After much thought, Yan Sikong and She Jun made a plan together. As time was short, they could only take a risk and give it a try.

Yan Sikong knew in his heart that his hope of escaping was slim, but he had no regrets. If he could get away this time, he swore that he would rescue Yuan Nanyu at the cost of his life. At the same time, he would make all those who hurt Yuan Nanyu pay the price, especially Chen Yi.

Everything Chen Yi did finally exhausted the teacher-student friendship between them. He would let Chen Yi know what the consequences of being an enemy of him, Yan Sikong - to this day, all his enemies, without exception, had lost.

Feng Ye was scheduled to attack the camp tonight, and Yan Sikong was ready. He stayed in the study and wrote a letter to Feng Ye.

There was not a single word about the two of them in the letter. It only warned the emperor not to proclaim himself emperor. After the thirteenth prince ascended the throne, he must not abuse his power, form a faction to attack dissidents, appoint people based on personal connections, or engage in war. He must work with wise and virtuous ministers to assist the young master. He had worked in the Ministry of Personnel and was very familiar with the civil and military officials. He listed more than sixty officers and generals who could be used in one breath, and wrote down their strengths and weaknesses one by one.

He always believed that Feng Ye cared about the country and the people, because Feng Ye was the son of King Jingyuan Feng Jianping, who worked hard for his country and the people. Feng Ye might be unfaithful, but he was undoubtedly a filial son, and would definitely protect the mountains and rivers of China like his father did. This letter was to remind Feng Ye not to lose himself in the temptation of power.

If he could escape from the Forbidden City today, he thought, this would be his final farewell to Feng Ye. This time when he went to find Chen Yi, he had no intention of coming back alive. Not only did he want to send Yuan Nanyu back to Feng Ye, he also wanted to give Feng Ye a big gift - to clear the last obstacle for him to take over the capital.

This war has been fought for so many years and the people have suffered for a long time. It is time to end it. In order to resist foreign aggression, we must first stabilize the country. Their real enemy is outside the Great Wall.

Before stealing the camp, Feng Ye came to see Yan Sikong and said, "Everything has been prepared. Qian Cunxi will lead 5,000 soldiers to steal the camp at night. The weather is dry today, which is conducive to fire attack. If we can defeat King Ning tonight, I will immediately send an envoy to find Chen Yi. I will give him the title of Yunnan in exchange for Quewang."

Yan Sikong was a little surprised: "Are you willing to give Yunnan to him?"

"As a temporary solution, let's rescue Quewang first."

"...Thank you, Wolf King."

Feng Ye said coldly: "Don't worry, if I really catch Chen Yu, I will not only take his ear, but also cut him into pieces!"

Yan Sikong did not comment, but only said: "I wish the Wolf King victory in this battle."

Feng Ye couldn't help but reach out his hand and stroke Yan Sikong's cheek: "If you save Que Wang, don't forget what you promised me."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye steadily.

Feng Ye gritted his teeth and softened his tone: "Let's go back to the past. I can forgive you. I can forgive you for everything. Now that I am in power, I will make you second only to me and above all others. This is what you wanted, isn't it? As long as I have your assistance, I will become a wise ruler. Together, you and I will surely bring back the prosperity of China."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes, his heart was trembling, and he had to suppress it desperately.

Feng Ye said he would "forgive" him. How ironic! Feng Ye actually said he would "forgive" him? Even if he really needed Feng Ye's "forgiveness", Feng Ye had been inconsistent with him many times. He would speak harshly to him today, and the bed curtains would be warm tomorrow. Feng Ye hated him, and because he was obsessed with it, he couldn't let it go, so he tortured him over and over again.

But he no longer cared about it. He had seen through it all. He had become numb and would never be fooled again.

Seeing Yan Sikong's calm expression, Feng Ye felt tormented: "Just say something, don't you believe it? I've already given in, what else do you want from me? Just tell me, if you dare to ask for it, I dare to give it to you."

Yan Sikong raised his head and looked at Feng Ye calmly: "Feng Ye, do you still remember the Lantern Festival that year?"

Feng Ye was stunned. The light in Yan Sikong's eyes was flowing, so beautiful that it made his heart tremble. He had been deeply intoxicated by these eyes and still couldn't extricate himself. He said softly, "Of course I remember."

"You made a wish to the lantern at that time."

Feng Ye thought of the wish he had made at that time, and his nose felt sore and he felt sad.

"May you and I enjoy love and peace every year."

They both said it in unison.

Yan Sikong's eyes suddenly turned red.

Feng Ye's heart ached: "I have never forgotten what happened back then. We have been through so many ups and downs, but we are finally reunited alive. We, we still have a chance to realize this wish."

Yan Sikong smiled faintly: "You were always curious about what wish I made, but no matter how you asked, I refused to tell you."

"Because you said that wishes won't come true if they are spoken out."

Yan Sikong carefully used his eyes to describe every inch of Feng Ye's facial features, as if he wanted to paint it into a picture and keep it in his mind forever: "Now I can say it, because it has been realized."

"Yes...what is it?"

"I made a wish for you to be a conscripted soldier and become a talented and famous general."

Feng Ye couldn't suppress his palpitations and his body began to tremble slightly.

"Today's Wolf King has come true."

Feng Ye couldn't help but take Yan Sikong into his arms and pressed his lips hard against his. He kissed him roughly and passionately, sucking on those soft lips, teasing the tip of his wet tongue, and kissing him hard with a desire to swallow him up.

This time, Yan Sikong did not resist and silently let Feng Ye kiss him until he could hardly breathe.

Feng Ye reluctantly separated and stroked Yan Sikong's hair and cheeks carefully: "Both your and my wishes will come true. This time, I have everything. You have no reason to lie to me and no reason to leave me."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye, just watching quietly.

Feng Ye kissed him hard again: "I'm going to supervise the army now. When I come back to rescue Que Wang, we will do our best to defeat Chen Yu and enjoy the country together."

Yan Sikong nodded.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong for several times before turning around and leaving.

After watching Feng Ye's back disappear, Yan Sikong murmured softly, "Silly boy, your wish won't work if you speak it out loud..."

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Late at night, Yan Sikong changed into his nightgown and got ready. He knocked over the candlestick and flower pot and screamed, "Who is it?"

The guards standing outside the house were startled, and rushed in one after another: "Master Yan, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly, a black object rolled under their feet. The next moment, a light yellow mist quickly spread out, and its pungent sour smell instantly filled the entire room.

"Ahem, it's a scam!" Several people covered their mouths and noses. They couldn't see anything clearly in the dark fog. They relied on their memory to reach out to the bed, trying to find Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong had been waiting at the door since early morning. After they came in, he threw down the aerosol ball, walked out, and locked the door from the outside.

Only after hearing the sound of the door closing did the few people react, but the mist had already penetrated every corner, making them dizzy, their limbs weak, their bodies sinking, and they almost fainted.

Yan Sikong quickly ran across the courtyard, climbed over the high wall, and disappeared into the darkness.

Relying on his memory and She Jun's hint, Yan Sikong found the entrance to the secret passage that was used to send Feng Ye out of the city in the past in a deep alley. It was hidden in a private house.

In order to destroy the bodies, She Jun had already ordered people to seal the house up, and the house was uninhabited and dilapidated.

Pushing open the door that seemed to be about to fall apart at any moment, Yan Sikong saw that the entrance to the secret passage had been reopened.

Back then, it was here that he and Feng Ye broke up, and since then they have been separated. He missed Feng Ye, and Feng Ye hated him, and they could never go back to the past when they loved each other. Six or seven years have passed in a flash, and standing here again, he can still recall the pain and despair they faced each other back then, which really makes him feel deeply moved.

Without any hesitation, Yan Sikong entered the secret passage. She Jun's men had already used lights to find a way for him to ensure air circulation, but the secret passage was filled with flying dust, which was unavoidable and made it difficult for people to breathe. He covered his mouth and nose with a cloth towel and crawled to the end of the secret passage.

When he walked out of the secret passage, an abandoned farmland appeared in front of him. There was no one there, only a bright moon hanging high in the sky, casting a dim light that made it almost impossible to see the road under one's feet.

He didn't dare to stay for long, as this place was still ten miles away from Chen Yi's camp. If Feng Ye discovered that he had escaped and rode after him, he would most likely catch up with him.

He shook off the dust on his body and walked quickly south.

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After walking about halfway, Yan Sikong suddenly felt his feet tremble slightly. He lay on the ground and put his ear to listen, and he really heard the sound of rapid horse hooves.

It must be Feng Ye!

Yan Sikong looked around anxiously. The capital was located in a plain, and here it was flat and there was no shelter at all. He just ran.

After running only two or three miles, the sound of horse hooves was already clearly audible behind him. Yan Sikong felt extremely tired. The speed was getting slower and slower. How could a man possibly outrun a horse?

A cavalry appeared behind him, led by a tall and majestic fiery red horse, which was the rare horse of that year, the Horse King of Tianshan Mountains - Zuihong. The name was given by him, and the one who could ride on it was naturally the arrogant Wolf King.

The cavalrymen formed a circle and trapped Yan Sikong in the center.

Feng Ye looked down at Yan Sikong, his face full of anger and hurt, his bloodshot eyes revealing his crazy emotions. He gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Run, where do you want to run to? Run to Chen Yu's side?"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye: "Did you succeed in stealing the camp?"

"Although we failed to burn their food and straw, we have disrupted their defenses..."

"That means you have failed." Yan Sikong said, "Actually, whether you succeed or not, I will leave. I can't take the risk of causing Quewang's death."

"You bastard!" Feng Ye roared, "Yan Sikong, I have been tolerant and kind to you time and time again, and I have repeatedly tried to treat you well, but you have lied to me and betrayed me time and time again. You really deserve to be chopped into pieces, and your death is not a pity!"

"There is no need for Wolf King to take action." Yan Sikong suddenly pulled out a dagger and put it against his neck. "Wolf King, just say one word, and I will sacrifice my life to relieve the hatred in Wolf King's heart."

"You..." Feng Ye was so angry that his face was full of ferocity, "You die, if you die, I will let She Jun, Ali, and everyone you care about be buried with you!"

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye coldly: "Let me go, I don't want to see you again, I want to save my brother, you have to kill me to stop me."

"Yan Sikong!" Feng Ye felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been pulled out by a hand and then crushed. There was no one else in the world who could hurt him without a knife or a gun. But this person was willing to hurt him.

"I'm not Yan Sikong, you said that yourself." Yan Sikong said, "I mean, it doesn't matter anymore, I just ask you to let me go."

"Don't even think about it." Feng Ye cried out in tears, "I will break your legs, tie up your hands, seal your mouth, and make you unable to live or die!"

Yan Sikong stabbed the dagger lightly into his throat.

Seeing the blood oozing from the snow-white neck, Feng Ye's eyes widened: "How dare you! I shaved She Zhun!"

Yan Sikong pursed his lips tightly, staring at Feng Ye with eyes full of pain.

Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of horse hooves in the distance. It sounded like there were no less than a hundred people, and Feng Ye was obviously in a hurry to chase them, but he only brought a dozen personal guards who rode fast horses.

The attendant shouted in surprise: "Wolf King, it's not good, it's the Chu army!"

"This place is too close to the Chu army camp! Wolf King, retreat quickly."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong and said, "Get on the horse!"

Yan Sikong held up the dagger and said, "I won't go back."

"Don't you care about She Jun's life?"

"You are a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. She Zhun saved you, so you won't kill him." Yan Sikong also looked into the distance anxiously. The flags of the Chu army were already faintly visible in the darkness. "Hurry up and leave. It will be too late if you are late."

"Come back with me!" Feng Ye said in a stern voice, "Yan Sikong, I order you to mount your horse immediately." As he said that, he was about to move forward.

Yan Sikong held the dagger tightly and said, "Don't come over here. If you dare to come over here, I will really pierce through this layer of flesh. You should know that there is nothing in this world that I dare not do."

"You..." Feng Ye'e glared at Yan Sikong fiercely, his eyes flashing with deep hatred.

"Wolf King, let's go quickly, it will be too late if we don't leave now!" the guard shouted.

Everyone tried to persuade him, and they were so anxious that they were about to cry: "The country is in danger, Wolf King!"

Feng Ye didn't even look at the approaching Chu army, but stared straight at Yan Sikong. Suddenly, two lines of hot tears rolled down his eyes.

Yan Sikong was stunned.

Feng Ye trembled and said, "Yan Sikong, I hate you. I hate you so much."

Yan Sikong felt a sharp pain in his chest. He choked and said, "Feng Ye, I don't hate you. I have a letter for you in my room. I hope you can inherit King Jingyuan's legacy and protect our great country."

"Wolf King, hurry up!"

The Chu army was already vaguely visible. Feng Ye endured the great pain, turned his horse around, and ran back.

Yan Sikong put down the dagger and looked at Feng Ye's back. His vision suddenly blurred. He suddenly shouted: "Bring peace to the country, support the country, drive out the barbarians, pacify the world, establish unprecedented achievements, and leave a name for eternity!"

Feng Ye was struck by lightning. He turned around abruptly and looked at Yan Sikong who was gradually being swallowed by the darkness. He was so heartbroken that he almost fell off his horse.

That was, that was the promise they made to each other twenty years ago.

Feng Ye wanted to turn his horse around, but he watched helplessly as Yan Sikong was surrounded and overwhelmed by the Chu army. The army was still chasing them. The sound of arrows pierced the air in the darkness. He closed his eyes in despair and galloped away on his horse.

Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye disappear into the darkness with dismay, feeling heartbroken.

Feng Ye, I will fulfill my childhood promise and help you get what you want, but I never want to see you again in this life.

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Ah~ I’ll open the last volume tomorrow!

The Tenth Volume Has an End and a Beginning