Feng Ye bent over and picked it up, gently brushing off the snow with his stiff fingers. The remaining veil seemed so small and insignificant in his palm. He had owned countless rare treasures in his life, but none of them was worthy of his treasured collection.

Yan Sikong stared at the veil, his mind suddenly becoming confused.

How could a piece of it survive after such a huge fire? How could Fengye actually dig himself out of the messy ruins?

Feng Ye looked deeply into Yan Sikong's eyes and said, "You must be familiar with this person, right?"

Yan Sikong's face was tense.

"You traveled to many places, but you always carried it with you." Feng Ye said hoarsely, "Kong'er, you have always had me in your heart, why don't you dare to admit it?"

Yan Sikong said coldly, "When have I dared not admit it? You didn't believe me before I admitted it. Now I say that I have been reborn from the ashes and have thrown away useless things like love, but you still don't believe it. What you believe is always what you want to believe."

"I made too many mistakes in the past. Now I just want to try my best to make up for it. Please give me a chance." The arrogant wolf king now spoke with a pleading tone. He spread the veil in his palm and said softly, "Kong'er, I did so many unforgivable things to you in the past. The root cause was that I thought you had never been sincere to me. There were too many misunderstandings between you and me, and there were also villains. I was blinded and turned a blind eye to everything you did for me. I..." Feng Ye regretted more and more as he spoke, "The person I feel most sorry for in my life is you. I beg you, Kong'er, I beg you, don't ignore me."

Yan Sikong turned his face away: "I also want to ask Wolf King, please let it go."

"Impossible." Feng Ye pressed the wedding veil against his chest. In the darkness, his eyes were as bright as torches. "You are the one I will always love. No matter where I am in these years, no matter if I am down or out, I can never, never let you go."

"That has nothing to do with me." Yan Sikong said with anger, "You have been pestering me for many years, and your ugly behavior really annoys me. If it gets out, even King Jingyuan will be implicated by you and be laughed at!"

Feng Ye felt as if he had been hit hard in the heart, the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe. He felt his ears were burning and his legs were a little unsteady.

It turns out that being humiliated by the one you love can make you so sad.

How many times had he said and done such things to Yan Sikong...

"You are the best at deceiving yourself and being sentimental." Yan Sikong sneered, "In fact, you are right in many things. I don't have a preference for Longyang at all. The reason I did those things with you was because you were the prince of Jingyuan. Later, I saved you and helped you just to cling to your military power..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Feng Ye said angrily, "What about this? Why are you going to die with it?" He held the veil in front of Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes. "Even if I am just a dog, I will have some affection for it after a long time. But the affection I had for you was burned out in a fire. I, Yan Sikong, was born heartless and unkind. As a great overlord, why don't you save some face for yourself and the Feng family?"

Feng Ye's eyes were red from excitement: "Yan Sikong, if I could forget you, why would I have been entangled with you for ten years? I also want to know what kind of curse you cast on me. From the first time I saw you until the day I close my eyes and return to the west, I have wanted you. You are my inner demon!"

Yan Sikong clenched his fists: "Why don't you get rid of this 'demon' like me?"

Feng Ye smiled sadly: "If I want to get rid of you, I have to dig out my heart." He reached for his waist and pulled out a dagger.

That dagger was the token of trust that the little Feng Ye gave to Yuan Sikong back then.

Yan Si felt a sharp pain in her heart.

Feng Ye held the dagger in front of Yan Sikong and said in a trembling voice: "I gave this to you twenty years ago. It is yours. Use it to cut yourself out of my heart. In this way, I will never pester you again, and I will never be ugly again and annoy you."

Yan Sikong took a step back and said in a cold voice: "Wait until you have wiped out the Jin soldiers, then you can come back and pretend to be righteous!" He slammed the door shut.

The biting cold outside and Feng Ye's almost desperate look were shut out of the door.

Yan Sikong held onto the desk and sat on the chair.

His whole body was numb from the cold, and his heart was freezing. He couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

It’s too cold, Liaoning is really too cold.

As long as we live in this world, we will always encounter winter. If someone can survive the winter, spring will return to the earth.

Some people are destined to stay in the cold winter forever.

——

When Yan Sikong saw Liang Huiyong again, he asked Liang Huiyong to send someone to clean up the old house of the Yuan family. Although Yuan Nanyu could send someone to do such a small matter, Liang Huiyong had now been promoted to the general of Liaodong, and Yuan Nanyu's rank was lower than his, so it was inappropriate for him to issue orders in the city without his permission.

But when Yan Sikong proposed it, Liang Huiyong looked a little embarrassed: "The Wolf King has already sent someone to do it. You and Nan Yu will be able to move back today or tomorrow."

Yan Sikong could only bow and say, "Thank you, General Liang."

Feng Ye's actions were indeed very quick. In just two days, he had restored most of the Yuan family's old house. Many objects had become dilapidated after twenty years of vicissitudes, but most of those that could be repaired were restored and used, and every effort was made to maintain its original appearance.

Yuan Nanyu's subordinates moved his luggage back to the Yuan Mansion. On the day of the move, many people came to watch. Most of the young people came to watch the excitement. After all, the name of the former general was known throughout the world. When they learned that he was from Guangning, they felt honored. The older people came just to see the youngest son of General Yuan Mao returning home in wealth and glory, inheriting his father's aspirations to guard Liaoning.

Yuan Nanyu rode on his horse, accepting the greetings from the people. Yan Sikong sat in the carriage, quietly lifted the gap in the curtain and looked out. He thought that as the son of Yuan Mao, he had the same face. If he showed up in Guangning in his true form, he would only be cursed countless times.

The three dukes are riding on the wall, and the thieves in Yan are thinking of the sky.

Yan Sikong laughed at himself and thought, these eight words were not wrong.

After returning to the Yuan Mansion, Yuan Nanyu dismissed the servants that Feng Ye had arranged for him, leaving only two servants and his personal guards. The Yuan Mansion was not big to begin with, and it couldn't hold so many people.

The two brothers stood in the yard, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Yuan Nanyu said, "From now on, Second Brother will live in Dad and Mom's bedroom."

"That's not appropriate." Yan Sikong immediately refused.

"Our house is not big, and we don't have any extra rooms. Don't refuse, second brother."

Yan Sikong certainly didn't want to live in Yuan Shaoxu's house, nor could he live in Yuan Weiling's concubine's room. He couldn't live in the same house with his younger brother when he was in his thirties, so only the main house was suitable.

"Then clean up a servant's room." Yan Sikong sighed, "It's full of memories of my father and mother. I'd rather keep it as it is."

"How can I ask you to sleep in the servant's room?" Yuan Nan refused decisively. He said jokingly, "Do you still want to sleep with me? I'm afraid that the bed can't accommodate the two of us now."

Yan Sikong also laughed: "If I stretch out my foot in the middle of the night, I can kick you off the bed. How can a vanguard general of the Feng Family Army bear such an injustice?"

Yuan Nanyu hugged Yan Sikong's shoulders and said, "I think we should revisit our childhoods. Let's sleep together today. Even if I ask you to kick off the bed, I will accept it."

Yan Sikong said helplessly: "Stop joking, the bed can't accommodate us to turn over."

"Just one night." Yuan Nanyu's tone was coquettish, even he himself didn't realize it. "Just one night. I will move to my eldest brother's house tomorrow. Tonight, I want to be with my second brother like we used to."

Yan Sikong's eyes turned gentle and doting: "Okay."

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard a quarrel coming from the street across the wall, accompanied by scolding and the crying of children.

When they walked out of the mansion, they saw several men kneeling in the snow, trembling. Several children, who seemed to be their children, were crying in a group. Standing beside them were two soldiers of the Feng family.

Yuan Nanyu walked over and asked: "What's going on?"

When the two men saw Yuan Nanyu, they were stunned at first, and then they saluted quickly: "Greetings, General."

Yuan Nanyu pointed to the ground: "Hmm?"

"Reporting to the general, I am acting in the name of the Wolf King to search for those who spread rumors and mislead the people in the city and punish them."

"Misleading people with lies?" Yuan Nanyu asked in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Yan Sikong stood inside the door, and the northwest wind brought their conversation clearly into his ears.

"This..." The two soldiers looked at each other. After all, the brotherly relationship between Yuan Nanyu and Yan Sikong was now known to the world.

"What are you hesitating about? Tell me."

"Nowadays, some doggerel poems that are disrespectful to Master Yan are popular in the city." The soldier said carefully, "First, they spread in teahouses and taverns, and then some children heard them and sang them in the streets and alleys, so..."

Yuan Nan asked sharply, "What are you singing?"

The two knelt down hurriedly: "I dare not say anything, please forgive me, General."

Yuan Nanyu glanced at the gate of Yuan Mansion quietly. Although he didn't know what those doggerel poems said about Yan Sikong, he could imagine that he didn't want Yan Sikong to hear it, so he stopped asking. He looked at those young and inexperienced children and asked, "How does the Wolf King want you to be punished?"

"The wolf king said that if they are adults, they should be beaten ten times on the spot. If they are children, their fathers should be caught and made to kneel for two hours. If they do not change after being taught, they will be punished again."

Yuan Nan said coldly: "Very good, keep looking. If there are people spreading such nonsense and misleading people in the city again, they will be severely punished!"

"yes."

Yan Sikong leaned against the door and let out a long sigh.

You can block one mouth and two lips, but you can't block the gossips of the people. Why bother?