Zhou Mixing is a righteous man with many friends and some talent, but he lives a luxurious life and loves women very much, so he is always labeled as a "dandy". However, this famous playboy in the capital has calmed down a lot since he became infatuated with Yeli, a famous prostitute in Tinglan Pavilion, and no longer flirts with other women.

However, some time ago, Zhou Mixing wanted to marry Ye Li to be his fourth concubine, but his father kicked him out of the house in the middle of the night, causing a big joke.

Yan Sikong already knew Ye Li's background, and secretly thanked God that Lord Zhou did not let her in, otherwise Xie Zhongren would have made a hidden move next to the Shuntian prefect and his hand would have stretched further and further.

When Ye Li followed a group of girls into the house, Feng Ye didn't look at any of them at first, but finally his eyes fell on Ye Li with a somewhat inquiring look.

Zhou Mixing followed Feng Ye's gaze and was delighted. He quickly winked at Ye Li, asking her to go and accompany Feng Ye.

Feng Ye has been back in Beijing for more than two years, and there are countless people who want to curry favor with him and bribe him. From precious treasures, calligraphy and paintings to famous utensils and beauties, he is completely indifferent to them. If anyone can please him, it would be a great honor.

Ye Li smiled knowingly, and led the women to bow to the people present, then walked towards Fengye. His steps were graceful and swaying, making people feel excited.

Yan Sikong knew what Feng Ye was looking at. Feng Ye must have discovered Ye Li's kung fu. In fact, it was not the first time they met. It was just that Feng Ye forcibly took him away that time, and Ye Li was sitting there playing the zither.

Ye Li bowed to Feng Ye and said softly, "My little girl has met the prince."

Feng Ye nodded and said meaningfully: "Miss Ye Li."

Ye Li sat down next to Feng Ye and gave Yan Sikong a charming smile: "Lord Yan, it's been a long time."

Yan Sikong bowed and said, "It's been a long time since we last met. Miss Ye Li is still as beautiful as ever."

Ye Li covered her mouth and smiled: "I have been reading Lord Yan's poetry collection recently, but I am not very knowledgeable and it is difficult for me to understand Lord Yan's profound meaning. Could you please give me some advice when you have time?"

"I don't deserve it. I am just a self-indulgent orchid. How can I be so high up in the mountains? But if I can take this opportunity to discuss poetry and wine with Miss Yeli, it would be really enviable."

Everyone at the table started laughing and teasing Yan Sikong.

Feng Ye said coldly: "Miss Ye Li is so fond of Prince Yan's poems, she must think I am a mere warrior who doesn't understand poetry, wine and romance?" The word "Prince Yan" was pronounced heavily and clearly.

Yan Sikong's expression remained unchanged.

Ye Li was indeed a man who had seen the world. He was not panicked at all. He just smiled softly and said coquettishly, "Everyone knows that the prince is a young hero, talented in both civil and military affairs, and has a beautiful appearance. The prince is usually busy in the Jingshan camp. Let alone coming here, he rarely returns to the capital. My sisters heard that they could see the prince's true appearance today, so they fought hard to come."

Zhou Mixing said with a smile: "It's not just about the girls. If we can meet the prince, it will also bring honor to our family."

"Hahaha, that's right."

Liang Sui flattered him even more: "In the past, the Crown Prince and Brother Yan Xian were the two most famous handsome young men in the capital. Now Brother Yan Xian is a future prince consort, but I wonder which young lady waiting to be married will be lucky enough to marry the Crown Prince."

Feng Ye just smiled and said nothing, but his eyes were always cold.

Ye Li saw Feng Ye's displeasure and tried to smooth things over: "My little girl will play a song to cheer up the adults."

"good!"

As the dance and music started, people at the banquet began to toast each other. Many ignorant people came to toast Yan Sikong, and they couldn't help but wish him and Princess Wanyang a harmonious marriage. Yan Sikong didn't need to turn around to feel Feng Ye's gaze piercing his body like a sword.

After three rounds of drinks, the usually sanctimonious officials gradually revealed their true colors and embraced those prostitutes in a romantic way.

Yan Sikong was already used to all this, so he naturally went along with the situation, chatting and laughing with the plump woman beside him. However, he was very sober and had been secretly observing Feng Ye. Feng Ye was so aggressive today, he was probably not going to just drink some wine and then go home obediently, which was not in line with his personality.

When everyone was drunk, Feng Ye suddenly stood up staggeringly. Ye Li, who could drink a lot, stood up to help him.

Feng Ye pushed her away and said vaguely: "Come, someone come!" He was tall and staggered a few steps, and was about to fall.

Yan Sikong stood up hurriedly and held onto Feng Ye's waist, but he didn't expect that Feng Ye suddenly hugged him in his arms, then grabbed his hair, forced him to raise his head, and kissed him hard on the lips!

Yan Sikong’s eyes widened. This change happened too quickly and his mind went blank.

Everyone at the table was stunned. The clinking of glasses stopped abruptly and they all stared at the two without blinking.

"Oh, oh." Zhou Mixing shouted with his tongue sticking out, "Come, come." He didn't know what to ask for, but the situation was too embarrassing and he didn't know what to do.

The attendants who had been guarding at the side hurried over to support Feng Ye. Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's lips as punishment before letting him go. However, he also pushed away the attendants, looked down at Yan Sikong, and said vaguely, "Oh, Prince Consort Yan?" He glanced at Ye Li at the side and said with a frivolous tone, "You two, both... dressed in white, and Prince Consort Yan has such a beautiful face. I'm dazzled. Hahahaha——"

Yan Sikong's face turned pale. He didn't expect Feng Ye to be so bold and presumptuous.

Zhou Mixing was the first to laugh: "Hahahaha, it seems that the prince is enjoying drinking."

"Yes, the prince drank a lot, hahahaha——"

Everyone laughed along.

Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong and said, "I... need to go to the toilet. Could Prince Consort Yan condescend to help me?"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye expressionlessly, his Adam's apple moving slightly. He paused for a moment, then went up to support Feng Ye: "Prince, please."

Everyone saw that Feng Ye was intentionally trying to humiliate Yan Sikong, but they didn't expect Feng Ye to resort to such means. Zhou Mixing knew that he had done something wrong today and was afraid that he might have offended both of them. However, he had no other choice but to order, "Prepare a room for the prince to rest."

Yan Sikong supported Feng Ye and walked out of the banquet. Several servants escorted them from the front, back, and left. Even if Feng Ye fell and got a few scratches, they would be able to take care of him.

After helping Feng Ye into the room, Yan Sikong whispered to the servants, "Go down."

"The young ones are outside. You can give us instructions at any time."

"Get away from me." Feng Ye suddenly growled in a vicious voice.

The servants were startled and retreated while apologizing.

As soon as the door closed, Feng Ye, who was drunk, grabbed Yan Sikong's waist, blocked his lips with force, and sucked and ravaged him viciously.

"Feng...Ye..." Yan Sikong tried to push it to Feng Ye, but he could hardly move under the restraints, and he did not dare to make too much noise here.

Feng Ye kissed him and tore his clothes at the same time, saying sarcastically, "What's wrong, Prince Consort Yan?"

Yan Sikong could not hide the anger in his eyes. He knew he was in the wrong and had endured it again and again, but Feng Ye became more and more aggressive. Today, he kissed him in public. He didn't know if that poor excuse could get away with it. If some rumors were spread, who knew what impact it would have on the two of them? He pushed Feng Ye's chin away and gritted his teeth and said, "Are you crazy? You are not drunk, are you pretending?"

"Whether it's fake or real, what difference does it make?" Feng Ye mocked, "Aren't you just half-truthful and half-false?"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye intently: "What do you want?"

Feng Ye grinned and whispered ambiguously: "I want to fuck you."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong shuddered, "You are so absurd, something bad will happen sooner or later."

"I'm ridiculous?" Feng Ye laughed. "I'm ridiculous? It's ridiculous. You are a liar and a scheming person. How dare you say I'm ridiculous? You are going to marry my cousin, but in order to save the prince, you turn around and swear a solemn oath to me. Aren't you ridiculous? You are so shameless!"

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye sadly. Under Feng Ye's arrogant and drunken state, his eyes were clearly filled with pain, and his heart was in a knot.

"When you get married in the future..." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's cheek and said hoarsely, "Will you make vows to her and say sweet words to her? You will, right? You always know what to say to please people the most. She will definitely be obsessed with you, just like me..."

Yan Sikong bit his lip, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

Feng Ye stared with red eyes: "Yan Sikong, do you know? She is... my only sister, but I am so jealous that I want to kill her."

Yan Sikong felt a suffocating pain invading his lungs. He gently stroked Feng Ye's face and said, "Feng Ye, I have no intention of making excuses, but you are the only one in my heart in this life."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong in a struggle, his tone full of hatred: "But you want to be my brother-in-law."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes, froze for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Feng Ye's collar, raised his head to cover his lips, and kissed him roughly.

This kiss completely ignited the raging fire in Feng Ye's body. He picked up Yan Sikong, swung his long arms, and used his powerful internal strength to sweep away all the tea sets on the table, and Yan Sikong was pressed on them.

The two of them were like hungry beasts, biting each other's skin and tearing each other's clothes. They both knew that no matter how many words they said, they would only cut each other with scars. Only through skin contact could they feel each other's warmth and forget all the pain and struggle. They would indulge in the time and space with only each other at this moment.

Yan Sikong said vaguely: "You said, heaven and hell, you will accompany me..."

"Yes, yes." Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's slender legs and attacked him madly, as if only by going so deep could he understand Yan Sikong's heart.

Yan Sikong smiled bitterly, the pleasure of his body flooding him like a torrential rain, but he was also overwhelmed by despair. The two of them were tightly entangled, unwilling to miss a drop of sweat or a trace of warmth from each other. Their hearts had gone too far, so they tried their best to shorten the physical distance, even if they were dragged into the abyss together, they would be happy to do so.