Chapter 32 Golden Stage “Sometimes I think you’re really super perverted!…
The air inside the bed curtains was stagnant, making the already dim room even darker. Zhao Yan curled up in a corner, pursing his lips in thought for a moment, and finally rolled his eyes at Yong Shaolan: "You really don't even want to act anymore."
Zhao Yan suddenly realized something: "You didn't drug me, did you?"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"No, you've always been a deep sleeper."
"Okay, okay, I'll trust you this time," Zhao Yan said, then realized he'd overreacted. They'd originally agreed to get married and kiss after returning to Beijing, but now Brother Lan had to wait until he was asleep before giving him a sneaky kiss. "Um..."
"No? What do you mean I always sleep soundly?" Zhao Yan felt like he had discovered something extraordinary: "You, you, you didn't kiss me secretly before, did you?"
"without."
"I was wrong." Yong Shaolan let go of the boy, looked up at him and apologized earnestly: "Next time I'll kiss you with your consent."
Zhao Yan: "That's more like it!"
"I'm not angry," Zhao Yan licked his numb lips, not knowing how to express himself, and stammered, "It's just..."
Oops, I forgot what it felt like just now!
"Just don't stick out your tongue," Zhao Yan rubbed his face. "Who would start a relationship with a tongue kiss right away? And you even kissed her while she was asleep. That's called sleep rape, you know?... I can't stand it!"
"..." Yong Shaolan cleared his throat and said, "Want to proceed step by step? Try it while you're awake?"
Yong Shaolan said calmly, "I thought you would endure it, lie, and acquiesce in my initiative."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Is Yong Shaolan the worm in his stomach? Such an accurate guess.
"I agree," Yong Shaolan said again, "Then I'll let you feel it again—"
"Don't..." Zhao Yan didn't have time to say no before a strong hand gripped his jaw. A hot masculine scent suddenly approached, and cool, soft lips gently pressed against his.
How to describe it?
Very soft, very different touch. The lips were fleeting, just a touch and then gone.
Zhao Yan's eyes were wide open, as if frozen in time, and it took him a long time to react.
Then, an unprecedented emotion surged from all directions like a tide - he was kissed, he really kissed a man, his first kiss, what a wonderful feeling!
Ahhhhhhhh!
The young man buried his head in the quilt, wrapped himself up like a dumpling, and tossed and turned on the bed: "Ahhh!"
The little mouth murmured: "I was kissed! I was kissed! Ahhhhhhhh!"
Yong Shaolan sat on the side of the bed with his knees bent, looking down at Zhao Yan, who looked like a dumpling.
“…………”
cute.
Zhao Yan was rolling around when the quilt on his head was suddenly pulled back. Yong Shaolan looked at him with a stern face: "It's almost midnight, go to bed."
Zhao Yan: “…”
He tilted his head and looked at Yong Shaolan, who was calm and collected.
"Hey, why aren't you excited at all?"
"Tell me, is this your first kiss!???"
"Yes," Yong Shaolan replied calmly, "Besides, I'm still a virgin. I'll wait for you to break my virginity for me, okay?"
Zhao Yan's face flushed instantly: "You are sick, sick, sick, who asked you this!"
Zhao Yan rolled over in bed without looking at Yong Shaolan: "Sleep, sleep, sleep!"
…
The next morning, Zhao Yan got up before dawn. Yong Shaolan wanted to keep him for dinner, but luckily he was smart and found an excuse to accompany the Seventh Prince to choose a wife: "Don't get up, sleep a little longer, and I'll bring one to you after I've chosen one."
"The Seventh Prince loves me so much that he asked the Crown Prince to find someone from the Hanlin Academy."
Zhao Cheng had already taken care of this matter for him yesterday, but Zhao Yan turned it down in order to meet Yong Shaolan.
"Yes," Yong Shaolan: "I understand."
Zhao Yan put on his clothes and looked at the man with a strange expression on his face. "Brother Lan, why are you unhappy? Didn't I tell you not to get up?"
"..." Yong Shaolan explained calmly: "Go to court."
Zhao Yanmu paused: "Okay."
"Then why do you look unhappy?"
Because you are not good.
"Nothing." Yong Shaolan stood up and touched Zhao Yan's head. "Come over again tonight?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
"No!" Zhao Yan had sneaked out last night. If they were discovered, his father and mother would definitely be unhappy. Besides, he also had a lot of things to do. "I really can't come here all the time... Although the Seventh Prince loves me, but, but..."
Yong Shaolan raised an eyebrow and made an excuse for him: "Bad temper?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Zhao Yan nodded. "Although the Seventh Prince is kind-hearted, he has a bad temper. If I come here often, he will definitely be angry!"
"Okay," Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened, "Let's go, I'll take you out."
…
Not long after returning to Zichen Palace, Zhao Cheng indeed came over with a few young men.
The young eunuch from the East Palace took the initiative to introduce Zhao Yan: "I have finished speaking, what do you think, Your Highness?"
Zhao Yan originally wanted Zhao Cheng to help him, so it was natural that he couldn't be too demanding of others, but he didn't want to be careless about Qingshui Village. "It's okay, thank you brother."
Zhao Cheng: "It's okay, it's what a brother should do."
"You all know what I want, right? I want you to go to Guanyang and establish a school in the countryside." Zhao Yan glanced at the people's hometowns, all of whom were from Yujing and Jinling. "Are any of you willing to go?"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng raised a question to several scholars: "This... Ah Yan, you let them go to the countryside?"
Everyone looked at each other and began to whisper to each other.
Zhao Yan nodded. "Yeah, brother, you don't know how poor the education is in the countryside right now. Many children in towns don't even have access to education. The country needs talent for development. I'm going to use my own money to build a few schools in Guanyang. What do you think?"
Zhao Cheng: “…”
Since ancient times, officials have been selected from aristocratic families. Although Emperor Wen of the previous dynasty established the imperial examination system, it was difficult for students from poor families to enter the bureaucratic system without the recommendation of a prominent family.
Emperor Wen of the previous dynasty couldn't accomplish this, how dare a fool like Zhao Yan try?
Are you trying to win people's hearts by doing this?
"Brother, you think it's good," Zhao Cheng glanced at the people he summoned. He thought these people were really good and wanted Zhao Yan to see his vision. He didn't expect that Zhao Yan actually wanted his people to go to the countryside to teach.
Zhao Cheng cleared his throat and said, "You have heard the Seventh Prince's request. Go back and pack up and listen to His Highness's instructions."
"Your Highness, this won't do. I have an eighty-year-old mother at home..."
"Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness, but I have parents at home who need my care."
"My father just passed away. I'm not allowed to leave the capital during the period of mourning!"
"Ah...?" Zhao Yan looked at the college students who were refusing each other, thinking that he hadn't even started to choose, but they were already making excuses to refuse: "No, I can give you more salary, and Guanyang's noodles are delicious--"
Upon hearing this, several people knelt on the ground and said, "Seventh Prince, please revoke your order!"
Zhao Yan: “…………”
How come you don’t want the money?!
Zhao Cheng watched the young man humiliated, the corners of his lips curling up uncontrollably. Although these people came from humble backgrounds, they were still proud. To expect them to give up their futures and move to the countryside for a few bucks was unrealistic.
Zhao Cheng wondered how there could be someone as stupid as Zhao Yan in the world.
Fortunately, he is the future emperor of Dayan.
Zhao Cheng cleared his throat and said, "Since they don't want to, Ah Yan, there's no need to force them. I'll find you a few more."
"Okay then, thank you, brother." The boy sighed, leaned lazily against the back of the chair, tilted his head and muttered, "Brother, you are so kind."
"Then I'll leave this matter to you."
Zhao Cheng: "Yeah."
Zhao Yan has good vision.
Zhao Yan felt lazy all afternoon, having failed to accomplish what he wanted. He lay in bed, thinking for a long time, but he couldn't understand why these college students would reject his high-paying job offer. Wasn't the job market bad enough? They didn't have such conditions back then!
However, Zhao Yan stopped thinking about it for the time being since he couldn't figure it out. He didn't want to waste his time on internal energy, so he might as well take a nap first.
The next day, Zhao Yan had a fever and slept all day, only getting out of bed around six in the afternoon. Xiao Zhouzi brought the medicine and gently applied it to the boy's palm: "Your Highness, it's already evening. Eat something and then go to bed."
"Hmm..." Zhao Yan was indeed sleepy, especially since he was still in the estrus period, "No."
The last time he notified the Imperial Medical Bureau to research an antidote for Brother Lan, there has been no reply for several days. Moreover, he is in estrus now, so Brother Lan's poison might break out again.
Zhao Yan: "Has anyone come to see me today?"
"Looking for you? No, oh, the palace did send something over, two packages in total, one is for you and the other is also for you," said little Zhouzi, taking out the things that Prince Yong had loosened when he went to court in the morning. One was in a lacquer box and the other was in a bamboo basket.
"What a difference in treatment," Zhao Yan got out of bed. Xiao Zhouzi placed both gifts on the table. Zhao Yan still wanted to lift the curtain of the bamboo basket first. Inside was a porcelain jar. When he opened it, he found a soft and tender stewed mutton. "Wow, I just wanted to eat this! Quickly ask the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles!"
Xiao Zhouzi nodded and gave the order.
Zhao Yan was already quite satisfied with this, but since Brother Lan had prepared two, he wasn't shy about it. The lacquerware was exquisite, and it was clear that Brother Lan had chosen such a beautiful gift box just to ensure that "Seventh Prince" could have a comfortable life. The lacquer box was opened, revealing a piece of snow-white silk, and then a small box of medicinal herbs.
Zhao Yan didn't understand what it was and called out to Xiao Zhouzi. Xiao Zhouzi also didn't understand, so he called over the knowledgeable female official: "This is a precious medicinal herb that grows on the snowy mountains. It replenishes qi and blood. Each plant is worth a thousand gold. Your Highness, is there anyone who wants to buy the title?"
"..." Zhao Yan: "Buy a title? Is this thing so expensive?"
The female official had previously worked at the Imperial Medical Bureau and had read about this medicinal herb in ancient texts. It was said that only one plant could be found every few hundred years, making it valuable due to its rarity. It was also said that the founding emperor of the previous dynasty, in his later years, was obsessed with alchemy and, in order to obtain this herb, even offered titles of nobility, sparking a wave of people climbing the snowy mountains to collect the elixir. From this time on, the saying "one plant of the magical herb equals one marquis" became popular.
Zhao Yan closed the box angrily after hearing this. "This is such a precious thing. I don't know if my father and mother can use it..."
The female official said: "Your Majesty is too weak to take supplements at this age. Your Highness should accept it first."
"Well," Zhao Yan nodded, "Take it. I won't sleep either. I'll go to Prince Yong's Mansion after dinner."
…
When Zhao Yan arrived at Prince Yong's mansion, Yong Shaolan was in the middle of a meeting with the Northern Pacification Commissioner. The doorman came over to report that Wen Quan was standing guard at the door. "What's the rush? The prince is discussing important matters. We can talk later if you have anything else to say."
The doorman nodded and said, "Guard Wenquan, the people from Zichen Palace have arrived."
"..." Wen Quan: "Then I'd better go in and tell the prince, then go down."
Zhao Yan was arranged to stay in the tea room. The prince's servant made him a pot of tea and brought him many pastries. He had just eaten a piece when he heard footsteps outside the door.
Yong Shaolan walked in wearing a crimson official robe. "Why are you free to come here today?"
Zhao Yan's eyes were attracted by the man's clothes, and he glanced at the tall figure twice imperceptibly: "I received the gift you gave me, and came here specially to thank you."
"Hmm?" Yong Shaolan walked over, took the half-eaten cake from Zhao Yan, put it to his lips and took a small taste, then said, "Is it delicious? I stewed it according to the recipe that the vendor from Guan Yang gave me."
"Delicious!" Zhao Yan said with a smile, "I ate a big bowl!"
"You've lost weight." Yong Shaolan sat on the opposite side of the boy, took off the blindfold, and looked at the blurred outline: "Don't you eat well?"
Zhao Yan touched his face: "Really? Are you okay? But I do have a poor appetite..."
Nothing has gone smoothly recently, otherwise Zhao Yan wouldn't have come to Brother Lan to have fun: "I'll sleep at your place tonight, and you can suck me off. Can you put me to sleep?"
Yong Shaolan: “Yeah.”
"Ask the servant to prepare hot water. Play here for a while and don't drink tea." As he said that, Yong Shaolan stood up, took the teapot beside the young man and handed it to the servant. After a while, the servant brought over a jade pot.
Yong Shaolan handed the iced watermelon juice to the boy: "Try it."
Zhao Yan stretched his neck to swallow the cake in his mouth, held the crystal glass, and drank half of it: "I didn't expect that I could drink juice here."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Always saying weird things.
Yong Shaolan turned back and sat down. Looking at Zhao Yan eating obediently, he walked over and took the pastry and put it to his lips.
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan looked up at the man: "What?"
Yong Shaolan cleared his throat and said, "I want to feed you something, is that okay?"
"What a weird habit, ah..." Zhao Yan raised his chin slightly, opened his mouth, held the sweet cake in his mouth, and took a small sip: "It's delicious..."
Yong Shaolan moved his hands, rolling the food across the boy's lips. Soon Zhao Yan opened his mouth again, biting it with his white teeth, wrapping it in his mouth, and chewing it with satisfaction: "Continue."
The Yunpian Cake is made of rice flour and melts in the mouth. Zhao Yan just took a bite and before he could swallow it, the food on the edge of his mouth came back in: "Hmm... How can you feed something like this..."
When Zhao Yan was painting, he also read some romance novels. The scenes where the hero and heroine feed each other during their passionate love are usually very sweet, but why does it seem like feeding pigs when it comes to Yong Shaolan?
Zhao Yan chewed the food in his mouth vigorously, but Yong Shaolan kept feeding him. He didn't want to spoil the fun and just eat it. In the end, his cheeks were sore: "No..."
A gaze like one wet with saliva passed over the boy's tightly pursed lips.
Yong Shaolan looked at the cake in his hand that was eaten by the boy and slurred his throat with satisfaction, "He's really good at eating."
Zhao Yan chewed and chewed until he finally finished the pastry in his mouth, then complained, "How can you feed your child like that? When people are in love, they feed their children a little at a time and then praise them, saying, 'Baby, you look so cute when you eat.'"
Zhao Yan finally finished eating and said angrily, "You're just shoving food into my mouth..."
Yong Shaolan had returned to sit across from him, his burning gaze still fixed on his face. This gaze irritated Zhao Yan, who muttered softly, "Sometimes I really feel like you're super perverted."
Yong Shaolan's eyes only fell on the boy's lips, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
He said lightly: "After eating, go wash up."
"Hmm," Zhao Yan finished the rest of the watermelon juice, "Let's go, I'm such a wimp, I just want to take a nap after eating!"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
After washing up and returning to the bedroom, Zhao Yan discovered that there were many more sets of clothes suitable for him in Yong Shaolan's wardrobe. Before he could ask, Yong Shaolan took the initiative to explain: "These were all made by someone in the past few days, so that you can change them more conveniently."
Zhao Yan: “…”
It seemed like he would come over to sleep every night from then on.
"Okay," Zhao Yan closed the cabinet door, ran onto the bed barefoot, crawled into the soft bedding, and smelled a hint of the warm sun. "I'm so tired!"
Yong Shaolan walked over, snuffed the candles, and lowered the bed curtains: "Are you worried about something?"
"Hmm?" The young man moved to make room for Yong Shaolan, opened one eye and looked at him: "Brother Lan, are you the worm in my stomach?"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
He got on the bed and covered Zhao Yan with the quilt: "Tell me about it?"
"It's hot," Zhao Yan kicked the quilt away, leaving a corner covering his stomach, resting his head on his arms, and crossed his legs. "It's nothing important. It's just about the Seventh Prince looking for a gentleman for me a few days ago."
"Today, the Crown Prince brought some people to the Purple Palace for me to choose. But when I told them to go to Guanyang, they started making excuses... I even offered them double the silver and refused to do it."
"But I'm not discouraged. I decided to find another batch and triple their salary. In addition..." Zhao Yan thought about the welfare policy: "Also, we'll build a few houses in Guanyang so that those who get married can bring their parents, wives, and children with them, solving the problem of them not being able to fulfill their filial duties!"
Zhao Yan felt like he was investing in a business, but the sunk costs were likely quite high. First, the teaching cycle was long, and second, there was no way this project would make him any money. However, it would benefit the entire country. In Guanyang… if he were to open a school in Guanyang, he could invest his money for decades, but if he wanted to benefit the entire Dayan, that would be a bit more difficult.
Zhao Yan: "It's difficult to benefit the entire territory."
"It's not difficult," Yong Shaolan replied lightly.
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan immediately perked up upon hearing this and sat up: "Brother Lan, do you have a solution?"
Yong Shaolan said calmly, "You go and persuade the Seventh Prince to become emperor. Countless people will be there to help you with whatever you want to do. You only need to adopt the method that you think is most reasonable."
Zhao Yan: “…”
"I've strayed off topic. Guan Yang's situation hasn't been resolved yet."
Yong Shaolan said "hmm" lightly, and then said: "This is easier to handle."
"Is it true or false?" Zhao Yan looked at Yong Shaolan in disbelief: "What should I do?"
Yong Shaolan said calmly: "Kiss me and I will tell you."
Zhao Yan: “…”
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