Kong Er...

The word "Kong'er" pierced through Yan Sikong's chest like a sharp knife, making his eyes blood red.

Ever since they met again, Feng Ye was unwilling to admit that he was Yan Sikong and seldom called him by that name, let alone "Kong'er", which was a nickname only the closest people would call him by. After Yuan Mao's death, Feng Ye was the only person in the world who would call him that, but he thought that this "only" was finally gone.

Now it seems that it is not gone, but Feng Ye is unwilling, disdainful, and unwilling to use it on him...

He stared at the scene in the room with red eyes. Feng Ye tightly hugged his younger brother who looked very much like him, and called him "Kong'er" over and over again without any reservation. He called him with such emotion, calling him by the nickname that he hoped someone would call him again even in his dreams.

Yuan Nanyu sighed softly and patted Feng Ye's back soothingly.

Yan Sikong suddenly had a strange feeling. He felt as if he did not exist. He was not a real person. Perhaps he was just a lonely soul of the real Yan Sikong. He was watching the real Yan Sikong and Feng Ye hugging each other affectionately and drinking wine to express their true feelings. And he, who was he?

He never thought that one day, he would even doubt his own identity. Since everyone close to him told him that he was not Yan Sikong and that he was not worthy of being Yan Sikong, then maybe he really was not Yan Sikong?

There must be more than one person named Yan Sikong in this world. Who is Yan Sikong, and who is he? If he changes his name, he is still him, but he is not Yan Sikong anymore. So it is just a name. Since all the people he cares about do not even acknowledge him as a person, why should he cling to a name? !

The scene inside the house made him realize that he was like an outsider, because Feng Ye already had "Yan Sikong" in his mind.

Yan Sikong staggered back two steps, picked up the wine bottle, and walked away quietly.

He didn't want to guess what happened between Feng Ye and Yuan Nanyu. What did it have to do with him? He just didn't know when the cold wind blew over his face, and he wiped it with his hand, and found half-dried tears.

Yan Sikong gave a cruel smile.

This was good. He had already made up his mind not to have a private relationship with Feng Ye. Feng Ye no longer had to pretend to be affectionate to restrain him, and he no longer had to compromise and consider everything, fearing that he would hurt Feng Ye's heart and owe Feng Ye a debt of gratitude. This was just a conspiracy for both sides to get what they wanted. It was enough for him to get the power he wanted. Apart from that, he had no expectations of Feng Ye.

No more expectations.

Back in the room, Yan Sikong drank alone facing the waning moon, and poured two pots of wine into his stomach without leaving a drop. He had a huge capacity for drinking, so a small amount of wine would not trouble him. However, people get drunk even if wine does not make them drunk. At this moment, he had a reason to get drunk, so he quickly passed out and had no dreams that night.

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When he woke up the next day, Yan Sikong felt that he had slept for more than one night, but for a very long time. His head was groggy and dizzy. Most importantly, as soon as he opened his eyes, Ali hurriedly told him two pieces of news, two big news that made him feel that "everything changed overnight."

One was that Emperor Zhaowu issued an edict to depose Chen Chun from the position of crown prince because of a minor mistake and instead conferred him the title of Prince of Qing; the other was that Chen Yi would accept Feng Ye's invitation and set off for Taiyuan after the spring.

Emperor Zhaowu deposed the crown prince for the second time, and the one he deposed was the most beloved son born to his most beloved concubine. His intention was very obvious. He was showing his loyalty to Chen Yi. Deposing the crown prince was no joke. It was a major event that affected the foundation of the country. Emperor Zhaowu did this, which must have been the result of the court and Chen Yi's secret agreement. Chen Yi also responded and immediately announced that he would come to Taiyuan.

I believe that in a few days, Chen Yi's letter persuading Feng Ye to surrender should arrive. If Emperor Zhaowu promised to pass the throne to Chen Yi, then Chen Yi's reason for rebellion would no longer exist, and then Feng Ye's reason for rebellion would no longer exist. "Logically", Feng Ye should submit to Chen Yi and the court.

But everyone knows that it is not that easy. How can a man with more than 200,000 soldiers under his command just let them go?

Therefore, although the court deposed Chen Chun, it did not immediately appoint Chen Yi as the new emperor. Perhaps the condition for announcing the decree to the world was that Chen Yi could conquer the border areas.

If Chen Yi comes to Taiyuan, he will face off against Feng Ye. Whether it will be peace or war, and how the whole situation will develop, will depend on how they deal with it. No one dares to make a conclusion now.

These two pieces of news immediately sobered up Yan Sikong's hungover brain.

Ali obviously realized the seriousness of the situation. While helping Yan Sikong wash up, he gestured: Will the Wolf King be surrounded by enemies on all sides?

Yan Sikong took the cloth handed to him by Ali, slowly wiped the pale and haggard face in the bronze mirror, and whispered, "Yes."

Ali was so anxious that he uttered a babbling sound in his throat: What should I do?

"The Wolf King has fought from Shu to the Central Plains in recent years, and he is almost invincible and rarely defeated. He has become more and more arrogant and conceited, and he doesn't care about anyone." Yan Sikong stared at himself in the mirror and said, "If not for this, Chen Yi wouldn't be so afraid of him. Chen Yi knows that even if he enters the capital and sits on the throne, he can't become the real master of the world. How dare he plot with him?"

Ali sighed.

Yan Sikong's eyes were empty and his face expressionless, as if the pain and suffering of last night had never happened. "If I were him, I would be humble and humble, first gain Chen Yu's complete trust, and then show my fangs when everything is settled after entering the capital. But the Wolf King can't do that."

Ali lowered his head.

Yan Sikong turned around and looked at Ali steadily, but there was no one in his eyes: "He was born as the prince of Jingyuan, with a noble status. He has never bowed his head to others in his life, and he can't even pretend to be respectful and humble. I thought I could mediate between them, no matter how difficult it was, I might give it a try, but I didn't do it in the end. Ali, I failed again."

Ali looked at Di Yan Sikong sadly, shook his head vigorously and gestured: Young master has done his best.

"What's the point of trying your best? There are so many things in this world where you can't get what you want no matter how hard you try." Yan Sikong smiled sadly, "I've experienced a lot of such things in my life. I've watched my biological parents die of plague, my adoptive father was wrongly killed, my brother was exiled, my mentor died with hatred, and my loyal minister was forced to commit suicide... I tried my best, even at the cost of my life, but it couldn't change anything. I should be used to it..."

Ali's face wrinkled with sadness, and he gestured anxiously, so confused that even Yan Sikong couldn't understand him.

Yan Sikong grabbed Ali's hand, pressed it down, and whispered, "It's okay, Ali, it's okay. I have already seen my fate clearly, and I don't even feel sorry for myself anymore. I have lost too much, and now it seems that I have nothing to lose, so I am not afraid of anything. I will do whatever I want to do." His eyes gradually became deep and sharp, "As long as God doesn't take me away, I will fight until I die, until the end of time, until I can't accept this breath after nine reincarnations, and I will continue to fight."

Ali stared at Yan Sikong in a daze, with awe and pain in his eyes.