It was already late at night, the lights on the city walls were bright, and the soldiers defending the city were waiting in formation.

Zhuoletai did not attack the city immediately. They had suffered heavy losses in filling the trenches, and their armies were exhausted. At this time, they surrounded the city without moving, gathering their strength.

Yan Sikong retreated from the tower when he saw that Zhuoletai had no plans to attack for the time being. After standing in the cold wind for a whole day, his feet were frozen to the point of being almost numb.

He sent four guards to check on Feng Ye, but the door was never opened. He was worried and could not wait any longer, so he decided to go back and check in person. He told Liang Huiyong to let him know if anything happened, then he rode a horse and galloped to the posthouse.

There were candles lit in Fengye's house, and the orange-yellow light that leaked through the crack in the door even looked warm.

There were guards and servants on standby in the yard. Yan Sikong walked over and took a deep breath: "...How is it?" He tried his best to stay calm, but when he opened his mouth, his voice still trembled slightly.

"Sir." Feng Ye's personal bodyguard bowed and said, "Only those two boys came in and out, and they didn't say anything when asked."

Yan Sikong frowned, looked at the closed door, and walked slowly towards it.

After winter came, thick quilts were nailed to the doors and windows to keep out the cold. Therefore, even though Yan Sikong pressed himself close to the door and window, he could only hear a rustling sound inside. As for what people were saying, he could not hear it at all.

clear.

He was extremely anxious. On the one hand, he wanted to know what was going on inside, but on the other hand, he was afraid to find out that as long as this door was not opened, Feng Ye would remain alive.

He stood blankly in front of the door, and suddenly understood Feng Ye's feelings during the days when he was gone.

Every moment filled with pain, despair and fear pierced his heart like a knife.

He knew that even if he died a million times, he would never be able to truly forget his feelings for Feng Ye. She was the only person he had ever loved in his life and who had ever given him true joy.

He just didn't want it anymore and didn't want to be tied down.

What he really let go of was everything Feng Ye had given him, good or bad. He no longer lingered on it, nor did he bear any grudges against it. The arrow that Feng Ye had taken for him was just a way to wipe out the grudge between them.

But no matter where you are in this world, even if you are thousands of miles away

In the end, he hopes Feng Ye is well.

Can't God tolerate even this?

Suddenly, there was a creaking sound from the door. Yan Sikong's heart instantly tightened. He stared with his eyes wide open, and he was so frightened that he could hardly breathe.

The door opened, and the boy came out with a basin full of blood in his hands.

Yan Sikong stood in front of him, opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and sweat rolled down his cheeks.

The boy looked at him and was about to speak when a voice came from the door: "Let him in."

It’s Yuan Nanyu’s voice!

Yan Sikong wanted to lift his legs, but they refused to obey him. Fear was like a chain that held him. Not long ago, he remained calm when faced with a siege of hundreds of thousands of troops.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his fear, stepped over the threshold and walked in.

The charcoal fire in the house was burning fiercely, almost sweltering, causing the smell of blood, medicine, and alcohol to linger in the air, mixing thickly together and making Yan Sikong vomit.

Que Linghu and Yuan Nanyu stood in front of Feng Ye's bed, their clothes lapels soaked with sweat and blood. The little girl squatted beside them, picking up the blood-soaked towels on the ground.

Yan Sikong stood at the door, gazing at Yuan Nanyu from afar, asking silently with pleading eyes.

Yuan Nanyu looked tired, his hair wet with sweat. He soothed him in a hoarse voice, "Second brother, he's fine for now."

Yan Sikong's legs went limp, and he leaned against the door frame with all his strength. His eyes were red, and he said softly, "Junior...thank you for saving my life, Master Kuai. I hope to repay you with my life one day."

Que Linghu's face was a little pale, but his spirit was not depressed. He said, "I'll remember it."

Yuan Nanyu said respectfully: "Master, please go and have a rest."

The boy came over and supported Queling Fox, and they left together.

Yan Sikong then took a step with his heavy legs and walked over.

Yuan Nanyu glanced at the person on the bed, then at Yan Sikong, and said with a lingering fear: "Feng Ye was able to survive, all thanks to Master's rescue."

Yan Sikong walked up to Yuan Nanyu, hugged him, and buried his face in his neck.

Yuan Nanyu hugged Yan Sikong and said, "Brother, it's okay. He is strong and will get better."

"He was able to survive because you cheated him of...the important Xuantian Pill." Yan Sikong said in a low voice.

"Medicine is used to save lives, and I saved more than just him." Yuan Nanyu stroked Yan Sikong's back, "As long as he is alive, there is hope for Liaoning."

Yan Sikong nodded: "Yu'er, thank you. Without you, I really don't know what I would do."

Yuan Nanyu smiled softly: "Between you and me, what's there to talk about thanks or not?"

Yan Sikong closed his eyes. Yuan Nanyu smelled bad, but the warm and solid chest made him feel at ease.

Yuan Nanyu said again: "Second brother, do you know why I liked to wear the same clothes as you when I was little?"

Yan Sikong whispered, "I know."

"Not only because I want to be closer to you." Yuan Nanyu smiled, "At that time, I felt that we were one, indistinguishable from each other, as if as long as I wore the same clothes as you, we were one person. Your intelligence is my intelligence, your goodness is my goodness, and similarly, your pain is my pain, so, second brother, you never need to say 'thank you' to me."

Yan Sikong's voice choked with sobs: "Yu'er, my second brother often feels that I am not worthy of your deep affection."

"You've spent most of your life avenging our Yuan family, and I don't think I'm worthy of you..." Yuan Nanyu said with a smile, "It's useless to discuss this. So I say, we are one, you for me, I for you, it's all natural."

Yan Sikong nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay."

"Go check on him. Hun'er has been watching over him. If there's anything, call Master's two disciples." Yuan Nanyu wiped the sweat off his forehead. "I'll go take a rest."

"Yu'er, I'm afraid you can't rest." Yan Sikong calmed down, "Zhuoletai is attacking the city."

Yuan Nan asked in surprise: "When?"

"Today," Yan Sikong said, "The Feng Family Army is currently being dispatched by General Liang, but they have difficulty in getting along, and Feng Ye is injured, so their morale is low. You must go and stabilize the army's morale immediately."

Yuan Nanyu said seriously: "Okay, I'll go right away." He left in a hurry.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and walked to the bed.

Feng Hun was still lying on the soft cushion beside him, now he had fallen asleep. He used to be very alert and would wake up at any movement, but now he didn't even open his eyes when someone approached.

Even if Que Linghu didn't say it, he knew that it didn't have much time left. Maybe it was holding on to its last breath just waiting for Feng Ye to wake up.

Yan Sikong's nose was sore, and he looked at the pale-faced person lying on the bed with eyes tightly closed, and his heart was filled with mixed feelings. He sat down silently beside the bed, stretched out his hand, and touched Feng Ye's cheek.

My fingers touched warm skin and rough stubble.

Yan Sikong widened his eyes to stop the tears from falling. He felt a dull pain in his heart and leaned weakly against the head of the bed, his chest heaving slightly, his eyes staring blankly ahead.

Feng Ye is alive, alive.

That was enough for him.

Yan Sikong was so tired that he fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed. He was suddenly awakened by a dull groan in his ears.

When he realized that he had fallen asleep without realizing it, he was very upset, but Liang Huiyong did not send anyone, and Yuan Nanyu was sitting on the top of the city, so Zhuoletai must not have attacked the city yet.

Yan Sikong lowered his head and saw Feng Ye's brows were furrowed, his face was covered with sweat, and he was mumbling in his sleep mixed with moans. He looked very painful.

Yan Sikong took the towel and gently wiped the sweat off his face.

Feng Ye's eyelashes kept trembling, as if he had been struggling in the quagmire of nightmare for a long time before he slowly opened his eyes.

Yan Sikong's heart was beating wildly and he stared at Feng Ye intently.

It took Feng Ye's eyes a long time to go from dazed to clear. His sight seemed to be covered by a layer of mist. Gradually, the mist dissipated and the scene in front of him became clear, reflecting a familiar face.

"Feng Ye, you're awake..." Yan Sikong said nervously, "How do you feel? Can you speak?"

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong for a long time before he opened his mouth and uttered a hoarse voice: "Kong...er..."

Yan Sikong took a long breath and murmured, "You're awake, you're awake... That's great."

Feng Ye's eyes were misty as he stared at Yan Sikong without blinking.

Yan Sikong said softly: "You almost died... If it were someone else, they would have been dead for sure. Maybe King Yanluo really didn't dare to take you in."

Feng Ye said weakly, "It's great to see you again." "You should thank Yu'er more."

"Jin, Jin soldiers..." Feng Ye seemed to be hurt by the wound in his chest, his whole face wrinkled, and he asked through gritted teeth.

"Zhuoletai is attacking the city. As we planned, Guangning can still hold on." Yan Sikong wiped his face and stood up. "Don't say anything. I'll go call the doctor."

"No..." Feng Ye wanted to keep Yan Sikong, but he even needed to summon the strength to open his mouth.

Yan Sikong leaned down and looked into Feng Ye's eyes: "You need to rest now."

"Don't go..." Feng Ye's cracked lips moved slightly, begging, "Don't go."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyelids and said softly, "I'm not leaving. I'm just going to ask the doctor to check on you."

"Kong'er, don't go." Feng Ye's eyes were red, he was still not conscious. In his confused mind, the person in front of him was the only one he thought was important at this moment.

"I'll be back soon." Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye and turned to look for someone.

"No..." Feng Yehun was trembling all over, but he could only watch Yan Sikong walk out of his sight. He felt a tearing pain in his chest.

Yan Sikong went to find Que Linghu's apprentice, and the two boys invited Que Linghu over. At this time, Feng Ye's consciousness became blurred again, and he murmured Yan Sikong's name.

Que Linghu tricked Feng Ye into taking his pulse and pricked his acupuncture points with silver needles, causing Feng Ye to gradually calm down and fall asleep again.

Yan Sikong's worried eyes moved between Feng Ye and Que Linghu.

After Que Linghu finished all this, he took the cloth handed to him by the boy, wiped his hands, and said, "He is fine. When he wakes up again, he can have some liquid food."

Yan Sikong let out a long breath.

Que Linghu glanced at Feng Ye and said, "He is one of the strongest people I have ever seen. If someone else was injured this badly, even a great immortal wouldn't be able to save him."

"Master Quan Lai Que has brought the sect back to health with his miraculous skills."

Que Linghu looked at Yan Sikong and said, "If he hadn't suffered for the sake of the people of Liaodong, even the emperor would never ask me to leave Medicine Valley."

"Although Master Que lives in seclusion in Medicine Valley, he cares about the world. I really admire him. There really are such godlike figures as Master Que in this world. I am very lucky to have seen him."

"That's enough." Que Linghu mocked, "I've heard that you, Yan Sikong, are very eloquent. With just your mouth, I don't know how many people you have fooled around with."

"I am speaking from the bottom of my heart. I cannot express my gratitude to Master Que in words."

Que Linghu stood up and said, "Thank your brother very much. The Xuantian Pill is a rare treasure. I hope that this treasure can save a loyal and good man who can cultivate himself internally and defend the country externally, rather than an ambitious and warlike traitor."