The next morning, Feng Ye took Yan Sikong to the mountains to find Feng Hun.

Having not seen each other for more than half a year, Yan Sikong was a little worried that Feng Hun would not recognize him. From a distance, he saw a giant wolf walking towards him. It was still as lushly furred, tall and mighty as before, with a single blue-gray eye gleaming with a fierce and dangerous light. It had the aura of breathing in mountains and rivers, no less than a tiger emerging from the mountains.

Feng Ye stood behind Yan Sikong, holding his shoulders to prevent him from retreating, and laughed softly, "Huh? Are you scared again?"

Yan Sikong swallowed nervously: "Does it still remember me?"

“If a wolf recognizes a person, it will never forget him/her.” Feng Ye took Yan Sikong’s hand and walked towards Feng Hun.

Feng Hun also trotted over, and when he reached the two of them, he suddenly raised his front paws and stood up like a wolf.

Yan Sikong looked at the huge shadow rising in front of him and dared not move.

Feng Hun put his two paws on Feng Ye's shoulders and rubbed his head against Feng Ye's chest. Feng Ye hugged his big head and rubbed it vigorously, laughing: "Hun'er, have you gained weight again? I haven't seen you for a few days. What delicious food have you eaten?"

Feng Hun held on for a while before letting go of Feng Ye. He then turned his head and rubbed Yan Sikong as if out of courtesy, then squatted down on the spot, raising his head proudly.

Yan Sikong heaved a sigh of relief, touched Feng Hun's chin, and said with a smile: "Hun'er, you are so uncomfortable in this mountain."

"It has food and water, so of course it's comfortable."

"Do you think it will miss its wife and children?"

"I wanted to leave it in Datong, and it insisted on following me." Feng Ye smiled, "My father said that in its heart, I was also its son, a son who would not occupy the mountains or hunt, so it had to take care of me."

Yan Sikong chuckled.

Feng Ye pinched his face and said, "What are you laughing at? You are its daughter-in-law, but you still don't kneel down to worship your father-in-law."

Yan Sikong pretended to be serious and said, "It's a mess now."

They looked at each other and laughed.

They strolled casually in the mountains. It was autumn, and the forest was gradually changing color. It was also the same season when they first came to Lingwu Villa, but this year's autumn came earlier and was stronger than last year. The colder it was, the more colorful the mountain flowers were.

"I don't know where the rain is coming from, but I can already feel the coolness here..." Yan Sikong picked up a fiery red fallen leaf and found that although this leaf was so iconic, it could not escape the fate of falling to the ground and turning into mud.

Feng Ye looked at the Jingshan Camp in the distance, but in his heart he was thinking about his Feng family army fighting outside: "I'm afraid the cold wind in Liaodong is biting at this time."

"It's time to wear cotton clothes." Yan Sikong smiled faintly, "Every year at this time, my father would lead the soldiers and the people to the mountains to cut down the weeds and trees for a few miles to create a fire line. Otherwise, the dry weather could cause a big fire to burn the mountain. The first time I went there, the sickle rubbed my hands and caused several big blisters."

He still remembered the first time he went up the mountain at the age of eleven. Yuan Nanyu wanted to compete with him to see who could chop more. He was too tired to sit on the ground after chopping for an hour. Yuan Nanyu took advantage of his rest and secretly squeezed himself next to him, fearing that he would be sad.

When he was young, he seemed to be more intelligent and sensible, but in fact, Yuan Nanyu was more considerate and caring about others. When he was young, he always hoped that his biological parents could give him a younger brother. He could never imagine that his younger brother would be so, so good.

Feng Ye pulled up his hand and looked at his palm, where there were only shallow burn scars.

Yan Sikong curled up his palm subconsciously. He didn't want Feng Ye to see this "fake" scar: "How can a blister leave a scar?"

"Well, yes, it's just this burn scar." Feng Ye was actually a little proud, and suddenly had an idea, "Oh, right, you pawned my dagger, so you can use this scar as a token of our relationship. Otherwise, how about I get one burned too?"

"Nonsense! How can you do such a stupid thing?" Yan Sikong withdrew his hand.

"Why not? The keepsake should be unique and have special meaning."

"No, I don't want this token." Yan Sikong turned around and walked down the mountain.

"Why? Are you afraid that I can't bear the burning pain?" Feng Ye teased, "Or are you still angry about this scar?"

"Because it is not unique!" Yan Sikong said loudly.

Feng Ye was stunned.

Yan Sikong breathed a sigh of relief: "There are thousands of people with scars in the world, how can this be unique? Don't do anything stupid."

Feng Ye shrugged: "Okay, but that dagger is truly unique." He said a little disappointedly.

“…I was at my wit’s end.”

Feng Ye said hurriedly, "I don't mean to blame you." He stepped forward again, holding Yan Sikong's hand, and gently stroking his uneven palm with his fingertips. "You and I can meet again, nothing else matters."

Yan Sikong smiled slightly: "Yes."

"Let's go down the mountain. General Zhao is still waiting for us in the camp. After we celebrate our victory with him, when we are alone, we can have a good talk about the past. Although I haven't been by your side to protect you before, I will always be by your side in the future." Feng Ye looked at Yan Sikong with deep affection in his eyes.

Yan Sikong responded with a gentle smile.

——

Zhao Fuyi was very enthusiastic when he saw Yan Sikong. A banquet had already been set up in the tent, and the generals who had gone with him to quell the rebellion were sitting on his left and right, waiting for them.

After the ceremony, the two sat down. Zhao Fuyi smiled and said, "Because the war has caused too much damage and the Queen Mother is ill, His Majesty does not allow a grand celebration, but we must celebrate."

Everyone had a happy look on their faces and didn't bother to follow etiquette. Some rough generals even laughed and clapped the wine altar.

"It's a pity that the Chief Secretary is on official business and cannot come." Zhao Fuyi raised his cup and said respectfully, "This first cup of wine is for Your Majesty. Without Your Majesty's wisdom and bravery, and without Your Majesty's great grace to protect the people of Dasheng, there would be no great victory today."

"In gratitude to Your Majesty for his great grace!" everyone shouted in unison and drank the whole glass in one gulp.

Zhao Fuyi raised his cup of wine and said, "How about the second cup to General Di and the Chief Secretary?"

Sun Feng said: "General Di is brave and decisive, and Lord Changshi is a master of strategy. They have made great contributions to this battle to quell the rebellion. I respect General Di and Lord Changshi!"

Everyone toasted again.

"This third cup is for Jingshan..."

"Hey." Yan Sikong interrupted Zhao Fuyi with a smile, "General, please don't blame me for being rude. This third cup should be toasted to you. In this battle, you captured Kuizhou and Jingzhou, and defeated the 30,000 navy of King Liang on Dongting Lake. You became famous in the world with just one battle and will be recorded in history forever. You have made great contributions."

"Hahahahahaha..." Zhao Fuyi laughed, "In this battle, we have the blessing of the emperor above us, the cooperation of General Di, Lord Changshi, the Crown Prince, Lord Yan and other generals in the middle, and the brave men of Dasheng fighting the enemy below. I, Zhao, dare not take credit for it. I should respect our soldiers instead."

"You should respect the general." Yan Sikong advised.

All the soldiers also agreed: "You should respect the general."

Zhao Fuyi declined several times before accepting it "with reluctance". He laughed and said, "There is no outsider in this tent, so I will be bold for once."

All the soldiers stood up and walked to the center of the tent. Feng Ye held up the can in both hands and said loudly: "General, you have done your best to save the situation. You will win every battle and protect our country and our people. Respect the general!"

"To the General——"

A room full of military officers started drinking so much that the tents were about to fly off the ground. The sounds of shouting, drinking, laughing and cursing were endless.

Zhao Fuyi specially summoned Feng Ye and Yan Sikong to his table. Taking advantage of his drunkenness, he took Yan Sikong's hand and said, "Sikong, I, Zhao, want to thank you very much."

"General, what are you talking about..."

"Sikong," Zhao Fuyi said solemnly, "The mission to Kuizhou and the raid through Nanyue to Yueyang were all your ideas. Without you, the outcome of this battle would be uncertain." He whispered, "In my heart, you have made greater contributions than Liang Guang."

"I don't deserve it, absolutely not." Yan Sikong said modestly, "I just did my duty."

"Hey, I, Zhao, am sincere." Zhao Fuyi looked at Feng Ye again, "And Prince, you ambushed the reinforcements of King Liang and led the troops to cross Nanyue Mountain for ten days. It was dangerous and dangerous. You are a prince, so you don't need to take risks. But you led the troops and took the lead. If it weren't for your bravery and fearlessness, the soldiers would never be able to break out of the ambushed Qingxu Valley."

Feng Ye bowed and said, "A general should put life and death aside and serve the country wholeheartedly, regardless of his status."

"Okay, you are all good sons of Dasheng!" Zhao Fuyi swayed and filled a glass of wine, "Here, this glass, I toast to you alone."

"General..."

"Come on."

The three of them toasted each other.

Zhao Fuyi put down his cup and said with emotion: "I heard that Ge Zhongwen was beheaded a few days ago?"

Yan Sikong's eyes darkened: "Severed."

"I had promised him to give his son a light punishment, but I didn't expect that Lord Changshi would find so much evidence of his crimes." Zhao Fuyi shook his head, but there was no regret on his face.

"Ge Yong has committed many sins, and he is reaping the fruits of his own actions."

Zhao Fuyi nodded, suddenly burst into laughter, and trembled as he went to get the wine.

Feng Ye poured him a glass.

Zhao Fuyi drank the cup without saying anything, and it was too late for the two to stop him.

Zhao Fuyi let out a long hiss and said with a smile, "What a pleasure! What a pleasure!"

Yan Sikong advised: "General Zhao, heavy drinking is harmful to your health, so be moderate."

"I'm very happy today." Zhao Fuyi said vaguely, "Actually, I am celebrating today not only for the great victory in suppressing the rebellion, but also because, because..." He smiled, "Because of Ge Zhong...Cause and effect will always come back to haunt you."

Feng Ye frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yan Sikong held Zhao Fuyi and said, "General, you are drunk. You can't drink anymore. I will take you back to the inner tent to rest."

"No, no, I'm not drunk. If this little bit of wine can knock me out, how can I be so heroic as to lie down drunk on the battlefield?" Zhao Fuyi thrust the wine glass towards Feng Ye and ordered, "Fill it up for me!"

Feng Ye had no choice but to fill his glass again.

Zhao Fuyi suddenly raised his glass to the sky, half of the wine sloshed out, and a trace of sadness flashed across his cloudy eyes: "This glass is for a person I once...admired, a person who was killed by...Ge Zhong."

Yan Sikong's body shuddered, and his cheeks, which had been flushed by the wine, suddenly turned pale.

Feng Ye asked suspiciously, "Who is it?"

Zhao Fuyi raised the wine glass to his lips, drank and sprinkled, and said vaguely: "...General Yuan, your spirit in heaven, can you...can you rest in peace?"

Feng Ye frowned: "Who?"

"Guangning, Yuan... General." Zhao Fuyi half-closed his eyes, already sleepy, "You were still young then..."

Feng Ye’s eyes suddenly widened and looked at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong had calmed down. He looked at Feng Ye calmly, his eyes as calm as water.

This day finally came.

Do you remember the previous plot?

Zhao Fuyi was the general who led troops from the capital to aid Guangning.

It took me 90 chapters and nearly 300,000 words to get here. It’s not what I expected.