Chapter 13 Luo Yunjian "We can only be husband and wife."
At midnight, at the end of the Hai hour, Xuanji drove the carriage back to Guanyang Town. Yong Shaolan went to the inn and booked a room. The waiter cheerfully handed the man a sign, "Sir, this sign is for you."
Xuanji: "Master, won't it be too crowded for the three of us to live in one room?"
Yong Shaolan handed the key to Zhao Yan, and then said to Xuan Ji beside him: "I don't have enough money. You will sleep in the carriage tonight."
Xuanji: "..." Did he hear it right?
Even his prince has times when he has no money to spend???
"Hey, Master, you should have told me earlier, I have it!" Xuanji took out the redemption money she had earned in the past few days and handed it to the waiter: "I'll just stay in any room."
"I will use the remaining silver to redeem Wenquan."
Wenquan and Xuanji were both personal guards of the Prince Regent's Palace and the left and right commanders of the Liaodong Army. After they got lost from their prince, they were both sold to Dongyang County to work as laborers.
Zhao Yan, who was watching silently from the side: "......"
After the waiter had booked the room, he and Yong Shaolan returned to the room to rest.
Yong Shaolan entered the room and took the medicine from the young man. "I'll go make some medicine for you and buy some noodles. You can play here for a while."
Zhao Yan wanted to ask about Brother Lan and his guard. After all, Brother Lan had said before that he was waiting for his guard in Qingshui Village. Now that he had found the person, would they be leaving soon?
"I'll go with you," Zhao Yan thought, buttoning up his coat that had two buttons undone. "I'm not a child anymore. How can I always rely on Brother Lan to take care of me?"
Zhao Yan: "Let's go!"
"Yeah," Yong Shaolan looked at the young man's wrinkled brow and agreed with him.
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The two first went to the waiter to borrow the medicine jar for decocting medicine. The waiter enthusiastically wanted to help them. After handing the medicine to the waiter, Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan left the inn together.
It was already the end of the night, around ten or eleven at night. The streets were deserted, save for a few food vendors still setting up their stalls. Dayan had been established for less than fifty years, and the laws were relaxed, with no curfew.
Zhao Yan followed Yong Shaolan's lead and put his hands behind his back, chewing the words in his mouth over and over again: "That..."
Yong Shaolan's eyes were fixed on the young man: "Shen..."
The two of them spoke at the same time. Zhao Yan turned his head to look at the man, "How about you speak first?"
Yong Shaolan was not polite either, and said lightly "hmm", and then said: "Brother Shen, what do you want to ask?"
Zhao Yan looked surprised: "Huh? How did Brother Lan know there was something wrong with me?"
Yong Shaolan said without hesitation: "Because I like you."
He added, "I know what you are thinking."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
With a look of disbelief, he said, "Then guess what I want to ask?"
"When will I return?" Yong Shaolan stopped and said, "Brother Shen, do you want to ask me when I will leave Qingshui Village?"
Zhao Yan was stunned: "...Oh my god, you really guessed it."
"That's right," Zhao Yan looked at the dark street ahead. Although there were lanterns on both sides of the road, he still felt it was dark. It didn't look like his mansion at all. Even the toilet had several lamps lit by the eunuchs on duty.
But... he likes it here more.
Zhao Yan kicked a small stone out of boredom. "When are you leaving? To Yujing? Is your home in Yujing? Will we still be good friends in the future?"
If Brother Lan wanted to leave, he could go back with him, but when he thought about what he would face when he returned to Yujing, Zhao Yan was not happy at all.
With his father's birthday approaching, the bad boy in him has awakened. After he returns, his father and mother will definitely force him to marry a man.
The most important thing is that he probably won’t be able to just walk on the street with Brother Lan in such a plain and simple way again.
"At the latest, early next month, my family is indeed in Yujing. As for the last question."
Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat. He didn't know why Shen Yan was so prejudiced against him, but then he thought about it. The Shen family was in Jinling and was a follower of the Nangong family. It was natural for them to hate him.
"Brother Shen," Yong Shaolan said solemnly, "We can only be husband and wife."
Zhao Yan was speechless: “…………”
Who wants to be your wife!
"Hey, the noodle stall is closing!" Zhao Yan watched from afar, leaving the man behind and running out like crazy: "I'll go first!"
Yong Shaolan looked at the young man's figure gradually disappearing, and his eyes couldn't help but darken a little.
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Zhao Yan rushed over before the boss put away the sign: "Boss, two bowls of mutton noodles!"
"I'm closing the stall today," the stall owner said, waving his hand without even looking at the boy who came to buy noodles. "Come back tomorrow."
Zhao Yan: “…”
At this time, Yong Shaolan walked over and said, "Shopkeeper, please make two bowls of noodles."
After saying that, the man took out a purse from his sleeve and put some change in it: "Sorry for the trouble."
The stall owner thought the voice sounded familiar and looked up. Who else could it be but the blind man who often patronized him?
The stall owner took the change, enough to buy ten bowls of noodles, and then went to get the noodles: "Please sit down, it will be ready soon, it will be ready soon."
Zhao Yan saw that the stall owner had no intention of giving change, and just when he was about to ask if he had given too much, he was pulled by the man and pressed onto a small stool set up by the roadside.
"Did he overcharge you?" Zhao Yan looked back at the sign, which clearly said mutton noodles cost ten cents.
"Well," Yong Shaolan said, "I'm blind anyway, and I can't see."
Zhao Yan: “…”
You clearly know everything, yet you insist on suffering in silence.
Zhao Yan glanced at the man angrily, then looked at his delicate, three-dimensional features in the moonlight. Curiosity welled up in his heart, "But, Brother Lan, can't you see a little more clearly? And, have your eyes been like this since you were a child?"
"No," Yong Shaolan said seriously, "It has only become like this in the last few months. I can only vaguely see its general outline."
"Is that so?" Zhao Yan pursed his lips. "Then you can't even see what I look like?"
Yong Shaolan nodded: "Yeah."
And you still say you like him?
Zhao Yan was even more certain that the man was like this because of his Qilin'er setting. He raised his hand and sniffed the smell on his body. There was indeed a faint fragrance, but this smell could not be smelled at all unless you smelled it closely.
"I like you no matter what you look like."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Six hundred and sixty-six.
"The noodles are here," the stall owner said, bringing two bowls of hot mutton noodles over and placing them in front of the small table. "You two are lucky today. I've sold out of the marinated meat. I only have three or four servings left. I've put them all in for you. Eat more."
Zhao Yan looked at the piles of mutton and thought to himself, how dare the boss say he gave them more? He wondered how much money Brother Lan had been cheated out of by this guy. "This place is so remote, how much do you make in a day? And you sold it all?"
The stall owner also found it strange. His location was not good, but the rent was cheap and he only earned one or two taels of silver every day. He didn't know what happened today, but five or six strangers dressed in black came here stealthily to eat noodles.
Those people were big eaters. They ate more than twenty bowls. His mutton and beef stew were almost finished.
"Well, it's strange to say, there are a few men in black, probably illegal households, who I don't know who they robbed, but they ate five taels of silver, like pigs."
"I've never seen a foreigner who eats so much in my life."
Zhao Yan: “…”
The young man slurped a big mouthful of noodles, which made his cheeks round. The noodles in this restaurant are really delicious. He temporarily forgave the boss for his outspokenness!
Just when Zhao Yan was about to take his second bite of noodles, Yong Shaolan, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly stood up, grabbed him and walked towards the inn.
Zhao Yan didn't know what was going on. He looked back at the noodles he had just taken a bite of while walking and asked, "Brother Lan, what's wrong?"
Before he could finish his words, several men in black suddenly appeared on the road he had come from. The young man, who had just been assassinated, immediately became alert: "Lan, Brother Lan, good, it looks like there are assassins."
Yong Shaolan is blind, but his insight is top-notch. He realized something was wrong as early as when the stall owner mentioned the men in black. This was the only way for them to return from Dongyang County. These people must have followed Xuan Ji all the way here.
Yong Shaolan protected the young man behind him and said, "Don't be afraid."
Zhao Yan is scared to death, okay? !
The last time he was assassinated, it was a young eunuch, but this time a group of men in black came.
Finished!
Has his whereabouts been exposed?
However, these people are so secretive, they must be afraid of being discovered. He hasn't heard any news about the Queen Mother recently. It seems that the Jinling Army has suppressed the matter and is looking for him privately.
Zhao Yan grabbed the man's clothes tightly. It would be a lie to say that he was not afraid, but these people were here to assassinate him, and he couldn't let Brother Lan, a blind man, take his place.
"Brother Lan." As soon as Zhao Yan moved, the assassin standing in front of them rushed up. Zhao Yan originally wanted to protect the man, but he subconsciously closed his eyes, and then an embrace with a faint scent of soapberry surrounded him.
Zhao Yan was so frightened that he lost his soul. His mind went blank. He felt his body lighten and someone picked him up. He could hear a man's low breathing and the sound of swords clashing.
In the twilight, several people surrounded and fought in a group.
But Yong Shaolan joined the army when he was young. If the assassin had not taken advantage of the poison in his body, how could he have been hurt?
After several rounds, the assassin was already losing. At this time, the noodle stall owner, who was paralyzed on the ground in fear, finally reacted and ran away while shouting, "Help! Someone is killing someone! Help!"
Yong Shaolan's identity cannot be exposed, at least in the short term he does not want to expose it in front of the young man. And right now, when the assassin saw that the man had some concerns, he stabbed the man with a dagger.
Blood instantly flowed like a column from Yong Shaolan's left shoulder.
In the darkness of the night, Xuanji, who had sensed something was wrong, also arrived. Seeing her own prince injured, she no longer remembered the man's instructions and subconsciously called out, "Prince..."
After being given a sidelong look by the man, her mind immediately changed: "Wang, Wang Wang, you bastard!"
"How dare you hurt my master—" Xuanji leaped onto the roof, stretched her muscles, and chased after him: "Give me your life."
When the assassins saw that they had help, they scattered and disappeared without a trace in the night.
Zhao Yan reacted and saw the wound on Yong Shaolan's shoulder. He was shocked and said, "Brother Lan, how are you?"
Yong Shaolan quickly stopped the bleeding, held the back of the boy's head with one hand, and pressed Zhao Yan against his chest to prevent him from looking at his wound.
Then, he said in a hoarse voice: “Brother Shen, it hurts.”
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Yes, I just want you to be my wife.
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