"Why is it you?!" Feng Ye hadn't recovered from the shock yet. Looking at Yan Sikong's weak appearance, his heart was in a knot.

Yan Sikong pulled the corner of his lips slightly and said vaguely: "I'm sorry... to disappoint the Wolf King."

Feng Ye leaned over again, stretched out his shaking hand, but didn't dare to touch the person in front of him, for fear that this would be like the countless dreams, and he would wake up if he moved. His hand froze in mid-air, and he said hoarsely: "...Who did it?"

Yan Sikong forced himself to open his eyelids: "Forgotten, it's still in their hands."

"Why is this happening? Why are you being tortured, why are you here, while Oblivion is at peace?"

"I switched identities with Que Wang and wanted to help him escape, but Shen Hexuan... disrupted my plan."

"Shen Hexuan." Feng Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Did he torture you?"

"He's dead." Yan Sikong closed his eyes, "I killed him with my own hands."

Feng Ye dropped his hands and pounded them heavily on the bed, his eyes reddened: "Is this what you want? To escape from me regardless of everything, and then make yourself look like this, and come back half dead?!"

"I don't want to come back." Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, his eyes devoid of emotion, "I just want to save my brother."

"You. Don't. Want. To. Come. Back." Feng Ye uttered word by word, "You want to stay with Chen Yi, you want to help Chen Yi deal with me." His chest was heaving violently. He had never felt that breathing was such a difficult thing, but now, between the inhalation and exhalation, there was pain that could not be ignored.

Yan Sikong smiled tiredly and turned away: "Whatever you said, that's it. Between you and me, a word is superfluous."

Feng Ye pinched his jaw and forced him to face him. The high heat from his skin made him feel reluctant, but Yan Sikong's indifferent expression made his blood boil. He blurted out: "Are you trying to force me to kill you?"

Feng Ye's hand was cool and comfortable, Yan Sikong thought. This hand had once given him warm comfort, but it had also once pushed him into a cold abyss. Now that they were touching again, there was no longer any spiritual bond between them. He said softly, "Then do it."

Feng Ye's thin lips twitched and his expression was a little distorted. He couldn't look at the injuries on Yan Sikong's body. He couldn't accept that this pale, haggard and dull person was the person in his memory. He didn't even dare to use force, for fear of breaking this frail body.

But why, even at this point, this mouth still refuses to give in!

Feng Ye let go of his hand, but he kept his fingertips on Yan Sikong's cheek, even if he could only absorb a trace of this person's warmth. He was silent for a moment and whispered, "How is Quewang? Is he safe?"

"For now." Yan Sikong said hoarsely, "He pretended to be me, but I don't know when he will be...exposed...ahem..."

Feng Ye's eyes flashed with panic: "No need to say anything, you should recover first... Listen to me, you are not allowed to die, you must bring Quewang back to me intact."

Yan Sikong's consciousness had become increasingly blurred. He wanted to tell Feng Ye about his plan, but he even lost the strength to move his lips. He just looked at Feng Ye, quietly, without revealing any thoughts. After all, he was just looking, so he didn't lose anything.

Then he allowed himself to fall into a sleep.

Feng Ye sat aside, staring at Yan Sikong stiffly, without moving for a long time.

He has lost a lot of weight, his cheeks are sunken, and his face is so pale that there is not even a trace of blood. He must have suffered a lot in these days.

Feng Ye hesitated and stretched out his hand again, placing his palm gently on Yan Sikong's forehead, fresh and hot.

Feng Ye's eyes became hot and he lowered his head weakly. He stroked his thin cheek gently and a strange thought suddenly came to his mind. If Yan Sikong just slept peacefully like this, maybe it would be good. In that way, he would never leave.

He just sat beside Yan Sikong, accompanying the sleeping person from dawn to dusk.

——

Yan Sikong had not slept so deeply and peacefully for a long time. His body and mind, which had suffered so much torture, seemed to have suddenly fallen into a soft fairy cloud, and he was unwilling to wake up.

But the sound coming from his ears became clearer and clearer, forcing him to open his sleepy eyes.

The people surrounding him were all doctors, and he could feel that the mask had returned to his face.

Someone was cleaning his wounds, and someone was washing his hair and wiping his body with warm water.

Feng Ye sat in the corner of the military tent, watching quietly.

"General, you are awake." The man who served him said in surprise, "Wolf King, the general is awake."

Feng Ye stood up suddenly and strode over. He took the water from the servant's hand, dipped his fingertips in it, and gently wiped it on Yan Sikong's lips.

After the doctor treated the wound, he went to the side to boil some medicine and said, "Wolf King, you should let the general eat something first, and then take the medicine after half an hour. The general will be strong and will get better."

"Okay, bring the food over, and then you all go down."

Yan Sikong regained a little strength and his body was numb from lying down, so he wanted to sit up. Seeing this, Feng Ye helped him to stand up gently and leaned his back against the pillow.

The doctor and the attendants all went down.

Yan Sikong opened his mouth and said, "Water." His throat was dry and sore, and the sounds he made were not like those of a human.

Feng Ye took off his mask and put the cup to his lips: "Drink carefully."

Yan Sikong, however, gulped down the water, but he used too much force and accidentally pulled the wound. He groaned in pain, swallowed the water, and started coughing violently, and then all the whip wounds began to hurt.

Feng Ye frowned, put the cup aside, and said in a reproachful tone: "I told you to be careful."

After finally stopping his cough, Yan Sikong took a long breath, leaned half of his body back, and gasped for breath.

Feng Ye took a bowl of porridge and said, "Eat the meal."

Yan Sikong stretched out his hand, but Feng Ye dodged it: "I'll feed you."

"No need." Yan Sikong didn't raise his eyes, took the bowl and spoon from Feng Ye's hand, and started eating slowly.

Feng Ye pursed his lips and looked at Yan Sikong without blinking.

Yan Sikong finished a bowl of porridge and felt that he had recovered a little. He finally had the strength to meet Feng Ye's gaze and said calmly, "Let's not talk about other things. Now we have to find a way to rescue Que Wang."

Feng Ye said nothing, his expression frozen in time.

Yan Sikong was about to open his mouth again, but Feng Ye suddenly said, "Has Chen Yu ever touched you?"

Yan Sikong was stunned.

"You were the one who took the initiative to go to him, right? Does he still rely on you so much? What benefits did he promise you, and what did you promise him?" The more Feng Ye spoke, the deeper his voice became, and the sharper his eyes became.

"You are simply..."

"Did he touch you?" Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with wolf-like eyes. "Did you use yourself to exchange power with Chen Yi like you did with me?"

Yan Sikong felt as if his heart was suffocating. He squeezed out two words from between his teeth: "No, yes."

Feng Ye's tense shoulders relaxed imperceptibly.

Yan Sikong suppressed the humiliation and hatred: "Feng Ye, I don't care how unbearable I am in your heart. I only care about Que Wang's safety now. Do you want to save him?!"

"It's not easy to talk about it." Feng Ye said coldly, "Fengxiang has been occupied by the Chu army, and the rear army is ambushing on the way to Taiyuan."

"You've already discovered the ambush." ​​Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes. "You should have known there was a trap here. Are you prepared?"

"Of course."

"If you rescue Quewang, how do you plan to break out?"

Feng Ye snorted: "Do you think I will tell you? Who knows whether you and Chen Yu have conspired to inflict harm on me?"

Yan Sikong's face darkened: "That's true, but if it's for deception, I will never put myself in front of you."

"It's not you I want, but Que Wang." Feng Ye said coldly, "You've done so many things in front of me that I should have killed you thousands of times. The only reason you're still here is because I want you to stay alive to save Que Wang."

Yan Sikong felt uncomfortable in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Since our goal is to save him, don't say any more nonsense. If you don't believe me, just kill me. If you believe me, Quewang may still be able to escape unscathed."

"say."

"You have to tell me what your plan is, how many troops you have deployed, and whether you can come to rescue us in time." Yan Sikong said, "Que Wang is pretending to be me now. If he can escape by himself, that would be the best. But if it drags on like this, I'm afraid he will be exposed soon. Once he is exposed, the only way is to use me to replace him."

Feng Ye's face showed anger: "Do you think this is an inn where you can come and go as you please? Whether it's Quewang or you, I won't give in to Chen Yi."

"Chen Yi will not kill me, but he may kill Que Wang. In my heart, nothing is more important than his safety right now, but I want to make sure that after rescuing him, you have a way to break out."

Feng Ye snorted coldly: "Chen Yu will soon be unable to take care of himself and will not have the energy to surround me."

"What did you do?"

"I told you, I won't tell you." Feng Ye said disdainfully, "Do you think I can't guess what Chen Yu is planning? Do you think I will let my emotions get the better of me and put Taiyuan in danger? I really want to save Que Wang, but I won't take the risk of losing everything for anyone."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "Could it be that you came to Fengxiang on purpose to be bait?"

Feng Ye mocked, "Just guess it yourself, don't even think about getting anything out of me."

Yan Sikong was slightly angry, but he could do nothing about it: "Well, since you are so confident, I will assume that after rescuing Que Wang, you can take him away. Take me in exchange. Chen Yi will definitely return the person you want to you."

"Stop thinking about it." Feng Ye suddenly took out something and waved it in front of Yan Sikong.

That was the military token that Yan Sikong snatched from Shen Hexuan.

"You said you killed Shen Hexuan." Feng Ye said, "After seeing this, I believe it a little, but I don't know if this is another evil plot of yours."

"The troops of Fengxiang are at my disposal. I and the military token are indispensable." Yan Sikong said calmly, "Feng Ye, I have suffered a lot here with you. Do you think I will come here unprepared? I tell you, if there is no news from me within three days, the Fengxiang garrison commander will send troops. By then, not only will you lose the chance to save Que Wang, but even your life will be in danger."

"Have you suffered enough?" Feng Ye's eyes were vicious. "Even when I hated you the most, I never really hurt you. You went to find Chen Yi, but came back with serious injuries. How is Chen Yi better than me? All your sufferings are caused by yourself!"

Yan Sikong nodded: "Okay, I asked for it. I've already said that one more word between you and me is superfluous. Stop talking nonsense and take me to get Quewang back."

"Quewang, I will definitely rescue you, but you, don't even think about going anywhere." Feng Ye threw the military token to Yan Sikong, "I want Feng Xiang's troops."

Yan Sikong said in a stern voice: "If you don't care about Quewang's life or death, you can do whatever you want!"

"I care about his life or death, so I won't listen to your one-sided words." Feng Ye sneered, "I want to thank you and Chen Yi for sending me 20,000 soldiers for nothing. I don't have to exchange anyone for Que Wang, and Chen Yi definitely won't dare to kill him."

"What do you want to do?"

Feng Ye approached Yan Sikong, his deep eyes hiding a myriad of thoughts: "Chen Yi thinks he can defeat me just by taking over a few of my cities and capturing a few of my people. I want you to watch me defeat him."

Yan Sikong felt his heart pounding.

"If you don't come back, I will snatch you back sooner or later." Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, "I will let you know that no matter how big the world is, you have nowhere else to go and can only stay with me."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and looked at him fearlessly: "I will not give you the Fengxiang troops. If you really want them, then go knock on the city gate with my head and the military token."

Feng Yejian frowned slightly: "Where do you have the courage to say no?"

Yan Sikong sneered: "I'm not afraid of death, what can you do to me?"

Feng Ye glared at him fiercely: "Well, if you don't give it to me, I can still take it from you."

"You may as well dispatch a large army to attack the city. Not only will it cause more casualties, but it will also miss the opportunity to rescue Quewang." Yan Sikong said sternly, "You will regret it!"

"I don't need to dispatch a large army. A small city like Fengxiang only has 20,000 soldiers. Haha."

"Your army..." Yan Sikong was suddenly stunned, "Where is your army?"

Feng Ye just smiled and said nothing.

Yan Sikong trembled violently, and a light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, and he suddenly grasped something.

Are all of Fengye's more than 200,000 troops waiting in Taiyuan to welcome the troops of Chen Yi, the imperial court, and King Han?

No, why did he leave the army behind and come to the enemy with only 30,000 soldiers and horses, putting himself in a trap? He used himself as bait, but what fish was he catching?

Yan Sikong trembled and asked, "Feng Ye, did your army... go to the capital?"