Sikong Yanfei went to the front yard accompanied by everyone.

Along the way, all the people who walked beside him sensed the abnormality in him.

Not to mention that the cold and frightening face of the past has not faded, and the walking posture alone reveals an indescribable pain.

Even the eldest Uncle Wang secretly gasped when he saw it, as if it hurt under his legs.

Sikong Yan's eyes were about to erupt with fire.

But at this moment, he couldn't vent, these people were not wrong, and neither was the wounded messenger, and the corners of his forehead were bulging with a dark fire in his heart.

"Master, please come here." There are attendants in front to lead the way.

Entering the door, Sikong Yan crossed his legs and stood there with a big thorn.

All the people turned their faces, and no one could bear to look at their master anymore.

From the backyard to the front yard, they haven't put out this dark fire all the way, and their master is really strong enough.

Lying on the couch was a young man dressed as a merchant, his face was like gold paper, his breath was weak, and his eyes lit up when he saw Sikong Yan appear in front of him.

“…… Faith is here, king. The young man shook his hand and took out a silk book from his bosom.

Uncle Wang personally stepped forward to take the silk book, and blood stains could be seen on the silk book.

Uncle Wang turned around and handed the silk book to Sikong Yanfei.

Sikong Yan unfolded the silk book and read it quickly.

"The king wants to return...... It's a blessing for us. The young man struggled and smiled, "Danyang City ...... Those who are willing to serve the king...... No less than dozens of people...... In addition, General Bai led 5,000 men and horses to meet the king......" The young man spoke, and blood continued to drip from the corners of his mouth.

The doctor who was guarding hurriedly stepped forward.

Sikong Yan's face was slightly cold, and he stared at the young man, "Lone already knows, you have worked hard." ”

When the young man heard this, a smile burst out on his face, and he tried his best to spit out a sentence: "...... Scholars serve the king. ”

After speaking, he spit out a mouthful of blood and died suddenly.

The room was unusually quiet, and the doctor was sent out the door.

Uncle Wang quietly came to the side of a guard and said in a low voice, "Don't let this doctor leak the news." ”

The guard nodded and exited the door.

Sikong Yanfei stood motionless, looking at the young man who died on the couch.

He could hear everything Uncle Wang was saying behind him, and he knew that Uncle Wang's intention was to escort the guards to kill the doctor.

Innocent lives like this are like grass in front of them.

He can't stop it, and he can't stop it.

"The King." Uncle Wang was the first to kneel on the ground, "The king is finally willing to return to the fiefdom, and the ministers swear to follow." ”

Immediately afterwards, the people in the room who knelt on the ground in an uproar all touched the ground with their foreheads and swore loyalty.

Sikong Yanfei stood there and accepted their salute calmly.

"Get up, until General Bai brings someone to pick us up, we will still act as merchants."

"Yes!"

Hanyue slept comfortably in the backyard.

Because she knew that Sikong Yan must have something important to arrange, and if she wanted to discuss it with the strategists, she would often have to talk all night, even if it was possible for several days and nights in a row, so she was not worried that he would run to eat her at night while she was asleep.

There were only two maids in the backyard, and there were no other ladies besides her, so her life was quite quiet.

But she knew in her heart that this tranquility was only temporary, and soon she would be back in front of everyone and subject to their scrutiny and suspicion.

When she had nothing to do, she asked her maid to find a few bamboo boards and carve paintings on them.

The two maids couldn't help but be a little curious, as a man's concubine, she didn't think about dressing up every day, but she carved this boring bamboo board with bare feet all day long, and it was the first time they had seen such a woman.

"Madame, do you need a bath?" In the evening, the maid finally couldn't help it and came to ask.

Han Yue shook the sour hand holding the carving knife and said vaguely, "Let's wait a little longer." ”

The maid pouted secretly, the master had not been here for several days, and the lady was also calm.

"Madame, let's take a bath and get ready early, maybe the master will come over." The maid persuaded.

"Oh." Han Yue answered, lowered her head and continued to carve the bamboo board in her hand.

Sikong Yanfei is his freedom to come or not, anyway, this courtyard is also his, what does it matter to her.

The maid saw that she had no consciousness of being a concubine at all, so she quietly withdrew.

"What should I do, if the master really comes in a while, he will blame us." A maid said displeased.

"What are you afraid of, anyway, the master will get bored in a few days, and he will definitely give her to someone else...... Hasn't it been like this every time before? ”

"That's right...... Then let her go......" The two maids quietly withdrew.

Hanyue carved a bamboo board in her hand, but her ears could hear their words clearly.

It's only a matter of time before men get tired of playing and give up.

She gently blew on the crumbs on the bamboo board and studied the drawings on it.

She wasn't afraid of being abandoned by him.

Just as she was proudly looking at the bamboo board in her hand, there was a long figure in the shadow outside the window, and he stood there and looked at Hanyue in the window attentively.

In front of him knelt two shivering maids, their foreheads pressed against the cold ground, but they did not even dare to make a sound.

Sikong Yanfei stood for a while, but didn't see anything unusual about Han Yue's expression in the window, so he looked down at the two maids.

"Someone." He whispered.

"What does the master command?" Behind him came a sword-wielding guard.

"They are talking nonsense in front of Mrs. Yue, so deal with it."

"Yes."

The two maids were so frightened that they wanted to beg for mercy, but the guards slapped them directly on the back of their necks, and they both fell to the ground.

Several guards stepped forward and dragged them down like dead dogs, without mercy.

Sikong Yanfei slowly walked into the door.

Hanyue heard the sound outside the door, jumped up like a rabbit, and directly stuffed the bamboo board under the couch.

When Sikong Yanfei came in, he saw that there was no bamboo board on the table, and Han Yue was lowering his head to pack up the carving knife, as if he hadn't noticed that an outsider had walked in.

Sikong Yan smiled coldly, this foxy woman was pretending to be stupid with him again.

"Month." He called.

Hanyue looked up, and a smile of surprise burst into her eyes when she saw him, as if she was very happy to see him.

Sikong Yanfei stepped forward and pinched her chin when she gave her salute: "The smile is so fake, it's really ugly." ”

Han Yue was shocked, and out of the corner of her eye, she secretly glanced at the bamboo board she was hiding under the bed.

She had prepared it for herself, so she wasn't going to let him find out.

"Where am I smirking?" Hanyue waved his hand away in disgust, and at the same time avoided it, for fear that he would pinch her again.

His hands were so heavy that it hurt her every time he pinched them.

Sikong Yanfei didn't mean to embarrass her anymore, "After changing our clothes, let's go to the City Lord's Mansion." ”

Han Yue was stunned.

Sikong Yan clasped his palms together and tapped lightly.

An attendant came in from outside the door, holding a new coat in his hand.

"Mrs. Ziqing will have a banquet tonight, and you will go with me." Sikong Yan said coldly.

This day has finally come, and she will stand again in front of the world.