Chapter 100 Let’s Escape Secretly from Sick Youan
Youan is sick.
Perhaps it was the sudden outbreak of a cold, or perhaps it was the sudden drop in temperature, but the cold came with such force that all his classes and official duties were cancelled. The doctor reported to his bedroom every day, and the servants brought him a fixed amount of light porridge and medicine every day.
The king never came. To him, Euan was just an heir to the kingdom, a useless but necessary thing.
Sometimes, the elderly housekeeper or butler would come over, their tone filled with businesslike concern: "Your Highness, please be sure to finish the potion; it will be good for your health. We have many official duties to attend to later."
You An drank the porridge in silence and went to get the medicine. It tasted so bitter.
Sometimes he would secretly envy the children brought to the palace by the blood nobles. After they finished eating the messy biscuits, their mothers would smile and wipe the crumbs from their mouths with handkerchiefs.
He's craving sweets.
The door opened again, and Ye Wan quickly slipped in through the crack. He unceremoniously shook the snowflakes off his head onto the luxurious carpet. "It's snowing quite heavily."
You An looked at him blankly, "How did you get in?"
Muffin crawled out of her pocket. Apparently, it was also very cold, so it immediately ran to the stove to warm itself.
He was buried in a pile of gorgeous velvet quilts, revealing his thin face. His eyelashes cast a fragile shadow under his pale, transparent cheeks. Ye Wan noticed that his lips were a little dry, so she immediately poured him a glass of warm water: "I came to see you."
She pulled out a bottle of candied yellow peaches, a box of toffee, and a jar of meat porridge from her basket. "I saw the doctor brewing some medicine, and the bitter smell wafted into the kitchen. I thought you might need some sugar."
Perhaps from the cold, her face was flushed, and her eyes sparkled like snowflakes, like ice crystals under the eaves. "I'm telling you, the best thing to eat for a cold is some meat porridge and candied yellow peaches. It's guaranteed to cure it."
The pot of porridge was wrapped tightly with cotton cloth by her. It was still warm when she opened it. Inside was the century egg and lean meat porridge she had cooked. Youan loved to drink it.
"The watery porridge in the kitchen isn't tasty at all. I guess you don't like it."
He was obedient for once and took a bite of the century egg and lean meat porridge.
Youan felt that he had never eaten such delicious porridge. The rice milk was cooked into a smooth and thick consistency, the blooming rice grains were stained with the aroma of meat, the preserved eggs were cooked until slightly sandy, and the meat aroma was also rich. It was completely different from the bland water porridge.
"Try the candied yellow peaches. You won't get sick again if you eat them."
The moment he opened the jar, the refreshing aroma of sweet water came out first. The sweet syrup soaked the fruit flesh, and the cool and sweet peach slid down his throat. He felt that the heat all over his body and the pain in his throat disappeared.
"How does it taste?" Ye Wan asked expectantly as he stood by the bed.
"That's all." He still said stubbornly, but he quickly finished the whole can of yellow peaches, not even leaving behind the tiny particles of pulp that had sunk to the bottom.
Ye Wan was already used to You An's duplicity, so she didn't argue with him. She just pointed at the box of candies and said, "The potion is very bitter, right? Eat one after you finish drinking it, and it won't be bitter anymore. But remember to do it without telling the housekeeper, she's very strict."
Ye Wan said and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall: "Oh no, I have to leave!"
She had memorized the guard's rules by heart. For example, at 10 o'clock at night, there would be two teams of guards taking turns. The first team of three would patrol the back garden and the council hall, while the second team would patrol the royal living area, including the crown prince's bedroom and reception room.
Although she was in a hurry, she still took out her handkerchief and wiped his face: "Your Highness, go to sleep. You will be fine after a good sleep."
He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he didn't. He just unconsciously touched her hand with his slightly red cheek.
This is Youan, who is a little younger than her and also her lover. Ye Wan's heart was so soft that she wanted to kiss his forehead.
But this won't work.
She squeezed his hand and said, "Then I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving, Your Highness."
You An felt at ease, closed his eyes again, and soon fell asleep.
Ye Wan stayed until his breathing became steady before gently standing up, tucking the quilt for him, and quietly leaving his bedroom.
The room returned to silence. Youan opened his eyes, quickly lifted the quilt, walked to the window, and saw Ye Wan disappear smoothly into the night, like a fish thrown into the sea.
In fact, he was also afraid of the late night. He was the only one in the huge Crown Prince's bedroom. In fact, he wanted to say to Ye Wan:
"Could you please not leave?"
Ye Wan discovered that Youan liked to summon her recently. Of course, there were always some reasons and fixed procedures for the Crown Prince to summon the royal chef. He would probably say that the food she cooked was good and delicious, and then the Crown Prince would receive her and give her some light praise. Then the deacon would come to the kitchen and reward the chef with some money.
Ye Wan stared at the reward money and pondered for a long time. Although money was a good thing, he was not sure if he could take it back.
Fortunately, little Youan's appetite has increased recently. Ye Wan cooks all kinds of delicious food for him in different ways, and sometimes sneaks into his bedroom at night to bring him some midnight snacks. Since it is a midnight snack, there is no need to consider nutrition and elegance, so he will naturally cook whatever is delicious.
Sometimes it’s hamburgers, chicken fillets, and fries, sometimes it’s various barbecued sides, and sometimes it’s a big bowl of seafood noodles.
Not only did he gain weight, but his body also grew like a weed.
It was still snowing today. Youan stood by the bedroom window and saw that the winter night of Holy Rose Palace was covered by this grand and silent snow. The snowflakes gently covered every inch of the courtyard. The gas lamps in the garden burned more quietly than usual, casting a gentle halo.
"Will she come today?" Youan thought while looking out the window.
As he wished, after praying to the starry sky, a slender figure wrapped in a black cloak soon appeared and carefully avoided the route of the patrolling guards.
In her hand she held a heavy wicker basket containing a small copper pot and various ingredients.
When Ye Wan pushed open the door of the Crown Prince's bedroom, Youan had quickly taken off his velvet robe and changed into his best shirt. He even styled his golden hair and sat on the sofa with a newspaper, pretending to read.
Seeing Ye Wan coming in, he pretended to be surprised and said, "You're here, please come in."
Ye Wan put down the basket and the pancakes came out. She untied her snow-covered cloak and hung it up. "It's snowing so heavily today, perfect for hot pot."
"hot pot?"
"Just boil the soup, then cook the vegetables yourself, and you'll know soon." Ye Wan shook the cloak and hung it on the hanger, then put the pot on the stove. The pot contained the mushroom chicken soup and beef hot pot that had been stewed in advance. Considering that Youan was still young, she only fried a slightly spicy pot base.
Ye Wan ran to the window and opened it a little: "It needs to be opened a little, otherwise the room will be full of smell."
She had indeed thought it through thoroughly. Soon the soup boiled and the rich aroma of the hot pot spread out, dispelling the coldness and loneliness in the room.
The side dishes beside the bubbling hot pot were beef, mushrooms, fish roe buns, prawns and the like. She even prepared a saucepan because Youan liked it better than sesame sauce.
The window reflected the two people's happy faces. The snow was still falling outside, but the inside of the house was a warm and fragrant world.
Ye Wan skillfully dipped the beef rolls into the boiling soup, fished them out, and dipped them in the secret oil sauce.
Youan held up his chopsticks, somewhat cautiously.
"Don't study it anymore. If you continue to study it, the beef roll will become old and not tasty anymore."
She put the boiled beef into his bowl and said, "Try it, it's delicious."
Youan picked it up carefully, blew on it and put it into his mouth. The fatty beef was fresh, spicy and had the unique aroma of beef.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
"Delicious." He could no longer pretend to be reserved and immediately used his chopsticks to pick up the food.
Although it was only slightly spicy, Youan still broke out in sweat on the tip of his nose, and his pale cheeks were flushed with a healthy blush. His smoky crystal eyes were no longer cold, but filled with sincere happiness.
The crackling of the charcoal fire, the aroma of the food and Ye Wan's smile gradually warmed Youan's heart. He had never felt that food was so delicious.
But at this moment Ye Wan was thinking, no wonder when Dong Tian took out the hot pot, You An was not surprised, and was even very familiar with the steps of cooking hot pot. It turned out that someone had taught him, and that person was himself.
Winter is coming, and the Harvest Festival is almost here. This is a festival where people pray for good weather in the coming year, and as the saying goes, "Auspicious snow means a good harvest."
Moreover, the Harvest Festival is a time for people to give each other gifts to thank each other for a year's companionship. Ye Wan was very distressed. What should she get for Xiao Youan?
He does still look like a teenager, but you can't give him toys.
There was a harvest festival in the capital. Although Ye Wan didn't know what the festival was like ten years ago, she told Xiao Youan what she had seen and heard:
For example, at the Harvest Festival limited market, citizens wear thick cotton clothes and sell various types of cooked corn and dried sugar-coated persimmons, and also distribute glutinous rice wine for free.
"That wine is delicious, sweet and has the aroma of glutinous rice."
There will be a special harvest dance team which is very lively. At night, there will be a bonfire party in the square. Everyone can put the prepared gifts next to the bonfire to receive the blessing of the harvest god, and then everyone can start exchanging gifts.
It sounds a lot like Christmas, but on this holiday people exchange gifts in person. The value of the gifts is not as high as Christmas gifts, but they are all full of thought.
Last year, Ye Wan gave You An a cup of books, and You An gave him some pickled cured meats. Ye Wan stewed these cured meats, dried sweet potatoes, dried beans and other things together, and the resulting multi-grain rice was surprisingly delicious.
Everyone was very happy.
Little Youan was very envious after hearing this.
The day before the Harvest Festival, he ran to Ye Wan's dormitory. Fortunately, the royal family was very generous and allocated a dormitory for each person.
Ye Wan opened the door and saw the young man You An looking up at her: "Let's go to the Harvest Festival."
"ha?"
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