When Yan Sikong woke up the next day, Feng Ye had disappeared.

But he was in a mess, which had been carefully cleaned up and changed into dry clothes. However, the embarrassing pain under his body reminded him that everything that happened last night was not just his drunken imagination, and Feng Ye had really been there.

He lay on the bed, too tired to move, staring blankly at the curtains above his head, his heart filled with sorrow. Thinking back to the content of the argument between the two of them last night, he still felt a lingering fear.

He never wanted to anger Feng Ye, but the conflict between them was so deep that it could not be resolved with words. He knew very early that his relationship with Feng Ye was a huge mistake. He rarely made mistakes in his life, let alone making such a mistake even though he knew it was wrong. However, he still could not stop himself and made mistakes again and again until he could no longer clean up.

If this incident ruined his plan that he had been working on for more than ten years, how would he face Yuan Mao and Yuan Nanyu after his death?

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard. The burning pain on half of his face made his mind clearer.

We must make a decisive move now and not get further into trouble. It's okay if it ends like this...

He covered his eyes with the back of his hand, silently saying, "Let it end, let it end just like that", but he felt a surge of sourness rising to his nose.

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After the banquet, those who had not come to give gifts when Yan Sikong became the director of the Ministry of Personnel's Selection Department could no longer sit still. Those in high positions sent servants, but most of them came in person to congratulate the future prince consort.

Yan Sikong looked at the gift list and found that Xie Zhongren also gave a gift, and it was very valuable. He knew that he was Yan Zilian's favorite student, but he did not hide it. This was not only for the emperor to see, but also to provoke Yan Zilian. It didn't seem that he really wanted to entangle Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong treated everyone equally and accepted all the treasures. Although the amount of gold and silver he pried was huge, it also cost him a lot. Most of it was used to buy intelligence and bribes. These were just enough to fill his private treasury.

In addition, he could not refuse the continuous invitations to banquets. Unlike two years ago, the guests he was attending now were no longer those young scholars and playboys, but their superiors and fathers.

Yan Sikong got drunk on purpose several times, and except for the fact that he had a string tied in his head and would not say anything that he couldn't say, he was taken back every night. Fortunately, it was the annual holiday, otherwise he couldn't even leave the house, let alone enter the palace.

Ali looked at Yan Sikong who was covered in vomit, and while cleaning him up, he sighed.

At this moment, Yan Sikong, who was drunk and confused, suddenly opened his eyes as if he had a last burst of light and grabbed Ali's wrist.

Ali was startled. Yan Sikong was a martial artist after all. Even though he was drunk, he was very strong. He kept holding on tighter and tighter, and his two bloodshot eyes were staring at him.

Ali also widened his eyes and looked at Yan Sikong in confusion.

Yan Sikong stared at Ali for a long while, his eyes showing a trace of clarity. He murmured in disappointment: "It's you..."

Ali looked at Yan Sikong helplessly and asked him if he wanted to eat something.

Yan Sikong shook his head: "What time is it?"

Ali said: It’s the hour of Yin.

"I've drunk to this point again..." Yan Sikong smiled bitterly, "I'm not even a royal consort yet, I'm afraid I'll... drink myself to death." When he said the word "die", there was a hint of joy in his tone, as if it was such a happy thing.

Ali put down Bu Jin and gestured with his hands: Will the prince not come again?

Yan Sikong shook his head absentmindedly: "Probably not."

No matter how wild and unrestrained Feng Ye is, I'm afraid he can't have an open mind to "have sex" with his future brother-in-law. It's true that gay sex is romantic, but with such a close relationship, it's no longer romantic, and it's just vulgar.

What's more, Wan Yang is not only Feng Ye's cousin, but also a princess of the current dynasty. With such a noble status, how could she tolerate such a shameful thing?

Therefore, Feng Ye probably won't come to see him again.

Feng Ye was mostly in the Jingshan camp, while he was in Beijing. The two of them, one a military general and the other a civil official, rarely interacted with each other. If Feng Ye didn't come to find him, would it be... would it be difficult for them to meet again?

Why did he think of Feng Ye again? It was as if Feng Ye was nailed to his mind and he couldn't get rid of him.

Winter is bitterly cold, and if there is one more person by your side, the days and nights will be much warmer. He must be thinking of Feng Ye so often because it is too cold.

Ali looked at Yan Sikong's distraught look and sighed silently.

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After the New Year holiday, Yan Sikong returned to the Ministry of Personnel. As he expected, his colleagues who had previously ignored him suddenly became much more friendly to him. They no longer asked him to do those trivial and complicated paperwork, and they did not exclude him from the discussion of the spring inspection plan. Yan Sikong was overjoyed on the surface, but he was just sneering in his heart.

Yan Sikong was a very famous person in the capital at that time. None of the Jinshi who entered the government with him had left the Hanlin Academy, but in just three years, he had taught the prince, fought against rebellions, entered the Ministry of Personnel, and now became a future son-in-law. His fate had already changed dramatically.

Therefore, although he was born into a poor family, no one thought that Wan Yang was "wronged" by marrying him. However, Feng Ye's obstruction in the hall caused people to complain, after all, he seemed to be scolding all the poor scholars in the world.

The only good thing about this incident was that everyone thought that he and Feng Ye were no longer friends. At the banquet, many people, in order to please Yan Sikong, criticized Feng Ye's power and looked down on poor students. Yan Sikong was very upset inside, but he could only smile and said in a mocking tone that the prince was not someone we could reach, which received a burst of weird responses.

Since that day, Feng Ye returned to the Jingshan Camp and did not stay in the capital for the year. Apart from that, Yan Sikong knew nothing about his current situation. It was as if their past had vanished after that night, including the love they had experienced and the life and death.

Yan Sikong also gradually got over his frustration. He warned himself that he had finally come to this day and he had no time to be sad about his children. One day, Feng Ye would grow up, and maybe the two of them would have a chance to laugh it off, if that happened, he would live to see that day.