Chasing King

Wang Shen and Qian Cunxi's soldiers were divided into two groups. One group destroyed the ningwang camp, which was in a hurry to form a division. The other group beat the Qinwang army in the East, which had no intention to fight. Fengchangyue led his troops to clean it up again, and completely solved the problem of the Qinwang army besieging the city.

Chen and King Ning fled to the south, but their whereabouts are still unknown.

At this point, the fengjiajun completely controlled the Forbidden City and stole the imperial power of the Chen family.

But now the wolf king, who can command the emperor and make people bow to his throne, has been in a coma for two days.

No matter how badly he had been injured before, he had never been so weak. This time, he really hurt the spirit.

When Fengye woke up, the house was full of people, Taiyi, servants, several generals, and his uncle fengchangyue.

On every face was written deep worry.

Feng Ye looked at them with empty eyes. After a short period of confusion, the memory before coma revived. He suddenly widened his eyes and struggled to get up from the bed.

"Wolf king!" The longer he held him down, the more he said, "you should meditate now..."

"Where is Yan Sikong?" Feng Ye stares at Feng Changyue, who is about to crack. "Yan Sikong!"

The more colder he was, the more he said, "Yan Sikong has gone."

"I don't believe it." Feng Ye's face was ferocious, and the burned body hovered in front of him like a ghost, lingering, "he can't die like this, he is Yan Sikong, no one can kill him!"

"He can kill himself!" The longer he was, the higher he said, "he's dead. He died in the granary he set fire to."

"That's not him!" When he got up, he got up and saw what was left.

My heart is aching.

The night when he put the xipa on Yansi's short head, he thought that the only one he really wanted to marry in his life was him. Yan Sikong was obviously reluctant at that time, but he always took the xipa with him, ran away with him, was tortured with him, and went to the enemy camp alone with him, as As a keepsake between them.

All his resentment and hatred towards Yan Sikong in this half of his life actually comes from Yan Sikong's unfriendliness to him, but is Yan Sikong really heartless?

Yan Sikong ventured to rob Zhao prison to save him. He named his child Jinyu and helped him build his career. In the end, he set off the fire to clear all obstacles for him. Is Yan Sikong merciless?

Or He was blinded by resentment.

He didn't dare to think that if Yan Sikong had him in his heart all the time, what he said and what he did, Yan Sikong would have How painful is it?

He hurt Yan Sikong again and again. He wanted to see the same pain from his face. He wanted to see the same care from his eyes, but he just pushed people farther and farther away.

He had nothing to do with the indifference and alienation, so he hurt each other even more.

What did he do?

Remorse is like the poison of bone, eating his body crazily.

He must see Yan Sikong. He wants to see Yan Sikong from heaven to earth. He doesn't believe that Yan Sikong is dead like this. If it's true, he will take back his spare time even if he goes to the hell palace.

He clenched the rag and was about to go out.

Several generals stopped him: "wolf king, what are you going to do?"

"Get out of the way."

Several people knelt down one after another and begged: "wolf king, master Taifu has gone. Please forgive me..."

"Shut up! He won't die. I don't believe it's him Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "I want to have an autopsy. Find the best work for me. I want to have an autopsy!"

"Feng Ye!" The longer the seal was, the more harshly he said, "Yan Sikong has gone. Why don't you give him back his purity?"

"I don't believe it was him." Feng Ye said in a loud voice, "the soul told me it wasn't him."

"Soul is a wolf!"

"If it were him, soul would never disrespect him." Feng Ye held the xipa tightly. "The soul smelled the xipa, but didn't care about the corpse, so it couldn't be him."

"Can't you wake up yet?" The more he hated the iron, the more he cried angrily, "these years, you are so fascinated by a man that you don't want to marry and have children. It has become a big joke all over the world. You are the only blood of the Feng family. You are the only son of King Jingyuan. Are you worthy of your father and mother, and the ancestors of the Feng family?"

Feng Ye looked back and said: "it was this man who rescued me from Zhao prison at the beginning. It was this man who helped me to attack the city and pull out the stronghold and planned for me. It was this man who sent me to the Forbidden City!"

The longer he was, the more angry he was.

With tears in his eyes, Feng Ye said in a trembling voice: "uncle, I owe Yan Sikong too much. If he dies, I can't live. No matter where he goes, even in hell, I will find him!"

Feng Changyue's face was very ugly. He pointed to his servants: "go and find Wuzuo. Listen to the wolf king and find Wuzuo!"

The servant turned and rushed out.Feng Ye closed his eyes painfully.

The longer Feng took a deep breath, went to Feng Ye and slowed down his voice: "Feng Ye, listen to my uncle's advice, you are the wolf king now, and the whole great Shengjiang mountain is in your hands. From now on, what you want to do will not be stopped by anyone. The world is full of fat and thin..."

"No one is him." Feng Ye coldly threw a word and strode out.

Waiting for the next man to bring Wuzuo to Fengye, he has calmed down a lot.

He believed in his intuition. He felt that Yan Sikong was still alive. There was a breath of Yan Sikong in the world. Fenghun tore and bit the corpse. If it was Yan Sikong, how could the soul be like that?

So it must not be Yan Sikong. He is resourceful and can't go so easily.

Feng Ye took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

On the desk in the middle of the room, a piece of human figure covered with white cloth floated up. Feng Ye felt it hard to breathe. He resisted the pain of his heart and walked step by step.

The servant found the best Wuzuo in Dali temple. He came in respectfully with a big wooden box. He kowtowed to Fengye first and then to the corpse.

At this time, yuan Nanyu also appeared. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight overnight. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot. His face was haggard and pale. He was full of wine. He was still carrying a pot of wine in his hand.

Feng Ye avoids yuan Nanyu. He doesn't want to see that face. He is afraid to see that face.

Yuan Nanyu walks to the desk and shakes off the white cloth.

"It's not free, it must not be." Feng Ye said in a dumb voice.

"I don't believe it either." Yuan Nan Yu said with tears, "so many people want the second brother's life. The second brother's life is very hard. How can he die so easily?"

The chief Feng said in a deeper voice: "Wuzuo, the wolf king wants to verify the identity of the burnt corpse. Is it Yan Taifu? Do you have a way?"

He hung his head and said in fear: "the purpose of a villain's autopsy is to investigate a case. If there is no case, there is no clue. What's more, if the body is burned like this, it's really..."

"I don't care what you do." Feng Ye said in a deep voice, "you have to find out if he is Yan Sikong!"

"This..." What are the characteristics of Yan Taifu? For example, for example... "

"He was flogged."

He said bitterly: "the wolf king atones for his sin. It's hard to recognize the characteristics of his skin and flesh. It has to be The bone on the wall

"He never hurt a bone."

"Well Then... "

Feng Changyue said, "you should test it according to your method and see what you can test."

He nodded his head, opened the box, took out the common things, and began the autopsy.

Fengye couldn't bear to see it, so he had to turn around. He listened to the sound of the knife breaking the skin and grinding the bone, and felt that it was all cut in his heart.

Yuan Nanyu also sat back on the threshold, sipping the wine.

After a long time, he said, "Your Highness, I have found something."

Feng Ye suddenly turned back and suppressed his fear: "say it!"

He wiped his sweat and said reluctantly, "this man was not killed by fire."

Smell speech, Yuan Nan Yu Teng ground stood up.

Feng Ye stares straight and strides over: "you Is that true

"It's true. In fact, when the villain saw that the person was stretched out, he doubted that it was extremely painful to be burned by the fire. He would curl up. In order to confirm, the villain opened the throat of the person. Although the person's body was burned beyond recognition, his throat was clean, proving that the person had lost his breath before the fire."

Feng Ye's face showed a trace of madness: "do you hear me? Uncle, did you hear me? It's not an empty space. Qu Yan says that kong'er went into the fire by himself. This man is already dead. He's not an empty space! "

Feng Changyue and Yuan Nanyu had no joy on their faces.

The chief said in a deeper voice: "wolf king, forgive my uncle, maybe he doesn't want to suffer from the burning of the flame, so he will die on his own..."

"Nonsense Feng Ye was furious. "Uncle always despised him, so he wanted to let him die!"

Feng Chang sighed more and more: "I don't like him. It's true, but seeing you like this, how can I hope him to die? I wish he would live now, but you are too sad and have lost your judgment."

Feng Ye turned to yuan Nanyu: "Que forget, you say, you say!"

Yuan Nan Yu muttered: "I I don't know... "

"This is not Yan Sikong. Qu Yan said that he walked in alive. This man has already died. He is not Yan Sikong."

Yuan Nanyu looked at Fengye, eyes dense, voice sad: "Fengye, do you think, second brother, why do you want to die?"

Feng Ye froze.

Yuan Nanyu covered her eyes with one hand, and her tears streamed through her fingers: "Qu Yan has escaped. Second brother, you can escape clearly Why did he, why didn't he come back... "Fengye staggers back two steps. He holds the door, but he still can't support his falling body and slowly sits on the ground.

It seems that the two letters to him are all empty letters about how to usurp the throne.

Is he unwilling to come back in his spare time?

Would you rather suffer from the burning fire than live and return to him?

You said clearly that you didn't hate me, but why didn't you come back? Do you hate me so much in your heart that you don't have any expectation for me?

Are you taking revenge on me with such a refusal?

Feng Ye was in tears. As long as he thought of Yan Sikong's despair and frustration, he would hate to kill himself. His mind was on the verge of collapse.

"Wolf, wolf king..." "I have one more thing to tell you," he said cautiously

The longer the seal is, the lower he says, "say."

"This man is not self denial."

Feng Ye was shocked, and Yuan Nanyu raised her head.

He continued: "this person's fatal injury is between the first and second ribs on his left side. He pierced it from the front, leaving scars on his ribs. A person who wants to kill himself will not stab such an awkward position."

Feng Ye got up from the ground. His voice was so hoarse that almost no one moved: "this man It's not suicide. "

"Back to wolf king, No."

Yuan Nanyu's face finally had a glimmer: "no, it's not suicidal!"

Feng Ye was dull for a moment, and his eyes were bright: "this man must not be Yan Sikong, he didn't commit suicide. Qu Yan said that Sikong went into the fire by himself. He was clearly alive at that time, and he didn't give up. He must have escaped, he must be!"

The longer Feng frowned, the bitter old woman said: "wolf king, it's not my uncle's intention to make you sad. My uncle just doesn't want you to hold meaningless hope. These two points are not enough to prove that he is not Yan Sikong. He is in the enemy camp and may be killed. Besides, there is the xipa. "

Fengye turned a deaf ear. He looked at the xipa in his hand and said firmly: "he must have been saved. I can feel that he is still alive. He must be still alive."

The more Feng Chang looked at Feng Ye's crazy appearance, he wanted to talk and stop. Finally, he shook his head and sighed.

Fengye seems to have grasped a life-saving straw, but he refuses to let go of it: "Que forget, go and interrogate Qu Yan and his men carefully, and then send someone to search, check and search. Yan Sikong must still be alive!"

Yuan Nanyu fell off the wine pot: "yes!"

Feng Ye lifted the white cloth and covered the burnt corpse.

This is not a free time, his free time should live well in a certain place, he will find his free time, on the poor blue down the yellow spring, he must find it!