In the land of exile, the north wind is as sharp as a knife.

The dilapidated thatched house cannot withstand the severe cold of the north. Every late night, frost seeps in from the cracks and condenses into tiny ice crystals on the quilt.

"Father."

"Father, wake up, wake up."

The desperate cries beside his ears continued.

Ying Yi woke up and saw Ying Fuyan, who was kneeling alone in front of the couch.

Ying Fuyan is now just a teenager.

He has suffered a lot, his body is thin, and his face is dirty.

How can he still be alive

? Isn't he dead?

After he died, he watched Yan Ge'er being tortured to death, watched him live a life like a year, and anyone could trample on him.

He also saw Wei Fengyuan take him away regardless of his own safety...

Watched Yan Ge'er ascend the throne, but died in the sixth year.

But...

Ying Yi didn't have time to think about it, and he had raised his hand to touch Ying Fuyan's face.

But he touched his face full of tears.

Ying Fuyan's body trembled slightly, and suddenly raised his eyes and burst into light.

"Father."

Ying Yi slowly sat up.

A voice came from far away.

"Boss, how should the cause of death be reported?"

"What to report? Frozen to death or exhausted to death are all short-lived. Do you really think he is still the high and mighty King of Yan? Who dares to hold those people in the capital accountable? Let me tell you, it was that person who didn't let him live."

"Just wait and see, it won't be long before that kid will probably die."

As he said that, the man spat.

"What bad luck! I am asked to collect the body again..."

As soon as the voice fell, the shabby door was kicked open, and the snowflakes like broken cotton poured in.

The thatched house was very small, with nothing but a broken couch.

The servant with a knife on his waist looked at Ying Yi's cold face and took a deep breath.

Isn't he dead?

It's said that the body is stiff.

How...

Ying Yi: "What's the matter?"

Although the servants don't take him seriously in private, the King of Yan is born in the royal family after all, and his aura is innate.

What's more, he is resurrected again.

How can the servants not be afraid.

He stepped back in fear.

"No...no."

Ying Yi: "Why don't you get out of here?"

The two servants ran away.

Ying Yi closed his eyes, his mind was in a mess, but his hands were clenched tightly, veins popping out.

Thinking of his wife and daughter, thinking of the tragedy in Prince Yan's Mansion...

his emotions were surging.

All hatred.

"Ayan."

Ying Yi: "Do you want to go back to Shangjing?"

Ying Fuyan was slightly stunned

Shangjing?

He didn't even want to think about it. He

only remembered the bowl of porridge that was so clear that you could see your reflection in it every day, and he had to sip it in small sips to make it through to tomorrow.

He heard his father speak.

"Dad tried his best this time... to take you back, okay."

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Ying Yi waited for Wei Fengyuan.

Every time Wei was preparing to return to the capital, he would secretly come to see him.

But he didn't dare to stay for long, after all, Emperor Ying Qian had spies here.

Enter.

It was quiet all around.

Ying Yi groped in the dark, avoiding the patrols, and came to the stone mining. Behind a wall, Wei Fengyuan on the other side had been waiting for a long time.

"To make a long story short."

Wei Fengyuan lowered his voice and said, "I know the prison uniforms are thin and worn out, but I can't prepare any clothes for you to keep out the cold."

If they really wear it, you can see the trick.

Especially the soldiers often take advantage of the situation and whip the prisoners with whips.

One whip down, not only will the prisoner's clothes be torn, but the flesh on his body will be whipped.

"This time I brought gold wound medicine, Wushisan..., Wushisan will make your whole body hot, and it can resist extreme cold, but it cannot be taken for a long time, and the side effects... are also great." "

Feng Yuan."

Ying Yi interrupted him.

"I want to fight back to Shangjing."

Wei Fengyuan on the other side of the wall was silent.

I don't know how long it took.

"Are you crazy?"

"You don't have any soldiers on hand."

"You do."

Wei Fengyuan: ? ? ?

Ying Yi: "Recruiting soldiers and buying horses..."

The younger generation can do it, and they, the elders, have no way out, so they might as well gather and give it a try. It's not too late to deploy slowly now...

Ying Yi's throat tightened.

"The girl from the Shen family who entered the palace as a concubine. Fengyuan, you should take her back."

Wei Fengyuan's eyes darkened and his breathing paused.

No one except the elders in the family knew about this.

"How do you know..."

Ying Yi smiled bitterly. He looked up at the sky. It was dark and there were no stars or moon. "You know that the man on the throne cannot be shaken by his own strength. In order to protect the entire Wei family from being implicated, he could not selfishly put the entire Shunguo Mansion on the fire. There are too many things to consider, and too many people to take care of. Knowing that he was deliberately provoking, he endured the humiliation and dared not cause trouble."

"To be honest with you, I am not greedy for the fight for the throne. I am not that sage. It's just that I know what flattery is. Father treats me well on the surface, but he treats me as a stepping stone for that person."

He knew that he had no chance of that position.

"So, I didn't fight. Even if I have too many abilities, I can't fight."

"I don't want to be enemies with them, and I obey my father and bend down to let them step on me, but who would have thought that they... still didn't give me a good end."

Before exile, Old Master Wei was still alive and had come to see him.

Let him be... a ghost.

Before his father died, he was planning for him to discipline his third brother, and the imperial edict he left behind pointed him to a dead end.

Ying Yi: "Listen to me."

"I don't know what happened, but I should have died today."

"You will return to Beijing this time, but you will have to go to war again in a month. If you fight, you will... die on the border."

Wei Fengyuan's body shook suddenly, the scales of the armor drilled by his fingertips made a clacking sound, and the blood on his face faded instantly.

He came in a hurry, dusty, and his war horse trampled over thousands of miles of yellow earth. He was stationed at the border and trained his soldiers all day long. He was already frustrated and never took care of himself. His stubble had grown to a finger length.

"You are a smart man."

"You should know that if something happens to you, what will happen to Feng Xing and the Wei family."

Ying Yi's voice continued to come from the other side.

But Wei Fengyuan didn't want to listen anymore.

How could he not guess?

It was because he knew it too well, so Shen Jin's matter... He was incompetent and powerless, and he didn't dare to take the lives of the entire Wei family and confront the royal family.

Wei Fengyuan wanted to scold Ying Yi for talking nonsense.

But he couldn't say it.

Ying Yi would never joke about such things.

But there was always a voice in his heart that told him to believe him.

Ying Yi: "Loyal and Brave Marquis has suffered enough in these years, he... should stand up."

"The son-in-law of the Earl of Qingyuan, the one called Gu Fuju. If I remember correctly, he dare not show his edge now. A few years ago, he was sent to a place to serve as a county magistrate. I don't know how he is doing now."

"It would be troublesome for you to go to his side."

"This person is very cautious, I'm afraid he won't agree immediately. Tell him that the person he is secretly looking for is still there, adopted by a bodyguard named Yu in Ze County. Now he is safe, but someone wants to wipe him out."

"Also, this is the list I wrote, keep it. They are all useful people."

Wei Fengyuan was silent for a long time.

"How do you... get out?"

Ying Yi couldn't be trapped here forever.

"As that person wishes, die once."

Ying Yi: "Not only me, you too."

His tone was tired, but also firm.

"Only by faking your own death and hiding in darkness can you survive from the brink of death."

(End of this chapter)