After recovering from his illness, Yan Sikong calculated that he had been in the Wolf King's camp for six or seven days. Qianzhou must be very anxious, but before he left, he had already instructed that as long as there was no news of his death, the troops should not move.

He couldn't stay in his tent all day and feel sorry for himself. Now that he was awake, he had to do what he should do. He decided to inspect the camp and see what the military situation of Feng Ye was like.

But as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he was stopped.

Wu Liuqi was on duty outside the door. When he saw him, he bowed and said, "Master Yan, the Wolf King has ordered that you... cannot leave the tent."

Yan Sikong frowned and said, "I've been bored for many days, but I want to take a walk and get some fresh air."

"The Wolf King has ordered..." Wu Liuqi said in embarrassment, "I dare not let you go."

Yan Sikong paused and asked, "Where is General Que?"

"General Que has gone to pick up the military supplies."

Military rations... Yan Sikong vaguely remembered that day in prison, they said Yuan Shaoxu was going to escort rations. Could it be that he was going to meet Yuan Shaoxu? It seemed that he would be able to see Yuan Shaoxu soon.

Although he had already decided not to defend himself, he was unwilling to let it go if there was still a chance to prove who he was. Even if Feng Ye didn't believe him no matter what, if Yuan Nanyu might believe him, it would be worth a try.

He took a deep breath and asked, "But are we going to support the Yuan army?"

"Exactly."

"In that case, come in and talk to me." He wanted to find out from Wu Liuqi what Yuan Shaoxu's position was in the Wolf King's Army.

Wu Liuqi looked embarrassed.

"What? Is the Wolf King still alive?"

Wu Liuqi said respectfully: "The Wolf King said, say..."

"What?" Yan Sikong emphasized.

He was a man who had seen the world and was very shrewd. His imposing manner was too imposing for a country boy to resist. The soldier was obviously a little scared, but he still said, "Tell the lord that you have recovered and you don't need anyone to take care of you anymore. You are not allowed to talk to you any more."

Yan Sikong felt cold in his heart. Feng Ye actually guarded against him so much. He snorted coldly, waved his sleeves fiercely, and turned back to the tent.

He didn't eat a single bite of lunch or dinner that day, so Wu Liuqi had no choice but to report to Feng Ye.

After being hungry for a day, Feng Ye showed up. Seeing Yan Sikong lying at his desk and reading quietly, he immediately became furious. He said coldly, "Yan Sikong, when did you become so stupid that you threatened me with starvation?"

"I'm not on a hunger strike." Yan Sikong turned a page in the book in his hand, without looking up, and said lightly, "It's just that eating alone is lonely, so I lost my appetite."

"You want me to have dinner with you?"

Yan Sikong laughed sarcastically: "How dare I trouble the Wolf King to drive? I have even less appetite when you are here."

"You want to see Que Wang, right?" Feng Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, "Do you think I would let him be alone with you again and again, and then be deceived by your sweet words? Don't dream, he will not see you again without my permission."

"We are brothers, so it's understandable that he trusts me."

"You are not brothers." Feng Ye took a few steps closer. "You are not related by blood, nor have you ever been loyal to each other. There is no 'brother' who lets his brother take the blame for his crime. He won't believe you, but I won't let you have the opportunity to use him again."

Anger flashed in Yan Sikong's eyes: "I grew up with him, please treat me as a brother. Why don't you let him see me?!"

"Because I am the Wolf King." Feng Ye walked in front of Yan Sikong, half squatted down, and stared at him coldly, "Because he fought side by side with me and went through life and death with me, because he saved my life and accompanied me through the most painful time of my life, because he is my Sikong."

"Your Sikong." Yan Sikong paused for a word, his heart tightening. He looked at Feng Ye's cold and domineering expression, and suddenly felt a chill invading his bones. He trembled and said, "Feng Ye, are you..."

Feng Ye tasted the fear on Yan Sikong's face and felt extremely pleased. He did not comment and sneered, "He is different from you."

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's collar and said in a stern voice: "Yuan Shaoxu is back, right? Does he dare to confront me face to face?!"

"Why wouldn't he dare?" Feng Ye stretched his long arm across Yan Sikong's waist, holding him tightly, forcing him into his arms, his breathing becoming heavy, "When he comes back, you can see him right away."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists and pressed them against his chest. The fear from that night came back to him. He stared at Feng Ye: "What... do you want to do..."

"You are my captive, and I am the one you swore to be subordinate to for life, whether it is this tent or your body." Feng Ye raised his chin frivolously, "I can visit you at any time without reporting to you."

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's wrist. He had recovered his strength, but he was not that easy to deal with.

The two looked at each other, and sharp sparks collided in the air, mixed with surging hostility. Feng Ye finally let Yan Sikong go and said with ill intention: "Are you lonely eating alone? I will find you a companion."

Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye's back until he disappeared from the tent, then he collapsed to the ground with a layer of cold sweat on his body.

When Feng Ye mentioned Yuan Nanyu just now, his attitude was puzzling to him. At this point, he couldn't tell whether Feng Ye was attracted to "Sikong" or him. If... If Feng Ye was attracted to Yuan Nanyu...

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, thinking that it was just his own imagination and didn't want to think about it any further.

——

Yan Sikong soon found out what kind of companion Feng Ye had found for him.

At the beginning of nightfall, he was in the tent and heard a commotion outside. The soldiers were shouting in fear or excitement. Yan Sikong stood up curiously and wanted to lift the curtain to take a look.

But just as he approached the curtain, the noise outside suddenly died down, almost to silence. Through the tent, Yan Sikong felt a dangerous aura penetrating into his bones. Although he hadn't seen anything yet, his hair was already standing on end. His instinct was warning him that there was something outside the tent that could threaten his life.

Then he heard a muffled sniff. It was not from a human, but from a beast!

The curtain door was opened, and Yan Sikong could not help but step back. A huge gray-black wolf head appeared. Its single eye, which was bluish-white with a gray tint, glowed with a faint green light in the darkness. Under its dark and moist nose, a row of sharp white fangs slightly protruded with the twitching cheeks, which was enough to scare people to the point of losing their legs.

It penetrated completely into the tent, shaking its thick hair, and its huge body made the tent narrow and crowded, as if everything was already in its mouth.

Yan Sikong stared at the giant wolf in front of him in a daze and called softly: "...Hun'er."

Feng Hun looked at Yan Sikong, raised his big paws, and walked towards him step by step.

Yan Sikong stepped back step by step. He swallowed hard, but he could not suppress the tension in his heart. After so many years, did this real wolf king still remember him? If, if he didn't remember...

The man and the wolf retreated to the edge of the tent until Yan Sikong's back hit the tent cloth, leaving him with no way to retreat. He stopped as he looked at Feng Hun, beads of sweat on his forehead.

Feng Hun walked up to Yan Sikong, knelt with his hind legs bent, his waist straight, and looked at Yan Sikong with his one cold eye, as if waiting for something.

When Feng Hun was kneeling, they were almost the same height, and his beastly mouth full of fangs was right in front of Yan Sikong's face. He could even smell the unpleasant smell left in Feng Hun's mouth from eating raw meat for a long time with his breathing.

Feng Hun finally lost his patience and hit Yan Sikong's chest hard with his head, then lay down and ignored Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong immediately released all his strength and breathed a sigh of relief. Feng Hun remembered him, which was a gesture of goodwill to him... let's just count it as a gesture of goodwill.

Yan Sikong sat down on the ground and touched Feng Hun's head: "Hun'er, you still remember me."

Feng Hun let out a muffled groan from his nose.

"I went to the mountains to look for you several times..." Yan Sikong stroked the coarse hair and sighed, "I even rode Zuihong to look for you. Didn't you like playing with it? It seems that you had left by then. Fortunately, you left..."

Sealing the soul and humming softly.

Yan Sikong lay on Feng Hun and buried his face in the warm and thick fur, recalling the times when he and Feng Ye had drunk and chatted with the giant wolf as their pillows, when they both dozed off under the big locust tree while drunk, or when they had strolled together on Jingshan Mountain to enjoy the spring, and when they had cuddled up to the wolf for warmth in a cave sheltering from the rain, and when they had ridden on Zuihong under the setting sun, and it had flown down from the mountain and galloped alongside them on the grassland.

Feng Ye's innocent, bright and carefree smile suddenly popped into his mind, causing his heart to ache.

If only life could be like the first time we met.

He closed his eyes, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, and he grabbed Fenghun's hair with both hands, wanting to draw the warmth that he could not find anywhere else from the beast.

Feng Ye, did you see that? Even Feng Hun recognizes me...

——

Regardless of why Feng Ye asked Feng Hun to accompany Yan Sikong, or just to monitor him, he was happy about Feng Hun's appearance. He had spent most of his life walking on the edge of a knife, and if he was not careful, his body would be separated from his head. Every day could be the anniversary of his death, so he was relieved to meet an old friend after a long absence - even if this "old friend" was not a human.

However, after spending two days with Feng Hun, he met his old friend Yuan Shaoxu, whom he never wanted to see again in his life but now had to see.

Yuan Shaoxu was highly valued by Fengye because of Yuan Nanyu, and now he has some prestige among the rebels.

Yan Sikong understood why Yuan Shaoxu lied. Yuan Shaoxu was ambitious but of mediocre qualifications. His career was ruined by his father's unjust death. He even had to leave his hometown and live in anonymity. He wasted more than ten years and finally had the opportunity to make a name for himself. How could he not seize it? If he followed the right person, Feng Ye would be able to rule the capital one day, and he would be given a title of nobility and honor to bring glory to his family.

Even though Yuan Shaoxu never treated him well when he was young and even drove him out of the house, he never complained because of the great kindness of the Yuan family. But seeing how Yuan Shaoxu treated him, he was afraid that he would not care about the slightest bit of brotherhood.