When he woke up, it was almost noon. Yan Sikong still felt pain in his back, but it was much better than yesterday. He was so bored that he stayed in the camp, so he held up and walked out staggeringly.

When the little inner supervisor of the Eastern Palace saw him coming out, he was frightened and hurried over to help him: "Oh, Lord Yan, why did you get up? Your injury has not healed yet."

"It's okay, come out and have some breath."

"Don't scare me. Your Highness wants you to rest well. If you make a mistake, I can't afford to take care of me." He hurriedly brought a chair over and helped Yan Sikong sit down.

"It's okay, I'll move. I'll go back later for lunch." Yan Sikong saw an intern with a wooden basin walking out of Feng Jianping's tent, and glanced while walking, wrinkling his nose. It was obvious that the things in the basin smelled bad.

The little inner supervisor followed his gaze and said, "His Royal Highness Jingyuan drank too much last night."

"It seems that I have drunk a lot."

"Yes, Your Majesty said he would practice it to King Jingyuan. Many people toast. They may have just woken up when they were drunk."

"Where is the prince?"

"The prince is young after all. He was drunk last night, but he went hunting early this morning."

Yan Sikong nodded: "I hope Your Highness will return with a full load today." He said as if he was the Crown Prince, but he was thinking of His Highness. Feng Ye must be very worried about him. Now they are even harder to say something.

Yan Sikong basked in the warm spring sun, looking at the endless mountains and forests in the distance, occasionally breeze blew by, and the trees were swaying neatly, as if a hand was clearly controlling them.

This was a very peaceful scene, but when a bird suddenly appeared in the forest, his heart stumbled and furrowed. He couldn't say what it felt like, as if there were some beasts hidden in the quiet forest. Chen Feng was hunting in it, but it seemed that they were all turtles, and they were someone else's prey...

He suddenly felt uncomfortable and didn't even want to go to see the forest again. He said in a deep voice: "Help me in."

"Mr. Yan must be hungry. I will prepare lunch for you and drink medicine after you finish your meal."

Yan Sikong returned to the camp, and the inner supervisor soon brought a sumptuous meal. He ate it silently, but the strong anxiety in his heart was lingering. The delicious food tasted like chewing wax.

Halfway through the meal, he heard a noise outside the tent, followed by a whistle. His heart sank, threw down his chopsticks and rushed out of the tent. Even though it touched the wound, his face turned pale and he did not slow down.

Several teams guarded the three layers outside the three layers in the imperial tent. Zhu Lanting was yelling as the infantry formation. Another team quickly reorganized and rode their horses towards the hunting ground.

Yan Sikong grabbed the little insulator and said, "What happened?"

The little inner supervisor also looked panicked and confused: "I don't know."

The entire camp was in chaos, and many people ran out of the book and looked around in a daze.

In the chaos, Yan Sikong heard Zhu Lanting shouting "Protection."

Protect the car? What kind of car?

Yan Sikong was chilling all over. He really couldn't guess what was wrong, but he felt something big had happened, and it was a bad thing, a big bad thing.

Yan Sikong ignored the obstruction of the internal supervisor and walked towards the imperial tent, wanting to ask Zhu Lanting himself.

But before he could get close to the imperial tent, he was blocked by a row of spears from the guards: "No one is allowed to approach the Holy Driving!"

"I want to see Commander Zhu." Yan Sikong said loudly.

The guard replied coldly: "No one is allowed to approach the Holy Driving."

"What happened!"

"Master Yan, Master Yan." The little inner supervisor pulled Yan Sikong's sleeve in horror and pointed behind him.

Yan Sikong turned around and saw a group of people surrounding Feng Jianping’s tent!

Yan Sikong's blood seemed to be drained in an instant, and he couldn't help but tremble.

The spears of those guards are not as external as guards’ tents, but internally!

He had only one thought in his mind - it was too late. No matter what happened, Emperor Zhaowu had already taken action. At this moment, now, he had taken action against Feng Jianping and the Feng family!

He felt dizzy and had to hold the thin arms of the little insulator tightly to stabilize his body.

"Yan, Lord Yan, are you okay?"

Yan Sikong widened his eyes and said, "Go and inquire about me, what's going on with his voice."

"Well……"

"Go quickly!" Yan Sikong roared.

The little inner supervisor was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

Yan Sikong's mind was in chaos, but he pinched himself hard, forced himself to calm down, and then endured the severe pain and went to find Yan Zilian.

But not long after he walked out, he was stopped by the guards, saying that the emperor had an order and everyone returned to the tent and was not allowed to walk around at will.

Yan Sikong said anxiously: "What happened?"

"Mr. Yan, you go back first..."

Yan Sikong grabbed the guard's breastplate and roared fiercely: "What happened!"

The guards were frightened and froze: "Feng's army...rebelled and intended to break into the hunting garden to assassinate His Majesty."

Yan Sikong was struck by lightning, his legs became weak and he knelt straight on the ground.

"Come and send Lord Yan back to the tent."

Feng Family Army...rebellion...

The Feng Jianping people are still in the camp, and the Fengye is even more unlikely to act recklessly on their backs. How could the Feng family army rebel?

How dare I rebel blatantly for two thousand people?

The only possibility is that they were framed!

Yan Sikong immediately remembered what the little inner supervisor said, and the Feng family's father and son were drunk last night.

He had discussed with Feng Ye to force the palace. Feng Ye once said that Feng Jianping's military talisman has always been carried with him and is hidden in the belt buckle. It is not difficult for him to steal it.

If someone steals Feng Jianping’s military talisman and mobilizes the two thousand Feng family troops to break into the mountain and sea hunting ground, wouldn’t it be a hundred people who can’t argue!

Yan Sikong was cold and cold. He knew that Emperor Zhaowu and Xie Zhongren were the first to take action. He didn't expect that what he was most worried about would happen so quickly. No, he should have been wary of him, how could Emperor Zhaowu let the tiger go back to the mountain?

Yan Sikong felt his hair stand upside down, and his bone-broken coldness and boundless fear instantly submerged him. The last time he was so scared was in front of the execution platform of Yuanmao.

What to do, what to do with the Feng family, what to do with the ban on the corps? They want to have the life of the corps!

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, his eyes almost glared out of bleeding. No matter what happened, even if he tried his best to do his life and everything he had made for many years, he would not let Feng Ye die. He had lost all the people he cared about, and he would never let Xie Zhongren take Feng Ye away again!

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Chapter completed!