While sleeping, Yan Sikong had nightmares and it was not until the afternoon of the next day that he woke up slowly.

After waking up, he found that he was no longer in the cell, but in a small military tent. His body had been wiped and cleaned, and he had changed into dry clothes.

Thinking of what happened before he fell into a coma, his heartbeat suddenly quickened, wishing it could break through the restraints of flesh and jump out of his body. His chest heaved and his breathing became rapid. He weakly grasped the quilt with both hands, forcibly trying to calm the pain that came one after another.

Until now, he was not sure if it was just a nightmare. Did Feng Ye really hate him that much? Was Yu'er still alive? He had seen Yu'er in his dreams countless times over the years, but when he woke up, it was like he had missed a step on a cliff, falling into deeper despair.

But this dream was too real and too unforgettable for him to not believe it.

But what he had never dreamed of was that Yu'er was still alive, but he was not as ecstatic as he had imagined. The way he and Feng Ye looked at him, and every word they uttered, were like thousands of arrows piercing their hearts...

Yan Sikong closed his eyes. He was too tired. He would rather continue to sleep than wake up and face this world full of disasters. Even when he was surrounded by enemies, he never thought of giving up. But at this moment, he had the idea of ​​letting go of everything.

It turns out that the enemy's swords and sabers are no match for a few words from your loved ones.

It seemed as if he had never lived for himself in his entire life, but now even “himself” was about to be destroyed.

He just felt hopeless.

After a while, someone entered the military tent. Yan Sikong felt nervous, but when he saw that the person was the soldier who guarded him the day before, his heart temporarily settled down.

When the soldier saw that he had woken up, he quickly put down the food and medicine in his hands, came over, and said respectfully, "Are you feeling better, sir?"

Yan Sikong stared at the soldier quietly, which made people's scalps numb. After a while, he finally spoke: "How old are you, what's your name, where are you from?" His voice was still hoarse, and his throat felt like it was pierced with a poker, burning with pain.

"I am eighteen years old this year, my name is Wu Liuqi, and I am from Changde." He helped Yan Sikong up and poured him a glass of water, "My lord, please drink some water first."

Yan Sikong held it in his hand, but did not move.

Eighteen years old... When he met Feng Ye again, Feng Ye was also eighteen years old. He was already an adult at this age, but still childish. He could not forget the innocent and arrogant look of Feng Ye at the age of eighteen, just like the rising sun, shining on everything around him passionately and unreservedly.

Feng Ye was right. He was too young at that time, so he was obsessed with himself. Now that he has grown up, he has naturally come to his senses.

But who was his childhood sweetheart? Was he really ignorant? Or maybe he just didn't want the "Yan Sikong" in his mind to be himself...

Looking at Wu Liuqi's innocent and bright eyes, Yan Sikong raised his hand stiffly and took a sip of water.

"Sir, please eat your meal. After that, you can take your medicine." Wu Liuqi moved the stool in front of the couch.

"You go out, I will eat later."

"But..." Wu Liuqi said in embarrassment, "It depends on you to eat it."

Yan Sikong shook his head helplessly: "Go out."

Wu Liuqi hesitated for a moment and then walked out.

Yan Sikong stared blankly at the empty space ahead with his eyes, his mind was also blank. He even forgot for a moment the purpose of his coming here.

Not long after, the curtain was opened again, and a gust of autumn wind blew into the tent, making it chilly. If it were a soldier or a clerk, he would not dare to open the curtain so rashly. Yan Sikong took a deep breath and slowly turned his head. It was Yuan Nanyu who was still wearing the mask.

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu, his eyes couldn't help but get hot, but he had controlled his emotions.

Yuan Nanyu sat down in front of the couch, glanced at the untouched food and said, "Why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hungry." Yan Sikong was not being hypocritical, he really didn't feel hungry. It was probably because a feeling of emptiness invaded his whole body, and an empty stomach didn't matter to him.

"Eat even if you're not hungry," Yuan Nanyu said, "and don't abuse your body. That would be uncharacteristic of you."

"What's like me?" Yan Sikong chuckled, "You don't remember me, so how do you know what's me?"

Yuan Nanyu lowered his head and was silent for a moment: "In the past few years, we have been secretly following your every move."

"Oh, that's me, someone else told me about me."

"Isn't that what they said?" Yuan Nanyu frowned and said, "You have avenged your father, so you should make amends for the evil you did in the past. You have confessed the crime yourself, so do you still want to defend yourself?"

"I have nothing to refute." Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu, his eyes full of bitterness, "How are you going to deal with such a wicked person like me?" He couldn't help but think, if Yu'er was still Yu'er, he would definitely understand him...

"Don't worry, the Wolf King won't kill you. Even if you don't come, we will find ways to lure the Datong Army to surrender. Our goals are the same, and you are very important."

"It's a pity that your Wolf King said it himself that he won't believe a word I say anymore." Yan Sikong mocked, "How is he going to make the best use of me?"

"He will know for sure." Yuan Nanyu picked up the bowl of rice. "You just caught a cold and your body is weak. You need to recuperate for a few days and take the soup on time. Eat your meal first."

Yan Sikong grabbed his wrist, pressed it down, stared into his eyes and said, "You only saw my elder brother. Did you see my elder sister and my mother?"

Yuan Nanyu sighed and shook his head: "My eldest brother came to us half a year ago, and we were able to reunite. But at that time, the war was raging, and I was leading an army, so how could I get away? Now I am thousands of miles away, and I don't know when I can get away to see him."

"Big brother has disliked me since childhood, but big sister will not lie to you." Yan Sikong grabbed Yuan Nanyu's wrist and tightened his hand secretly, "Do you dare to write a letter to big sister and find out the truth of that year?"

Yuan Nanyu stared at Yan Sikong in a daze for a long while before saying, "Okay, I'll send the letter today."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, a glimmer of hope rising in his heart. He trembled and said, "Yu'er, take off your mask and let me... take a look at you."

Yuan Nanyu said in a deep voice: "Don't call me Yu'er."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists.

"If you want to be Yan Sikong, then be Yan Sikong. To me, both Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu are unfamiliar names. I don't mind. But don't call me Yu'er. It makes me uncomfortable. Just call me Quewang."

Yan Sikong felt heartbroken and could only say "hmm" softly.

Yuan Nanyu took off the mask.

Yan Sikong stared quietly at this handsome face that was so similar to his own, then reached out his hand and slowly touched the tattoo on his forehead.

All criminals exiled in this dynasty were subjected to tattooing. On that shiny, full forehead, there was a word "prisoner" tattooed, but now it looks very faint.

Yuan Nanyu said calmly, "My master prepared a plaster for me. I apply it every night before going to sleep. I have been doing this for more than ten years. That is why it is so light. Makeup can cover it up, but it cannot be completely removed. That is why I usually cover my face."

"How is your master treating you?"

"When talking about his master, Yuan Nanyu's eyes softened and he smiled faintly: "I was naughty when I was young and was always beaten, but although my master was strict, he treated me very well."

"That's good." Yan Sikong said sadly, "That's good."

He suddenly came to his senses. Yuan Nanyu's life might be the greatest blessing in his life. He was willing to exchange his life for Yuan Nanyu's. Now, not only are they both alive, but they can also meet again. What else does he want?

As for Feng Ye... we have fate but no destiny, so why force it?

Under Yuan Nanyu's urging, Yan Sikong ate a few mouthfuls of food and drank the medicine.

Yuan Nanyu touched his forehead and said, "You're still a little hot, but it will be fine in a few days. Eat on time in the future. I'm busy with military duties, so I can't come to see you every day."

"If I don't eat, I can see you every day?"

"You..." Yuan Nanyu was speechless.

"I miss you so much." Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu deeply, his eyes reddened, "I have been thinking about you for seventeen years."

Yuan Nanyu looked at the sadness on Yan Sikong's face and felt his heart pounding. That expression really didn't seem like a fake one, but he had to be on guard against this man. He pursed his lips, grabbed the mask and covered his face to hide his emotions. "I'll come to see you when I have time."

Yan Sikong sighed deeply.

Yuan Nanyu walked a few steps, then turned back and said, "Don't disobey the Wolf King. He is a natural commander, and he will enforce orders and stick to his words. Don't ask for trouble."

Yan Sikong sneered: "No one in this world knows him better than me."

"...He has become increasingly violent and cruel over the years. I'm afraid he is no longer the person you knew back then."

Yan Sikong was silent.

He had already seen the current Fengye, so why did he need Yuan Nanyu to remind him?

——

After taking the medicine, Yan Sikong felt drowsy again, so he lay back on the couch. In fact, it was just a common cold and fever, which would not make him, a martial artist, so weak. This kind of weakness came more from the blood. He was unwilling to move a finger, and for a while he seemed to have no purpose to get better.

As night fell, cold wind blew through the military tent. Wu Liuqi was afraid that Yan Sikong would feel cold, so he lit a charcoal fire early. He stood by the fire, yawning.

Yan Sikong was half asleep and half awake when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew in, like a sharp sword breaking through the warm air. He shivered and woke up immediately. Through his still hazy eyes, he saw a tall figure, wrapped in the cold air outside the tent, almost blocking the entire tent door.

Yan Sikong woke up completely

Wu Liuqi also woke up from a dream. Seeing the person coming, he knelt on the ground in panic: "Wolf King, please forgive me! Wolf King, please forgive me!"

Feng Ye had been staring at Yan Sikong with his wolf eyes since he entered the tent. He waved his hand and said coldly, "Go away."

Wu Liuqi bowed his head and hurried out.

Yan Sikong sat up from the couch and looked at Feng Ye who was walking towards him step by step, his heart tense.

As Feng Ye approached, Yan Sikong smelled alcohol, which made him even more nervous. He didn't know when he started to feel unfamiliar and afraid of Feng Ye.

He suddenly realized that he could hardly find any trace of the young man in this cold, cruel, and gloomy wolf king. How could he boast that he understood this man?

Feng Ye sat down beside the bed. Yan Sikong needed great self-control to control the emotions on his face, but he couldn't help but lean back, still exposing himself.

Feng Ye curled his lips slightly: "Are you afraid of me?"

Yan Sikong said expressionlessly: "My head is in your hands, shouldn't I be afraid?"

"Stop pretending." Feng Ye sneered, "You know I can't kill you. If I kill you, who will help me lead the Datong Army?" As he spoke, he moved a little closer, looking at Yan Sikong wantonly, as if he was looking at the prey in his cage.

Yan Sikong was almost suffocated by the strong and overbearing aura. What on earth had Feng Ye been through in the past three years...

Feng Ye suddenly grabbed his chin and said, "I forgot to come to see you. You advised me not to embarrass you. Yan Sikong, when it comes to winning people's hearts, you are simply unmatched. You coaxed me into obeying you back then."

Yan Sikong said coldly: "What did you call me? Have you forgotten what you said last night, I am not Yan Sikong?"

"Of course you are not Yan Sikong, but you have been using this name for more than ten years. How can you ask everyone to change their name now? Besides, a name is just a name after all." Feng Ye said coldly, "Even if you use this name, you can't become him, and I will never be fooled by you again."

Yan Sikong's eyes were filled with blood. If it were any other day, if it were someone else, he would have been so eloquent that he would have discussed this matter with Feng Ye. But now he didn't want to argue. Firstly, he was extremely disappointed, and secondly, he had figured out that Feng Ye would not listen to him because Feng Ye had already made up his mind about this matter from the bottom of his heart. Only if he was a "complete liar", a fake Yan Sikong, could Feng Ye find a reason for the deception he had suffered and a way out for his resentment.

It doesn’t matter whether he is Yan Sikong or Yuan Nanyu. What matters is that Feng Ye hates him and hopes he is fake.

He has no excuses, so why bother saying more?

Seeing Yan Sikong remained silent, Feng Ye became even more angry. He clenched his beautifully curved jaw and said, "How much benefit have you gained from me by relying on the identity of 'Yan Sikong'? I will make you pay it back one by one!"

Yan Sikong felt a dull pain in his heart, and gritted his teeth and said, "What do you want me to give you back? I have already avenged my great vengeance, and I have no regrets. You can take my life if you want!"

A fierce look flashed across Feng Ye's face, and he suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's scattered black hair, forced him to raise his head, and covered his lips heavily, kissing those soft lips roughly and passionately.

Yan Sikong's eyes widened, and he stretched out his hands to push Feng Ye's chest away, but he was completely powerless, unable to shake Feng Ye's mountain-like body in the slightest. He could only let that domineering tongue push open his teeth, drive straight in, and suck viciously.

Feng Ye was like a wolf that had been hungry for a long time. He greedily tasted the flavor in his mouth. He kissed Yan Sikong so hard that he felt dizzy and didn't even have the strength to struggle.

When the two separated, Yan Sikong was panting heavily. Her slightly swollen lips on her pale face looked particularly alluringly bright red. Her misty eyes, weak body, and angry but speechless expression completely aroused the beast in Feng Ye, making him want to ravage her mercilessly.

"You..." Yan Sikong's breath was unstable, and he was frightened by the desire bursting in Feng Ye's eyes.

Feng Ye's slender fingertips gently stroked Yan Sikong's cheek: "I heard Xi'er is pregnant. How many months?"

Yan Sikong dared not move. The hand that was caressing him gently felt like a wolf's tongue licking him.

"Speak, it's been a few months."

"…She and I are not what you think."

"Not what I thought?" Feng Ye looked at the red marks on Yan Sikong's slender white neck caused by the horsewhip, and couldn't help but recall the fragile feeling when he held this neck last night. He had to suppress the jealousy that was raging in his chest, otherwise he was afraid that he would swallow this man into his stomach!

Yan Sikong trembled: "Feng Ye, what on earth do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Feng Ye pushed Yan Sikong down on the bed and leaned over him. "I want to do what I have been thinking about for four years. How did you feel like you were in heaven under my crotch? Can a woman satisfy you?"

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "You...you and I have come to this point, and you are still thinking about this?"

"Why not? You swore on your father that you are my Feng Ye's person in life and my Feng Ye's ghost in death. Even if you marry a wife, take concubines, and have many children and grandchildren, you are still mine!" Feng Ye smiled a sinister and frightening smile, "Besides, this is the only benefit you can bring to me."

"Feng Ye!" Yan Sikong put his hand on Feng Ye's chest, "You've been drinking, calm down!"

"I'm very sober. I've been drunk on you for so many years, and finally I'm awake." Feng Ye laughed with his sharp white fangs. "In order to seduce me, you even opened your legs to me like a prostitute. Aren't you unscrupulous in every possible way to achieve your goal? Why are you pretending now?" Feng Ye tore open Yan Sikong's clothes.

Yan Sikong was heartbroken. He slapped the face that he had loved so much and thought about so much.

Feng Ye did not dodge. He turned his face slightly, with a look of cruelty. He held Yan Sikong firmly, leaned close to his ear, and whispered: "I heard that people with fever feel especially hot there, and it feels especially good to insert it. I've always wanted to try it."

Yan Sikong's eyes were filled with pain.

Who made Fengye become like this?

Is it him...