Jingshan is not far from the imperial city. A fast horse can reach it in an hour. A carriage is a little slower and arrives at around noon.

Yan Sikong got off the carriage and looked around: "Is it possible to see the Jingshan Camp from here?"

"We can see it when we get to the top of the mountain." Feng Ye stretched his muscles. "There is a pasture at the foot of the mountain where you can run horses. Zuihong is there. There is a summer resort on the mountain that only entertains royal relatives. It will be just you and me for the next two days. The fruits and vegetables are plump and delicious. You will definitely be able to feast on them."

Yan Sikong looked up and saw a section of flying eaves exposed in the area covered with grass and trees halfway up the mountain.

"Let's go, they should be ready for lunch."

Yan Sikong did not move, and asked hesitantly: "His Highness Fenghun is also in the manor?"

Feng Ye was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud: "Are you that afraid of it?"

Yan Sikong thought that the giant wolf could eat people alive, and who wouldn't be afraid? He coughed lightly and said, "Except for the people around you, it's not often that you encounter wolves." It was such a big wolf.

"Don't worry, I've sent it to the back mountain. It can't stand being cooped up in the mansion all day." Feng Ye hugged Yan Sikong's shoulders, "It's my brother. It won't bite you. Don't be afraid. You'll get to know it in the next two days."

“No need.”

“Hahahaha——” Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong along, “Let’s go.”

The two of them hiked up the mountain. The manor wasn't very high, but Yan Sikong was still panting after climbing the stairs, while Feng Ye only broke out in a little sweat.

Several servants and a steward-like person were already standing at the gate of the manor. When they saw Feng Ye, they all bowed and said, "Welcome, His Royal Highness."

Yan Sikong looked up and saw a lacquered red plaque hanging above the door lintel, with four large gold-inlaid characters inscribed on it: Lingwu Villa.

The characters are vigorous and powerful, with strong spirit and insight, and cannot be written by an ordinary person.

Yan Sikong said happily: "Is this Mr. Daogong's handwriting?"

The steward smiled and said, "Lord Yan has a good eye. That's right. Back then, Mr. Daogong was invited by the King of Chu to visit here and left these four characters."

Mr. Daogong was a military historian in the reign of Emperor Ningzong of Sheng. He was very talented, but because of his upright character and outspoken advice, Emperor Ningzong disliked him and sent him to Guizhou, a poor and disaster-ridden place, which was almost like exile. In the same year, Emperor Ningzong of Sheng lost the crucial Hetao region, and the Great Sheng Dynasty began to decline from then on. Mr. Daogong's advice was related to the Hetao region.

Although he is dead now, his integrity and talent have not been forgotten.

Yan Sikong sighed in his heart, Emperor Ningzong of Sheng lost the Hetao area to the Oirat Mongols, Emperor Zhaowu abandoned Liao and sent it north to the Jin Kingdom, and now the Great Sheng is facing internal and external troubles, and this father and son "have made an indelible contribution".

Feng Ye said: "My father also told me about this man, saying that he is a rare good official."

Yan Sikong sighed softly.

The steward led them in. The manor was built against a mountain, with layers of green hills, beautiful vegetation and flowing water and small bridges in the courtyard. Every pavilion was as exquisite as a palace of laurel and orchids, hidden in the middle of the mountain, like a fairyland.

A sumptuous feast of wine and food had been prepared in the manor, and musicians were playing beautiful music.

"Eat more. When you're full, we can go hiking, horseback riding, or fishing." Feng Ye said, "I know you've been exhausted from studying history lately. Take a good rest these two days."

Yan Sikong felt warm inside. It had been a long time since anyone had cared about him so much. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Thank you."

"Yo, you finally smiled." Feng Ye teased, "You no longer look like you're afraid that I'll eat you."

Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows: "Feng Ye, I have never been afraid of you."

"Really?" Feng Ye suddenly approached him, admiring his calm and beautiful eyes, and smiled, "Not bad, my people, you still have to have this courage."

Yan Sikong picked up a piece of tender bamboo shoots and said, "Let's eat." If he just teased Feng Ye from time to time, he could still handle it. He had a feeling, not sure if it was accurate, that Feng Ye needed his company, but how to accompany him didn't seem to be very important.

Just like that arrogant and domineering child back then, he also longed for a playmate.

He hoped he was right.

——

After dinner, Yan Sikong asked Feng Ye to take him to see the Jingshan Camp.

"Why do you want to see the camp?"

"As a court official, what's wrong with taking a look at the garrison camp? I'm not going in, I'm just looking at it from the mountain."

"You can't see it from here. We need to go to the top of the mountain. How about I take you to the top tomorrow morning?"

"Okay."

"Let's go horseback riding." Feng Ye said with a smile, "You want to ride Zuihong, right?"

Yan Sikong said honestly: "I do."

"Walk!"

When going down the mountain, Yan Sikong asked a few questions about the situation in the Jingshan camp. Feng Ye seemed unwilling to say more and asked him what birthday gift he had prepared for the emperor.

"It's just a clumsy work." Yan Sikong asked back, "What about you?"

"Uncle Xue has gone to prepare. I am too lazy to think about it." Feng Ye curled his lips. "What's the point of mobilizing troops just to celebrate a birthday? It would be more appropriate to use the money spent on the birthday to buy some armor for the soldiers and exchange it for some grain."

Yan Sikong said in a deep voice: "That's right." Emperor Zhaowu was extravagant and indulged in pleasure every day. If there were no sober people supporting him, the country would have changed hands long ago.

"You must have spent a lot of effort on compiling history. Is this revision to whitewash the Battle of Hetao and the Battle of Liaobei?"

Yan Sikong could not help but sneer: "The new history has not yet been made public, and you have already guessed it." Hetao and Liaoning were the most shameful achievements of these two generations of emperors. Emperor Zhaowu was in power, and naturally could not tolerate the people of the world blaming him and his father, so he demanded a major revision of the history, which was actually a tampering and changing of the history to save some face for the royal family.

From this we can see that although Emperor Zhaowu was incompetent, he was very concerned about his reputation, so he believed that there was something to be done in this new history. He did not expect that the opportunity would come so quickly and so early. Even if this matter would involve him to some extent, he would not miss the opportunity to eliminate a member of Xie Zhongren's party.

"Who wouldn't have guessed it?" Feng Ye narrowed his eyes, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes, "If my father had been born twenty years earlier, Hetao would definitely not have been lost."

Yan Sikong looked into the distance with a blank gaze and whispered, "That's right, but there is only one King Jingyuan in the world."

"When the new history comes out, I will definitely go and see how the Hetao and Liaobei campaigns are compiled."

"Many people are waiting to read it." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "If the book has any mistakes, I won't be able to explain to the emperor. If the book is perfect, I won't be able to explain to future generations."

Feng Ye was silent for a moment, then said, "It's not easy for you either."

Yan Sikong shook his head and chuckled.

As they were talking, they had already walked to the foot of the mountain. There was indeed a grassland there, and a stable at the foot of the mountain. The horses in the small six-horse carriage were also eating grass there.

Feng Ye ordered: "Go and get Zuihong out."

Xiaoliu received the order and soon pulled out the domineering horse king from the stable.

Yan Sikong walked forward and stroked the shiny fur with undisguised affection: "Even if you are on the pasture, don't feed it all green grass. At least half of it should be dry grass, otherwise it will gain weight too easily and it won't be lean meat."

Xiao Liu said, "Don't worry, Lord Yan. My prince has transferred a horse trainer from the palace."

"Get on the horse, I'll take you for a run."

Yan Sikong's eyes lit up and he stepped on the stirrups to mount the horse. Feng Ye then flipped over and easily grabbed Yan Sikong's waist.

Yan Sikong's body immediately stiffened.

Feng Ye, however, grasped his waist tightly and pressed it against his chest, while smiling ambiguously in his ear: "Are you scared now?"

Yan Sikong frowned and asked, "Do you think this is interesting?"

Feng Ye chuckled twice and let go of his arm: "Forget it, you didn't provoke me today, so I won't provoke you either."

"When did I offend you?"

"You hugged a prostitute and drank wine, and you still asked me when I was offended?" Feng Ye pulled the reins, and Zuihong ran lightly. "I have a bad temper, but I didn't get angry with you because I didn't want to scare you."

Yan Sikong mocked, "Then I really have to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Suddenly, something wet and warm touched Yan Sikong's earlobe, followed by a slight stinging pain.

"You..." Yan Sikong dodged greatly and almost fell off his horse.

Feng Ye quickly grabbed his waist, licked his sharp white wolf fangs, and said with a wicked smile: "Call my name, if you call it wrong, I will punish you, I mean what I say."

Yan Si was very upset. Feng Ye was right, power was a good thing. He didn't even dare to say bad things to Feng Ye. Looking around the world, there were probably not many people who dared to do so.

Feng Ye rested his chin on Yan Sikong's shoulder: "Do you remember when you took me horse racing like this when we were little?"

Yan Sikong calmed down his emotions and nodded: "Remember." How nice it would be if time could freeze at that moment.

"I was actually not convinced at that time, and I still wanted you to lead me." Feng Ye said with a smile, "I thought, one day I will lead you like this." He suddenly pinched the horse's belly hard and shouted, "Drive!"

Zuihong's four hooves flew and he ran with big strides.

Yan Sikong's body leaned back uncontrollably into Feng Ye's arms. The chest behind him was broad and solid, and even the warmth emanating from it was full of vitality and energy. Apart from other things, this embrace really gave him a full sense of security. In his memory, only two people had given him such a chest, one was Feng Ye, and the other, who eventually became his lifelong pain.

Zuihong ran faster and faster, turning into a streak of fiery red lightning, flying over the shallow grass and galloping between heaven and earth.

Yan Sikong only felt the wind whistling past his ears, scratching his cheeks. He had never ridden such a fast horse before. The scenery on both sides kept flying behind him. His eyes could hardly focus on what he saw. This was with two people on his back. If there was only one person on his back, how fast could Zuihong run? !

Feng Ye laughed: "How is it? Can you still bear it?"

Yan Sikong shouted: "Why can't I bear it!"

Feng Ye whipped the horse's buttocks and said, "Drive!"

Zuihong crossed his four hooves madly and charged forward happily.

Yan Sikong gripped the horse's belly tightly and pulled the reins. His facial features had been distorted by the wind, but his eyes became more excited.

Suddenly, a black shadow jumped out from the right side. Yan Sikong looked back and found that it was Feng Hun who had come down the mountain at some point!

Feng Ye shouted, "Hun'er, follow me!"

The silver-grey one-eyed giant wolf followed closely behind it with the momentum of hunting prey, and pursued it relentlessly.

A horse and a wolf, one in front and one behind, were running madly on the grassland, as if they were about to charge into the formation.

Yan Sikong suddenly felt a surge of heroic spirit in his heart and couldn't help but recall the past.

Back then, Feng Ye was half a head shorter than him and had to curl up in his arms to keep his balance while running fast. Back then, he was still a young man full of vigor and vitality, with great ambitions to surpass the clouds.

It seemed as if at this moment he was pieced together into fragments, and could barely recall a few things.

Feng Ye held Yan Sikong's waist tightly with one hand, and his voice floated in the wind, like a dream: "I don't believe you have forgotten the promise we made."

Yan Sikong's eyes became hot and he couldn't help wanting to cry.