Feng Ye grew up in a military camp and was "adopted" by wolves. He has never experienced the childhood of a normal child, so every day with Yuan Sikong is new to him.

Yuan Sikong was actually never good at having fun. His greatest hobby was reading, thanks to his younger brother who was an expert in this field.

There is nothing Yuan Nanyu can't do, such as climbing trees to catch birds and diving into the water to catch fish, catching insects in spring and rolling in snow in winter. Although he can't even get out of bed now, it doesn't prevent him from making plans for Yuan Sikong and instructing the two of them where to go and how to play.

But as time went on, Yuan Nanyu started to complain again: "My second brother keeps talking about Feng Ye, Feng Ye all the time. You must have forgotten Yu'er."

"How could I have forgotten that there was a day when I didn't come to supervise your study?"

Yuan Nanyu slapped the bed hard: "Yes, just remember this!"

Yuan Sikong suppressed his laughter and said, "Studying is a serious matter. We should not slack off for a single day."

Yuan Nanyu said unhappily, "You spend the whole day playing around with that little prince, and I'm either reading or daydreaming when I lie on the bed. If it were you, would you be able to stay in bed?"

"I can lie down."

"You... Besides, you only played with me before, but now that you have the little prince, I can't see you except in the morning."

Yuan Sikong leaned over and pinched Yuan Nanyu's face: "Feng Ye is of noble status. My father asked me to accompany him well. This is more important than selecting horses. Besides, the horses for Datong Prefecture are almost selected, and he can't stay in Guangning for a few more days." When he said this, he suddenly felt a little blocked in his heart. The sky is high and the earth is far away. If they are separated now, he doesn't know if they will see each other again in this life.

Yuan Nanyu pouted: "Actually, it's not that I don't want you to play with him, I just want to play with you guys... Second brother always tells me about him, saying that the little prince is very good-looking and has great ambitions, but I have never even seen him."

How could Yuan Sikong not know what Yuan Nanyu was thinking? Looking at the lonely little face and dim eyes, he couldn't bear it: "Yu'er, if you promise me not to leave the house and not to make a sound, I will bring him home and let you take a look. How about that?"

Yuan Nanyu's eyes lit up: "Really? Why don't you let me out of the house?"

"The little prince is very wild. If he sees you, he will definitely want to play with you. Dad, do you dare to disobey? What if you get out of bed and something goes wrong?" Yuan Sikong thought very carefully, "So, if you are curious and want to see him, you can, but you can't let him see you, absolutely not. Otherwise, if something happens, don't blame Dad. I will be the first to not forgive you."

Yuan Sikong could imagine how Feng Ye would react when he saw someone who looked so similar to him. He must be curious and curious. But he didn't want Feng Ye to see Yuan Nanyu. Not only was he worried about Yuan Nanyu's legs, but also because... because only Feng Ye belonged to him. He had to share everything with Yuan Nanyu except Feng Ye, and Yuan Nanyu always got much more than him.

He despised himself for having such selfish thoughts, but he couldn't stop himself.

Let Feng Ye become his own memory and secret, the exception that only he has and Yuan Nanyu does not have.

Yuan Nanyu naturally compromised: "Okay, okay, second brother, just let me see what he looks like, otherwise I will suffocate to death."

Yuan Sikong picked up the book: "Then today's morning class..."

"I have memorized it! I memorized it yesterday, and I am reciting it to you now."

Yuan Sikong smiled.

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The next day, Yuan Sikong brought Feng Ye to Yuan Mansion. In order to avoid causing a large number of people, he did not tell anyone and sneaked in through the back door with Feng Ye.

"That's my father and mother's room. To the east is the kitchen." Yuan Sikong blinked. "There are very sweet pears in the kitchen. How about we steal a few?"

Feng Ye shouted: "Okay!"

They hid from the adults and sneaked into the kitchen. For the children, this was as exciting as an adventure.

In fact, there were not many people in the Yuan Mansion, only two servants. They didn't bump into anyone along the way and successfully got into the kitchen. Each of them took two pears, ate one and put one in their pocket, and smiled at each other while chewing.

Feng Ye said, "Which room do you sleep in? Go play in your room."

"I don't have anything in my room."

"So what else are we going to play?"

Yuan Sikong chuckled and said, "There's a big ginkgo tree in my yard. Let's go climb it."

"OK!"

The ginkgo tree was at least a hundred years old, with deep roots and lush leaves reaching up to the sky. It could be seen from any corner of the Yuan residence. Yuan Sikong had already agreed with Yuan Nanyu to take Feng Ye to climb the tree at this time, and Yuan Nanyu could see them from the window.

That ginkgo tree had been climbed by the Yuan family's children since they were young. Yuan Mao had built a simple wooden house on the thigh-thick branch. Yuan Sikong climbed up and down very skillfully. He wanted to show Feng Ye how to climb with the least effort, but Feng Ye climbed up first, his movements as nimble as a little monkey.

"Feng Ye, be careful. If you fall, I will be dead." Yuan Sikong shouted under the tree.

"You're so nagging. I won't fall." Feng Ye climbed up the tree house first and waved excitedly at Yuan Sikong: "Sikong, come up."

Yuan Sikong rolled up his sleeves and was about to climb up, but suddenly he heard someone calling him. He turned around nervously and identified it carefully. It was indeed Yuan Mao's voice. He quickly responded, "Dad." He quickly gestured to Feng Ye, asking Feng Ye to go into the tree house.

Feng Ye turned around and hid in the tree house.

Yuan Mao walked into the courtyard and said, "Kong'er, didn't you go to see the young prince today?"

"Uh, no."

"What are you doing here?"

"It's a bit stuffy in the house, I came out to get some fresh air."

"That's perfect. Hu Baicheng's horse has had thick water in its ears these days. He has brought it here. You can go and take a look at it for him."

"...Yes." Yuan Sikong glanced at the tree hesitantly. He didn't dare let Yuan Mao know.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I'll be there right away." Yuan Sikong coughed twice and followed Yuan Mao.

Feng Ye actually didn't hear clearly what the two said, but he saw Yuan Sikong and Yuan Mao leaving through the gap in the wooden house. After the two of them walked away, he climbed out of the wooden house, broke off a small branch to play with, and wondered whether to wait for Yuan Sikong to come back here, or go for a walk by himself.

The tree house was eight or nine feet above the ground. From here one could see every house in the Yuan residence, like a whole mountain at a glance. He looked around boredly, and suddenly saw a short tree in the courtyard of a house, with Yuan Sikong's clothes hanging on the tree.

That must be his room, right? Feng Ye suddenly became curious. What was in Yuan Sikong's room? Would there be a lot of books?

He lay down on the floor of the tree house, thinking that when Yuan Sikong came back soon, he would definitely go to his room to take a look.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, Yuan Sikong still didn't come back. Feng Ye lost his patience and decided to go to Yuan Sikong's room himself. If Yuan Sikong still didn't come back, he would just go back to the inn.

Feng Ye climbed down the tree, humming a little tune, and walked towards Yuan Sikong's room.

He walked to the door, quietly pushed it open, and poked his head inside. The first thing that caught his eye was indeed a shelf full of books. Looking inside, he saw two beds, and there was a person lying on one of the beds.

Feng Ye was startled and quickly closed the door, but he thought about it again in his mind and realized that something was wrong. That clothes and that figure, wasn't that Yuan Sikong?

Feng Ye pushed the door open again and called out softly, "Yuan Sikong."

The person on the bed didn't respond. Feng Ye closed the door, ran over, and pushed the person on the bed hard: "Yuan Sikong!"

Yuan Nanyu was complaining in his heart. When he saw Feng Ye coming to him from the window, he moved to the bed and pretended to sleep, thinking he could get away with it. He didn't expect the little prince to be so persistent. Yuan Sikong's warning was still ringing in his ears, but now... what should he do now? He could only bite the bullet and turn around, hiding his half face and facing Feng Ye.

Feng Ye was stunned. He always felt that Yuan Sikong in front of him was a little different: "You..." He kept saying "you" for a long time but couldn't tell what was strange about him.

Yuan Nanyu swallowed his saliva, mustered up his courage, and lowered his voice, "Why are you here?"

There was no light on in the house, and the light was dim. In fact, he couldn't see the face of the person in front of him clearly. Feng Ye didn't think about it and said angrily: "I have been waiting for you in the tree house, and you actually ran back to the house to sleep?"

Yuan Nanyu's heart was beating faster than a drum, but he suddenly felt playful and overwhelmed with excitement. He clenched his fists, thinking back to what Yuan Sikong had told him about their relationship with Feng Ye. He pretended to be calm and said, "I suddenly feel dizzy. I want to go back and lie down for a while and then I'll come find you." Yuan Nanyu thought, what could be more fun and exciting than pretending to be Yuan Sikong now?

When they were young, he and Yuan Sikong used to pretend to be each other to tease others, but their family members could always see through it at a glance. There was no point in fooling outsiders, so they stopped playing it a long time ago. Now facing this little prince, he finds it interesting again.

"Dizzy?" Feng Ye was skeptical. He leaned over and touched Yuan Nanyu's forehead with his warm little hand: "You don't have a fever, so why are you dizzy?"

"I don't know either." Yuan Nanyu frowned and rubbed his temples. "I can't climb trees with you today, nor can I go horseback riding with you."

"The sun is about to set, why are you still running?" Feng Ye looked around and found the extinguished charcoal brazier: "It's so cold in your room, why don't you light a charcoal fire?"

"It's not that cold yet. Mother said charcoal is too expensive. It's enough to just light it before going to bed." Yuan Nanyu complained in his heart. It's all because of you that father was fined his salary.

Feng Ye had no concept of being cheap: "If you're not feeling well, being in such a cold room will only make it worse." He jumped off the bed, "I'll heat it for you."

"Little Master...Feng Ye!" Yuan Nanyu called out, "There's really no need."

Feng Ye ignored him, dragged the charcoal brazier to the bedside, lit it, and turned it over with a fire tongs.

Yuan Nan racked his brains, thinking about how to get Feng Ye to leave. Although it was exciting to pretend to be Yuan Sikong, Yuan Sikong would definitely be very angry if he was exposed.

While he was thinking with his head down, he didn't notice that Feng Ye moved back to the bed and sat down on his injured leg covered by the quilt.

Yuan Nanyu cried out in pain.

"What's wrong?!" Feng Ye jumped up suddenly in fear, and knocked over the charcoal brazier. The charcoal in the brazier flew everywhere, and one of them flew straight towards Yuan Nanyu. Yuan Nanyu was in a hurry and forgot that it was red-hot charcoal, and he actually reached out to catch it.

He uttered another "owl" and threw the burning coal away instantly, but his palms and fingertips were burned with burning pain.

"Sikong!" Feng Ye grabbed Yuan Nanyu's hand and said anxiously, "Your hand!"

"It's okay, just a minor injury." Yuan Nanyu took a breath. His legs hurt much more than his hands. He didn't know how many more days he would have to lie in bed after Feng Ye sat on his butt. He felt like crying but had no tears.

"Wait a minute, I'll get some ice." Feng Ye turned around and ran out of the room, rushing to the kitchen.

Yuan Sikong was hiding in the corner, not knowing what to do, when he saw Feng Ye suddenly running out. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly ran into the house.

After examining Hu Baicheng's horse, he went back to look for Feng Ye. However, when he climbed up the tree, he found that the man was gone. Instead, he saw Feng Ye walking towards Yuan Nanyu's room in the tree house.

That was his room, but Yuan Nanyu had moved to the guest room because of his leg injury. He hurriedly climbed down the tree and tried to stop Feng Ye, but saw Feng Ye had already gone in. He was thinking about whether to go in and explain or just wait and see, when Feng Ye ran out again with an anxious look on his face.

That expression was unusual. Yuan Sikong was worried about Yuan Nanyu, so he ran into the room and saw the charcoal brazier fell to the ground, with the charcoal spilled all over the floor. Yuan Nanyu looked painful, and his heart sank: "Yu'er!"

When Yuan Nanyu saw him, he smiled bitterly and said, "Second brother."

"Yu'er, what's wrong with you?" Yuan Sikong ran to the bed, a little flustered, "Did you guys fight?"

"No." Yuan Nanyu said aggrievedly, "That bastard insisted on burning charcoal, and sat on my legs, and knocked over the charcoal basin. My legs and hands hurt. Did my second brother do it on purpose?"

Yuan Sikong was confused by what he heard. Seeing that Yuan Nanyu was talking incoherently, it seemed that he was in real pain. He quickly lifted the quilt and carefully examined Yuan Nanyu's legs. Seeing that there was nothing serious, he turned over his palms, but saw that the skin and flesh were burnt, which must be very painful. He "tsk" and said, "You have to apply ice."

"He went to get it." Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath, "Forget it, as long as your leg is fine, second brother, he didn't find you, no, he didn't find me, oh, no, no, he didn't find that I'm not you!"

"Did you really fool me?" Yuan Sikong couldn't believe it. Seeing that Yuan Nanyu was wearing the same clothes as him today, it was no wonder that he could confuse Feng Ye.

The clothes of both of them were the same. Yuan Sikong didn't like to dress like twins with Yuan Nanyu, but Yuan Nanyu liked it. No matter how many times he said it, Yuan Nanyu always picked the same clothes as him on the same day intentionally or unintentionally. Unexpectedly, he helped them today.

"Well, he really didn't notice." Yuan Nanyu grinned, "I'm awesome, right?"

"He just didn't notice it just now. When he comes back later, he might think we have turned into ghosts." Yuan Sikong pounded his head in frustration. He shouldn't have agreed to Yuan Nanyu. Why is it that everything related to Feng Ye always goes wrong?

I'm afraid these two are really doomed to fail...

Yuan Nanyu thought of something and said anxiously, "Second brother, you must think of a way quickly. We can't let him find out. If he finds out, Dad will know. If Dad finds out, he will scold us to death, and he will definitely find someone to watch me every day!"

How could Yuan Sikong not have thought of this? He just made such a scene, how could he hide it...

He saw the charcoal fire on the ground, and suddenly squatted down and reached out to grab it.

Yuan Nanyu was surprised and said, "Second brother!"

It was too late to stop him, so Yuan Sikong grabbed a piece of burning coal without hesitation. The burning pain instantly penetrated his nerves. Yuan Sikong gritted his teeth and did not cry out. He threw away the burning coal and looked at it with his backhand.

Yuan Nanyu stared with sweat on his forehead. From childhood to adulthood, he was the one who caused the most trouble, and Yuan Sikong was the most obedient one. However, if we judge a "hero" by the size of the extraordinary things he did, ten of his deeds would not be as good as one of Yuan Sikong's. It was just that Yuan Sikong was always not easily discovered by adults.

There was a sound of jogging outside, and the light footsteps were obviously those of a child.

Yuan Sikong said, "Yu'er, hide for a while. I'll send him away and then come to treat your hand injury."

"good."

Yuan Sikong quickly picked up Yuan Nanyu, hid him in the cupboard, and lay down on the bed himself.

Just as he covered himself with the quilt, Feng Ye rushed in, holding a block of ice in the front of his robe.

"Sikong." Feng Ye came running over, his face full of anxiety and reluctance to show, "Apply it quickly."

"I'm fine." Yuan Sikong spread his hands, "It doesn't hurt that much, actually."

Feng Ye pouted and said reluctantly, "Why do you always get hurt when you're with me?"

Yuan Sikong laughed and said, "It's not a serious injury. It will heal in a few days."

"Can you still play the piano?" Feng Ye held Yuan Sikong's hand, "I haven't heard you play the piano yet."

"It's no problem. It will only leave a little scar." Yuan Sikong moved his fingers. "It's very flexible."

Feng Ye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

Yuan Sikong grabbed the ice and said, "Feng Ye, go back first. My mother will bring me food later. If she sees the mess in this house and then sees you, my father will scold me to death."

"But..." Feng Ye looked at his hand hesitantly.

"I'm fine, just a superficial wound. You should go back quickly, otherwise I will be in big trouble." Yuan Sikong pleaded.

Feng Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go out the back door." He shook Yuan Sikong's hand gently and whispered: "Are you coming to play with me again?"

Yuan Sikong said without hesitation: "I will come to find you tomorrow."

Feng Ye then smiled and said, "I'm leaving now. See you tomorrow!"

Yuan Sikong let out a sigh of relief only after he saw Feng Ye leave.