Because the Luoyang Army had gone ahead and collected food and fodder from the Central Plains first, the Jingshan Garrison led by Zhao Fuyi only prepared marching fodder, saving the consumption of transporting food for thousands of miles. They moved very quickly and arrived in the two lakes area earlier than expected.

The Luoyang Army was only forty miles away from them. Zhao Fuyi handed the task of setting up the camp to Feng Ye, and went to meet the commander-in-chief of the Luoyang Army with his deputy general and personal guards.

Although Feng Ye was young, he was extremely dignified in the army, not only because of his status, but also because of his strict rules and regulations, strict military discipline, clear rewards and punishments, and he knew everything about the military affairs, big and small. He could even "foresee" many mistakes and omissions and give more brilliant insights on military affairs. This was because he had grown up in a barracks of an army of 200,000 and had personally fought against the most fierce and brave enemies in the world. His knowledge was so extensive and deep that sometimes even Zhao Fuyi could not compare to him.

Yan Sikong was originally worried that Feng Ye would do something "inappropriate" in the army. After all, Feng Ye was unruly and unrestrained in private. He said whatever he wanted to say and did whatever he wanted to do, without ever caring about others.

What made him happy was that Feng Ye was very strict in the army. He ordered his soldiers to abide by the military regulations and set an example himself. During the march of more than ten days, except for occasionally sending some extra food to Yan Sikong and saying a few teasing words, he did not do anything out of line.

On this day, Zhao Fuyi went to see the commander of Luoyang, Feng Ye inspected the soldiers setting up camp, and Yan Sikong recorded the various military affairs of the day. Only when everything was arranged did Feng Ye "invite" Yan Sikong to have dinner in his tent.

Xue Bo put down his simple meal and wanted to come up to help Feng Ye take off his armor, but Feng Ye waved his hand, motioning him to go out.

Xue Bole laughed and retreated respectfully.

Feng Ye spread out his hands and blinked at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong shook his head helplessly, walked over and helped Feng Ye take off his armor.

Feng Ye lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "On the day of the expedition, I said I wanted to take off your riding gear myself, but unfortunately I never had the chance."

Yan Sikong took off his shoulder armor and said with a smile: "Fortunately, you know the importance of this matter."

"I know the severity of the situation, but that doesn't mean I don't want to." Feng Ye used his newly freed right arm to hold Yan Sikong's waist, "So I have no choice but to let you take off my armor as a consolation."

"What kind of consolation is this?" Yan Sikong said with a smirk, "I think you just want to show off in front of me."

"Am I not majestic in front of you?" Feng Ye retracted his powerful arms, pushed Yan Sikong into his arms, and licked his earlobe gently: "This consolation is indeed not enough. I really want to strip you naked, press you into the tent, and then..."

Yan Sikong reached his hand into the gap of the breastplate, pinched his waist, and scolded with a smile: "Shut up."

"Then I will hold you down and give you a good beating. Then this military tent will rock like a boat on the water, carrying you and me to the Wushan Mountains for lovemaking."

"Feng Ye." Yan Sikong took off his breastplate, put his fist on his chest, and drilled it hard. "I think you are getting more and more outrageous."

Feng Ye's hand slid from his waist to his hips, pinching them playfully: "I haven't finished yet, can't you just let me satisfy my desire to speak?" His lips lingered on his lips, "...You scream so beautifully when you are passionate, what will the soldiers outside think when they see and hear it? Well... I really want to hear it, why don't you scream twice in my ear?"

Yan Sikong stepped on the back of Feng Ye's foot.

Feng Ye cried out in pain.

Yan Sikong sneered and said, "Listen, you are pretty good at calling yourself."

Feng Ye pouted and complained: "Kong'er, I miss you."

"I'm right in front of you." Yan Sikong finally took off his armor and hung them aside.

"It's in front of me, but I can't eat it." Feng Ye said frustratedly.

Yan Sikong pulled him over and knelt in front of the low table: "Hurry up and eat."

Feng Ye stared at Yan Sikong, his eyes aggrieved and eager: "I see you don't miss me at all."

Yan Sikong held back his laughter, moved closer to him, gently stroked his cheek, and then whispered, "I miss you, too. When I miss you... my body feels very hot."

Feng Ye's eyes lit up, and he immediately showed his joy, but then he pretended to be angry and said, "Don't tease me anymore, eat your meal."

"Hey, what do you want?" Yan Sikong said with a hint of sarcasm, "The prince is really hard to please."

Feng Ye blocked his lips and plundered them fiercely: "I told you long ago, if you dare to call me prince in private, I will kiss you."

Yan Sikong's chest rose and fell vigorously, staring at Feng Ye's eyebrows and eyes, and called softly, "Prince."

Feng Ye just felt his head getting hot, and he leaned over and pressed Yan Sikong down on the bamboo couch, blocking his lips again, sweeping his mouth with his lingering tongue. The wet, hot kiss instantly set fire to their bodies.

"If I keep calling... um... how long will you stop kissing me?" Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's neck and felt his body getting hot for a moment.

"Kiss you until you forget everything, and I am the only one in your heart and eyes." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's hair, his gentle eyes wandering between his handsome and elegant eyebrows, "Kong'er, am I the only one in your heart and eyes?"

"Of course it's only you." Yan Sikong's fingertips traced across Feng Ye's delicate cheeks, "No one can compare to you."

Feng Ye showed a satisfied smile, he kissed the tip of Yan Sikong's nose, and whispered: "It's ugly tonight, I'll wait for you in the back warehouse."

"This……"

"This is an order." Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's ear and said with a smile, "Your husband's order."

There were waves of emotion in Yan Sikong's eyes.

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After Zhao Fuyi returned from the Luoyang military base, he summoned the soldiers to discuss military affairs, and Yan Sikong took notes on the side.

Now the Luoyang Army is stationed thirty miles away from Kuizhou. They have hundreds of warships mobilized from the Huguang area, but neither the Luoyang Army nor the Jingshan Army is good at naval battles. If they want to capture Kuizhou, they must occupy the strategic location upstream of Kuizhou.

Now Kuizhou has Bao Yunyong and the original Kuizhou garrison, with a strength of more than 60,000, which is more than the total number of the rebellion-suppressing troops, not to mention the Jingzhou city behind, where King Liang is eyeing them covetously. Once Kuizhou is in trouble, King Liang will definitely come to support immediately. Now the enemy is defending and we are attacking, the enemy is numerous and we are few. Judging from the five factors and seven strategies before the battle in Sun Tzu's Art of War, they have almost no chance of winning. It would be best not to fight such a battle. However, with the rebels in front and the emperor's order behind, they have to fight.

Zhao Fuyi believed that the best strategy for the time being was to destroy the alliance between Bao Yunyong and King Liang, isolate Kuizhou, and then divide and conquer it.

The generals reconsidered their opinions one after another. Some proposed to sow discord, and some proposed to persuade those Kuizhou soldiers who had been persuaded to rebel. When there is a great reward, there will be brave men, and when there is great profit, there will be traitors. These strategies are all correct. The best strategy is to attack the enemy's plans, the next best is to attack their alliances, the next best is to attack their troops, and the worst is to attack their cities. Fighting is always the worst strategy after there is no more land left. Not fighting is the highest level of fighting.

Zhao Fuyi lived up to his reputation as a famous general of his time, and there were few useless people under his command. Yan Sikong was standing by, and although he was just a small clerk accompanying the army, he was as serious as the generals who wrote down the emperor's orders in the court. Because he kept thinking of the military discussions during the Guangning defense war, when his father was ready to die and defended the city with his life, while Han Zhaoxing's side had their own plans and everyone was in danger. The survival of the country and the fate of the people were entrusted to the generals at the moment of handing over the military order. It was a great fortune to meet a loyal and brave general, otherwise it would be a great sorrow.

Zhao Fuyi decided to send Liang Guang as an envoy first to enter the city to recruit Bao Yunyong. Of course, the recruitment was fake. They had already learned a lesson once. The emperor's private treasury silver was wasted, and Yang Yue lost his head for this. No one dared to recruit him again. Liang Guang was sent to alienate King Liang and Bao Yunyong, and to take the opportunity to bribe the original Kuizhou soldiers. The Kuizhou garrison was assassinated, so naturally many people were unwilling to rebel but had to. In addition, with the temptation of heavy money, Kuizhou should be able to be broken from the inside. Wasn't that how Bao Yunyong took Kuizhou in the first place?

After the meeting, the soldiers each performed their duties, some on night duty, some on rest. Yan Sikong did not forget the agreement with Feng Ye, and walked towards the warehouse with confidence - it was impossible for him to go there secretly, because there was a sentry post every fifty steps and a fire tower every hundred steps in the camp, and there were people patrolling day and night, which basically eliminated the possibility of the enemy attacking the camp at night.

When the night patrol saw Yan Sikong, he also gave an impeccable excuse - the prince asked him to go to the warehouse.

The rear warehouse was where the baggage was stored. Yan Sikong could see Feng Ye standing outside the warehouse waiting for him from a distance.

Yan Sikong's heartbeat quickened involuntarily. He stepped forward, bowed and said, "Prince."

Feng Ye smiled and said, "I have some questions about the list submitted by the treasurer a few days ago. Come in with me and I will check it again."

"……yes."

As soon as he entered the big tent, Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong over and kissed him hard on the lips: "Kong'er... I miss you..."

"Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong stroked the back of Feng Ye's neck with his slender fingers. He gently stuck out his tongue, actively hooked it around Feng Ye's tongue, and sucked it eagerly.

The two of them kissed and moved behind the baggage. Finally, Feng Ye pressed Yan Sikong against the wall of piled bedding and pulled his clothes.

"Gently, be gentle..."

"Tsk..." Feng Ye laughed softly, "This is as exciting as having an affair."

"This is not much better than having an affair. We are in the military camp." Yan Sikong's breathing became rapid.

"This is also the first time I've been so unrestrained. If my father knew about this..." Feng Ye turned Yan Sikong over with his back facing him, "He will definitely reward me with weapons." His tone was filled with secret joy.

"I think you deserve a beating." Yan Sikong felt Feng Ye unzip his waist belt, reach under the hem of his clothes, and pull down his underwear. The unrestrained pants slid all the way to his feet.

"For you, it's worth getting stabbed." Feng Ye bit the half of Yan Sikong's white shoulder that was exposed from his loose shirt.

"Huh..." Yan Sikong felt Feng Ye's hand reaching in.

Both of them were at an age of full vigor and vitality. They saw each other every day but could not touch each other, which really made them feel suffocated. Feng Ye omitted the tenderness and lifted his clothes, pressed his waist, and pushed in from behind.

Yan Sikong took a breath of cool air and felt a tingling sensation crawling up his spine, rushing straight to his brain, and finally spreading to his limbs and bones, making his whole body go limp.

Feng Ye moved impatiently, pouring all his thoughts and desires of the past few days into primitive release.

The two men were still wearing clothes on their upper bodies, only their lower bodies were in disarray. They did not dare to make too much noise, so they were particularly restrained in their movements and sounds. The extremely suppressed groans and collisions they emitted were even more imaginative.

The tense atmosphere of fear of being discovered lingered around them all the time, making everything more exciting. Under the deep contradiction between restraint and indulgence, pleasure violently collided in their bodies. They seemed to feel each other more clearly, and felt how wonderful and crazy it was to have someone who was in tune with their soul and body...