Chapter 2: Luoyunjian’s political conspiracy text exploded and turned into a farming text~
The men who took Yong Shaolan to the mountains to collect herbs were Wang Dazhu and his brothers from Qingshui Village. These men were hunters in the village and were extremely strong.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Dazhu lifted the boy onto his back and said, "The rest of you continue gathering herbs. Brother Xiao and I will carry this little boy back to see what's going on."
"Good job, Brother Dazhu."
After saying that, Wang Dazhu followed the man towards Qingshui Village.
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Yong Shaolan's residence in Qingshui Village was originally an abandoned temple. After he fell into trouble, he received help from the villagers, who helped him repair the dilapidated temple. It now has a main room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a small courtyard. Although it is simple, it can temporarily shelter him from the wind and rain.
Wang Dazhu placed the little boy on the man's bed. Seeing his clothes all washed away by the water, his fair skin covered with algae, his face flushed. He helped him close his pajamas. "Oh, this little boy is only wearing his underwear. I'm afraid he didn't jump into the river out of frustration?"
After saying that, he thought the material of the pajamas was fine and smooth, which was not something that ordinary people like them could afford to wear: "He is still a young master, and the material of his clothes is better than yours, Brother Xiao."
Yong Shaolan walked in and went to the bedroom. Through the sunshade on his eyes, he could easily see a white body lying on his bed.
It wasn't his illusion. As soon as he got closer to the boy, the fragrance mixed with the distinct smell of earth became even clearer.
"We still have some herbs at home to dispel the cold. I can handle this myself. Brother Dazhu, you should go back and help the brothers."
"Oh, that's fine. They might not be able to find the herb," Wang Dazhu said. He then patted the dried dirt off his body in front of the man. He had been patting for a long time before he realized something was wrong. He chuckled and said, "Oh, look at me. I forgot Brother Xiao likes to be clean. I'll go out and pat it."
The man's tone was cold: "No problem."
Yong Shaolan paced and saw Wang Dazhu out the door, then returned to the room, walked to the bamboo bed, and then tore off the cloth covering his eyes.
Under the black cloth, there was a pair of rare and somewhat terrifying double pupils.
Two golden pupils, one large and one small, occupied his eye sockets. His narrow and long eyes were slightly narrowed, making him look like a ghost in a storybook that seeks out people's souls. But looking at his appearance and clothes, he was handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. Although his skin color was not as white as the young man on the bed, it was definitely not black. Coupled with the green crane cloak, he added a bit of Confucian temperament.
It's like a pair of devilish eyes growing on a cold and aloof Buddhist.
But even without the cloth covering his eyes, Yong Shaolan still couldn't see the boy's appearance.
There was no one in the room and it was quiet except for the chirping of cicadas and the clucking of chickens and ducks from the big locust tree outside.
Yong Shaolan stood in front of the bamboo bed for a while, then leaned over, following the faint fragrance, and his slender fingertips fell on the boy's smooth neck.
His knuckles lifted up the torn nightgown, revealing the smooth back of the neck and white shoulders. He rubbed it roughly a few times, and the white and tender skin turned pink. A faint fragrance seemed to be rubbed out from the flesh.
Finally, Yong Shaolan twisted his fingertips and gently sniffed the body fragrance on his knuckles.
Sure enough, the pain in my head eased a little.
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Zhao Yan seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, he fought fiercely with the eunuch who wanted to take his life. In the end, he was defeated and his neck was strangled. The more it was strangled, the more painful it became until he completely stopped breathing!
But for some reason, the young eunuch didn't seem to want to kill him. He rubbed the soft flesh on the back of his neck affectionately and kept rubbing it.
Then he started to feel hot all over.
Suddenly, he felt his eyes light up, and then he took a deep breath.
"I'll fight you to the death—" The young man struggled out of his nightmare. The bamboo bed creaked as he shook it. Then a cold male voice sounded in Zhao Yan's ear: "Awake?"
who?
Before the boy could react, the male voice sounded again: "Come and have something to eat when you wake up."
"Hmm...?" The young man seemed puzzled as to where he was. His thick eyelashes narrowed slightly, and his sight slowly focused on the tall figure in front of the window. Looking up, he saw the man with one hand behind his back, wearing a crane cloak, and a cloth covering his eyes.
blind.
But, he is a very handsome blind man.
"Ben... where am I?" Zhao Yan raised his hand and pinched his head, which felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Only then did he remember that he had encountered an assassin on the way back to Beijing, and then rolled down a cliff -
Was he rescued?
"Guanyang County, Qingshui Village. I saved you." The man continued, "You've been sleeping for three days, and you've had a fever for three days. You've taken many medicines, but there's been no improvement. Eat some food and get some sleep. Tomorrow I'll take you to town to see a doctor."
After the man said this, Zhao Yan subconsciously touched his forehead, and it was indeed very hot... It has been more than ten years, and except for the high fever that wouldn't go away after he fell into the water when he was eight years old, he hasn't had a fever for a long time.
"Oh." Zhao Yan nodded, and then slowly turned his attention to the surrounding furnishings. The house was made of rammed earth, and the rooms were narrow and dark. The only light coming in was the small skylight on the roof, but the house was quite clean. There was only a bed and a table in it, and on the table were a few books and four treasures of the study.
If the man hadn't said that this was still Guanyang's territory, Zhao Yan would have thought he had traveled back to a farming country.
Zhao Yan lifted the quilt and found that his boots were gone, replaced by a pair of clean cloth shoes. There was also a clean gauze shirt and his pajamas on the bedside.
Take off his clothes?
The man seemed to notice his confusion and paused serving the rice. He didn't look at him, but said calmly, "You fell into the water. If you don't bathe to ward off the cold, your condition will worsen. So I took it upon myself to wash you. The hemp shirt at the head of the bed was made by someone in town after I felt your size."
After that, the man asked again: "Why, do you mind if I touch you?"
"No," Zhao Yan was nervous because this was the world of a BL novel, and he was afraid that there might be some hidden plot in a rural drama...
Zhao Yan shook his head. For some reason, he always felt that the man in front of him was very oppressive and would not tolerate any questioning of his words. However, after all, it was the man who saved him, so he should be grateful to him: "Thank you, brother."
As he spoke, Zhao Yan picked up the hemp shirt on the bedside and began to put it on himself.
In the original novel, although he was set up as a driving Qilin, fortunately he was also a little prince. He had traveled through time for more than ten years and lived a precious life. His clothes were all made of silk, but the people in ancient times could not afford silk. They could only wear one hemp shirt.
The rough fabric stuck to my body and was a bit itchy, especially at the back of my neck, which felt sore and uncomfortable, as if someone had pinched me.
After getting dressed, Zhao Yan stood up and tried to tidy up the bedding on the bed, but the man noticed his movements and urged him, "The food is getting cold."
"Oh," Zhao Yan simply spread out the bedding, then walked out of the room and walked to another room. He found that this room was much more spacious, but it was filled with many stacked tables and benches. "Brother, are you a teacher?"
The man said "hmm" lightly, then lifted his robe and sat down, placing the spoon in another bowl: "Any questions?"
Zhao Yan sat down with the man, "No, no problem."
No wonder the suppressing power was so strong, it was as if he saw the Taifu, and it turned out to be the teacher.
Zhao Yan held the bowl and ate the glutinous rice in small bites. Although it was not even one ten-thousandth of the taste before, perhaps because he hadn't eaten for a long time, he found it surprisingly delicious and ate several bowls without realizing it.
The boy sat obediently in a corner of the dining table, holding his bowl and chopsticks without any hesitation and eating heartily.
Yong Shaolan ate a little and left the rest to the young man.
Although he ate fast, he was still quite polite. His pajamas were made of white silk, a rare material in Jiangnan. His skin was so tender that you could pinch water out of it. I guess he was either a royal relative or from a prominent family. As for the faint body fragrance on him.
The Jiangnan area is rich in exotic fragrances. Most of the literati and poets have the habit of taking fragrance pills or burning incense to imitate the body fragrance of Qilin'er, a member of the Nangong family in Jinling. This place is also the only way to Jinling, so I think he should be from the south.
The aristocratic families in the south, Zhao, Qi, Chen, Wei, or maybe the Nangong family?
Zhao Yan finally couldn't eat any more after finishing his third bowl of porridge. However, out of courtesy, he finished the porridge in his bowl. After finishing, he looked at the man who had stopped eating a long time ago with a somewhat apologetic look, and said a little embarrassedly: "Sorry, I haven't eaten for several days. I ate a little too much."
Yong Shaolan turned his gaze away from the young man: "No problem, are you full?"
"Yeah, I'm full, I'm full," Zhao Yan said, and was about to start clearing the dishes, but the man got there first, "I'll do it, you go back and rest."
"No, that's not necessary." Zhao Yan touched his forehead. Although it was still a little hot, it was much better than when he first woke up. Besides, the man in front of him had saved him. How could he have the nerve to let a blind man serve him? "Let me help you..."
As he spoke, Zhao Yan remembered that he had not introduced himself to the man yet, but just as he was about to say it, he became worried about the assassin who was chasing him... He didn't even know who wanted to kill him, nor did he know what had happened to his mother and the others.
Zhao is the national surname of Dayan. Apart from the vassal kings south of Jiangnan, they are the only family with the surname Zhao.
Don't reveal your identity for now.
"By the way, sir, I haven't introduced myself yet," Zhao Yan said, thinking of his good friend, and said nervously: "My name is Chen Yan, and my courtesy name is Buyu. What's your name, sir?"
Upon hearing this, Yong Shaolan stopped packing.
Someone from the Jinling Shen family? Their family background is a bit low.
"My last name is Xiao, and my single character is Lan."
Hearing this, Zhao Yan cupped his hands and said, "Then I will call you Brother Xiao."
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened, and he interrupted the young man: "Just call me by my name."
Zhao Yan asked dully, "Brother Lan?"
Yong Shaolan gulped and said, "Hmm."
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