No one knew how long the stalemate lasted. Although Yan Sikong's posture with his back against the wall seemed effortless, his whole body was tense and motionless, and he soon felt numb and sore. The psychological torture was even more unbearable.

He couldn't help it and shook his legs quietly.

The wolf just moved his eyes.

Yan Sikong held the knife across his chest, mustered up his courage, and slowly slid down the wall to sit on the ground.

The wolf still did not react, maintaining the same sitting posture from beginning to end, with a serious expression and an incomparably noble demeanor.

At this point, Yan Sikong had no choice but to boldly guess that the wolf was not intending to eat him, but was just... looking at him?

Strange news in the world.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door. Yan Sikong's heart tightened and he stared at the open door.

When Yan Sikong saw the person walking in, he was stunned.

Although he had guessed it in his heart, he still couldn't suppress the unspeakable trembling when he saw Feng Ye. When Feng Ye looked at him with a look that he couldn't understand, the past came to his mind one after another, and it seemed as if time had rapidly gone back, and they all returned to their youth, the youth that they could never return to.

Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slid slightly, and when he spoke, he was already calm: "What do you mean, Your Highness? Do you know that kidnapping an official of the court is a serious crime?"

Feng Ye smiled coldly: "Dissecting a horse's corpse is a serious crime, attacking the prince's son is a serious crime, have you been punished?"

Yan Sikong's lips trembled slightly, and in his blank mind, there was only one thought - he remembered me.

At that moment, it seemed as if a myriad of grievances flooded into my heart, and a sour feeling suddenly rose in my nose.

Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong deeply, and his chest rose and fell vigorously.

Yan Sikong lowered his eyelids to hide his inexplicable emotions and whispered, "Your Highness... can you please let this wolf retreat first?"

Yan Sikong held the dagger tightly, not caring about his image and wishing he could embed himself into the wall. It was really funny and pitiful. Feng Ye held back his laughter, a hint of teasing flashed in his eyes. He reached out and touched the wolf's head: "What do you mean by 'this wolf'? Its name is Feng Hun, and it's my younger brother."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said, "Can you please allow His Highness Fenghun to leave for now?"

"We drank milk from a she-wolf." Feng Ye hugged Feng Hun's neck, "Isn't it majestic?"

“…Impressive.”

Feng Hun stretched out his thick fleshy claws, pulled Feng Ye's hand off his neck, and then continued to sit upright.

"I let it watch you, why are you so scared?" Feng Ye sneered, "Weren't you very brave before?"

"What advice do you have, Your Highness?" Yan Sikong felt it was a bit embarrassing to cower in the corner, so he stood up by holding the wall.

Feng Ye snorted heavily: "I haven't asked you yet, but you dare to question me."

"Your Highness, what do you want to ask me?" What happened that day was too shocking and he had lost his temper.

Feng Ye paused and said, "I will ask you three questions. If you answer them well, I will let it go."

"I will answer truthfully."

Yan Sikong's official tone was very irritating to his ears. Feng Ye frowned and said, "Did you give Xue Bo some advice on that spring hunt and help me tame the wild horse?"

"yes."

"If I don't look for you, when are you going to look for me?"

“…”

Feng Ye said unkindly: "Speak."

"I heard that His Royal Highness refused to let in all visitors. I guessed that His Royal Highness did not like to be disturbed, so I did not dare to be rude."

Feng Ye narrowed his eyes: "Feng Hun, come closer."

"Don't..." Yan Sikong shrank back to the corner in fear.

Feng Hun stood up, walked towards Yan Sikong, and stopped a few steps in front of him.

Yan Sikong looked at the huge wolf head so close to him, the white eyes, and the clearly visible silver-gray hair. His breathing became extremely cautious. The closer he got, the more he could feel how huge and powerful Feng Hun was. Is this really a wolf?

Feng Ye crossed his arms and looked at Yan Sikong: "The last question, if I don't like the answer, you can just stay in the room with it today."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and angrily scolded Feng Ye in his heart: "Your Highness...Excuse me."

A sharp light suddenly flashed in Feng Ye's eyes: "If you didn't die that year, why didn't you come to find me!"

Yan Sikong froze for a moment, then stared quietly into Feng Ye's eyes from a distance.

Their eyes collided in the air, and it was hard to describe what the emotion was at that moment.

"Tell me, after your family's misfortune, my father specially sent someone to Guangning to pick you up. When he learned that you were exiled to the northwest, he sent people to look for you, but they said that you had died in the quarry..."

"What's the point of looking for you!" Yan Sikong suddenly yelled.

Feng Ye was stunned.

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye, his eyes red.

He had nothing left. His father was wrongly beheaded, and his brother was exiled and died in a foreign land. When he used the money he earned with his life to look for Yuan Nanyu, he received the cold news of his death. At that moment, he knew that all that kept him alive was hatred, only hatred.

He never expected that after so many years, someone would expose his scars to his face.

It already hurts so much.

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong with a gloomy look.

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and said tremblingly: "Datong... is too far away."

When he was most desperate, he had thought about going to Datong to find Feng Ye, but when he saw Yuan Weiling's engagement being broken off and people who had been friends with the Yuan family shunning them, he lost his courage. Datong was too far away, and people's hearts were too far away. The road he had to take was full of thorns and blood, and he was destined to walk alone for the rest of his life.

Feng Ye was silent for a moment, patted Feng Hun on the back, and Feng Hun turned around and left.

Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Ye said in a muffled voice: "Come to me, at least I won't let you suffer."

Yan Sikong felt a little warm in his heart and said softly, "Thank you, Your Highness."

There was an awkward silence between the two.

After all, we haven't seen each other for ten years. A lot has changed. Now we are officials in the same dynasty. The difference in status is unavoidable, and we can no longer be as recklessly close as we were when we were children.

Feng Ye said: "Come here."

Yan Sikong said hesitantly: "I still have..."

Feng Ye said domineeringly: "I asked you to follow me, why are you so scared by Feng Hun that your legs are weak?"

Yan Sikong had no choice but to follow.

Feng Ye led him through the winding carved corridors, the green tiles and red roofs, and the deep courtyard. This newly purchased Feng family mansion was truly magnificent.

From a distance, Yan Sikong smelled a very familiar smell - the smell of horse feces.

Feng Ye brought him to the stable.

Yan Sikong felt a little hopeful, wondering if he would be able to see that rare horse soon.

Sure enough, when the two approached the stable, they saw the fiery red Tianshan horse king leisurely eating grass. It occupied four troughs, and the other horses stayed away from it.

Yan Sikong walked forward, but did not get too close, fearing that he would be kicked. He just exclaimed, "What a great horse."

Feng Ye grabbed a carrot and stuffed it into the horse king's mouth, stroking its mane. He looked at Yan Sikong standing cautiously a foot away and said mockingly, "Come here, it doesn't bite."

Yan Sikong walked over, stretched out his hand carefully, and touched the horse's face. The horse just rolled his eyes at him and continued chewing carrots as usual. Only then did he muster up courage and touched the horse king's back, abdomen, and thighs, feeling the power transmitted through his palms from the rock-hard muscles.

It is truly a gift from heaven that such a perfect horse exists in the world.

Yan Sikong asked: "What is its name?"

"I asked you to come here for this purpose." Feng Ye said, "I haven't thought of a name worthy of it yet, you can come up with it."

Yan Sikong thought for a moment and chanted: "Passing the cup is like a young hero, with white hair and drunkenness, it is better to call it 'Drunk Red'."

I only wish that I could stay young forever and get drunk on red wine.

"'Zuihong'." Feng Ye's eyes lit up, "Drinking like a teenager, this is a good name."

Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye's handsome face, smiled faintly and said sincerely: "Only Your Highness has the heroic spirit of lying drunk on the battlefield, and only Your Highness's warhorse deserves the name of immortality."

Feng Ye's eyes sparkled, brighter than the stars, and he smiled proudly: "You are still so good at talking. I will take you for a run someday, and drive Zuihong for a run. After all, I was able to get this magical horse, and you have done a great job."

"Thank you, Your Highness. I am very busy and may be unable to..."

Feng Ye suddenly lowered his head and came closer. Yan Sikong was startled and dodged. Feng Ye's face was so close that he could even feel the warm breath coming from his nose. He only heard Feng Ye's teasing voice: "Why have you become so short?"

Yan Sikong said helplessly: "Your Highness has grown taller."

"You can't beat me."

"Your Highness smiled."

"Where's the dagger I gave you?"

Yan Sikong said sadly: "I pawned it to make a living."

When he was driven out of the house by Yuan Shaoxu, he actually went back secretly. He pawned the dagger given to him by Feng Ye for fifty taels of silver and gave it to Yuan Weiling, asking her to take her family and leave Guangning as soon as possible.

Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "You have already forgotten the agreement we made back then."

Yan Sikong's body trembled slightly. He lowered his head to hide the throbbing in his eyes and said softly, "I have encountered misfortunes. Many things... I can't remember clearly."

Feng Ye looked at him disappointedly: "Forget it, I don't blame you."

Yan Sikong couldn't help but smile slightly, and Feng Ye's awkward yet cute little round face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Being able to see him again and knowing that he is safe and has not been forgotten by him is already... enough. After all, there are probably not many people in this world who remember 'Yuan Sikong'.

"Are you hungry? Come and have dinner with me."

"Your subordinate..."

"Whatever I tell you to do..." Feng Ye pointed at him with his finger, "Just do it, and stop talking nonsense."

Yan Sikong thought to himself, Feng Ye probably hasn't changed much.

They came to the courtyard, where a large locust tree cast a green shade. The tree was full of locust flowers in full bloom. The spring breeze blew gently, and the pink and white petals fluttered in the wind, spreading all over the ground like silk and cotton. The faint fragrance permeated the air, as if they were surrounded by fairy air.

Under the tree, a table of food and wine had already been prepared. Xue Bo stood beside the table and smiled at them. Not far away, Feng Hun was leaning against the tree trunk and taking a nap.

This peaceful scene is still fresh in Yan Sikong's memory many years later, even though the reality has changed beyond all recognition.

The two of them walked forward, and Xue Bochong bowed to Yan Sikong and said, "Master Yan, I apologize for offending you last night. I hope you will forgive me."

"It was you last night?" Yan Sikong was a little surprised. This Xue Bo looked so ordinary, but he actually had some amazing kung fu skills.

Xue Bo smiled and said, "If you still feel unwell, you can drink a bowl of this chicken soup to moisten your heart and lungs."

"I'm fine." Yan Sikong glanced at Feng Ye, but seeing that the culprit had no shame at all, he could do nothing.

Feng Ye sat down. Yan Sikong refused to turn his back to Feng Hun, so he sat next to Feng Ye. Feng Ye saw through his intentions and mocked him, "Are you so afraid of it? Feng Hun grew up with me, so he's very spiritual."

"Since it is a spiritual beast, we should be more respectful of it." Yan Sikong thought, after all, it is a beast, what if it goes crazy and bites people.

Feng Ye smiled and said, "Uncle Xue, pour the wine."

Yan Sikong felt a little scared when he saw Xue Bo pick up the wine jar and fill it with two bowls of wine. Although he could hold his liquor well, drinking heavily in broad daylight was like being a playboy and was not proper.

Xue Bo poured the wine and left.

"How much alcohol can you drink?" Feng Ye picked up the wine bowl and held it in front of Yan Sikong.

“It’s OK.”

"Oh, then you lose to me again." Feng Ye forced the wine bowl into his hand and ordered, "Fuck."

Yan Sikong smiled helplessly, covered his face with his sleeves, raised his head and gulped down the whole bowl of wine, then wiped his mouth: "Hmm, the best cold pond fragrance."

Feng Ye looked at the clean wine bowl in Yan Sikong's hand and his face changed slightly.

"Your Highness, please."

Feng Ye curled his lips, raised the bowl, and drank lavishly. His Adam's apple rolling up and down vigorously seemed to be full of vitality just like him.

After a bowl of dry wine, Feng Ye laughed proudly, "Good wine!" He lifted the wine jar with one hand and filled two more bowls, then stared straight into Yan Sikong's eyes, "Tell me about your ten years."