Yuan Nanyu strode through the corridor and headed towards the inner courtyard of the palace. The butler followed closely beside him. He wanted to stop Yuan Nanyu several times, but he didn't dare to. He said awkwardly: "General Que, General Que, please stay, the Wolf King said..."

"Why didn't the Wolf King attend the morning court today?" Yuan Nanyu kept his eyes fixed on the subject and his feet kept moving.

"The Wolf King was not feeling well today, so he did not attend the morning court and did not want to see anyone."

"I have important military intelligence to report." Yuan Nanyu felt that he was blocking his way, so he held the hilt of the sword with one hand and glared at him.

The butler's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he had no choice but to take a few steps back.

Yuan Nanyu continued walking forward, his face cold: "I know the Wolf King doesn't want to see me, but the military situation is urgent and I must report it in person." He had already walked to Feng Ye's house, paused for a moment, then strode over and pushed open the door without hesitation.

"Oh, General..." The butler was unable to stop him and could only stand outside the door, not daring to go in.

"Wolf King!" Yuan Nanyu walked straight in. A strong smell of alcohol came up from his nose, mixed in the gloomy air. The smell almost pushed him out of the door. He wrinkled his nose, put on a sullen face, and walked into the bedroom. He saw a tall man lying on the couch with his long hair spread on the head of the bed. The wine pot was smashed to the ground, and even the curtains were torn halfway down. The whole place was in a mess.

Feng Hun was lying on the side, silently looking at the person on the bed. When he saw Yuan Nanyu, he let out a soft "whoosh".

Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath, slowed down his pace, and walked over slowly.

Feng Ye's hair was disheveled, his clothes were untidy, his bed was wrinkled into a pile of rags, and there was wine everywhere. His eyes were tightly closed, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his thin lips were slightly moving. It was unknown what he was saying, and he seemed to be restless in his sleep. In the dim light, you could vaguely see that there was a purple patch under his eyes, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his face was covered with stubble. He looked very haggard.

Yuan Nanyu had just stood still when Feng Ye suddenly opened his eyes and pulled out one hand from under the quilt. A silver light flashed, and in a moment, the sharp sword was in front of Yuan Nanyu.

Yuan Nanyu did not dodge or evade, but looked at Feng Ye quietly.

Feng Ye squinted his sleepy eyes and looked at the person in front of him with difficulty. Looking at that face, his eyes were mixed with confusion and panic. It can be said that he had a mixed feeling. Finally, he lowered his hand, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Yuan Nanyu felt extremely uncomfortable. He whispered, "Feng Ye, do you dare to look at yourself now?"

"What are you here for?" Feng Ye closed his eyes again and spoke in a hoarse voice.

Yuan Nan said coldly: "I am your vanguard general, I am here to report the military situation to you."

"If there is no news about him, then... there is no need to come." Feng Ye struggled to get up from the bed. His once strong and healthy body had now become much thinner, and the two long arms supporting his body were shaking. Such a simple movement seemed to exhaust most of his strength. Anyone who saw him would not believe that this was the wolf king who was once full of vigor and looked down upon the world.

Yuan Nanyu pursed his lips, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes: "I have never given up looking for him, but so much time has passed, and there is still no news. Maybe..."

"No, maybe." Feng Yeling leaned against the wall. His face was ashen, his eyes were lifeless, and his lips were pale. "...I must find him."

Yuan Nanyu clenched his fists: "You are the Wolf King, and now you don't even dare to look at my face?"

Feng Ye kept looking away and stammered, "You don't look alike, not at all..."

"If you don't look like me, why don't you dare to look at me and refuse to see me?"

"Because I don't dare." Feng Ye's voice was as soft as a mosquito's. "You're right, I don't dare." He covered his face with one hand, and only the slightly twitching corners of his lips seemed to reveal his unspeakable pain and despair.

How ironic it was! The person he missed day and night and who drove him almost crazy, he couldn't find her no matter how hard he tried, but this face that was 80% similar to her could easily appear in front of him, so he didn't want to see it, and didn't dare to see it. This face would remind him again and again that he was living in a world without Yan Sikong.

For the past six months, every day, every night, every hour, every moment, he has been tortured by endless regret and longing. He is looking forward to news of Yan Sikong. As long as he can find any evidence that Yan Sikong is alive, even a little bit, it will be enough to support him to continue to get through the long and heart-wrenching night.

But no, nothing, Yan Sikong disappeared, even if she didn't disappear in the fire, she disappeared in his life. He firmly told everyone that Yan Sikong was still alive, definitely alive, as if as long as he said it more, it would come true. But day after day, his fear only got worse, and he didn't know how long he could hold on.

He was willing to go anywhere to look for Yan Sikong, including hell, mountains of swords, seas of fire, and nothing could stop him, but where was his Kong?

"Feng Ye, you are the regent of Da Sheng. No matter how sad you are, you can't hide here and drink away your sorrow." Yuan Nanyu was heartbroken and trembling, "You haven't attended the morning court for two days. Do you know..."

"Lantern Festival." Feng Ye said in a low voice.

"…What?"

"Last night was the Lantern Festival. The capital must have been very lively." Feng Ye's body trembled slightly. The severe pain in his heart came again. The passionate love in the past kept appearing in front of his eyes, cutting his heart one by one. He whispered, "I made a wish that we would be together... for the rest of our lives... But where is he now? Where is my Kong'er?"

Yuan Nanyu's eyes became hot and he had to bite his lips tightly to prevent himself from crying.

Feng Ye's hand groped on the bed and found a half-empty jug of wine at the bedside. He raised it up and was about to drink.

Yuan Nanyu rushed forward, snatched the wine bottle, threw it hard on the ground, and growled, "Enough! I don't want to see you like this even if my second brother comes back!"

Feng Ye smiled a smile that was sadder than crying: "As long as he can come back, I will let him see the appearance he wants to see, any... appearance."

"My second brother wouldn't want you to be so depressed. He helped you enter the capital and wipe out the enemies so that you can govern the country well and save the country!"

"Governing the country?" Feng Ye said calmly, "They are against me everywhere, how can I govern the country?"

"You have to bear the responsibility for your position." Yuan Nanyu held Feng Ye's shoulders and shook him vigorously. "You can't go on like this. I just got a report that the Jin soldiers are attacking Liaodong!"

Feng Ye blinked, a little confused for a moment: "Liaodong..."

"General Zhao died of illness in the camp after leading the army back to Beijing. Now Liaodong's defense is weak. It's only a matter of time before Zhuoletai takes advantage of the situation and breaks in. But in the past, he would wait for the Huang River to freeze over. This year, he can't wait any longer. The Jin soldiers have already crossed the river!" Yuan Nanyu emphasized, "Looking around the world, you are the only one who can save Liaodong."

Feng Ye finally came to his senses. He shook his head vigorously and wiped his face: "How many troops are there in Liaodong now?"

"Less than 40,000, most of them are in Guangning."

"Guangning." Muttering these two words that were far away but would be engraved in his mind for the rest of his life, Feng Ye's heart ached violently again. He and Yan Sikong were connected by Guangning, but Yan Sikong's life was also ruined by Guangning. Twenty years ago, Yuan Mao led the soldiers and civilians of Guangning to resist the invasion of Zhuoletai's 100,000-strong army. This was a defensive battle against a large enemy that was destined to go down in history. Twenty years later, gunpowder smoke rose again under the city of Guangning.

Today, Guangning has become a solid fortress after years of reinforcement and reconstruction. However, Zhuoletai is coming in a powerful force with more troops than before. Without Zhao Fujii, how long can Liaoning, which has been tortured for decades and is on the verge of death, hold out?

Yuan Nanyu bowed and said: "I beg the Wolf King to send troops to rescue Liaodong. Liaodong is my hometown, and I am willing to lead the troops!"

Feng Ye was silent for a moment: "Chen Yi and other nobles are eyeing the capital covetously. If we send troops to rescue Liaodong now, I'm afraid..."

"I only want... 20,000 soldiers and horses."

"What use can a mere 20,000 soldiers and horses be? Are they just sending themselves to die?" Feng Yejian frowned deeply, obviously very hesitant.

"Are you going to let Liaodong fend for itself?" Yuan Nanyu raised his voice, "and hand over our northern border gate to the barbarians?"

"When lips are gone, teeth grow cold. How could I not know that?" Feng Ye pressed his swollen brows hard, "Let me think about it."

"Wolf King..."

"Is there any movement from Chen Mei?"

When he heard the name "Chen Yu", Yuan Nanyu's face changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal. He said seriously: "He sent envoys to lobby the various vassal kings, but the military force is still not enough to compete with me."

"If I send troops to Liaodong, he will not miss this opportunity." Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, "There are strong enemies both inside and outside. It will be very disadvantageous for our army to take care of two fronts at the same time."

Yuan Nanyu looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

How could he not understand Feng Ye's concerns, but Liaoning was his hometown and the barrier to the northern border of the Central Plains. For both personal and public reasons, Liaoning could not fall into the hands of foreign races.

"Ask Zhu Lanting to come see me," Feng Ye said, "He may be able to convince those old officials to transfer troops from the local areas."

"Yes." Yuan Nan looked at Feng Ye hesitantly.

Feng Ye said calmly: "Go ahead."

"Wolf King, you can't show up in this state."

Feng Ye stared blankly ahead for a long time before he hummed softly and said, "Quewang, you have to continue looking for him, even if it means searching for him in a farther place, even if it means turning the whole world upside down."