Feng Ye's hot lips kissed Yan Sikong from his cheek to his chest. The two of them pulled each other's clothes and caressed the exposed warm skin eagerly. The places that were touched ignited the fire of desire, which quickly spread throughout the body and burned away their rationality.

Yan Sikong grabbed Feng Ye's hair: "Feng Ye, let me see you..." He pursued Feng Ye's lips with his lips, kissed him hard, and pushed the tip of his tongue into his mouth, teasing the wet and nimble tongue.

While stroking Yan Sikong's fair and smooth skin, Feng Ye pulled down his trousers, and put his big hands under the hem of his clothes to rub Yan Sikong's eager penis.

Yan Sikong's hand also slid down and held Feng Ye's. The two of them exchanged each other's passionate gasps in their mouths. Their hands caressed each other's desire, feeling it standing up proudly because of themselves. Controlling it was like controlling each other completely.

Feng Ye put their genitals together and started to stroke them quickly. The two hard and hot flesh swords rubbed against each other. The pleasure surged into their bodies like a tide. Lust filled their senses and the air seemed to become wet and sticky.

Feng Ye spread Yan Sikong's legs wide apart, scooped out a large piece of honey paste, and squeezed his fingers into his passage. The honey paste was quickly melted by the temperature of the flesh hole, making it easy for the fingers to enter and exit. A moist luster appeared on the tight hole, and as Feng Ye expanded, the little mouth opened slightly, which was extremely tempting.

Feng Ye bit Yan Sikong's chin gently: "I'm going in. When I miss you, I wish I could fly back. Now you are in my arms... Kong'er, you are in my arms, it's so good..."

Yan Sikong's heart was touched for no reason. He stroked Feng Ye's sweaty cheek and whispered, "Come in..."

Feng Ye's big hands shuttled through Yan Sikong's messy hair. The dark long hair made his skin look porcelain white, and his lips, which had been kissed hard, were rosy and tempting. His eyes seemed to be soaked in desire and were filled with mist. Such a beautiful and talented person belonged to him completely. Whenever he thought of this, he couldn't control his overflowing love and desire.

Feng Ye thrust his body forward, and thrust his thick and long meat stick fiercely into Yan Sikong's hot intestinal wall.

"Ah..." Yan Sikong let out a trembling low sound and tightened his legs unconsciously, but was forced to clamp Feng Ye's waist. The flesh hole that had been empty for a long time suddenly contracted and "bite" Feng Ye's penis.

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's waist, pulled out his penis a little, and then pushed it in hard. The pleasure of being wrapped by the hot and tight flesh walls made him almost crazy. He couldn't control his waist, opening and closing it vigorously, and ferociously fucked this extremely ecstatic honey hole.

"Feng... Feng Ye..." Yan Sikong caressed his own desire with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. He was pushed back several times, but was pulled back by Feng Ye and penetrated deeper and harder. The bed creaked with Feng Ye's fierce attack.

Feng Ye grabbed Yan Sikong's ankles, lifted his long legs onto his shoulders, half-knelt in front of him, raised his waist, and thrust all the way in again. With Yan Sikong's unbearable moans, his passion burned to the extreme.

"Feng Ye...gently...gently..." Yan Sikong covered his mouth tightly, fearing that the sound would reveal his obsession and cause unnecessary trouble.

Feng Ye, however, loved the way Yan Sikong was tortured by desire repeatedly but had to endure it. His thick, long, hard and hot cock pierced that narrow vagina fiercely, and even made an obscene sound of water.

Tears welled up in Yan Sikong's eyes, and he could no longer suppress the surging pleasure.

Feng Ye rolled around on the bed holding Yan Sikong. Yan Sikong lay naked on top of Feng Ye with his limbs spread out, being pushed up again and again. His hands randomly grabbed the scattered clothes, and a mixture of pain and pleasure came from his throat.

The two indulged themselves in the boundless sea of ​​desire. As long as they could hold each other tightly, they would be happy even if they drowned in it...

Although Feng Ye was young and frivolous, he never relaxed his military discipline. Before dawn the next day, he quietly climbed out of Wenrou Township, rode out of the city at full speed, and inspected the camp.

When he returned to the inn, Yan Sikong had not woken up yet.

Feng Ye took off his outer clothes and sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at Yan Sikong's quiet sleeping face with a smile, his fingers gently tracing his cheeks.

Yan Sikong's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Feng Ye hazily.

Feng Ye hooked his nose and said softly, "Finally you're awake."

Yan Sikong was still sleepy, and gave him a rare silly smile, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What time is it?"

"It's almost noon."

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"What do you want me to do?" Feng Ye leaned down and kissed Yan Sikong's forehead. "Seeing you sleeping so soundly, I feel more at ease than anything else."

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's waist and asked, "Where have you been? Back to the camp?"

"Well, I have to patrol the camp in the morning. I will come back immediately after the patrol." Feng Ye stroked Yan Sikong's smooth hair, "Kong'er, your hair is so soft."

"Really? I didn't care." Yan Sikong suddenly wrinkled his nose, "I smell something. What did you bring back?"

Feng Ye smiled and said, "Baozi, I found out about the best tasting buns in Kuizhou City, so I went to buy some for you. You woke up just in time, and they're still warm."

Yan Sikong smiled and said, "Great, let me try the buns from these two lakes and see how they differ from those from Liaoning."

"In my opinion, the sizes are very different. The buns here are really small. I can eat one in two bites." Feng Ye said as he took Yan Sikong's clothes, which he had already folded, to the bedside, winked and smiled, "Do you want me to change your clothes for you?"

Yan Sikong snatched the clothes and said jokingly, "Thank you for your help." He put on his clothes, tied his hair loosely into a bun, looking casual and lazy, then got out of bed and washed up.

Feng Ye placed the steamed buns, white porridge and side dishes on the table and called Yan Sikong to come and eat.

Yan Sikong wiped his face with a cloth, sat down at the table, and said with a smile: "This bun is only half the size of the one in Liaobei, it is indeed a little small."

"I wonder how it tastes." Feng Yetong handed him one and said, "Try it quickly."

Yan Sikong took a bite and the delicious aroma filled his nose: "Hmm, delicious."

"You like eating buns, I'll go find delicious buns for you everywhere, okay?"

Yan Sikong felt sweet inside: "You know, the buns in Jiangnan are even smaller, the size of a silver coin, stuffed with a lot of fresh meat, and can be eaten in one bite."

"There are also such small buns." Feng Ye said longingly, "I really want to try them with you."

Yan Sikong smiled and said nothing.

"When I was little, I once said that I wanted to travel all over Dasheng. Do you remember?"

Yan Sikong was slightly startled and nodded: "I remember." For some reason, he became more and more resistant to reminiscing about his youth with Feng Ye. Perhaps it was because it would force him to recall the "dead" Yuan Sikong over and over again, and remind him that he had completely become a different person.

"It's a pity that the only places I've seen are Datong, the capital, and here. But you, Kong'er, seem to have been to many places."

Yan Sikong whispered, "I spent those ten years wandering around."

"You must have suffered a lot." Feng Ye stuffed another bun into Yan Sikong's hand, "Don't worry, I'm here, and I won't let you suffer in the future."

Yan Sikong took a bite of the bun without hesitation: "Mm, delicious."

Feng Ye asked casually, "The man I met at your house last time... seemed to be named Liu? Did you also meet him while wandering?"

"Well, I was on my way to Beijing to take the imperial examination. I was so poor that I almost had no food to eat. He helped me."

"Where did you meet?" Feng Ye asked again.

Yan Sikong became alert, wondering why Feng Ye suddenly asked about She Jun, but then he thought again and understood immediately. He smiled and said, "Why, are you jealous?"

Feng Ye raised his eyebrows: "What do you think?"

Yan Sikong laughed and scolded: "Who do you think has the same evil hobby as you?"

"I like whoever I like, how can I be wrong?" Feng Yepi said with a smile, "My Kong'er is both talented and beautiful, and I don't know how many people miss her. Naturally, there are times when I am worried."

Yan Sikong kicked him and said, "Don't let your imagination run wild. If I really want to talk about caring about you, I want you more. Even His Majesty is concerned about your marriage."

Speaking of marriage, Feng Ye didn't take it seriously: "So what if he cares? My father won't let him arrange a marriage for me, so as to avoid being controlled by others because of my in-laws."

"But you..." Yan Sikong's tone unconsciously became a little dark, "But you will get married sooner or later."

Feng Ye pursed his lips: "What about you?"

They both remained silent.

They had never discussed this matter in the past, knowing that it would not lead to any good results and would only cause unhappiness. Neither he nor Feng Ye could decide on their own about marriage. Today, they were talking in a hurry and bumped into each other. They both regretted it immediately.

Yan Sikong raised his head: "Let's eat."

"No matter what, I will not separate from you." Feng Ye stared straight at Yan Sikong, his eyes extremely sharp.

Yan Sikong gave him a faint smile but didn't say anything.

——

Zhao Fuyi was busy settling all the affairs in Kuizhou City. The rebel generals and the old rebels in Kuizhou, who had been worried for several days, finally put their minds at ease and began to move around in the city.

Yang Weiqi couldn't wait to visit Yan Sikong. His attitude was completely different from when Yan Sikong was the envoy. He even gave Yan Sikong a big gift.

Yan Sikong greeted them with a smile, pretending to be polite. He knew that Yang Weiqi was uneasy and wanted to test his attitude, so he tried his best to comfort him. Right now, they needed these people to stay in the city obediently.

Zhao Fuyi, also known as Yan Sikong, drafted a letter to the King of Liang, which roughly stated that Kuizhou had surrendered, and advised the King of Liang to surrender to the law. The emperor was merciful and would ensure that he would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of his life. Although this letter of persuasion was useless, it had to be done to show the emperor's generosity and kindness. After all, they were dealing with the emperor's own brother. They should not start a war without warning, so as not to let the world criticize the emperor for being cold and indifferent to the relationship between brothers.

Naturally, this official letter fell on deaf ears. At this time, King Liang was frantically recruiting soldiers and using the Jingzhou fortress to block the rebel army. It was said that he also wanted to bring King Zhao, who lived not far from him, into the rebellion. If he really gathered enough troops, they would be powerless to stop him from moving south.

On one side was the Jingzhou City which was easy to defend but difficult to attack, and on the other side was the delayed delivery of food and fodder. The critical situation made people unable to sleep or eat. Of course, the soldiers under such confidential military intelligence would not know.

In just a few days, Zhao Fuyi had lost a lot of weight due to worry. Yan Sikong was also anxious, but after thinking for several days, he could not find a perfect plan. Fighting a war without food would be useless.

Right now they are all waiting for the spies who have infiltrated Jingzhou to send back intelligence to predict King Liang's next move.

A few days later, the spy really sent back information, but it was not about the troops and food supplies of King Liang, but about his own head.

Zhao Fuyi's face turned livid. He locked himself in the house and did not see anyone for the whole day. It was not until the evening that he summoned Liang Guang, Feng Ye, Yan Sikong and his trusted generals together.

Yan Sikong felt somewhat uneasy, for he sensed that Zhao Fuyi was about to make a move. Knowing that it was impossible to do so, the best strategy was to keep his troops in place.

Feng Ye was much more optimistic and asked directly, "But is there any news about grain and grass?"

Zhao Fuyi nodded and said, "The food and fodder will arrive in a few days, but it will only be enough for one month. In addition, there is food stored in Kuizhou. If we cannot take Jingzhou in two months, we will have to withdraw our troops."

No one in the house said a word.

No wonder Zhao Fuyi showed no joy when the long-awaited food and fodder arrived.

Liang Guang sighed, "Two months... Jingzhou has enough food and grass, so we can hold on for two years without any problem."

"We cannot besiege Jingzhou, and attacking the city will inevitably cause heavy damage. Are we just going to watch King Liang sail south?" Sun Feng said unconvinced.

Zhao Fuyi rubbed his temples and said, "I have come a long way and I don't want to give up halfway. I have to give it a try before the food and grass run out."

"General, please don't be impulsive." Liang Guang said, "If you know it's impossible but still do it, it's better to retreat."

Feng Ye said: "There are many variables in marching and fighting. Nothing is absolutely impossible. I believe that everything depends on human effort. If we withdraw our troops now, we will not only disappoint the emperor, but also put the people of Jiangnan in dire straits."

Yan Sikong agreed with Liang Guang: "I think what Lord Liang said makes sense. The lives of soldiers should not be taken lightly. The chances of winning the siege are too low. We must not act rashly."

Sun Feng snorted, "What could have a lower chance of success than doing nothing?"

"No, Li Mu has been patient for ten years, and the outcome will be decided in one battle. In the past ten years, it seems that he has done nothing. Sometimes doing nothing is the greatest achievement. Victory or defeat cannot be expected in the near future." Yan Sikong bowed and said, "I am not advising the general to retreat, but I hope that the general will conserve his strength and not act rashly."

Feng Ye retorted, "Lord Yan is too conservative. The art of war is too idealistic. In reality, there are very few generals who can truly achieve 'win first and then fight'. Do all generals just stop fighting when they seem to be unable to win? Military situations are ever-changing. Sometimes the chance to win is just a moment away. If you don't go to the battlefield, you will never seize it. If you don't have this courage, you will already be at a disadvantage in terms of ambition."

Both sides had their own arguments and started arguing. Zhao Fuyi was a military general and was in favor of war, but when he saw that Liang Guang and Yan Sikong did not advocate war, he couldn't help but hesitate.

After a long debate, there was still no conclusion.