Chapter 35: Golden Platform, you actually dared to Shi Geng! ah ah ah ah ah! ...
"Is this true?" Zhao Yan didn't doubt Yong Shaolan's ability; he simply felt it was inappropriate. "The Seventh Prince went to see Madam Shu a few days ago, and she said she forgave His Highness."
Zhao Yan: "However, the assassin's matter happened before His Highness the Seventh Prince apologized."
Yong Shaolan: "Apologize?"
"Is there a dispute between His Majesty the Seventh Prince and Concubine Shu?"
Zhao Yan put down his bowl and chopsticks, "Yeah, and it's quite serious!"
As he spoke, Zhao Yan simply told Yong Shaolan everything about how he fell into the water while playing with ice in winter ten years ago. "In short, it was the Seventh Prince who was at fault first..."
Zhao Yan chattered endlessly, then raised her eyes to see Yong Shaolan's expression. Yong Shaolan pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes lowered. He clearly didn't think this was a reason for Concubine Shu to have him killed.
Yong Shaolan was silent for a moment: "Seventh Prince is very kind."
Zhao Yan finished his noodles. "Why do I feel like Brother Lan is saying that the Seventh Prince is stupid?"
Yong Shaolan remained silent.
"..." Zhao Yan was annoyed: "You are really rude!"
"Forget it, forget it. I won't tell you anymore." Zhao Yan took a sip of tea and rinsed his mouth. "Thank you, Brother Lan, for telling me this. I'll tell His Majesty the Seventh Prince when I get back later."
"Yeah." Yong Shaolan's eyes fell on Zhao Yan's face, which was not red at all: "I can go to Zichen Palace and explain the pros and cons of the matter to him clearly."
Zhao Yan: “!!!”
He is really tired.
"No, don't always run to the Seventh Prince for no reason," Zhao Yan wanted to urge the Imperial Medical Bureau to quickly develop the antidote. He was really tired of preventing Yong Shaolan from going to the Zichen Palace every day!
"Why?" Yong Shaolan moved the bowl and chopsticks and handed a plate of preserved fruit to Zhao Yan. "You are the Seventh Prince's staff member. I am your husband, so naturally I have to help him."
"I... I'm jealous!" Zhao Yan held it in for a long time before finally coming up with this excuse: "Have you ever considered that you were previously engaged to the Seventh Prince? You should have avoided suspicion even more!"
Yong Shaolan drooped his eyelashes, raised his hand, and placed the candied fruit on Zhao Yan's lips: "Wrong."
"I apologize."
Zhao Yan held the candied fruit in his mouth and said, "This is pretty good."
"It's getting late, I'm going home." After finishing his meal, Zhao Yan stood up and prepared to leave. However, when he saw Yong Shaolan, who he had been keeping in the dark, sitting next to him, Zhao Yan felt guilty: "Do you want a kiss?"
Yong Shaolan raised his eyes, reached out to Zhao Yan, pulled him onto his knees, and pinched the back of his neck: "If you want to kiss me, just do it. You don't have to ask every time."
Yong Shaolan pinched Zhao Yan very hard, as if he wanted to pull his skin up. The painful and pleasurable feeling made Zhao Yan very unhappy. He leaned on Yong Shaolan's shoulder and took a breath: "That, that's so rude."
Zhao Yan stuck out his tongue to cool down: "Brother, I can't stand the numbness, stop pinching me."
As he spoke, Zhao Yan cupped Yong Shaolan's cheek and placed a kiss on his forehead: "I'll reward you with a sweet kiss."
After a quick kiss, Zhao Yan got off Yong Shaolan's legs and said, "Let's go. It will be dark soon."
"Yes." Yong Shaolan twirled his fingers, "I'll give it to you."
…
It would cost a lot of money to renovate the school in Guanyang. Zhao Yan had been busy in his palace for several days. Most of his money was in Jinling, so he could only write a letter and send it to Jinling by express horse, and then wait for a reply from Jinling.
A few days later, the funds were finally delivered to Guanyang, and several teachers from Mingyitang were also sent there by Zhao Yan. The people in charge of supervision were those close to Yong Shaolan, so Zhao Yan was relieved!
Xiao Zhouzi presented the letter from Guanyang reporting on the progress. "Your Highness, the news of your school building has spread all over Yujing. The people are praising you as a living Bodhisattva and are planning to build a shrine in your honor."
Zhao Yan, who had just taken a sip of watermelon juice, said: "...Don't shorten my life."
He glanced at the unreasonable expenditure and asked, "Only five hundred taels of silver? Guanyang Prefecture has over a dozen counties under its jurisdiction, and this is all it took?"
Then he turned the page and said, "Oh, it turns out that this is waste recycling."
There was an emperor in the previous dynasty who liked Taoism and built many Taoist temples in Dayan. Many of these houses are empty and can be turned into Hope Primary Schools with a little cleaning.
Zhao Yan closed the letter with satisfaction and said, "I am very satisfied. I will go to the Imperial Medical Bureau."
Xiao Zhouzi: "The weather has turned cold since the beginning of autumn. Many people in the palace have caught colds recently. The Imperial Medical Bureau is responsible for making medicine, but it's not very clean. Your Highness, where are you going?"
Zhao Yan put on his outer cloak and calculated the time with a guilty conscience. His father had said he would have a month, and now there were less than ten days left.
"Of course there is something wrong."
It only took half an hour to get from the Purple Palace to the Imperial Medical Bureau by sedan chair... but on the way, one had to pass through the Taiji Hall. It was time for the court to end, and as he passed the Taiji Hall, Zhao Yan glanced up the white marble steps. Instead of seeing Yong Shaolan, he saw Zhao Cheng.
He didn't know what happened, but he hadn't seen Zhao Cheng since the last time he went to Chuxiu Palace.
Zhao Cheng was wearing a yellow robe and walking closely behind several civil servants. Zhao Yan looked up and saw him. His eyes met Zhao Cheng's and he waved at him: "Brother!"
On Zhao Cheng's side, several censors were arguing in his ear. He raised his hand and said, "We'll talk about this later."
The censor persisted, "His Highness the Seventh Prince is almost twenty years old, and it's time for him to be granted a fiefdom. In a few days, the conferment ceremony for the Consort Shu will be held. Your Highness, why don't you ask for permission then to send the Seventh Prince to guard the frontier."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Cheng paused and watched Zhao Yan get off the sedan chair, fluttering towards him like a little bird.
He was not sad at all about the dethronement of the queen.
What a heartless little bastard.
Zhao Yan was sent to guard the border, but he died of exhaustion on the way before he even got there.
"I've already said that we can discuss this matter later." Zhao Cheng said, and walked away.
"Brother, did you just leave the court?" Zhao Yan put away his folding fan and raised his hand to bow to Zhao Cheng: "Thanks to your help, the Guanyang matter is much more efficient. Thank you!"
Zhao Cheng hadn't seen Zhao Yan for a few days. "Yeah."
Zhao Cheng was afraid that Zhao Yan was pretending to be calm, so he wanted to comfort him: "In a few days, it will be the ceremony for my mother to be crowned as the queen-"
"Really?" Zhao Yan remembered that his mother had told him this, but he had forgotten it in his haste. "Congratulations, brother. You are the crown prince, and sooner or later Madam Shu will become the queen."
Zhao Yan: "Don't worry, mother is fine. She will return to Jinling in a few days."
Zhao Yan actually didn’t understand why the prince’s mother had to be the queen, but this was the decision of his father and mother, so he naturally respected it.
Zhao Cheng: “…”
"Just be optimistic."
Zhao Yan waved his hand: "Well, there's nothing to be upset about. Oh, I have something to do at the Imperial Medical Bureau. Brother, I'm leaving first."
Zhao Cheng thought of Zhao Yan's body and raised his hand to pull him: "Wait..."
"Anything else?"
Zhao Cheng heaved his throat and said, "You...I'm afraid there's going to be an epidemic in the palace today. You're not feeling well, so why are you going to the Imperial Physician's Office?"
Zhao Yan: "It's just a small matter, don't worry, I will pay attention to it."
Seeing that Zhao Yan was determined to go, Zhao Cheng didn't want to waste any more words: "Well, then go ahead."
"Don't worry too much about Guan Yang's affairs."
"Okay," Zhao Yan said goodbye to Zhao Cheng and continued walking towards the Imperial Medical Bureau in the sedan chair. When there was no one around, Xiao Zhouzi, who was waiting beside the sedan chair, began to mutter, "Your Highness, do you feel that the Crown Prince seems to be less hypocritical towards you all of a sudden?"
Zhao Yan: "Ah, is that so? Isn't Brother Zhao always like this?"
Zhao Yan couldn't quite put his impression of Zhao Cheng into words. It seemed to be a bit like what Xiao Zhouzi said. At first, he called himself "brother, brother", but now he just called him "brother". It didn't sound so intimate, but in fact, they were closer.
Xiao Zhouzi affirmed, "My intuition is very accurate. Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has done something sinful?"
"Stop gossiping," Zhao Yan said, "Maybe I just returned to Yujing. Hurry up, hurry up, I'm King Jiji!"
…
The Imperial Medical Bureau was indeed busy treating the sudden outbreak of colds in the palace. Herbs were being boiled outside the courtyard, and one could smell a pungent odor as soon as one walked in.
Zhao Yan covered his nose and brought Xiao Zhouzi into the Imperial Medical Office. When everyone saw Zhao Yan enter, they all put down their work and said, "Greetings, His Majesty the Seventh Prince—"
Zhao Yan raised his hand and signaled everyone: "Get up, get up, where is Doctor Sun?"
"Your Highness," Zhao Yan finished speaking, and an old doctor came out from inside. It was the one who helped Zhao Yan develop the antidote. "Your humble servant is here."
"Go in and talk."
Xiao Zhouzi waited outside the Imperial Medical Office while Zhao Yan and the old doctor entered alone. The old doctor knew Zhao Yan was asking for the antidote, so he took out the pill he had been developing for several days and said, "Your Highness, please take a look."
"Really?" Zhao Yan didn't understand what was going on. He opened the bottle and sniffed it, only smelling a faint bitterness. "Can this detoxify me?"
"I simply prepared these antidotes according to the examples in the medical books," the old doctor said seriously, "but whether they are effective or not is another matter."
"Why only one?" Zhao Yan looked at the soybean-sized pill. "If it works, what should the reaction be of someone who takes the antidote?"
The old doctor patiently explained to Zhao Yan, "The effect should be obvious. In addition to the eye disease, the prince should also have a headache. According to the book, the prince should have a headache and can't sleep. But I secretly went to see the prince before, and he didn't seem to be in very bad condition."
"strangeness."
Zhao Yan: "...Okay."
Zhao Yan suddenly remembered that Yong Shaolan had always slept very lightly when he was asleep. Could it be that he hadn't slept well since the poison in his body took effect?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't help but feel a chill. This crappy novel author! Couldn't he love his characters a little more?
The old doctor said: "By the way, Your Highness, if this medicine is effective, I'm afraid we need to take some more of the medicine..."
Zhao Yan: "It's okay, I'll take the medicine first."
After getting the antidote, Zhao Yan left the Imperial Medical Bureau and headed straight for Prince Yong's Mansion.
Yong Shaolan, just wait for my medicine to cure you and have a good sleep!
May you live a long life!
Zhao Yan thought about it and felt very satisfied.
…
When Zhao Yan arrived at the palace, Yong Shaolan had not yet left the court. It was already past the hour of You. Zhao Yan walked in and muttered, "Why are you so late today?"
After the beginning of autumn, the weather turned colder, and wearing only a single layer of clothing at night was no longer bearable. Zhao Yan had worn a round-necked silk green robe when he went out, but by this time of day, it was no longer enough to keep out the chill.
The palace doorman said, "There's been a lot going on at court these past few days. If you're feeling cold, please go to the tea room or study. The mutton soup is already simmering in the kitchen. It'll be ready in half an hour."
"Okay, it's just really cold," Zhao Yan shrunk his nose, "I'll wait for Brother Lan to come back from court and have dinner together. You guys go ahead and do your work. I'll go wander around the back garden."
When Wen Quan heard that Zhao Yan was going to the garden, he followed him.
Last time, Zhao Yan said that he wanted to plant vegetables in Yong Shaolan's backyard, but it was just a casual remark. Later, he got busy and forgot about it. Today, I happen to be free, so I might as well loosen the soil.
Just right for warming up.
Zhao Yan immediately took action, strolling to the back garden and calling for the servant to bring him farm tools. Wen Quan grabbed a hoe and said, "Sir, you want to plow the soil? How about I do it?"
"Oh, no need," Zhao Yan rolled up his sleeves, took the hoe, and dug in the wet wasteland. It should be because it rained in the past few days, the ground was soft, and Zhao Yan dug several meters away in a short while.
Wenquan led troops in Liaodong all year round, and when he wasn't fighting, he farmed. However, they were all rough men, so it was normal for them to do some work. The Seventh Prince was a delicate and noble man, but he was unexpectedly good at farm work. "Sir, what do you want to plant on this land?"
"..." Upon hearing this, Zhao Yan put down the hoe in his hand and looked around.
The young man beside him wielded his hoe slowly, digging more than half the ground he had dug, barely breaking a sweat. "I haven't decided yet. What's suitable to plant in this season? Or what does Brother Lan like to eat?"
Wen Quan thought for a moment, "I really don't know what the prince likes to eat. The prince is not picky about food and will eat whatever is available. If he really likes it, it should be the home-cooked meal made by the old lady, right?"
"Huh?" Zhao Yan leaned on the hoe. "Old Madam? Are you talking about Brother Lan's mother?"
"Yes, the prince's fiefdom is in Liaodong, a bitter and cold land where fruits and vegetables are very rare. But the old lady followed His Majesty through battles and has good cooking skills."
Zhao Yan thought about it. Two of Yong Shaolan's four family members had passed away, leaving only him and his mother at home. Zhao Yan had never asked Yong Shaolan about these things before, and automatically ignored his family affairs. Brother Lan's mother, wasn't that his future mother?
"Then it must be very hard for you to fight?" Zhao Yan rested for a while and regained his strength. He talked to Wen Quan while hoeing the ground.
Suddenly I feel that it would be a good thing to know more about Yong Shaolan.
Zhao Yan: "What's the point of fighting?"
"Warfare is boring," Wen Quan said without hesitation. "Usually, we just guard the border and rotate guards on schedule. In the past few years, there have been many wars and there haven't been enough soldiers. We also have to spend our own money to recruit militia, and once we recruit the militia, we're responsible for training them... and so on. It's all just miscellaneous stuff anyway."
Dayan had just been established not long ago, so the border was naturally unstable. Internally, Emperor Yuanwu implemented a policy of inaction, allowing the people to farm and have children. Externally, he allowed local governors and leaders to recruit their own troops. Although he did not actively expand, if there was an invasion from outside, Dayan's soldiers would definitely not be bullied.
Wen Quan: "But things have become more stable these years. There aren't many wars anymore. People usually farm. It's like this. Several teams are responsible for a few hundred acres of land. They plant and harvest crops, and then go home to hug their wives at night."
"That's a pretty good life!" Zhao Yan was a little tempted when he heard it. His daily life in Jinling was just eating, sleeping, and playing. There weren't many things to play with in ancient times, and after playing for so many years, he had long been tired of it. "If I have the chance in the future, I will go back to Liaodong with Brother Lan and plant two or three hundred acres of land."
"Be a land contractor!"
Wenquan: "Okay."
As soon as Wen Quan finished speaking, there were rustling sounds of footsteps coming from the backyard. Zhao Yan heard the noise and looked towards the archway connecting to the front yard. He saw Yong Shaolan in casual clothes walking towards them.
Zhao Yan stopped hoeing and waved his muddy hands towards Yong Shaolan. "Brother Lan, you're off duty now. Brother Wenquan and I are working on the land. What vegetables do you want to eat?"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Walking up to Zhao Yan, he wiped the sweat off his face and asked, "Aren't you tired?"
Zhao Yan snorted and laughed. "Why is this tiring? Last month, I went up the mountain with Brother Daniu to collect herbs. We walked on the mountain road for a whole day. That was much more tiring than this."
Zhao Yan: "Your servant said that the soup is ready. Go change your clothes. I will come over after I finish hoeing this field."
Yong Shaolan responded, then gave Wen Quan a sidelong glance. Then, in a quarter of an hour, the silent Wen Quan used all his strength to hoe the remaining land!
Zhao Yan looked at the silent and ferocious man, punched his shoulder with his fist, and admired him from the bottom of his heart: "Alright, brother, awesome!"
Wen Quan sighed: "...It's, it's okay."
"Sir, go wash up and have dinner."
…
Zhao Yan was sweating profusely. He took a shower and changed into the clothes Yong Shaolan had prepared for him. He didn't know what material they were made of, but they were light and cool, not sticky at all, though a little tight. After changing, the palace servants brought dinner to the octagonal pavilion in the courtyard, where Yong Shaolan drank tea.
Zhao Yan glanced around at his clothes. The lavender material looked a bit feminine, especially at the waist, which was very tight. "Brother Lan, this dress doesn't fit me..."
Upon hearing this, Yong Shaolan put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at Zhao Yan. The tall and handsome figure caught his eye.
Narrow waist, perky butt, and long legs.
Very-sexy.
"Could it be that I've grown taller?" Zhao Yan muttered as he walked into the pavilion and turned around for Yong Shaolan to see. "Brother Lan, do you think this dress is a little tight?"
Yong Shaolan retracted his gaze and said, "Fortunately, it's just this style."
"Okay," Zhao Yan still felt it wasn't working. He squatted twice to make sure his penis wouldn't collapse. Then he believed it: "Strange, it feels tight, but squatting is not restricted. Maybe the clothes I usually wear are too loose."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"This cut flatters your figure."
Zhao Yan put his clothes aside for the moment because he saw the mutton soup still steaming on the table. Before he could make a move, Yong Shaolan raised his hand and poured him a large bowl of it: "Do you want pepper?"
"Hmm," Zhao Yan nodded. "I also want chopped green onions... Forget it, I don't want chopped green onions. You are not allowed to eat them. If you eat them, you can't kiss me tonight."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"I don't eat, you eat."
A touch of emerald green onion flowers sprinkled on the bright white mutton soup made people's appetite grow. However, Zhao Yan said that if he didn't want to eat it, then he didn't eat it. He used a spoon to skim the onion flowers away and said, "Kiss, you always kiss me. Eating this will spoil the fun."
"Then I won't kiss you." Yong Shaolan took half a pastry and said, "Eat well. You've lost weight recently."
"Really?" Zhao Yan felt that he was neither fat nor thin, but the day before yesterday when he went to see his mother, his mother also said that he had lost weight: "Maybe it's too hot recently, I don't even want to get up."
"Oh right," Zhao Yan remembered the important reason why he came to see Brother Lan: "Don't talk about me, let's talk about you, Brother Lan."
"Talking about me?" Yong Shaolan picked up a piece of roasted lamb for the young man and then put down his chopsticks. "What did you say about me?"
Zhao Yan snorted, looking at Yong Shaolan's deadpan expression, "I went to the Imperial Physician's Office today, and guess what? Imperial Physician Sun said your poison will not only cause eye problems, but also headaches."
Zhao Yan: "So, your head has been hurting all the time, right?"
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened slightly: "It's still acceptable."
"Really?" Zhao Yan pursed his lips, stretched his neck to swallow the food in his mouth, and looked at Yong Shaolan's gentle appearance, not being able to see any pain at all: "That kind of pain?"
"Dull pain, occasional stabbing pain,"
"Why? Feeling distressed?"
Zhao Yan: “…………”
Zhao Yan let out a breath, feeling as if his heart was stuffed with cotton, an indescribable feeling.
"Well," Zhao Yan slowed down, "I was wondering why you always liked to suck me before. I turned out to be a painkiller. But since you are sick, I forgive you."
Zhao Yan: "I brought you something good. I'll give it to you after dinner."
Yong Shaolan raised his eyelids and frowned at Zhao Yan: "Did you get the antidote?"
Zhao Yan: "!!! No? How did you guess that?"
"It's written all over your face," Yong Shaolan said, "Let's eat first."
Zhao Yan nodded, took a big sip of soup, and secretly glanced at Yong Shaolan's face. His brows occasionally frowned, but most of the time he was expressionless. He didn't know whether it hurt or uncomfortable.
If it hurts, you should tell me... Even if he didn't get the antidote before, it would be okay to let him take a few more puffs to relieve it.
"I'm sorry," Zhao Yan muttered in a very low voice.
Yong Shaolan pursed his lips, swallowed the food, and his blurry vision fell on the young man opposite.
After dinner, Yong Shaolan went to wash up. Zhao Yan had already washed before dinner, so he took his antidote back to Yong Shaolan's bedroom, then took off everything except his pajamas, rolled onto the bed and waited for someone.
About half an hour later, Yong Shaolan, shirtless and damp, walked through the hall, drying his hair as he headed toward the inner hall. Zhao Yan, who was lying on the bed, heard the noise and leaned out. "Hey, Brother Lan, you're back?"
"Come here, come here." Zhao Yan hooked his finger at Yong Shaolan.
"Um."
"how?"
"Antidote." Zhao Yan laughed twice and took out a medicine bottle from behind: "Look!"
Yong Shaolan's eyes licked the boy's fair neck and handed the bath towel in his hand to Zhao Yan: "Can you help me wipe my hair first?"
"No problem," Zhao Yan stuffed the medicine into Yong Shaolan's hand, took the towel, and rubbed it on Yong Shaolan's waist-length hair. Rubbing hair was nothing, Zhao Yan often helped his roommates with hairspray, but for some reason, he felt like he was being stared at, and he glanced at Yong Shaolan for some unknown reason.
"Hmmmm?"
"Who told you to be hard on your own?"
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