Chapter 12: Luo Yunjian "Look at me."
Yong Shaolan sent the children away and returned to the inner room, where he found the boy lying down again, with his lower limbs curled up, his arms raised above his head, and his stomach simply covered by the corner of the quilt.
What a cute pose.
Zhao Yan was not actually asleep, but he just didn't want to wake up. He also knew that Brother Lan had come in... His sleeping posture was always very casual, while Brother Lan, on the other hand, did not grind his teeth or snore when he slept. He lay properly, and even kept his hands on his chest without moving.
With such good manners, he must be a young master.
"Get up and eat. It's noon." Yong Shaolan started to hang up the gauze curtain, then knelt on one knee on the bed and gently patted the boy's shoulder: "It's been cool these past two days. The watermelon in the well is ready to eat. How about some watermelon later?"
"Huh?" Zhao Yan opened one eye and looked at the man with long hair hanging down. "Did you buy it last time? I forgot about it."
Then he got up!
"Well, there are three, but you can only eat one today." After saying that, Yong Shaolan took the boy's dried clothes and said, "Get up quickly."
The young man sat up with a somersault, quickly put on his clothes, and followed the man out the door. After dinner, Yong Shaolan fished a watermelon from the well, brought it back to the main room, cut it in half with a kitchen knife, sprinkled some sugar on it, and handed the spoon to the young man: "The children will have a rest this afternoon. What do you want to do?"
Zhao Yan held the watermelon, dug out a piece from the middle, and handed it to the man. "Hmm...? Brother Da Niu said we can't go up the mountain to collect herbs these days, but I can't do anything else. How about we go play with Xiao Niu?"
“…………”
"Xiao Niu will go to the fields with Da Niu's wife to pick corn this afternoon," Yong Shaolan said, biting off a piece of melon flesh while holding the spoon in his mouth. "You are white and will be easily damaged by the sun. Do you want to draw? I will teach you."
"There's still half of it. Brother Lan, why are you eating the melon so politely? Are you a civil servant?" Zhao Yan raised his hand, "Eat it quickly."
He is both civil and military.
Yong Shaolan took another bite and asked, "Do you like civil servants?"
Zhao Yan's arms were sore from lifting them, so he had to retract them. "I like girls..."
Actually, that's not the case. Compared to having a girlfriend, he prefers the wontons made by his mother, the roast chicken made by the imperial chef, the sweet soup from the shop at the east end of Huinan Lane in Jinling City, and the rice noodles made for him by his brother Lan!
Yong Shaolan squeezed the juice out of the melon flesh with his tongue and swallowed it tastelessly: "Hmm."
After a long pause, he added, "If you like, I can wear a skirt to show you when we return to Yujing."
"Puff..." Zhao Yan bit the small piece of watermelon left by the man in his mouth. He almost spit out the watermelon seeds when he heard the words, "Ahem...Lan...Brother Lan..."
Before Zhao Yan could finish his words, there was another knock on the door in the yard: "Sir, Brother Shen, I'm Daniu! My uncle sent someone over again!"
Yong Shaolan stopped fanning himself with the feather fan in his hand and stood up: "I'll go open the door. You're too hot, so go fan yourself."
Zhao Yan sat on a small stool holding a watermelon, looking at the man's back. He then realized that it was so cool just now. It turned out that Brother Lan had been fanning him.
The sweet melon juice flows along the tip of the tongue, fills the entire mouth, and then goes down the throat to the abdomen.
This melon is so disgusting, why is it so sweet?
He controls his sugar intake and stops eating it.
…
Yong Shaolan briefly exchanged a few words with Daniu, "Sorry to bother you, Brother Daniu. I'll pack up and go right away."
Da Niu: "Okay, okay, where's Brother Xiao Shen? I stewed an old hen today to nourish Xiao Niu's mother. Can you let Brother Xiao Shen come to my house to play this afternoon?"
Yong Shaolan recalled the boy's condition last night and said slowly, "No, he can't leave me. I'll take him with me."
Upon hearing this, Da Niu scratched his head, wondering why they were both grown men and couldn't leave each other.
They act like a newlywed couple.
Daniel: "Alright, then you guys go pack up. I hope the gentleman can find his relatives soon so he doesn't have to live in this deserted village anymore."
Yong Shaolan walked in and saw the young man with his back to him, his chin supported by his hands, in a daze, "Brother Chen..."
Zhao Yan pouted, turned around, and grinned, "Oh, Brother Lan, you're such a nag. I get it. You're going out and may not come back tonight. Don't worry, I can handle it alone. If you're really worried, I'll go..."
"..." Yong Shaolan rubbed the boy's head and said, "Would you please go with me?"
"Hmm? Hmm? I'm with you?" Zhao Yan pointed at himself and tilted his head to confirm: "Is this true?"
Yong Shaolan went to collect the herbs Zhao Yan was going to take. He had only boiled one batch and would need to find a place to boil more in the evening, so he took out another packet of medicine. "Well, I checked the place out last time and it's not dangerous. I still have some silver. If I can't come back tonight, we can find an inn to stay in."
"Can you go with me? Yanyan."
Zhao Yan licked his lips and then picked up the watermelon he had eaten a little of: "In that case, I'll go with Brother Lan!"
Yong Shaolan raised his lips and smiled: "Well, thank you for your hard work."
…
Zhao Yan and the man got on the carriage arranged by Uncle Da Niu, and arrived at the town in just one hour.
After getting out of the car, Zhao Yan followed the man obediently and walked to a neatly renovated courtyard with three entrances and four courtyards.
As soon as he entered the door, a middle-aged man in a satin coat came up to him and said, "Mr. Xiao."
Then the middle-aged man noticed that Yong Shaolan brought an extra person with him: "Who is this little brother?"
"My wife." Yong Shaolan held Zhao Yan's hand and said, "Mr. Li, let's get down to business."
Zhao Yan: “???”
Uncle Danniu retracted his gossipy face, nodded, and then said, "There shouldn't be any mistakes this time. Please take a look, sir."
As he spoke, Uncle Da Niu pulled out a letter written on cloth from his sleeve. The handwriting on it was crooked, and you could just barely make out what was written. "This was found by an informant yesterday in Chenjia Village, Dongyang County. It seems someone noticed us and left it there on purpose."
Yong Shaolan took a look at the handwriting. It was indeed Xuanji's handwriting, and the time of their meeting was also his birthday. "Chenjia Village?"
"Yes, it's only about fifty miles away from where we last went. It's very likely that we got separated. Besides, there's a big landlord in Chenjia Village, and most of the arable land there is cultivated by tenants from outside."
Yong Shaolan returned the cloth to his uncle, "Mr. Li, please help me destroy it. I will leave for Chenjia Village now."
After saying this, Uncle Da Niu glanced at Zhao Yan and thought to himself that the Regent Prince was twenty-four and had not yet taken a concubine or married. It turned out that he had a homosexual tendency. However, this young man looked unfamiliar. However, he had not been back to Qingshui Village for a long time, so it was normal that he did not recognize him.
What a blessing! Qingshui Village has a regent princess!
Uncle Da Niu: "Okay, okay, I have prepared the carriage and guards. The master and the lady will drive the carriage, and they will follow on horseback."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
Doesn't he look like the one above?
…
Yong Shaolan drove the carriage out of town, while Zhao Yan sat beside him, eating a watermelon while pondering what the man had just said. "Brother Lan, do you gay men also have husbands and wives?"
Yong Shaolan: "Why, Brother Shen, are you interested in listening?"
As the man spoke, he unhooked the ribbon from his eyes. His enchanting golden pupils stared straight at him, making Zhao Yan feel a little embarrassed. He quickly shook his head, "I, I'm not interested. I'm just curious. You just said I was your wife, and Da Niu's uncle isn't curious at all?"
Yong Shaolan moved away from the boy's plump lips and moved his gaze to his face: "Because you are prettier than me."
"What's so good-looking or not good-looking about grown men?" Zhao Yan dug a large piece of melon flesh and stuffed it into his mouth, filling it up: "Wo, stubborn, chew chew chew, fierce and handsome, chew chew chew..."
Yong Shaolan's feathers drooped slightly, and his eyes could not move away from the young man's face: "Yanyan."
Shen said: “Your mouth is really good at eating.”
Zhao Yan chewed and chewed: "Hmm...?"
I felt something was wrong, but I didn't know what was wrong: "I feel uncomfortable because of this horse shaking. I need to finish eating quickly."
Yong Shaolan silently looked away: "Well, eat."
…
Xuanji and Wenquan were Yong Shaolan's confidants. They returned to Beijing from Liaodong with him to report on their work, and later they were chased and fell off a cliff together.
The address left in the letter was in a dilapidated temple in the east of Dongyang County. It took two hours to drive a carriage from Guanyang Town. It was after the hour of You in the afternoon that Yong Shaolan drove the carriage into Dongyang. A household registration was required to enter the county, so Xuan Ji asked him to meet outside the city, which further proved that he was not fake.
After parking the horses outside the dilapidated temple, Yong Shaolan entered the carriage, took out Zhao Yan's medicine, and then woke the sleeping person: "We are here, get up and take some medicine."
Zhao Yan fell asleep after eating the melon and woke up in a daze, "Oh, what time is it?"
The sun was already setting, wild birds were flying in the sky, and golden light was floating on the sparkling lake.
"The end of the You hour."
It’s already seven o’clock?
He slept for two hours...
Zhao Yan rubbed his eyelids, drank the medicine in one gulp, then lifted the curtain and took a look outside: "Is this the place where Brother Lan and the guards met? It's quite beautiful, with a big lake!"
Zhao Yan was admiring the scenery when he suddenly saw a figure coming towards the lake with the light behind him. There was no one living in this desolate wilderness and the man looked big and strong. He should be the guard that Brother Lan was looking for, right?
Seeing this, Zhao Yan quickly lowered the curtain and said, "Brother Lan, there is no one here!"
"Let's go down and take a look!"
"Yeah," Yong Shaolan helped the young man get off the carriage, and they stood behind the carriage, one in front and one behind, watching the backlit figure gradually walking towards them.
Yong Shaolan couldn't see the man's facial features clearly, but the blurry figure did look like Xuanji. "What does he look like?"
"Let me see," Zhao Yan said, squinting his eyes. But before he could get a good look, the man seemed to have spotted them and ran towards them quickly: "Master! Master! Xuanji finally found you!"
Yong Shaolan: "No need to look at it, that's right."
…
Seeing the man coming, Zhao Yan got on the carriage and asked the master and servant to reminisce about the past.
In just fifteen minutes, Yong Shaolan returned and said, "Okay, let's go back."
"Where's your bodyguard?" Zhao Yan lifted the curtain and peeked outside. He was met with a man with a shiny black scar. The man smiled at him and said, "Madam, my name is Xuanji. I'm the master's personal bodyguard. From now on, I'll follow you back to farm."
"ah?"
Yong Shaolan impatiently pulled down the curtain and pulled the boy back into the sedan chair: "He's ugly, don't scare you."
"Look at me."
Zhao Yan: “…Hmm?”
Brother, you are really... so sexy.
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