. With the momentum of breathing mountains and rivers, it is nothing more than a tiger coming out of the mountain.

Feng Ye stood behind Yan Sikong, pressed his shoulders to prevent him from retreating, and said with a low smile, "Huh? Scared again?"

Yan Sikong swallowed nervously: "Does it remember me?"

"If a wolf recognizes a person, it will never be forgotten." Feng Ye took Yan Sikong's hand and walked towards Fenghun.

Feng Hun also ran over in small steps, walking in front of the two of them, suddenly raised its front paws, and the whole wolf stood up.

Yan Sikong looked at the huge shadow rising in front of him, and didn't dare to move.

Feng Hun put his paws on Feng Ye's shoulders, and rubbed his head against Feng Ye's chest, Feng Ye hugged its big head with a smile, and rubbed it vigorously: "Hun'er, are you here again?" I'm getting fat, I haven't seen you for a few days, so what's the best thing to eat?"

Fenghun pressed for a while, then let go of Fengye, turned his head again, rubbed against Yan Sikong as if politely, then squatted down on the spot, proudly raising his head.

Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief, touched Fenghun's chin, and said with a smile: "Hun'er, you are so uncomfortable in this mountain."

"It eats and drinks, of course it is comfortable."

"Tell me, does it miss its own wife and children?"

"I wanted to leave it in Datong, so it must follow me." Feng Ye smiled, "My father said, maybe in its heart, I am also its son, a son who can't occupy mountains or prey , so watch over me."

Yan Sikong chuckled.

Feng Ye pinched his face: "Why are you laughing, you are its daughter-in-law, and you still don't bow down to your father-in-law."

Yan Sikong pretended to be serious and said: "The seniority is messed up."

The two looked at each other and laughed.

They strolled casually in the mountains, and it was the autumn when the forest was gradually dyed. It was the same time when they came to Lingwu Villa for the first time, but this year's autumn came earlier and thicker than last year, and the chill was getting stronger. The more the mountain flowers are colorful and colorful.

"I don't know where it's raining, but I feel it's cool here..." Yan Sikong picked up a fiery red fallen leaf, and found that the leaf was born so symbolically, but it couldn't escape the ending of falling to the ground and turning into mud.

Feng Ye looked at the Jingshan camp in the distance, but what he thought of was his Feng family army who was fighting outside: "At this time, Liaodong is probably already biting the bone with cold wind."

"It's time to wear cotton clothes." Yan Sikong smiled lightly, "At this time of year, my father will lead the soldiers and the people up the mountain together, cut down a few miles of weeds and trees, and set up a fire line, otherwise the sky will be dry. If you are not careful, you may set fire to the mountain. The first time I went there, the sickle rubbed my hands into several big blisters."

He still remembers the first time he went up the mountain when he was 11 years old. Yuan Nanyu wanted to compete with him to see who could cut more. I cut it enough to push it to his side, just because I was afraid that he would be sad.

When he was young, he seemed to be more intelligent and sensible. In fact, Yuan Nanyu was more considerate and considerate of others. When he was young, he always hoped that his biological parents would give him a younger brother. He could never have imagined that his younger brother would be so, so good.

Feng Ye took his hand and looked at his palm, there was only a shallow burn scar.

Yan Sikong curled up his palms subconsciously, he didn't want Feng Ye to see this "fake" scar: "How can blisters leave scars?"

"Well, yes, there is only this burnt scar." Feng Ye was still a little bit proud, and suddenly thought, "By the way, you pawned my dagger and used this scar as a bond between you and me." How about a token, how about I also iron one?"

"Nonsense, how can you do such a stupid thing." Yan Sikong withdrew his hand.

"Why not? The keepsake must be unique and have special meaning."

"No, I don't want this token." Yan Sikong turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Why? Are you afraid that I won't be able to bear the burning pain?" Feng Ye teased, "Or are you still angry about this scar?"

"Because it's not unique!" Yan Sikong said loudly.

Feng Ye was startled.

Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief: "There are tens of thousands of people with scars in the world, how can this be unique, don't do stupid things."

Feng Ye shrugged: "Okay, but that dagger is really unique." He said somewhat disappointed.

"...I was at a loss."

Feng Ye hurriedly said: "I didn't mean to blame you." He stepped forward again, took Yan Sikong's hand, and gently stroked his uneven palm with his fingertips, "It doesn't matter if you and I meet again .”

Yan Sikong smiled slightly: "Yes."

"Let's go down the mountain. General Zhao is still waiting for us in the camp. After we celebrate with him, when it's just you and me, let's have a good chat. Although I have never been by your side to protect you before, I will They're all here." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with affection.

Yan Sikong returned a gentle smile.

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Zhao Fuyi was very enthusiastic when he saw Yan Sikong, a banquet had been set up in the tent, and the generals who had gone to suppress the rebellion were sitting on the left and right, waiting for them.

After saluting the ceremony, the two took their seats, Zhao Fuyi smiled and said: "Due to the excessive wear and tear of the war, and the Queen Mother fell ill, His Majesty is not allowed to celebrate the achievements, but we must celebrate."

Everyone looked happy, but at this time they were not too rigid about etiquette, and some rough generals laughed and patted the wine jar.

"It's a pity that Master Changshi is on official business, so he can't come." Zhao Fuyi raised his glass and said respectfully, "For the first glass of wine, we must first respect Your Majesty. If you don't have His Majesty's wisdom and martial arts, protect me with the vast grace of heaven." The people of Dasheng will definitely not have the great victory of today."

"Respect Your Majesty's Haohaotian grace!" Everyone shouted in unison and drank it all in one gulp.

Zhao Fuyi raised his glass of wine again and again: "How about a second glass to General Di and Lord Chang Shi?"

Sun Fengdao: "General Di is brave and decisive, and Master Chang Shi planned the strategy. The two men have contributed a lot to this battle against the rebellion. Respect General Di and Master Chang Shi!"

Everyone cheers again.

"This is the third cup, I have to respect Jingshan..."

"Hey." Yan Sikong interrupted Zhao Fuyi with a smile, "Don't blame the general for being rude. This third cup should be respected by the general. In this battle, the general took Kuizhou and broke Jingzhou, and he was in Dongting again. The defeat of King Liang’s [-] sailors on the lake made him famous all over the world in the first battle, and it will be recorded in the annals of history forever, but it is a great contribution.”

"Hahahahaha——" Zhao Fuyi laughed loudly, "In this battle, there is Emperor Fuyin, General Di, Lord Changshi, Shizi, Lord Yan and other generals in this battle. I, Zhao, absolutely dare not take the credit, but I should respect our soldiers."

"You should respect the general." Yan Sikong persuaded.

All the soldiers also echoed: "You should respect the general."

Zhao Fuyi declined several times before accepting it "reluctantly". He laughed and said: "There is no outsider in this tent, so Zhao will have the audacity to show it."

All the soldiers got up together, walked to the center of the big tent, Feng Ye held the dendrobium with both hands, and said loudly: "The general will do his best to turn the tide, attack must be conquered, battle must be won, protect our Dasheng country and all people, respect the general!"

"Respect General—"

A room full of generals started to drink, and the generals' tents were almost blown away. The sound of yelling, fighting wine, laughing and cursing could be heard endlessly.

Zhao Fuyi specially summoned Feng Ye and Yan Sikong to his table, took Yan Sikong's hand while getting drunk, and said, "Sikong, I, Zhao, want to thank you very much."

"Where is the general..."

"Sikong." Zhao Fuyi said solemnly, "It was your idea to go to Kuizhou as an envoy and rush through Nanyue to attack Yueyang. Without you, the victory or defeat of this battle is still two things." He whispered, "I In my heart, you have contributed more than Liang Guang."

"I don't dare to be an official, I absolutely don't dare to be." Yan Sikong said modestly, "The lower officials only did what they were supposed to do."

"Hey, I, Mr. Zhao, am sincere." Zhao Fuyi looked at Fengye again, "And my son, you ambushed King Liang's reinforcements and led the troops across Nanyue Mountain for ten days. , there is no need to take risks, but you take the lead and take the lead, without your bravery and fearlessness, the soldiers would never be able to rush out of the green beard valley that is heavily ambushed."

Feng Ye clasped his hands and said, "For the sake of the general, he puts life and death aside, and serves the country wholeheartedly, no matter how high or low he is."

"Okay, they are all my good sons of Dasheng!" Zhao Fuyi swayed and filled a glass of wine by himself, "Come, this glass, I will toast you alone."

"General..."

"come on."

The three respect each other and drink.

Zhao Fuyi put down his cup and said with emotion: "I heard that Ge Zhongwen was killed a few days ago?"

Yan Sikong's eyes darkened: "The question is cut."

"I had already promised him to punish his son lightly. I didn't expect Lord Changshi to find so many evidences against him." Zhao Fuyi shook his head, but there was no regret on his face.

"Ge Yong has committed many crimes, and he also reaped the consequences."

Zhao Fuyi nodded, suddenly laughed out loud, and tremblingly went to get the wine.

Feng Ye poured him a glass.

Without further ado, Zhao Fuyi drank himself a drink, and it was too late for the two of them to stop it.

Zhao Fuyi gave a long "hiss" and said with a smile, "Happy, happy."

Yan Sikong persuaded: "General Zhao, drinking too much will hurt your body, please be moderate."

"I'm happy today." Zhao Fuyi said vaguely, "Actually, I'm celebrating today not only for the victory against the rebellion, but also because, because..." He laughed, "Because Ge Zhong...causal cycle, retribution is not good. "

Feng Ye frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

Yan Sikong supported Zhao Fuyi: "General, you are drunk and can't drink any more. I'll let you go back to the inner tent to rest."

"No, no, I'm not drunk. If this little wine can overwhelm me, how can I have the heroic spirit of being drunk and lying on the battlefield?" Zhao Fuyi turned the wine glass to Fengye and ordered, "Full it up for me!"

Feng Ye had no choice but to fill another glass for him.

Zhao Fuyi suddenly raised his glass to respect the sky, the wine swayed and spilled half of it, and a trace of sadness flashed in his cloudy eyes: "This glass is for a person I once... admired, a person killed by...Ge Zhong people."

Yan Sikong's body trembled, and his flushed cheeks, soaked in wine, suddenly lost all color.

Feng Ye asked suspiciously, "Who is it?"

Zhao Fuyi brought the wine glass to his lips, drank and sprinkled it, and said vaguely in his mouth: "... General Yuan, you are the spirit of the sky, can... can you rest in peace?"

Feng Ye frowned: "Who?"

"Guangning, General Yuan..." Zhao Fuyi half-closed his eyes, already looking sleepy, "You were still young..."

Feng Ye's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong had already calmed down, he looked at Feng Ye indifferently, his eyes were as calm as water.

This day has come.

Do you remember the previous plot?

Zhao Fuyi was the general who led troops from the capital to aid Guangning

It took me almost 90 words in 30 chapters to write this, it’s different from what I thought