Feng Ye smiled and said, "You are worried about me. I know that you always have me in your heart."

Yan Sikong whispered, "What is your plan?"

"I leaked the news to the traitor that Guangning would be out of food, and I would retreat to the capital. Later, Que Wang and Xu Feng led troops to steal Zhuoletai's camp. I pretended to escape, but was forced to return to Guangning after encountering the Jin soldiers." Feng Ye said slowly, "Finally, my uncle built up momentum in the capital and would send reinforcements and food to rescue me. If Zhuoletai wanted to capture me, he had to attack the city quickly."

Yan Sikong's heart sank as he heard this. If this plan worked, Zhuoletai would be able to fall into the trap. Feng Ye was using him as bait, and Zhuoletai had no choice but to believe it. Taking down Feng Ye meant that he could take over Feng's army, and then he could challenge the entire Central Plains. How could Zhuoletai resist such temptation?

But this is too dangerous. What if Fengye is captured by Zhuoletai when he tries to "escape"? Wouldn't that be walking into a trap?

Yan Sikong was about to open his mouth to object, but Feng Ye interrupted, "I understand what you want to say. Kong'er, I am no longer the reckless boy who is fearless. I know that my safety concerns the soldiers of the three armies, but right now, there is no better way, and even if there is, it is too late."

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth and said, "I won't exchange you for Guangning. If anything happens to you, Liaodong will certainly not be safe."

"I will come back." Feng Ye's eyes were firm and determined, revealing a fearless and cold light. "You are waiting for me. I will definitely come back."

"Zhuoletai will stop at nothing to catch you."

"So I forgot to delay his camp."

Yan Sikong said in a stern voice: "You have never fought against the Jin soldiers in your life, you don't understand their ferocity at all!"

"But I fought against the Oirat at the age of eleven, and led troops into battle at the age of fourteen." Feng Ye's long arm reached across the table and touched Yan Sikong's cheek, saying softly, "I have experienced dangers worse than today, and King Yanluo didn't dare to accept me. Believe me, as long as you are here, I will definitely come back to you."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye steadily. He knew that Feng Ye had made up his mind. Just like many times before, as long as Feng Ye made up his mind, no one could stop him.

But swords have no eyes, and not every situation can be safe and sound.

What if Feng Ye can’t come back?

He always thought that he could remain calm when facing the wilderness, but now he is in turmoil again.

No matter what, Feng Ye cannot die.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong's pale face and was secretly delighted. He smiled and said, "You are indeed worried about me. When I come back, we will never be separated again."

Yan Sikong felt a moment of palpitations. He lowered his head silently and said in a hoarse voice: "Since the Wolf King has made up his mind, we need to plan more carefully to ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Feng Ye gently pinched his chin and lifted his face up: "I will call a meeting tomorrow. I just wanted to tell you first."

Yan Sikong was about to turn away, but Feng Ye suddenly leaned over the coffee table and kissed him on the lips.

Surprise flashed in Yan Sikong's eyes, and just as he was about to struggle, Feng Ye's big hand held the back of his head.

Feng Ye kissed Yan Sikong hard, but was pushed away by Yan Sikong.

Feng Ye licked the corner of his lips with lingering feelings, and even used his fingertips to caress the remaining warmth of Yan Sikong on his lips.

Yan Sikong pretended nothing had happened and said calmly, "General Liang is most familiar with Guangning's topography. Tomorrow, we have to work out a way to escape."

"Okay." Feng Ye stood up and said reluctantly, "I still have a lot of military affairs to deal with. Let Hun'er stay here with you."

“…Alright.”

"We'll spend New Year's Eve together." Feng Ye emphasized again, "Just you and me."

Yan Sikong raised his head and looked at Feng Ye: "On this reunion day, I have a family and brothers, how can I let him spend it alone?"

"I'm afraid he won't be able to spend the New Year with you."

"What do you mean?"

Feng Ye said calmly: "I plan to take action on New Year's Eve."

Yan Sikong took a breath of cool air.

——

Yan Sikong read the map of Liaodong, which he had already read countless times, over and over again for a whole night, thinking about the "escape" routes of Yuan Nanyu and Feng Ye - mainly Feng Ye's, because he was the person Zhuoletai really wanted to capture.

The next day, Feng Ye summoned all the officers and generals and told them his plan. As expected, he met with unanimous opposition. Although this plan could lure Zhuoletai to attack the city, Feng Ye was the commander-in-chief of the three armies. If anything went wrong, they would be leaderless. Who would dare to take responsibility for such consequences?

Feng Ye maintained a firm attitude, while Yan Sikong said nothing. As a result, no one could persuade him.

Yan Sikong thought that Feng Ye told him a day in advance not just to test whether he was "worried", but to avoid being opposed by everyone today. As long as he didn't say anything, everyone would know that persuasion was hopeless.

After the meeting, Yuan Nanyu pulled Yan Sikong aside and whispered, "Brother, didn't Feng Ye tell you a long time ago? This is too risky. If anything happens to him, everything will be over."

Yan Sikong sighed, "He is just like that. If there is a chance, he will take a gamble. It was like that in the past and it is the same now. Moreover, given Guangning's current situation, there is no better way."

Yuan Nanyu frowned and asked, "Even you couldn't stop him?"

Yan Sikong shook his head: "Not even once."

"Brother, we are weaker than the Jin soldiers in almost every way except for the city we can defend. Now we have to give up the city defense..." Yuan Nanyujian frowned, "Although we cannot lose morale, this battle is really dangerous."

Yan Sikong patted Yuan Nanyu on the shoulder and said, "I have considered all these, but our food and fodder have been robbed and we don't have much time. A trapped beast will fight, let alone a human. We can't just sit there and wait to be killed."

Yuan Nanyu let out a long sigh.

"You don't have to worry about Feng Ye now, just worry about yourself." Yan Sikong held Yuan Nanyu's neck again and looked deeply into his eyes. "The so-called sneaking into the camp is risking one's life. That is the enemy's territory. The enemy is numerous and we are few. You must be careful."

Yuan Nanyu said seriously: "Don't worry, second brother. I will try my best to hold back Zhuoletai's troops. The more troops I can hold back, the fewer he will send to chase Fengye."

Yan Sikong said worriedly, "Second brother hopes that you can come back safely. When it's time to retreat, you must retreat. Don't linger in the battle. To destroy the Jin soldiers, we can't do without each other. If something happens to you, it won't help Fengye, but ruin the entire Liaodong. Do you understand?"

Yuan Nanyu nodded slightly, his face showing an lingering solemnity.

——

In the blink of an eye, it was New Year's Eve.

They made all the preparations in secret, and Yuan Nanyu had already led his troops out of the city after dark.

Feng Ye rode Zuihong and came to Yuan Mansion with a team of guards. When he passed the ginkgo tree in the courtyard and came under the eaves of Yan Sikong's house, he lowered his head and looked at the weak but warm light coming through the crack of the door. For a moment, he was a little afraid to push open the door.

Because from the moment he saw Yan Sikong, the two of them had to say goodbye.

Feng Yepin tasted the bitterness in his heart and slowly pushed open the door.

The cold wind outside and the warmth inside collided, causing Feng Ye's skin to shiver. He looked over impatiently, only to see Yan Sikong sitting at the table, staring blankly at the sumptuous food and wine. And Feng Hun, who he had left behind in Yuan Mansion that day, was lying at Yan Sikong's feet.

Feng Ye closed the door gently and looked at Yan Sikong from a distance.

Yan Sikong stood up and bowed, being polite as always.

Feng Ye walked over and said softly, "So many dishes have been cooked."

"The servants don't know that there are only two of us." Yan Sikong looked at the window sadly. It was sealed tightly with cotton wool, so he couldn't see anything outside. But he seemed to see Yuan Nanyu marching in the snow. After finishing this meal, Feng Ye would also leave, and he would be the only one left.

Feng Ye paused and said: "When we come back, we must make up for this reunion dinner."

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye for a long time before saying, "Wolf King, please sit down."

Feng Ye did not move, but whispered: "Can you call my name?"

Yan Sikong was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Is this important?"

"I want to hear you call my name." Feng Ye said hoarsely, "Even if it's just tonight."

Yan Sikong hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He thought it would be easy to call out the name, but when it came to his lips, he suddenly felt that the two words were so heavy, and he was afraid that as soon as he said it, something would change.

Feng Ye waited for a long time, but the two of them remained silent. He could not hide his disappointment and said softly, "Sit down, the food is getting cold."

Yan Sikong sat down silently, feeling nervous.

"Do you still remember that Spring Festival?" Feng Ye said as he poured wine for the two of them, "In order to see you, we sneaked back to your old house in Beijing. At that time..." He smiled slightly, "I missed you so much every day I didn't see you... I don't know how I survived those years."

Yan Sikong did not answer, but he remembered, he remembered everything. He remembered that the two of them quietly climbed over the wall and the moment they saw each other, thousands of thoughts and emotions burst out, and they only wished that they could rub each other into their bodies and never separate again.

The love that you once had can also change beyond all recognition. This is the world.

"When I first left Beijing, I missed you every day. I missed you, resented you, and couldn't let you go no matter what." Feng Ye said with a wry smile, "I had nothing at that time and was still a fugitive. I resented you, but perhaps I resented my own incompetence even more. So I swore that when I saw you again, I would let you have a taste of my pain."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and listened quietly.

"I have done so many stupid things that even I find unforgivable." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong intently, "But I still want you to forgive me and want us to go back to the way we were before. If after tonight, I can't come back, will you..."

"Shut up." Yan Sikong said angrily, "If you think you can't come back, then don't go. Otherwise, what's the point of saying all this!"

Feng Ye's hand holding the wine glass trembled slightly. Looking at Yan Sikong's cold face, he felt heartbroken. He smiled bitterly and said, "I guess I was hoping that you would soften your heart for once."

"If you can't come back." Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye and said unhappily, "I will also die in Liaodong. Then we can meet in the underworld."

"No, you wait for me to come back." Feng Ye raised the cup and drank it all in one gulp. "Before I leave, I just want to tell you that whether you live or die, succeed or fail, my feelings for you will always be the same."

Yan Sikong also drank a glass of wine, then slammed the glass heavily on the table, stood up and walked to the window.

"Kong'er..."

"You go." Yan Sikong said hoarsely with his back to Feng Ye, "Jianxing has drunk a lot of wine, and Quewang has already left. It's time for you to leave too." He didn't want to see Feng Ye again. He didn't want to stare at this face and think over and over again whether he could see him return safely. There was a mass of unspeakable emotions in his chest that made him feel suffocated.

Feng Ye walked behind Yan Sikong and said in a deep voice, "I'm leaving."

"...I wish the Wolf King a triumphant return." Yan Sikong said quickly.

Feng Ye stood still for a moment, then suddenly grabbed Yan Sikong's body, pressed him against the wall, covered his soft lips tightly, and sucked roughly.

Yan Sikong was robbed of all his consciousness by the airtight kiss. His mind was blank and he didn't even know if he had struggled. But Feng Ye's kiss became deeper and heavier, and the breath belonging to Feng Ye completely penetrated his skin.

Feng Ye didn't let Yan Sikong go until he was almost out of breath.

Yan Sikong took deep breaths, his chest heaving violently.

Feng Ye rested his forehead against his and expressed his undisguised desire in a hoarse voice: "I want to hug you, strip you naked, and have you stay under me all night long..."

Yan Sikong pushed Feng Ye away violently.

Feng Ye staggered back a few steps before steadying himself.

Yan Sikong whispered, "Let's go."

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong and did not move.

"Is the Wolf King going to take advantage of someone's misfortune?" Yan Sikong glared at Feng Ye.

"What if I take advantage of someone's misfortune?" Feng Ye said calmly.

Yan Sikong frowned.

"If I can come back..." Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with his sharp wolf eyes. He hesitated for a moment, but he didn't say the words on his lips. He said, "I will definitely come back." He took something out of his pocket and put it on the table, "Wait for me."

After saying that, he forced himself to turn around and leave.

Yan Sikong looked at the things on the table, his eyes feeling a little sore.

That was the dagger Feng Ye gave him twenty years ago.