Yan Sikong rushed out and saw Yuan Nanyu and others waiting in the courtyard.

Not far from each other, the two brothers looked at each other sadly. In one glance, it seemed as if time and space had gone back twenty years, and those old memories that had been buried by the wind and snow in Liaodong revealed their true colors.

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu shouted in a trembling voice.

Yan Sikong looked at Yuan Nanyu's face that looked so similar to his own. Finally, he didn't have to see the heavy mask on this face. Finally, he didn't have to see strangeness and hesitation on this face.

"Second brother." Yuan Nanyu called out again. This time, the word "Second brother" expressed all his sadness and guilt. His eyes turned red and he strode over.

Yan Sikong also took a few steps forward: "Yu'er!"

The two brothers hugged each other tightly, and were overcome with grief and almost cried.

"Brother, I'm sorry." Yuan Nanyu choked up and said, "I actually left you alone in the enemy camp. I actually... I actually forgot about you."

"I don't blame you. Second brother never blames you." Yan Sikong hugged Yuan Nanyu's shoulders tightly, grasped the back of his neck, and spoke again in tears, "You have suffered too much. You have suffered too much for me. If anyone is sorry, it should be me."

"It's not about replacement or not. I want to do this. I know that only you can avenge my father." Yuan Nanyu said sadly, "You have suffered a lot in the past 20 years. Fortunately, God has a good heart. We can still be reunited alive and can... go home."

Yan Sikong closed his eyes: "Yes, we are going home."

——

The 70,000 soldiers and horses brought by Feng Ye were the maximum force he could allocate from the capital. After all, Chen Yi and various princes were still watching closely in the rear.

Although Zhuoletai's military strength was still twice theirs, Guangning seemed indestructible with the Wolf King and Feng's army. At least the people of Liaoning, who had been extremely desperate, finally saw hope.

After entering the Ram, it was extremely cold in Liaoning. Guangningwei was covered with white snow inside and out. The north wind was biting and sharp, and it hurt like a knife when it blew on people's faces.

The Huangshui River had completely frozen, but Zhuoletai was still preparing for battle and showed no signs of attacking.

Many people analyzed that Zhuoletai was deliberately delaying the time. If it was delayed until late winter or early spring, it would be a good time to attack Guangning.

In ancient times, wars were better fought after autumn, because there was plenty of food and grass and the temperature was moderate. They were not suitable to be fought in summer, because there was a shortage of food and grass and the weather was too hot. Winter and spring were the worst choice, because winter was extremely cold, and if a war was fought in spring, it would be impossible to farm. If there was no farming, there would be no food and grass the next year.

The Jin people mostly ate cattle and horses and did not engage in farming. If Zhuoletai was waiting for the transition from winter to spring, it would be very sinister, because what they hoped most was a quick victory. Otherwise, if this battle was delayed beyond the spring planting, there would be no harvest in Guangning's fields the following year.

Zhuoletai was either deliberately delaying the spring planting, or he was forcing them to take the initiative to send troops.

After discussing for a day, they still could not come to a decision and had to continue sending scouts to investigate the enemy situation.

After everyone left, Yan Sikong said to Yuan Nanyu, "I've been back to Guangning for a few days, and I've always wanted to visit the Yuan family's old house, but I don't want to go alone. You should go back with my second brother."

Yuan Nanyu smiled bitterly, "That place has been abandoned for many years. I'm afraid it will only make me sad if I see it."

"Don't you want to go?"

"I want to." Yuan Nanyu lowered his eyes, "I want to go, but I'm a little scared."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "Me too, so I asked you to come with me to show my courage."

"Let's go."

"Sikong." Feng Ye walked over.

Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye with a very calm expression.

"Where are you going?"

"Go back to the old house and have a look."

Feng Ye asked hesitantly, "How about I go with you guys?"

"The Wolf King is busy with military affairs. Don't waste your time on these trivial matters."

"There were our childhood memories there, how can it be a trivial matter?"

Yan Sikong frowned: "That is my brother and I's home. If the Wolf King wants to reminisce about the past, let's do it another day."

Feng Ye's face darkened, and he whispered, "Someone come."

Feng Ye's personal bodyguard came in holding a thick leather coat.

Yan Sikong and Yuan Nanyu both recognized it at a glance; it was the bear cloak that Feng Ye had made for him.

Feng Ye picked up the bear coat and said softly, "I have been carrying it with me since I left Taiyuan. I hope that one day it can still protect you from the wind and cold."

"No need, I..."

"Put it on." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong eagerly.

Yan Sikong didn't want to dwell on this matter. In fact, it would be good if he could say less to Feng Ye. He said, "Thank you, Wolf King."

Feng Ye unfolded the bear cloak, went around behind Yan Sikong and put it on him himself. When he put it on his shoulders, he wanted to hug him from behind. He hoped that he would be the one to protect Yan Sikong from the wind and cold.

Yuan Nanyu looked at Feng Ye and Yan Sikong silently without saying a word.

Yan Sikong wrapped himself in his cloak, bowed to Feng Ye, and took Yuan Nanyu away.

Liang Huiyong's yamen was not far from the Yuan family's old residence. The two of them walked side by side on the thin snow.

"Do you remember this street? We ran along it countless times when we were kids."

"Of course I remember." Yuan Nanyu smiled slightly, "There are many delicious and fun things on this street. At that tofu shop, my mother asked us to line up early in the morning. The earlier we came, the tenderer the tofu would be. The owner of that shop selling knives and axes was big and strong, and looked scary..." He followed the thread of his memory and talked about his memories of this street like a treasure. Finally, he sighed, "When I was a child, I thought this street was so long. It seemed that walking back and forth would take a day. Now it seems that it is so short..."

"Yes." Yan Sikong also said with emotion, "When I was a child, I thought Guangning was so big, so big that there was no limit. Now it seems so small. Guangning has not changed, it is us who have grown up."

Yuan Nanyu was silent. The scars left on their bodies over the past twenty years were so painful that they cut to the bone.

A sad atmosphere flowed between the two of them.

"Brother, I haven't had the chance to ask you, have you... planned to fake your own death and escape, or..."

Yan Sikong whispered: "Does it still matter now?"

"I want to know." Yuan Nanyu tilted his head and looked at him.

Yan Sikong paused and said, "I didn't plan to leave. It was Ali who saved me from the fire."

Yuan Nanyu took a deep breath, his chest felt tight, "Second brother, why, why did you want to commit suicide?"

"The word 'suicide' is not suitable for me. I was not so grief-stricken that I wanted to die." Yan Sikong said calmly, "It's just that at that moment, I felt that it would be better for me to die than to live."

Yuan Nanyu bit his lip and said sadly, "Is it because of what I said to you?"

"No." Yan Sikong said hurriedly, "It has nothing to do with you."

"Is that because... Feng Ye?"

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and did not answer.

"Second brother, I saw you become like this, because of eldest brother, because of me..."

"No, Yu'er." Yan Sikong smiled faintly, "The fact that he and I have come to this point today has little to do with you. I did owe him in the past, and the misfortune he encountered has completely changed him into a different person. There is a lot of damage between us that cannot be reversed."

"...but he, is really to you..." Yuan Nan hesitated, not knowing whether he should continue.

"Yes, he has feelings for me, I know, but so what." Yan Sikong stared blankly at the vast expanse of snow between heaven and earth, "I'm afraid even he himself can no longer tell the difference between love, hate and obsession. It's hard for me to tell either. When he loves me, he's devoted and devoted, and when he hates me, he humiliates me in every way. Which one is him, or are they all him? How can I know if he may be affectionate today but suddenly change tomorrow?"

Yuan Nanyu sighed heavily.

"I only want to use the Feng Family Army to defend Liaodong now. Everything else is insignificant." Yan Sikong's eyes gradually became cold, "especially those illusory 'love'."