Feng Ye stole the show in the spring hunt by wielding a powerful crossbow and taming a fierce horse. He also got a rare and fine horse, which made people jealous. The name "Little Wolf King" immediately became famous throughout the capital. Even those who disliked him would sigh that "a good father will have a good son."

However, Feng Ye remained the same as before and refused to make friends with anyone. He was even like a daughter of a wealthy family, rarely leaving the house. His arrogance and eccentricity made those who wanted to find him a marriage partner give up.

After that day, Yan Sikong gave up the idea of ​​getting to know Feng Ye. This little wolf king was a fierce beast that was difficult to control. He considered every step carefully. If one gets too close to such an unpredictable person, one will inevitably end up making things worse.

Moreover, Feng Ye was the last thought left in his heart, and he would rather this thought exist only in his memory.

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A month later, Emperor Zhaowu could no longer bear the criticism from officials and held another imperial lecture. In this way, through mutual compromise, the monarch and his officials reached a tacit understanding to hold an imperial lecture once a month.

For this imperial lecture, Yan Zilian replaced two lecturers, both of whom were newly appointed Hanlin scholars. Their performance was remarkable, but when compared with Shen Hexuan and Yan Sikong, the difference was obvious. Even Emperor Zhaowu asked, "Where is Yan Sikong, who can tell stories about wild history?"

The two of them saw that their future was bright, and they stood out among the scholars and editors in the Hanlin Academy. Yan Sikong was easier to get close to, so they had drinking parties from time to time. But he knew clearly in his mind who could go and who had to make excuses to decline.

The two major factions in the court, one is the eunuch party headed by Xie Zhongren, and the other is the aristocratic family headed by Yan Zilian. They have been fighting openly and secretly for more than ten years. Under the invisible swords and shadows, the blood and ideals of countless people are shed. In the end, the unarmed people suffer, and all this is far from over.

Although he was Yan Zilian's student, he was not influential and it was not his turn to take sides, and no one took him seriously. But when he had the possibility of becoming the emperor or the prince's attendant, things would be different. He had to carefully choose who to make friends with, so as not to make Yan Zilian worried, nor to make the eunuchs feel obviously threatened. These days, he even had to think twice before saying a word in the Hanlin Academy, because there were many people here who were eunuchs and had many eyes and ears.

Recently, under the leadership of Huo Li, the Grand Secretary of Longtu Pavilion, they have been compiling a new history of Sheng. In order to complete it before the emperor's birthday, they have been working late into the night and are extremely sleepy.

After finishing one volume, Yan Sikong said goodbye to his colleagues and planned to go home for a nap.

His salary was meager and he could not afford a coachman, so he had to walk home. Fortunately, the house he rented was not far from the imperial city, so if he walked fast, he could reach home in half an hour.

It was already dark in the capital, and there were almost no pedestrians on the streets, except for the occasional patrol by the imperial guards.

Yan Sikong walked across the street and turned into an alley. Before he had walked too far, he felt someone following him.

He took a deep breath and continued to walk forward calmly. It had just rained in the city, and there were many puddles on the road. He glanced at it casually and saw a waning moon hanging high above the water, and at the same time a black shadow flashed behind him.

Yan Sikong frowned, suddenly stopped, and said loudly: "Who are you? Hiding in secret is really not fair."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the air behind him tremble slightly. Without thinking, he turned around abruptly, picked up the oil lamp and smashed it at the person behind him. At the same time, he took a step forward and punched the person in the chest.

The man was wearing a black robe covering his face. In the dim night, it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman, but he looked like a man. The two of them exchanged moves in silence in the dark alley.

Yan Sikong realized that this man was not a robber and did not want to kill him. He was holding back in every move, so he could not figure out his opponent's background. He just wanted to tear off the mask to find out what was going on, but he was dodged after several attempts. This man's kung fu was not shallow, and he was afraid that he was no match for him.

Suddenly, they both heard footsteps coming from the other side of the street. They must be the guards on night patrol.

Yan Sikong opened his mouth to shout, but the other party suddenly stretched out his arms and without warning threw something with a strange smell into his mouth and nose.

Yan Sikong opened the ball of stuff suddenly, but it was too late. He took a big breath and his tongue suddenly felt numb and he felt dizzy. He started spinning in place and finally his legs went limp and he fell to the ground.

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A ray of sunlight happened to hit Yan Sikong's face. His eyelids trembled and his eyes were irritated. He struggled to open his eyes a tiny bit.

He unconsciously covered his eyes with his hands and turned over. After a moment's silence, he suddenly stood up in horror and looked around vigilantly.

This is a rather spacious and elegant bedroom. One can tell that the owner is wealthy just from the expensive wood, not to mention the washbasin casually placed beside the bed, both of which are made of thick red copper.

Where is this?

Yan Sikong couldn't figure out what was going on. Was his identity discovered? Impossible. He spent a lot of money to fake his identity, even learning a strange dialect and changing his accent. Even if someone was sent to investigate, it would be flawless. Besides, what was the value of being investigated now?

Yan Sikong got out of bed, picked up the precious sword on the table, and took it out of the sheath. It was indeed unsharpened, but it was better than nothing. He pushed open the door with the sword in hand, intending to go out and find out what was going on.

As soon as he opened the door he stepped back in fear.

Outside the door, in the courtyard, there was a huge beast lying there!

Looking closely, it was a gray-black wolf. Yan Sikong had seen wolves before, but this one shouldn't be so huge. The one in front of him had thick fur and a body as strong as a tiger. It lay under the tree as if taking a nap, and was even bigger than the stone table next to it!

Yan Sikong felt like his heart was about to jump out of his throat. He quietly took a step back, wanting to close the door silently.

But just when the door was half closed, the wolf suddenly raised its head. It turned out to be a one-eyed wolf with an eye patch with gold thread on one eye. The next moment, it stood up.

Yan Sikong didn't dare to move.

The wolf shook out the hair all over its body, and its one eye was pale blue-white, filled with chilling murderous intent. After it stood up, it looked even more majestic, probably as tall as an adult's chest, and its aura was as terrifying as a Rakshasas from hell!

Yan Sikong was really scared. He hadn't been scared for a long time. He was not afraid of death, but he really didn't want to experience the feeling of having his flesh torn apart by sharp teeth. He didn't dare to close the door. Not to mention the distance, he didn't know if he could close it. Even if he did, how could a thin wooden door stop such a ferocious beast?

The man and the wolf looked at each other for a moment, then the wolf shook off its claws and slowly walked towards Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong didn't dare to run, for fear of angering it, so he could only retreat back into the house step by step.

The wolf followed him into the house.

Yan Sikong kept backing away until his back was pressed against the wall in despair. The wolf stopped less than ten feet away from him and stared at him quietly with its terrifying one eye.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes and gripped the dagger tightly, thinking that if it came up, he would be the first to die.

Damn, this knife is not sharpened!

The wolf looked at its prey which had nowhere to escape, but did not seem to intend to move forward. It just stared at it, which was creepy.

The man and the wolf continued to stare at each other in the house. The atmosphere was so weird that it was hard to describe.