The next morning, the two set out from Lingwu Villa and headed for the top of the mountain. Servants followed behind them and prepared food and water for them.

Halfway up the mountain, Feng Ye pulled out a leather rope from his collar. On the rope hung a small horn made of milky white animal bones, only a finger long and extremely delicate. He held it between his lips and blew it. The sound made by the small object was quite loud, sharp and piercing, and immediately echoed throughout half of the valley.

Yan Sikong asked: "Are you summoning the sealed soul?"

"That's right." Feng Ye opened his palm and looked at the horn. "This is made from a piece of my wet nurse's leg bone. I've carried it with me for many years."

"You have a strange bond with the wolf tribe."

"Our Feng family has worshipped wolves for generations. Wolves are loyal, aloof, tough, and strong." Feng Ye smiled faintly, "Wolves are our teachers."

After waiting for a while, Feng Hun came out of the jungle. When he got closer, he could even feel the ground under his feet shaking slightly.

Yan Sikong found that he was not so afraid of Feng Hun anymore, probably because Feng Hun no longer looked at him as if he were his prey.

The two men and the wolf continued walking up the mountain.

Yan Sikong asked casually: "How did its eyes get hurt?"

Feng Ye stroked Feng Hun's back and said, "When we were kids, we went to the mountains to play. In order to save me, it was scratched by a black bear."

“One glance is good, it is clear and you can focus more.”

Feng Ye grabbed the fur on Feng Hun's neck and said with a smile, "Hun'er, he is praising you."

Feng Hun looked back at Yan Sikong, then turned away and continued walking with his head held high. Yan Sikong couldn't help but laugh.

It is spring in the mountains, with lush grass and flying birds. All you can see are red flowers and green willows, and all you can taste is the refreshing sweet aroma that makes you feel very good.

Feng Ye was like a child today, playing with Feng Hun all the way, which made Yan Sikong couldn't help laughing. Sometimes he even felt that he was really taking his friends out for an outing in the warm weather, and temporarily forgot that his real purpose was to visit the Jingshan Camp.

Feng Ye and Feng Hun were tired from playing, so they returned to Yan Sikong, their faces flushed and full of energy: "Are you tired?"

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "I'm not tired, but I think you are tired."

"I'm not tired." Feng Ye blinked, "If you feel tired, I can carry you on my back."

"Do you think I'm a weak woman?"

"Of course not." Feng Ye bumped him with his shoulder, "I feel sorry for you."

Yan Sikong ignored him.

"Feng Hun has occupied this mountain, this mountain is mine." Feng Ye said proudly, "Every blade of grass and every tree on this mountain belongs to me, Feng Ye, including you." He said with a smile, "Now that you have come to my mountain, you can stay here and be my wife."

Yan Sikong couldn't help but chuckled: "Stop it. Let me ask you, if you really occupy the mountain and become the king, how will you deploy your troops when there are powerful enemies outside?"

"Are you testing me?" Feng Ye raised his eyebrows.

"yes."

Feng Ye smiled complacently: "If we march here, we should stay in the mountains and valleys. If we station troops here, we should find a high place to stay. But we can't concentrate the regular troops to camp. We should send a special force to stay near the road to coordinate with the troops near and far to prevent siege and not cut off the retreat route."

"Okay." Yan Sikong pointed to the distance, "But you see, the valley here is strange. If you enter the mountain from the south, it will be in the shape of a skylight. If you must pass through this place, what should you do?"

Feng Ye stood on a low rock and looked into the distance for a while. Then he hooked a small stone with one foot, caught it steadily in his hand, squatted down and began to draw the terrain on the low rock.

Yan Sikong stood aside and was more and more surprised the more he looked. Feng Ye only looked at it for a moment and he actually replicated the terrain very well. Even the proportions between the mountains and the roads were almost the same.

After Feng Ye finished painting, he grinned and said, "You are a scholar who only knows how to talk about military affairs on paper, and you dare to test me? Come, I will explain it to you. The shape of this patio is extremely dangerous. If you are ambushed here, you will be in danger of death, but it is not unbreakable..." He slowly explained his method of marching and deploying troops.

"...I don't think it's a good idea. If the enemy sets up an ambush here, we can break through your front and rear and defeat them with our divided forces..."

"…When the soldiers know they have no way to retreat, their morale will be high. At this time, they can launch a surprise attack with surprise troops to form a siege…"

The two men expressed their opinions and discussed military affairs on the rough and uneven stone. Yan Sikong had read countless books and was conservative in his use of troops. He always adhered to Sun Tzu's core concept of "winning first and then fighting." Feng Ye was also well-read in military books, but he was unable to restrain his wild and beastly heart. He dared to take risks without violating the universal military tactics. Although the two had many similar views, they also had significant differences.

Feng Hun watched from the side for a while, and finally just lay down on the ground and took a nap out of boredom.

The two argued until noon, and their mouths were dry. They stopped only when the attendant came up to ask them if they wanted to have lunch.

The stone had been scratched beyond recognition. The two men smiled at each other. Although neither of them could convince the other, drinking with good friends is never enough. It was refreshing to be able to have such a hearty discussion.

Yan Sikong said helplessly: "I didn't feel tired even when climbing the mountain, but I am tired after talking non-stop for an hour."

"You deserve it." Feng Ye urged, "Eat your meal quickly."

The servant had already set up a low table. Although they were in the wild, they had a tent and a mat on the ground, and the dishes were still exquisite. They were both very hungry and started to eat heartily.

Yan Sikong suddenly asked, "Do you still have the military book I gave you?"

Feng Ye paused, then looked at him with a smile: "You finally remembered to ask me. I thought you had forgotten this too."

"I wrote the annotations to that military book word by word. It took a lot of effort. How could I forget it?"

"I kept it." Feng Ye said, "I started to learn to speak at the age of four, and I learned to read at the age of five. At that time, the teacher taught me the art of war. I could memorize it but I didn't necessarily understand what it meant. I just wanted to be able to answer it when my father tested me. The military book you gave me is easy to understand and has benefited me a lot."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "In that case, I am honored."

Feng Ye looked at him deeply: "I can never forget you, maybe it has something to do with this."

Yan Sikong didn't dare to look directly into those naked and sincere eyes for a moment, and his eyes flickered.

"You were always special, whether it was when I was a child or now."

Yan Sikong lowered his eyes and said, "Let's eat. We have been climbing for a long time and haven't reached the top yet."

After dinner, the two continued on their journey. This time there was no delay and they successfully reached the top of the mountain.

The stationed troops must value yang and despise yin. The yang side has sufficient sunlight and the soldiers are less likely to get sick. Therefore, the Jingshan camp is on the south side and can only be seen by climbing to the top.

When Yan Sikong stood on a high place and looked down, he saw a tent every 100 steps and a fire tower every 50 steps, radiating out in a circle with the central army tent as the center. There were multiple checkpoints around the soldiers and fodder. Two miles to the west was a river, which was enough for the camp to get water. This camp was well-organized and the location was noteworthy. One could tell at a glance that the general leading the troops was really capable.

"General Zhao's reputation is well-deserved." Yan Sikong said confidently.

Feng Ye nodded: "There are few decent generals left in Da Sheng, and General Zhao is one of them."

Yan Sikong recalled that Zhao Fuyi led troops to aid Guangning and was very impressed with Yuan Mao. He even promised to ask the emperor for a reward on Yuan Mao's behalf when he returned to Beijing. No one knew whether he actually went to ask for a reward or not. Perhaps it was irrelevant to the outcome.

"He was the one who led the troops from the capital to aid Guangning, right?" Feng Ye asked, "Have you seen him?"

"It was just a chance encounter."

Feng Ye saw that he didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Yan Sikong stared at the camp intently, wondering if there was any change in the capital, how long would it take for the main garrison to gather and enter the city to provide protection?

"Feng Ye, what are you doing in the camp?"

Feng Ye's face darkened: "They only allow me to train the troops. They won't let me show my abilities here."

"That's true."

"It's better than being idle." Feng Ye looked into the distance blankly, "I wonder how long this will last, ten years? Twenty years?"

"You must have faith in King Jingyuan. If he can quell the rebellion, you will be able to soar to the sky and the sea."

"I hope so."

These words were just consolation, and they both knew it. If they considered it from the perspective of the Feng family, perhaps it would be better to have a peaceful and peaceful society, because then Da Sheng would need the Feng family. Otherwise, with Feng Jianping's achievements, no emperor could sit on the throne securely.

"We finally got here, why not bask in the sun here?"

"Okay."

The two men sat on the ground, and the servants immediately put a low table on the table, lit a fire, boiled water, and made tea for them.

Feng Ye said to the two attendants, "You go down the mountain first, we will go down by ourselves later."

"I'm worried that the prince is lost."

“Once I’ve walked this way, I’ll never get lost.”

"It is chilly in the mountains at night. It is better for the prince and Lord Yan to leave the mountain before dark. I will withdraw first."

Feng Ye waved his hand.

After the attendant left, Feng Ye replaced the wine with tea and touched Yan Sikong's cup: "It was originally a tryst between you and me, and it would feel awkward to have him join us."

Yan Sikong laughed: "What kind of tryst is this?"

"I said it is what it is." Feng Ye smiled evilly, "Why, are you nervous again?"

"Why should I be nervous?" Yan Sikong took a sip of tea calmly. "Lingfeng is the top of the mountain, and you can see far into the distance. It makes people feel open-minded. Take a sip of tea, and I feel relaxed."

Feng Ye echoed, "Free."

The two chatted while drinking until the tea had lost its flavor and it was getting dark, then they decided to go down the mountain.

Just as the attendant said, as the sun set, the temperature dropped drastically. It was already cool in the mountains, but now it felt cold.

What was even more bizarre was that the weather had been clear for over a month, but it suddenly started to rain without warning, and it came heavily, soon turning into a curtain of rain. The rain came so fast that the two of them could only hide under a tree, but it was of little use, as they were soaked to the skin.

Feng Hun looked up at the sky, turned around and ran away.

Yan Sikong's eyes widened in disbelief: "It, it left us to hide from the rain?"

"Nonsense, it found a place for us to hide from the rain." Feng Ye put his hand on Yan Sikong's head. Thinking that God was so disrespectful to him, he suddenly felt angry.

"It's just a little rain, it's okay." Yan Sikong wiped the water off his face and said so, but the feeling of his wet and cold clothes getting wet and his head and face were all wet, only he knew how it felt.

They stood there awkwardly in the rain, not knowing whether to leave or stay. The road ahead was flat, but there was no shade either.

Yan Sikong raised his head and saw Feng Ye's hand covering his head. His heart suddenly felt warm and he teased, "Why are you still covering it? It's already wet." He pulled Feng Ye's arm down.

The two looked at each other's ferocious looks, and after a moment of silence, they suddenly burst into laughter, trying to find joy in the midst of suffering, and actually seemed to have tasted a little sweetness.

After a while, Feng Hun came back and called out to them.

The two understood and hurriedly followed. Feng Hun ran neither fast nor slow, and it seemed that he had already gotten used to the speed of humans.

Feng Hun led the two of them up a winding mountain road and finally found a low cave.

The cave was shallow and small, and an adult could not stand in it, but the dryness was extremely tempting to the two of them at that moment.

They crouched down and crawled in, while Fenghun lay at the entrance of the cave and began to lick his fur tirelessly.

Sitting on the dry soil, both of them breathed a sigh of relief. They were soaked to the skin, as if they had just been pulled out of the water. A cool breeze blew past them, and they shivered.

Feng Ye said, "Take off your clothes, I'll make a fire and warm yourself up." Then he began to take off his clothes.

Yan Sikong watched Feng Ye take off his clothes with disdainful eyes, and was immediately shocked. That was not the body of a teenage boy. Whether it was the scars of all sizes or the strong and muscular body, Feng Ye, who was wearing clothes, seemed to still have the thinness of a young boy who had not yet grown up, but he did not expect to be so strong without clothes.

Feng Ye suddenly paused, turned his head sharply, and caught Yan Sikong's gaze.

Yan Sikong was unable to dodge and could only pretend to be calm: "You have so many injuries..."

Feng Ye rolled his shoulders and said nonchalantly, "It's inevitable that you won't get hurt when marching and fighting."

Yan Sikong felt a little strange. He had actually always wanted to ask about Feng Lie, but he didn't want others to ask about Yuan Mao. Unless Feng Ye brought it up himself, he would just pretend he didn't know.

Feng Ye threw his clothes on the ground, left his upper body naked, half squatted down, looked at the wet Yan Sikong, and smiled, "Aren't you going to take it off?"

Yan Sikong's Adam's apple slid up and down. Although he was extremely smart, he didn't know how to answer at this moment.

"Or do you just like watching me take off my clothes?" Feng Ye said as he unbuttoned his pants.