Feng Ye sent out several groups of troops to look for clues about the fire in the granary that night. All captured Chu soldiers were strictly interrogated, and nearby towns and villages were also visited one by one by people sent by Yuan Nanyu, almost digging deep into the ground to look for people.

Feng Changyue strongly disagreed, but he could do nothing. He wanted to persuade Feng Ye to give up. In his opinion, Yan Sikong was already dead, but Feng Ye refused to accept it. Now Feng Ye was in power and no one could stop him.

Chen Yi and Prince Ning fled back to Taiyuan and stayed in the city. Yan Sikong burned Chen Yi's 40,000 shi of grain and grass, which severely damaged his vitality. It would be difficult for him to recover in a short time.

Fengye seems to be in control of the world, but in fact, internal and external troubles are far from over.

At present, there is still a group of loyal soldiers who have not retreated, and that is the one Zhao Fuyi brought back from Liaodong. After Zhao Fuyi took over Liaodong, although Zhuoletai could not cross the line, he still watched covetously across the Huangshui River, and the crisis was never resolved. At that time, the Feng family army had 300,000 troops pressing on the city. Emperor Zhaowu ordered Zhao Fuyi to return to the court to rescue the emperor, but Zhao Fuyi refused. The court issued three imperial edicts in a row. He had no choice but to return to Beijing, but he fell ill on the way.

Feng Ye had sent someone to deliver a letter to negotiate peace, but Zhao Fuyi ignored it. Feng Ye respected Zhao Fuyi and did not attack forcefully.

However, after Zhao Fuyi left Liaoning, Zhuoletai had nothing to worry about. The iron hooves of the Jin people could attack at any time, which would be like a knife hanging around his neck.

There was unrest in the temple.

After Emperor Zhaowu was forced to abdicate, Feng Ye placed his 15-month-old 13th prince on the throne. The Chen family princes were filled with hatred. Although Chen Yi had just been defeated, their determination to destroy Feng Ye grew even stronger. They were hiding their talents and planning to make a comeback.

Feng Ye manipulated the infant emperor to usurp power and govern the country. The young ruler was in doubt and was opposed and resisted by court ministers and knowledgeable people in the world. Since Yan Sikong "disappeared", Feng Ye became even more cruel and brutal. In order to consolidate the situation, he promoted and dismissed court officials and restless literati, and had the power to decide life and death. Everyone in the court was in danger and was in a state of panic.

During this time when the country was besieged by internal and external difficulties and in a difficult situation, Feng Ye had to stabilize the political situation, consolidate his power, and guard against enemies, while looking for Yan Sikong with a glimmer of hope. Every day he woke up in emptiness and confusion and fell asleep in excruciating pain. Hope and despair tortured him over and over again. There was no other torment in the world that could compare to the deep-rooted regret and longing.

But he must firmly believe that Yan Sikong is alive, and he must keep looking for him. That is the only force that keeps him from falling.

——

After learning of Yan Sikong's "death news", She Jun, despite his unhealed injuries, ran to Feng Ye and pointed at his nose and cursed him.

The guards drew their swords and said, "How dare you to be disrespectful to the Wolf King!"

Feng Ye stopped the guards and looked at She Jun coldly: "Yan Sikong is not dead. If you hadn't been recovering in bed, I would have first suspected that you had hidden him."

"He's not dead, where's that guy?"

"He...he escaped." Feng Ye said harshly, "The last person who saw him said that he walked into the fire by himself, but the body did not die from the fire, it was killed, so it must not be him, it must not be him, it must be..." He said it over and over again, as if if he said it a few more times, everything would come true.

She Jun said in a stern voice: "He promised me that he would come back alive, but now he is missing. He burned Chen Wu's granary for you. He committed suicide so that you would not be threatened by Chen Wu. It was all for you!"

Feng Ye was speechless. He had lost a lot of weight and looked like a completely different person. He could not find the high-spirited and arrogant man he once was. He was in great pain but had no way to vent his anger because he could not blame anyone else. As Que Wang said, the person he should blame the most was himself.

"It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, how could his life be so bumpy?" She Zhun was in great grief and gnashed his teeth at Feng Ye. He just wanted to pour out all the debts this man owed to Yan Sikong. "He values ​​revenge more than his own life, but for you, he would rather spend ten years planning and risk going to jail. If it weren't for you, why would he betray his master and be cursed by the world? If it weren't for you, why would he be so lonely and miserable with his own... Colleagues and students turned against each other. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have to take this most difficult path, just to let you dominate! The only reward he wants is to govern the country under your protection. Isn't this what he deserves? He, Yan Sikong, has never lived for himself in his life. Even if he is really insidious and cunning, he has betrayed so many people but never betrayed you, Feng Ye. You are the least qualified person in the world to blame him!"

Feng Ye clenched his fists, feeling as if his heart was burning. When the truth that was obscured by his arrogance and resentment was revealed bit by bit, he found that he had kept a person in his heart for ten years, but never really understood her. He thought that his deep love for Yan Sikong was not rewarded, but regarded everything Yan Sikong did for him as having ulterior motives.

How could he be so stupid!

She Jun was so angry that he was shaking all over: "Whatever he did, he was thinking about whether it would hurt you. What have you done for him? You just said a few irrelevant love words to him when you were young and frivolous. What have you really done for him that is worth him spending his whole life to repay? It's not that he can't escape, he just doesn't want to live. He helped you until the end, but you want to erase his identity and your past!" She Jun hated him so much that he wanted to kill Feng Ye on the spot.

"...I am sorry for him." Feng Ye said hoarsely, "I... blamed him wrongly. But he is not dead. That... that charred corpse is not him. I have sent people to look for him. I will definitely find him."

"If you want to find him, then go die." She Jun held back tears, glared at Feng Ye viciously, and turned away.

After a long while, Feng Ye finally came to his senses from the suffocating pain. He whispered, "Send someone to follow him."

She Zhun left the capital with his men, despite his injuries. Feng Ye sent experts to follow him, but She Zhun's whereabouts were unpredictable. He was famous in the martial arts world for his mystery and omnipresence. How could anyone follow him? Not long after, She Zhun disappeared completely.

Feng Ye lost the last clue to find Yan Sikong.

——

Half a year later

Zuojia Village, Liangshui County, Bazhou

A man who is much taller and stronger than an ordinary man is working in the fields with his bare chest. It is the autumn harvest season, and the wheat in the fields is ripe. The wheat of each year is closely attached to the wheat of the previous year, intertwined closely together, and spread out in the breeze, forming an endless golden expanse, which is very pleasing to the eye.

He worked for a long time and felt a little tired, so he stood up and wiped the sweat off his face with a towel.

A slim woman holding a winnowing basket in her hand walked through the wheat field and came straight towards him. Upon closer inspection, he saw that her belly was bulging, indicating that she was pregnant.

"Dumb brother." The young woman walked up to him, took out dry grain and tea from the dustpan, and said angrily, "It's so hot, you should take a rest. Who forced you to do this?"

Ali lowered his head and looked at Yingmei's delicate and pure face. He couldn't help but smile. Such a simple and happy smile made his ugly face seem less scary.

The two of them sat in the wheat field to rest. Ali touched Yingmei's belly from time to time with his hand, his face full of joy.

Yingmei wiped the sweat off his face and the large burn scar on his arm: "It's so hot in this autumn, autumn, is your wound itchy?"

Ali shook his head and gestured with his hands.

"Don't worry, I came out only after I prepared food for you." Yingmei complained, "We don't lack money, why do you like to work so hard all day? It's too hot today, come back with me."

Ali blinked and gestured: When you married me, you said it didn’t matter if a man was ugly, as long as he was capable.

Yingmei chuckled: "You listen to me so much, so now I want you to take a rest today, do you want to listen?"

Ali nodded blankly.

"Then let's go." Yingmei stood up and pulled Ali up with all her strength, "Let's go back and listen to the story the young master tells."

The young couple went home hand in hand, one carrying a hoe and the other holding a winnowing basket.

Zuojia Village is a very remote mountain village. It takes two days and one night to go to Liangshui County by ox cart. There is little contact between this place and the outside world. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and their customs are simple.

At first, She Jun settled Ali here. Ali looked scary, but he was honest and hardworking. He often helped the villagers and was quickly accepted.

When they got home, Yingmei asked loudly, "Sir, we are back. Have you eaten yet?"

A steady and magnetic voice came from inside the house: "Eat now. You are pregnant, so don't run around."

"It's no problem. I've been running in these mountains since I was a child. I'm pretty tough." Yingmei giggled, "I brought my dumb brother back. He still wants to work in such a hot day. Is he stupid?" She punched Ali.

Ali smiled naively and took out a porcelain bottle from the cabinet. It was obvious that the bottle came from a fine porcelain kiln. It didn't seem like something that would appear in this simple farmhouse. It was a golden medicine mixed with South China Sea mother-of-pearl and Tianshan Ganoderma lucidum. It was extremely precious. The medicine was specially prepared in the medicine valley and was specifically used to treat burns. Ordinary people couldn't buy it even if they wanted to.

Ali took the medicine and went into the house.

A tall man in a plain blue shirt was lying on a bamboo chair reading a book. He held the scroll in one hand and slowly waved a fan with the other. The bamboo chair swayed gently, and he looked leisurely.

Hearing Ali coming into the room, he put down the book in his hand, revealing a handsome, elegant and beautiful face. His black hair was casually tied into a bun. His face was peaceful and tranquil, like a banished immortal who was untainted by the mundane world. Who would have thought that he was the legendary treacherous Yan Sikong who had caused chaos in the world and caused turmoil all over the world.

"Why, you need to apply medicine again." Yan Sikong was a little helpless, "It's been too hot recently, this stuff is sticky and really uncomfortable."

Ali nodded and gestured.

"I know, I know. Come on." Yan Sikong took off his clothes and lifted up his loose hair. Half of his back, right upper arm and left leg were wrapped in white cloth.

Ali untied the white cloth, gradually revealing the hideous burn scar underneath. After the wound healed, the medicine had to be changed every three days. He had to wrap the white cloth around the scar day and night to press it tightly, otherwise the skin and flesh would grow thicker and thicker. He himself also had burns on his body, but he didn't care how ugly his scars were. However, he forced Yan Sikong to wrap them around his body.

After Ali wiped it clean with a damp cloth, he began to apply medicine. Yan Sikong's face remained calm. The burned area was much more numb than the intact skin and flesh. Now, even if he was cut a few times, he probably wouldn't feel any pain, but at that time he was in so much pain that he wanted to hit his head against the wall and die. If he had really been burned to death, it would have been all over. But if he survived, he would have to suffer the pain of living.

After applying the medicine, Ali wrapped Yan Sikong with white cloth again. After they finished the work, they were both sweating.

Yan Sikong said, "If you ask me, there's no need to apply medicine anymore, and there's no need to bother with these things anymore. Just cover it with clothes and no one will notice. It's not a big deal."

Ali shook his head vigorously and gestured: Go and talk to Master She.

Yan Sikong curled his lips helplessly: "Counting the days, the news about She Jun should be delivered by now."

Ali said he would go to the agreed location to pick it up in the afternoon.

Yan Sikong sighed softly, lay back in the recliner, rocking slowly, staring out the window in a daze, and fell silent again.

Since that day when the Chu army set fire to the grain camp, the time had passed in the blink of an eye from early summer to late autumn.

He thought he was doomed, but when he opened his eyes, he was still alive.

After She Jun settled Ali, Ali couldn't bear to leave him alone, so he ran away and hid in the mountains, waiting for an opportunity to find him. Just when the Chu camp was in chaos, Ali sneaked in and rescued him when he was dying.

Later, She Jun found Ali and also found him.

He was burned in many places, and Ali was also injured, but he still survived. Maybe Yan Sikong was just born with a tough fate, so tough that he only killed the people around him, but he couldn't die even if he wanted to. This is what is called a star born with bad luck.

It's like he died once and was reborn now. Since God gave him another life, it must be because he hasn't tortured him enough and wants him to complete the unfinished business.