At Feng Ye's instruction, Yan Sikong wrote a letter to Shen Hexuan, in which he mentioned that he was first imprisoned by Feng Ye in the rebel camp. After repeated lobbying, Feng Ye finally had the idea of ​​surrendering, but he still had many concerns, so he decided to withdraw his troops for 30 miles to show his sincerity. After that, he would personally write to the emperor, listing the conditions for Feng Ye to accept the edict of amnesty, and let Shen Hexuan appease the officials and generals of Qianzhou and keep the troops in place for the time being.

So the next morning, Feng Ye commanded his soldiers to collect supplies in an orderly manner, break camp and retreat, with the vanguard leading the way, the baggage following, and he led a large force to cover the rear. Although it was just a planned retreat and there was almost no possibility of pursuit, Feng Ye still retreated meticulously and in an orderly manner, which was enough to show the strict military discipline of the Feng family.

Thirty days may not seem like a long time, but it is already a day's journey for the army. The purpose of withdrawing the troops is to let Emperor Zhaowu see Feng Ye's intention and think that Yan Sikong's lobbying has worked. Then Feng Ye will certainly make a high demand for the conditions for the amnesty. In this way, Yan Sikong will have the opportunity to mediate between the court and the rebels, and also have a legitimate way to contact Qianzhou officials and the Datong Army.

When they were leaving, Feng Ye wanted to put Yan Sikong and Feng Hun on the carriage, but Yan Sikong asked, "Why do you want to hide Hun'er?"

"The soldiers would be frightened when they saw it, and it would also scare the horses."

"Then let them be afraid. The war horses of your Feng family army must also get used to being with wolves." Yan Sikong said, "Since you are wearing the title of 'Wolf King', you must make people afraid. Let the people of the world be afraid, and let them know that the title of 'Wolf King' is not in vain. Hun'er is the best proof."

Feng Ye glanced at Feng Hun and said, "Alright."

"Order someone to make a set of light armor for Hun'er." Yan Sikong said again.

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Are you ordering me?"

Yan Sikong's face was calm: "How dare I."

"Get in the car." Feng Ye said unhappily.

Yan Sikong got on the carriage.

Feng Ye turned over and rode on Zuihong's back: "Hun'er, follow me."

Feng Hun shook his thick fur and followed.

Zuihong turned around and hissed ferociously. Fenghun also turned his head and bared his fangs, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

Feng Ye said in a low voice: "Stop making a fuss!" He gently pinched the horse's belly and shouted loudly, "Let's go--"

The main army had already gone ahead, but the great banner representing the "Wolf King"'s territory followed behind. It was the largest, tallest, and most majestic banner among the three armies. The roaring wolf's mouth seemed to be able to breathe in the heavens and the earth and swallow up the mountains and rivers, which frightened the Sheng army.

Yan Sikong opened the curtain of the carriage and looked at the blood-red flag flying in the wind in front of him, feeling a mixture of emotion.

Before sunset, the army arrived at the new camp, and the soldiers rebuilt the barracks in an orderly manner.

Feng Ye's central military tent had been prepared in advance. Yan Sikong rested and waited here temporarily. Feng Hun was still with him. He looked at the map of Hetao for a long time. His thoughts were turning so fast in his mind that he didn't even hear the footsteps behind him.

However, Fenghun had already smelled the person coming, but he did not take any precautions.

Yan Sikong turned around and saw that it was Yuan Nanyu.

Yuan Nan looked around subconsciously: "Feng Ye won't let me see you casually, I'll give you something and leave immediately." He was holding a small cloth bag in his hand.

When Yan Sikong saw Yuan Nanyu, he couldn't help but think of the day when he confronted Yuan Shaoxu. He felt very complicated, but no matter what, he still wanted to see him. After all, he was the most owed and beloved brother in his life. He asked, "What is it?"

Yuan Nanyu walked over, touched Feng Hun's head, and said with a smile as if teasing a puppy: "Hun'er is walking in front of the army today, how impressive."

Yan Sikong was slightly startled. He had not expected that Yuan Nanyu and Feng Hun were so familiar with each other. Feng Ye had always only allowed those closest to him to get close to Feng Hun...

He felt a little upset, but he quickly ignored it.

Yuan Nanyu stuffed the small cloth bag into Yan Sikong's hand and said, "Hide it. Don't let Feng Ye see it."

"This is..."

"Can't you figure it out?"

Yan Sikong weighed it in his hand and rubbed it carefully. The things in the cloth bag were round and full, making him feel familiar, but he couldn't remember what they were for a moment. He opened it and took a look, and was stunned.

That bag of hazelnuts.

"These are hazelnuts from Liaodong. My brother bought some in Licheng when he went to pick up military supplies. They are very expensive."

Yan Sikong stared at Yuan Nanyu intently, and suddenly his nose felt a little sour: "You... remember that I like to eat hazelnuts?"

Yuan Nanyu was stunned for a moment: "I just thought, this is something from our hometown, if you like to eat it, that's even better."

"I like it. When I was a kid, we would go up to the mountains to pick them in autumn, and we would pick more than anyone else."

"It's a pity that I don't remember it..." Yuan Nanyu's tone was full of loss, "Liaodong is far away from us, I don't know if I can set foot on my hometown again in this life, this little thing, just as a reminiscence."

Yan Sikong forced a smile: "You haven't changed much since you were a teenager."

"Really?" Yuan Nanyu opened his mouth to ask something, but then he immediately remembered that their childhood was an unpleasant memory and it was better not to mention it.

Yan Sikong put the hazelnut into his arms: "Yu... Quewang, thank you."

"You're welcome. I have no relatives or friends in this world, but now God has given me two brothers, Sikong. Regardless of the past, I only hope that in the future we brothers can work together to assist the Wolf King, restore the reputation of the Yuan family, and establish a destiny for the people. This will make my life worthwhile."

Yan Sikong sighed in his heart: "Okay."

"Then I'm leaving." Yuan Nanyu turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait..." Yan Sikong opened his mouth to stop him, but immediately regretted it. He couldn't help wanting to ask something, but he felt that he shouldn't ask it.

"What?"

Yan Sikong secretly clenched his fists: "Feng Ye...is he treating you well?"

Yuan Nanyu did not think too much about it: "He regards me as his brother in life and death, and I also swear to follow him all my life."

"...That's great." Yan Sikong lowered his eyelids to hide the emotions in his eyes.

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Until dark, no one came to take Yan Sikong back to his own military tent, but Feng Ye came back.

Yan Sikong looked at him silently, not knowing what he was going to do. Feng Ye was in his prime, and when he was not fighting, he might have nowhere to vent his abundant energy. He was really scared that he could torment him tirelessly all night long.

Feng Ye walked to the wooden frame, spread his arms, and ordered, "Come here and take off my armor."

Yan Sikong came over, first unhooked his sword, then took off his helmet from top to bottom, and then skillfully unhooked his shoulder guard, breastplate, and abdominal armor, and finally squatted down to remove his shin guard. Feng Ye's armor was specially made, weighing 72 kilograms, plus the weapon, it weighed more than 100 kilograms, and the average soldier only weighed half of that.

Yan Sikong hung the armor on the stand.

Feng Ye stretched his limbs and then hugged Yan Sikong from behind.

Yan Sikong's body froze and he dared not move.

Feng Ye whispered in his ear: "I am also tired today, I won't bother you."

"I want my own account back."

"Of course you have to go back. Although I am a rebellious mob, I have strict discipline. There are no women in the army. As the commander-in-chief, I should set an example. It is not decent to put you in the central military tent for my entertainment."

Yan Sikong was immediately enraged. He gritted his teeth and said coldly, "You compare me to a military prostitute?"

Feng Ye sneered: "To me now, you are nothing more than a male favorite. Do you still think you are some kind of imperial concubine or imperial consort when you are in my camp?"

Yan Sikong laughed in anger: "Humiliating me in every way will make you feel good? Feng Ye, you are only humiliating yourself."

Feng Ye laughed quietly: "It doesn't matter. I am no longer the arrogant young master I was back then. I am much more shameless now. To be honest, I should thank you for the humiliation you gave me back then."

Yan Sikong clenched his fists: "If that's the case, why don't you let me go?"

"Stay and serve me dinner." Feng Ye lowered his head and buried his nose in Yan Sikong's neck. He sniffed secretly and then took a bite of the white and slender neck.

Yan Sikong shrank back in pain. Feng Ye chuckled and hugged his thin waist tighter, as if he was teasing some toy. His disrespectful attitude made Yan Sikong feel very sad.

Feng Ye's attendant quickly brought in the dinner, and Feng Ye ordered, "Take Hun'er to eat."

After receiving the order, Feng Hun stood up and followed the servant.

There were only two people left in the tent. Yan Sikong felt that the air had become sticky. He picked up the chopsticks, but the food tasted bland.

Feng Ye put a few slices of meat into his bowl: "Eat more meat, I don't like you being too thin."

Yan Sikong ate a few bites silently, seemingly reluctantly.

"You want me to feed you?" Feng Ye ordered, "Eat it."

Yan Sikong had no choice but to pick up the bowl and eat his meal. He had already had enough thoughts in his mind. Every moment he spent with Feng Ye was nothing but torture. He had once been extremely determined to achieve his goals, but now he would occasionally give up because he couldn't imagine torturing Feng Ye like this.

After finishing the meal, Feng Ye put down his bowl and chopsticks, stared at Yan Sikong to finish the food in the bowl, and then said: "Wait for Qianzhou to reply, you can return to Qianzhou."

Yan Sikong's eyes lit up.

Feng Ye's expression suddenly changed: "Why, you can't wait to leave me?"

Yan Sikong frowned and asked, "Can I stay here forever?"

Feng Ye clenched his fist and said, "I asked you to return to Qianzhou just to persuade them to help me take over Hetao. If you dare to play tricks... don't forget that you still have brothers in my army."

Yan Sikong's eyes widened: "Are you using them to threaten me?"

"Make the best use of things. I learned that from you." Feng Ye didn't take it seriously.

"I've said it before, our purpose is the same. As you said, it's not to help you, but for myself." Yan Sikong said coldly, "If I knew how to escape, I wouldn't have come to you to humiliate myself in the first place."

"You're asking for trouble..." Feng Ye sneered, "Well said, it turns out that you know in your heart that you owe me."

"I have paid back what I owed you." Yan Sikong looked directly into Feng Ye's eyes without fear. "In my heart, we are even now."

"Clear?" Feng Ye's face showed a fierce look, "Don't dream, you will pay it back when I say you will."

Yan Sikong didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he stood up and was about to leave.

Feng Ye grabbed his wrist and said, "Yan Sikong."

Yan Sikong's heart trembled. He really wanted to scold Feng Ye and tell him not to call him Yan Sikong, but he found it difficult to open his mouth.

Feng Ye's grip on Yan Sikong's wrist hurt, but he didn't even notice it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Have you ever thought about me in all these years?"

Yan Sikong took a deep breath, and felt a tingling pain in his heart. His lips trembled for a long while before he whispered, "No."

There is not a day that I don't think about it.

Feng Ye's face showed hidden pain, but he quickly covered it up and let go of her hand: "I knew it...get out."

Yan Sikong quickly left the central military tent.

Feng Ye looked at the table full of leftover soup, was silent for a moment, suddenly kicked over the coffee table, and let out a low growl like a trapped beast.