Chapter 33: Golden Stage "I can't be more sexy than you."...
Yong Shaolan said this, as if he was certain Zhao Yan would kiss him. The man's facial features were deep and sharp, and even without expression, he was very dominating. Zhao Yan looked at his confident face and felt a little annoyed. "No kiss, no kiss!"
Damn, I almost couldn't help but kiss her!
"..." Yong Shaolan drooped his eyelashes. "Most of the people in the Hanlin Academy are from the old aristocracy. They have no shortage of money. Moreover, they work under the Seventh Prince and go to Guanyang. For them, there is no political future."
"It would be better to echo the prince's voice."
Zhao Yan: “…”
After Yong Shaolan explained this to him, he understood why he couldn't find anyone. Indeed, a group of high-ranking civil servants from well-off families, aiming for the highest positions, were asked to revitalize the countryside and do grassroots work, leaving their hometowns behind. He wouldn't have wanted to do that either.
Zhao Yan shrank and lay on the bed in a daze: "What should I do?"
"There are many poor students in Yujing Private School. They have no background or foundation, and they can't get recommendations, but they believe that talent can change everything." Yong Shaolan said calmly, "It would be much better to start with these people. Most of them come from farming backgrounds, so they can integrate better with the people of Guanyang."
"Huh?" Zhao Yan suddenly jumped up from the bed and looked at Yong Shaolan, who looked calm. "But they're all in Yujing now. They must also want to make a name for themselves. Is it okay to let them go to Guanyang?"
"Using the Seventh Prince's name is certainly possible," Yong Shaolan said. "For those people, who they work for is more important. And the money you're offering is substantial. As long as His Highness is willing to put aside his status, host a banquet, and promise to transfer them back to the capital after the matter is accomplished, there should be no problem."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Isn't this just empty promises?
Zhao Yan: "Wouldn't that be bad? Besides, the Seventh Prince hasn't been crowned king yet. What if he can't stay in Yujing in the future? Wouldn't that be a lie?"
"So what?" Yong Shaolan said, "The conditions you offer are already very good. It's not unfair."
Zhao Yan was shocked. "Okay, if they want to go to Yujing, I can write a letter to His Majesty the Seventh Prince to recommend them. That would be the best of both worlds."
"Well," Yong Shaolan rubbed the boy's head and said, "Go to sleep first. I'll go with you tomorrow after the court session."
Zhao Yan was very satisfied and laughed heartily. He turned over and crawled towards Yong Shaolan, gently kissing him on the cheek: "Thank you, Brother Lan, you are so good to me!"
A kiss like a feather.
Yong Shaolan lowered his crow feathers slightly, his eyes fell on the boy's pink lips, and his voice became a little deeper: "Well, go to sleep."
…
The next day, Zhao Yan slept until noon. When he woke up, the person who came in to serve him was a servant he didn't recognize. Only then did he realize that he was in Brother Lan's house.
The servant brought a lavender round-necked robe for the young man and placed it at the head of the bed. "Sir, the prince said that after you wake up, you can play in the mansion for a while. The prince will be back before noon to have lunch with you."
"Okay." Zhao Yan stretched: "I don't have anything to do anyway."
After changing his clothes, Zhao Yan was not too hungry, so he simply ate some porridge. After eating, he wandered around the palace. The palace was naturally not comparable to the Taiji Palace, but he felt it was enough. When he got a fiefdom in the future, he would also build such a large courtyard!
The palace servant took the young man for a stroll around the palace. "This place used to be a garden, but it's been neglected for a long time. Does your Excellency have any flowers or plants that you like? I'll go buy some and plant them."
"I don't like flowers and plants," Zhao Yan thought for a moment, "I'll buy some vegetables and plant them so I can have hot pot with them later."
Servant: "Ah...?"
At this time, the gatekeeper from the front yard of the palace ran over and said, "Sir, the prince is back."
Before the doorman finished speaking, Yong Shaolan, dressed in crimson attire, walked towards them.
Zhao Yan was poking at the flowerbed with a small shovel when he saw Yong Shaolan approaching. He threw away what he was holding and said, "Brother Lan, you're back!"
Yong Shaolan nodded slightly, and the servants in the backyard all retreated. They walked up to the young man and asked, "Are you getting impatient?"
"No," Zhao Yan glanced at the sundial before coming to the backyard. It was already past noon. "Didn't you say you'd be back before noon? Is there something going on with the court?"
"Yeah," Yong Shaolan nodded, "Just some small matters. Let's go have lunch."
"Okay," Zhao Yan didn't ask any more questions.
After dinner, Zhao Yan went back to sleep for a while. When he left, the weather was no longer so hot. The two walked side by side to the streets of Yujing. Zhao Yan bought things along the way. When he arrived at the school, he had already collected a lot of gifts.
"Mingyi Hall?"
"Yes," Yong Shaolan responded, "I already greeted you before coming here. Come in."
Zhao Yan nodded: "Okay!"
…
Mingyi Hall was the only private school in the capital, run by a former Imperial Academy scholar. Yong Shaolan had some connections with this man, so after he proposed selecting a tutor, the school had already selected several talented students.
As soon as you enter the door, the aroma of tea fills the air. In front of the temple with winding corridors, there stands a row of young gentlemen in Confucian robes.
Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan entered the room, and everyone bowed and saluted: "Greetings, Your Majesty, and Young Master."
"Hello, sir." Zhao Yan looked through his veil at the row of scholars standing before him and felt that Brother Lan had found the right place. Compared to the great scholars Zhao Chengge had found, this group of humble and polite students was obviously more approachable. "Everyone, please take a seat. My prince sent someone to buy some food at Fanlou. I hope you don't mind."
"Young Master, your courtesy is great."
Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan sat down at the table together, and the servants from the palace presented them with the food they had bought.
There was no wine prepared for the banquet, so they brewed a pot of Wuyi rock tea. Zhao Yan took the initiative to pour tea for the teachers and said what he was thinking: "Brothers, don't be polite, have some tea."
The young men who were being served by Zhao Yan at the dinner table felt very ashamed. They tried to stop Zhao Yan and said, "Sir, you are a retainer of the Seventh Prince. How could you trouble me to pour tea for us..."
"Well, we're all brothers, so saying these things is being polite." Zhao Yan poured tea for everyone and returned to his seat. "His Highness the Seventh Prince wants to establish a school, and he needs your help. I'm working for His Highness, so I should treat you with courtesy."
Zhao Yan raised his teacup and said, "Cheers to everyone."
The young men replied, "Cheers, sir."
After a cup of tea, Zhao Yan had almost created the atmosphere, so he told his plan to renovate a school in Guanyang.
After everyone listened to his serious words, their faces became serious.
"That's about it," Zhao Yan said. "My Highness knows that you all have ambitions and ideals, so after this is accomplished, His Highness will definitely not treat you unfairly. If any of you brothers want to continue to pursue development in the capital, His Highness is willing to recommend them."
"Back then, when we went to the capital to study, we spent all our family savings. My mother had to rely on an old ox to scrape together enough money for my trip. But now, decades later, I'm unable to find a job and can only linger here. Your Highness is kind-hearted and willing to find a way out for children from humble backgrounds like us. We will follow Your Highness and make the school in Guanyang a success."
"Okay!" Zhao Yan sat upright, "With your words, my prince will definitely be happy."
Before the hour of You, Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan left Mingyi Hall and walked back to the palace.
Zhao Yan's mood was so good after he finally got rid of a worry. The smile on his face never stopped since he left Mingyi Hall. "Thanks to Brother Lan for helping me this time. I'll tell His Highness when I get back to the palace tonight and have him reward you well!"
Yong Shaolan walked side by side with Zhao Yan, his eyes fell on him, "Yeah."
"What reward does Brother Lan want?" Zhao Yan thought about his treasure trove, which still contained many military books. "I'll go back and tell His Highness that he'll give them all to you."
Yong Shaolan raised his lips lightly: "Really?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
Zhao Yan felt that his abilities were being questioned. "Of course! I've already said it, His Highness the Seventh Prince treats me very well. Tell me, what do you want?"
Upon hearing this, Yong Shaolan stopped and turned to look at Zhao Yan beside him: "You."
Yong Shaolan replied seriously: "I want you, okay?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
He glanced around, fortunately no one was paying attention to them: "What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't you ashamed?"
Then he muttered softly, "We were married a long time ago. Let's think about it. Is there anything else?"
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyelashes, "Will you stay tonight?"
"I won't stay tonight," Zhao Yan shook his head. "I still have some things to do. Let's do it another day. Don't worry, I'll come to you as soon as I have time, okay?"
"Well," Yong Shaolan said calmly, "Then next time, at night, listen to me."
Zhao Yan: “…Hmm?”
Muttering softly, "You want to f-me?"
Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat and asked, "No?"
"Of course I can," Zhao Yan said nonchalantly, but his bottom felt cold. He agreed bravely, "Then I'll find some pornographic books next time and we'll try it according to the instructions."
Yong Shaolan's eyes swept across Zhao Yan's, and his pupils couldn't help but darken a little: "If you can't accept it, you can just refuse it directly."
Zhao Yan: “…”
She lowered her eyes guiltily: "How do you know I don't want to? Do you really think it's a bug in my stomach? I am willing to do it for you! I am willing, I am willing!"
Yong Shaolan: “Yeah.”
Zhao Yan realized it later, "Are you trying to provoke me?"
Zhao Yan was furious: "Bull, I am being eaten alive by you now."
Yong Shaolan: "Next time, try something you can accept."
Zhao Yan: "What?"
Yong Shaolan said calmly: "I'll do it for you."
"You learn."
Zhao Yan: "Six hundred and sixty-six."
"I can't be more sexy than you."
…
Returning to the palace from the street, Zhao Yan had to go back to the Purple Palace. As the carriage left the palace's back door, Zhao Yan lifted the curtain and said goodbye to Yong Shaolan: "Go back, Brother Lan. I'll come see you in a few days."
"Yes." Yong Shaolan nodded and watched the young man's carriage leave: "I'll watch you go."
“What’s so good about it!”
Only when he could no longer see anyone did Zhao Yan lower the curtain and sit back in the sedan chair.
Back at the Purple Palace, it was already dark. After dinner, Zhao Yan began to think about the renovation of Guanyang Academy in his room, and he was busy until after ten o'clock in the evening.
Xiao Zhouzi came over and served him a bowl of eight-treasure tea: "Your Highness, please eat something to fill your stomach."
"Okay," Zhao Yan put away his work plan, then remembered that he had told Zhao Cheng about finding the Master, so he said to Xiao Zhouzi, "Go get a painting that the Crown Prince likes, and then send it to Wenhua Hall. Tell him that I've finished the Master's business, and don't let him worry about it anymore."
Zhao Yan: "Remember to be more tactful, and then... then tell him that I will go to see Concubine Shu tomorrow."
Xiao Zhouzi: "Yes."
The next morning, Zhao Yan sent Xiao Zhouzi to Yujing City to buy some cakes from Fanlou. He also inquired about Concubine Shu's hometown and had Fanlou's chef prepare some of her hometown dishes. Before noon, Zhao Yan took the food and went to Concubine Shu's palace in a sedan chair.
In fact, Zhao Yan had always wanted to come and see Zhao Cheng's mother, but he was too busy the past few days. When he arrived in front of Chuxiu Palace, a young eunuch came out to greet him early in the morning, "Seventh Prince, our queen heard that you were coming, so she asked the kitchen to prepare some of your favorite dishes this morning. Come in and try them."
"Wow," Zhao Yan got off the sedan chair and followed the eunuch from Chuxiu Palace inside. "How has Madam Shu been these past few days? I asked Xiao Zhouzi to go to Fanlou and buy some Luocheng vegetables. I wonder if Madam Shu likes them."
The young eunuch said: "Of course the queen likes it."
"That's good!" Zhao Yan pursed his lips and entered the inner hall. Seeing Concubine Shu coming out with her face covered, he said, "Madam Shu, your son greets you."
"Your brother said yesterday that you would come to see me today. I didn't expect that even though I'm already old, Your Highness still remembers an old woman like me." Concubine Shu was supported by a palace maid as she walked out of the inner hall. She was not wearing any makeup, but her face was still very attractive, a very classical beauty.
Especially the pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, which were also inherited by Zhao Cheng.
"What are you talking about, Madam Shu?" Zhao Yan stepped forward to support Concubine Shu. "Time never defeats beauty. Madam Shu is still as beautiful as she was before I left the palace."
When Zhao Yan said this, Concubine Shu's body stiffened noticeably. Zhao Yan naturally noticed it and held his breath. Fortunately, Concubine Shu smiled and said, "Really? He is old after all. Your father hasn't come to visit for more than half a year."
When Zhao Yan heard this, he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
While his father was a good man, he also had a plethora of women in his harem. For an emperor in feudal society, it was unrealistic for him to be devoted to just one person. His mother, on the other hand, was open-minded and never cared about such things. However, Concubine Shu had accompanied his father in his conquest of the empire, and was his father's first woman. She had possessed things that the women in the harem never had, so perhaps she valued their relationship more?
"Father is very busy, but he will definitely come to see Madam Shu when he has time." Zhao Yan said, and asked Xiao Zhouzi to bring out the food: "Madam Shu, come and try it."
Zhao Yan accompanied Concubine Shu to the table, and everyone from Chuxiu Palace left. Halfway through the meal, Concubine Shu put down her bowl and chopsticks and suddenly said, "Your Highness, are you here for that incident from ten years ago?"
Zhao Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the woman who was looking at him calmly: "...Nothing can be hidden from Madam Shu."
Ten years ago, after Zhao Yan woke up from drowning, he was so anxious to escape the events of the original novel that he didn't pay attention to how his father and mother dealt with Consort Shu. Later, he returned to Jinling. If his father hadn't told him that there were rumors in Yujing that he had returned to seize the throne, he would have almost forgotten about it.
He didn't know what he could do to reassure Concubine Shu and her son.
Zhao Yan put down his bowl and chopsticks, lifted his skirt, knelt on the ground, and looked up at the sickly woman seriously: "I was young and ignorant back then, and I didn't have time to help the queen and brother explain. As a result, the queen and brother were humiliated. I apologize to the queen Shu and the prince."
Concubine Shu supported her seriously ill body and tried to help Zhao Yan up: "You child, what happened in the past is over, get up quickly."
Zhao Yan said seriously again: "Madam Shu, I'm sorry."
…
Outside Chuxiu Palace, Zhao Cheng hurried over after the morning court session, fearing that Zhao Yan, the reckless fool, would disturb his mother. However, as soon as he arrived in front of the palace, he saw Zhao Yan kneeling in front of his mother, apologizing for the injustice he had done to them.
When the young eunuch in the East Palace saw that the Crown Prince did not enter, he asked, "Your Highness, would you like me to invite the Seventh Prince out?"
Zhao Cheng's hands suddenly tightened under his sleeves, and his eyes fell on the young man's respectful and humble back.
Ten years ago, it was Zhao Yan who threatened him to go play in the ice lake, and in the end they fell into the water together. However, his father and the queen wanted to impose all the sins on him and his mother, forcing them to take off their hats and apologize in the vast snow, suffering cold stares and humiliation.
Now a simple apology is enough...
The young eunuch interrupted Zhao Cheng: "Your Highness, shall we go in?"
"..." Zhao Cheng rolled his throat, "No, let's go to Taiji Hall."
When Zhao Cheng returned to Chuxiu Palace from Taiji Hall, Zhao Yan had already left. As soon as he entered, the young eunuch whispered, "Your Highness, why are you here?"
Zhao Cheng looked at the seat where Zhao Yan had sat at noon, and frowned: "Has mother rested?"
The young eunuch nodded and said, "Yes, the Queen rested after His Highness the Seventh Prince left."
Zhao Cheng: "Did Mother say anything to him?"
At this time, the voice of the palace maid came from the inner hall: "Your Highness, the queen has woken up. Let you come in."
"Okay." Zhao Cheng's steps were a little hurried. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Concubine Shu leaning on the small couch, and he walked over hurriedly, "Mother, did Zhao Yan talk to you about anything?"
Zhao Cheng: "Has mother forgiven him?"
Concubine Shu raised her hand, signaling the people from Chuxiu Palace to leave: "All of you, please leave."
Soon, only Zhao Cheng and Shufei were left in the hall.
Zhao Cheng didn't know what was wrong with him. He obviously didn't want to forgive Zhao Yan, but... but he couldn't help but think about this matter.
Concubine Shu naturally understood her child. She could tell that Zhao Cheng was not a cruel person. "My son, do you really think that what happened ten years ago was an accident?"
But she had long since understood that nothing could compare to real power. If it weren't for the Nangong family's prestige and power, how could His Majesty have chosen her as empress?
"If it weren't for Mother's arrangement, would you be able to sit on the throne of Crown Prince now?"
Concubine Shu said: "Zhao Yan was attacked by bandits while passing through Guanyang. All of this was done by my mother. Ah Cheng, now we have no way out. After you ascend the throne, you must first support your uncle and others, and then kill Zhao Yan and Nangong. As long as they are dead, your throne will be secure."
"What?"
Zhao Cheng looked at his mother in disbelief. The mother who was always gentle and kind could tell him these things without blushing or beating her heart.
Zhao Cheng took several steps back, "Mother, I don't quite understand what you are saying..."
…
In the afternoon, Zhao Yan returned to Zichen Hall from Chuxiu Palace and took a short nap. After getting up around 3:00 PM, someone from Prince Yong's Mansion came to the door. Xiao Zhouzi led them into the hall, and Zhao Yan quickly put on his veil before emerging from the inner hall.
The servant of the palace said: "Your Highness, the prince has taken care of the matter of Mingyi Hall. A banquet will be held at Fanlou tonight. Your Highness can go directly there when the time comes."
There was a screen between Zhao Yan and the servant of the palace, and he was wearing a veil hat, so he was naturally not worried about the other party seeing his face, but it was inconvenient for him to speak. Hearing this, he could only call Xiao Zhouzi to respond.
Xiao Zhouzi cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness has learned about this. Please return and report."
After they left, Xiao Zhouzi took out Zhao Yan's height-enhancing boots and said, "Your Highness, you are going to see Prince Yong tonight, right? I have prepared shoes and clothes for you."
"By the way, Your Highness, a few days ago, I got some medicine from the Imperial Medical Bureau that can improve your voice. I've been keeping it for you. Would you like to try it this time?"
Zhao Yan stood up and tapped Xiao Zhouzi's forehead: "Is there such a good thing?"
Xiao Zhouzi: "The Imperial Medical Bureau has so many good things!"
Xiao Zhouzi finished speaking and handed a small bottle of ointment to the boy. Zhao Yan took a sip and felt his throat sizzling from the irritation: "Cough cough cough..."
Little Zhouzi was terrified: "Your Highness! Are you okay?!"
Zhao Yan drank several bowls of water, and when he spoke again, his crisp voice turned into a duck voice: "Baojuan, my throat!"
After a while, the burning sensation subsided, and the voice was indeed different from before. Although it was not a droopy voice, it was not much better either.
Zhao Yan was puzzled: "Is there an antidote for this thing?"
Little Zhouzi felt guilty: "Doctor Sun said the medicine will only work for two days, and after two days... it will heal on its own."
Zhao Yan: “…”
"I'll spare you this time. Get your carriages and horses ready, and we'll go to Fanlou."
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[Delicate wife x addicted cold brother]
Bai Xu is a poor student from a remote mountain village. He has no other advantages except his good looks. Not long after he was admitted to A University, he found out that he is the son of a wealthy family that is about to go bankrupt. He wants to have a business marriage to save his family business.
The Fu family in City A is a financial tycoon. However, their son Fu Siyan was involved in a homosexual scandal and was arranged to marry by his family.
As the marriage partner of Mr. Fu, Bai Xu thought he was dressed very beautifully. However, when he arrived at the school cafeteria, he heard whispers all around. Some people whispered that he was a country bumpkin who actually dreamed of pursuing the school hunk!
Suddenly, a familiar face appeared and praised him in front of everyone, "Classmate, you look very nice today."
Huh?
Bai Xu took a look and found that his wealthy fiancé turned out to be the trendy guy he picked up not long ago!
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Fu Siyan came out to his family during the summer vacation of his sophomore year, and ended up being given a male fiancée.
He went out to relax, got into a car accident, and ended up in a strange town, where he was picked up by Bai Xu.
After getting along with each other, Fu Siyan decided to pursue Bai Xu.
As a result, Bai Xu suddenly disappeared.
It was not until school started that he discovered that his fiancée was the missing Bai Xu.
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Fu Siyan, a legendary figure at University A, is a rich young man with a good family background and good looks, and his personality is basically not very good.
It was said that the Bai family's missing youngest son had a mild personality, and everyone expected that he would be squeezed dry and kicked out of the Fu family in no time. He would only receive a few hundred million cold hard cash!
On the first day, we didn’t break up.
The next day, we didn’t break up.
In the third month, the Bai family enterprise came back to life?
Rich brother's life is really unpleasant!
Even Bai Xu's roommate complained to him: "Fu Siyan is so rich, he must be a cold and violent maniac in private, super npd!"
Bai Xu, chewing instant noodles, commented obediently: "Actually, Si Yan is a very nice person."
"He bought today's milk tea."
Roommate: Wait, the cute baby in their room is actually the school hunk’s mysterious wife?!
No, my brother is actually a hidden rich man!!!
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