Chapter 36: Golden Stage "Too masculine!"
Yong Shaolan's bedroom had always been dim, with few candles lit, and Zhao Yan had gradually grown accustomed to it. The distance between them was only a few fists, and it seemed as if Yong Shaolan would initiate a kiss if they were any closer. It was precisely because they were so close that Zhao Yan could see it all so clearly.
After thinking for a long time, four words came to Zhao Yan's mind.
Absolutely not vulgar!
Well, they were all men, men who had raced to the cafeteria back in school. Seeing how much bigger his other man was than his, he felt a tiny bit of inferiority. Shock gradually turned to heartache for himself. No way, could something this outrageous really grow on him? He wasn't a Korean manga bottom!
"I can't control myself when I see you. Don't worry about me. The discomfort will be gone after a while." Yong Shaolan opened the medicine bottle, poured out the pills inside, put them on the tip of his tongue and took a sip. "Did the Seventh Prince give this to you?"
“…”
Zhao Yan drooped his eyelashes, his gaze leaving Yong Shaolan's crotch, choosing to ignore this self-deprecating topic. "Well, but he's not sure if the medicine is effective—Huh? No, you just took it like that?"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"Then next time, take a bath and burn incense before eating."
The pills went down his stomach, but didn't seem to have any effect. Yong Shaolan tossed the bottle aside, grabbed Zhao Yan's arm, and pulled him closer to him: "Why are you so far away from me? Come closer, I'll feel more comfortable next to you."
Yong Shaolan closed his eyes. That snake-like gaze was finally no longer on Zhao Yan. Zhao Yan felt much more at ease. He knelt on the quilt and carefully wiped Yong Shaolan's hair. "I see—your hair is so thick and long, just like Ye Hua's."
Yong Shaolan leaned against the soft pillow: "Who is Ye Hua?"
"You wouldn't understand even if I told you," Zhao Yan wiped the ends of his hair dry, "Okay, your hair is too long, it's so inconvenient, I'll thin it out for you later."
Yong Shaolan drooped his eyelashes and said, "Well, if you don't want to say it, then don't say it."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Yong Shaolan's brows were slightly furrowed. Zhao Yan walked around him and threw the bath towel on the small table at the bedside. He climbed back into the bed and glanced at Yong Shaolan. "Is it working?"
"We should wait a little longer," Yong Shaolan raised his eyelids. His vision was still blurry, but the dull pain in his head seemed to have eased. "It will take at least an incense stick of time for the medicine to take effect."
"That's right," Zhao Yan sat cross-legged on the inside of the bed, looking at Yong Shaolan quietly: "Then I'll wait with you."
Yong Shaolan turned his head and looked at Zhao Yan beside him: "Do you want to do something else first?"
"Huh??? What?" Zhao Yan picked up the pillow beside him and hugged it in his arms. "What do you want to do at this time of night?"
"Here you go." Yong Shaolan sat up and held Zhao Yan's ankles: "Didn't we agree on this last time? Didn't you do it? By yourself?"
Yong Shaolan: "It feels different when someone else does it for you."
Um?
"I... I seriously doubt you're a virgin!" Zhao Yan was a very pure-hearted person. When he was in his third year of high school, he was under a lot of academic pressure and would occasionally go home to relax. But this kind of thing was so private, how could he ask others for help? But Yong Shaolan was not at all ashamed: "Why do you know so much?"
"I learned it specifically to do erotic paintings." Yong Shaolan pinched Zhao Yan's ankle. Zhao Yan was fair-skinned, with delicate skin, and every detail of her was beautiful. "But if you can't accept it, then forget it."
Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat, and there was a faint scent of tea in his eyes.
Zhao Yan looked at him seriously and was a little touched: "Brother, thank you for respecting me!"
Zhao Yan sighed, "Well, for now, we're still platonic, just in a spiritual relationship. Brother Lan, do you understand?"
Yong Shaolan: "...I think I can understand."
"That's good," Zhao Yan licked his lips. "We can't be too worldly. We need to be more fresh. I like being with Brother Lan, chatting and talking. Just enjoy this for now."
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened a little: "But I think, Shen Yan, are you willing to cooperate with me?"
Yong Shaolan: "I won't touch you."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Were you pretending to be in love just now?
Zhao Yan raised his eyes and glanced at Yong Shaolan. The gaze from his gilded pupils was like a burning flame, as if it wanted to burn all his clothes and then lick him inch by inch.
"But I've never done it." Zhao Yan could understand Yong Shaolan. After all, he was a character in a pornographic novel, so it was normal for him to have a strong sexual desire. "Well, how about I give it a try?"
Yong Shaolan: "Will you feel disgusted?"
Zhao Yan said stubbornly, "It should be fine, just don't touch me."
"Thank you so much," Yong Shaolan extended his hand, "Come here and sit on my lap."
"Okay." Zhao Yan threw the pillow in his hand, crawled to Yong Shaolan's side, raised his legs and sat on his knees, "Why are you hard even here?"
“I’m sorry for marching all year round,” Yong Shaolan said, raising his eyes and looking at Zhao Yan quietly, “Ash Chen, raise your hand and touch me.”
"Okay," Zhao Yan wrung his hands, "I'm coming then, you're ready."
After saying that, he stretched out his hand and slowly placed it on Yong Shaolan's broad shoulders: "Tsk, Brother Lan, your muscles are really tight."
Then he moved his hands down to touch his abdominal muscles: "This is also nice. With your figure, it would be a shame not to try cosplay."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Zhao Yan's hand moved from the abdominal muscles to the mermaid line. He felt a little prickly there, especially when he touched the hairs. It was like a fuse was lit, and Zhao Yan withdrew his hand so hot: "Fuck, I don't want to touch it anymore. I feel a little uncomfortable."
If the muscles on top that looked like models were nice, then the ones below kind of ruined the atmosphere. They were too masculine, and he really couldn't accept it.
“…”
Yong Shaolan didn't force Zhao Yan. He just nodded and put on his pajamas. "That's it."
"Well," Zhao Yan supported himself on the bed, climbed down from Yong Shaolan's legs, and lay exhausted on the bed: "...Brother Lan, you won't think I'm a spoiler, will you?"
"No," Yong Shaolan tied his shirt belt: "But you don't hate kissing, why?"
"I don't know either. Maybe it's because you smell good? It smells really good, even in your mouth. And kissing makes your brain numb. It's a wonderful feeling." Zhao Yan turned over and looked at Yong Shaolan who was sitting with his knees bent. "Maybe I'm bi, and I'm just temporarily in a relationship with a man. I'm not physically ready for it yet."
Zhao Yan: "Give me some time."
"I'll adapt."
"Okay." Yong Shaolan thought for a while and then said, "Chen Yan."
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan: "What's wrong?"
The dim candlelight came in, and the warm light fell on Zhao Yan's face, casting a crescent-shaped shadow under his thick, long eyelashes.
Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat.
Very beautiful.
Seeing Yong Shaolan looking at him without saying anything, Zhao Yan froze for a moment and sat up: "Why are you suddenly silent?"
"You have a mole here," Yong Shaolan raised his hand and gently placed his fingertips on the folds of Zhao Yan's double eyelids.
"......?" Zhao Yan: "Yes, you just realized it, I've had it since I was a child..."
"Can you see my mole?" Zhao Yan suddenly realized and suddenly held Yong Shaolan's hand on his cheek: "Is this true?"
"Hmm," Yong Shaolan narrowed his eyes, and the objects in his sight became clearer. The double images began to collide, and when they occasionally overlapped, he could see Zhao Yan's appearance clearly.
The boy has round eyes, a small and straight nose, and a small mouth.
"What about your head? Does it still hurt?" Zhao Yan was a little excited, and her small hands tightly grasped the corner of Yong Shaolan's clothes. "Does this mean that the antidote is working?!"
"Better," Yong Shaolan said, "It doesn't hurt as much anymore."
"Thank you very much."
"Well, why are you thanking me?" Zhao Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Yong Shaolan's father and brother had sacrificed their lives for Dayan, and now it was his turn, and he was about to be poisoned just because he held a little military power on the border. Zhao Yan didn't want to understand his father's skills in controlling subordinates or being an emperor. He only knew that the Yong family was a loyal family, and Yong Shaolan didn't deserve to be treated like this!
Zhao Yan always believed that if you treat worthy people with sincerity, the results will be good.
"You should thank me," Yong Shaolan rubbed Zhao Yan's head, "You are very kind."
"Hehe," Zhao Yan was so happy to be praised, "I'm not stupid and kind, I can judge people, okay? It's because you, Brother Lan, are a very good person, so I treat you well!"
"In Qingshui Village, if it weren't for you, I might have died."
"Let's go to bed," Zhao Yan lifted the quilt and crawled in. "The weather has turned cooler these days, and it's still a bit cold at night."
"Well," Yong Shaolan also lifted the quilt, "Let's sleep."
…
The next morning, at daybreak, Yong Shaolan rose to prepare for court. Zhao Yan, who had wanted to return early to visit the Imperial Physician's Office, also rose when he heard the noise. "So early!"
After saying that, Zhao Yan lifted the quilt and glanced at Yong Shaolan who was getting dressed: "Brother Lan, what do your eyes look like?"
Yong Shaolan always wore a black gauze ribbon over his eyes when he went out to block out the light. Zhao Yan saw him wearing it again and placed it in front of his dressing table. "Can you still see clearly now?"
"Fortunately, it's a little clearer now," Yong Shaolan said, then took the ribbon and walked over to Zhao Yan, "Tie it for me?"
"Oh," Zhao Yan took the ribbon, "Then it seems I need to take more medicine. I'll go back to the Imperial Medical Bureau later."
"Okay." Zhao Yan tied a single knot: "When you are completely well, everything will be fine."
"Get up and eat something before you leave," Yong Shaolan touched the top of Zhao Yan's head and said, "I have something else to do. I'll go to the palace first."
"Okay, go ahead."
Zhao Yan stayed in the palace to have breakfast, then hurried back to the Zichen Palace. After changing his clothes, he took Xiao Zhouzi to the Imperial Medical Bureau.
…
When Concubine Shu caught a cold, Zhao Cheng put aside all government affairs and went to the Imperial Medical Bureau every day to supervise the imperial physicians in making medicine. After the hour of noon, he had just arrived when he saw Zhao Yan and the eunuchs from the Purple Palace rushing over.
However, Zhao Yan seemed to be in a hurry. He got off the sedan chair and walked into the house without noticing him.
Zhao Cheng was a little worried, "You watch here, I'll go take a look."
After saying this, he headed in the direction Zhao Yan had gone. As soon as he entered the palace, he heard the imperial physician inside ask Zhao Yan, "Your Highness, what is your relationship with Prince Yong?"
…
In the room.
"What kind of relationship could there be between us? We're just uncle and nephew. Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask about," Zhao Yan pursed her lips guiltily and urged the old doctor to draw blood. "Hurry up, I have to make the antidote by the end of this month."
The old doctor was very embarrassed: "But, but this is too harmful to your health. Why is Your Highness so anxious?"
"I don't care," Zhao Yan said, rolling up his sleeves: "Come on."
Seeing that Zhao Yan was serious, the old doctor sighed and took out his needle bag: "Your Highness, after taking the medicine this time, your body will definitely be weak for a while. I will prescribe some Qi and blood replenishing soup for you later. Remember to take it on time when you go back."
Zhao Yan nodded: "Well, thank you, doctor."
The old doctor took out the silver needle, but before he could do anything, the door suddenly opened and Zhao Cheng appeared in front of them. "What are you doing?"
When the old doctor saw that it was His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, his legs went limp with fear and he fell to the ground, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...!"
Zhao Yan glanced at Zhao Cheng who suddenly came in, wondering: "Brother, why did you come here suddenly?"
Zhao Cheng listened to their conversation from outside the door. He probably knew that they just wanted to take Zhao Yan's blood to make some medicine. "That's ridiculous! How can we harm our parents who gave us our bodies and hair?"
Zhao Cheng grabbed Zhao Yan's wrist and said, "Come with me."
"Wait..." Zhao Yan took two steps back. "Brother, I'll explain this to you later. Doctor Sun, get up first and finish our business."
Zhao Cheng didn't say anything, and Doctor Sun didn't dare to stand up. He just looked up at Zhao Yan, then at Zhao Cheng, and then lowered his head tremblingly.
Zhao Yan: “…”
Zhao Yan had no choice but to beg Zhao Cheng: "Brother, please, I will explain everything to you in a moment. You can't delay me from saving people."
"Save someone?" Zhao Cheng frowned and looked at Zhao Yan: "Are you going to save someone?"
Zhao Yan nodded: "Yes, please, brother."
It wasn't that Zhao Cheng didn't believe Zhao Yan, but Zhao Yan was too easy to fool. He hesitated and asked, "What kind of medicine needs to be made with human blood? Ah Yan, have you been deceived by this quack doctor?"
"I dare not!" Before Zhao Yan could speak, Doctor Sun explained, "Your Highness, the Seventh Prince is a Qilin child, and naturally different from others. The medicine that the Seventh Prince wants to make is also related to his body. And that blood is not used in the medicine, it is just used as an inducer."
Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment and felt a little uncomfortable, but then he looked at Zhao Yan's sincere eyes and finally agreed: "Okay."
He added, "When you're done, I'll go back to Zichen Palace with you."
…
After Zhao Yan finished donating blood and bandaged his wrist, he took the tonic prescribed by Imperial Physician Sun and rode in a sedan chair back to the Purple Palace with Zhao Cheng. They passed many palaces along the way, where palace maids and eunuchs were still fumigating themselves with medicine. Zhao Yan and Zhao Cheng both wore veils for protection.
"Is this disease very serious?" People from the Imperial Medical Bureau went to Zhao Yan's Zichen Palace every day to fumigate medicine, but everything in his palace was currently fine.
Zhao Cheng: "Father is old, so the palace must be more careful."
After saying that, Zhao Cheng lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Zhao Yan's porcelain-white wrist: "Don't change the subject, what exactly happened just now?"
"..." Zhao Yan pursed his lips, lifted his veil and looked at Zhao Cheng who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him, "Brother, you have really changed a lot recently. Why do you care about me so much?"
Zhao Cheng: “…”
Zhao Cheng remembered what his mother said to him that day.
He originally thought that the accident ten years ago was a real accident, and that Zhao Yan and Queen Nangong were indiscriminate, but his mother told him that all this was her plan.
Zhao Cheng suddenly felt that he had lived like a fool for the past ten years. He worked hard to study, make friends with powerful families, and did not dare to slack off in court affairs, just to tell himself that only those who hold power can decide the truth of things.
But in the end, he was the one who was kept in the dark.
But he didn't blame his mother. Everything his mother did was because of her short-sightedness. His mother hurt Zhao Yan, and he was making up for it.
Zhao Cheng drooped his eyelashes: "We are brothers, isn't it normal for my brother to be nice to you?"
"That's normal. It's just that we haven't seen each other for ten years. I thought we wouldn't be close anymore." Zhao Yan laughed. "Brother, tell me the truth. Was it Madam Shu who spoke for me? Ever since I went to see Madam Shu that day, you've been treating me better."
"Well," Zhao Cheng chuckled. "It's a great honor to admit your mistakes and then improve. Since Ah Yan has apologized for what happened back then, I will be magnanimous and forgive you."
"Pfft..." Zhao Yan thought Zhao Cheng was so childish. Seeing that he had remembered something for more than ten years, he just apologized and let it go. "So, brother, you were so kind to me before, but it was all fake?"
"You've gone off topic again," Zhao Cheng ended the topic: "We've arrived at the Purple Palace. Come in and have some tea before we continue."
"Okay." Zhao Yan said.
Back at the Purple Palace, Zhao Yan asked Xiao Zhouzi to boil his tonic. Doctor Sun was right. He was indeed a little weak after donating blood, and even walking felt limp.
Zhao Cheng lifted Zhao Yan's arm and helped him walk towards the inner hall. "What kind of medicine could make you take such a risk and do something that would harm yourself?"
Zhao Yan didn't know how to tell Zhao Cheng. Zhao Cheng was the crown prince, and he hadn't been crowned a king yet. Rumors of a replacement had been circulating since he returned to the capital... Yong Shaolan was also a king of a different surname, holding military power in Liaodong. If he said the antidote was for Yong Shaolan, would Zhao Cheng think too much?
"A friend," Zhao Yan collapsed as he entered the room, and ordered the eunuch to serve tea to Zhao Cheng: "A friend I feel very sorry for. In short, I did something wrong and I need to apologize."
Zhao Cheng glanced at Zhao Yan, who was lying on the small couch without any manners, and said nothing.
Zhao Cheng: "The friend Ah Yan mentioned is Prince Yong?"
"...Hmm? Brother, you're really smart." After saying that, Zhao Yan asked again: "Brother, you won't be angry because Prince Yong and I are friends, right?"
Zhao Cheng pursed his lips and said, "No, I believe you, not those rumors."
Nangong has already become a noble concubine, and now his mother is the queen. Even if his father did intend to make Zhao Yan the crown prince before, it is too late to regret now.
"That's good," Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief. People's hearts are hidden, and he didn't know whether Zhao Cheng minded or not, but Zhao Cheng broke the window paper himself, which meant that he still had some trust in himself.
"I heard that Prince Yong was poisoned on his way back to the capital and can't see clearly now," Zhao Cheng said. "Ah Yan is trying to help him?"
Zhao Yan: "...I can't hide anything from you, but can you keep it a secret for me?"
It was almost the end of the month, and even if he delayed, he wouldn't be able to delay much longer. Sooner or later, his father would find out that he had prepared the antidote for Brother Lan. However, the matter was already settled. Brother Lan had been detoxified, so naturally, his father would no longer be suspicious of him!
But for the time being he didn't want his father to know.
"Okay," Zhao Cheng thought of something, "Now that the matter has been clarified, I feel relieved. You can rest. I have to go back to review the memorials."
Zhao Yan: "Then go slower, brother. I won't send you off."
As Zhao Cheng left the Purple Palace, the young eunuch from the Eastern Palace asked, "Your Highness, are we going back to the Kunning Palace? Everything there is almost ready, and the Empress will be able to move in soon."
"No," Zhao Cheng said, "I'm going to Taiji Hall. I want to see my father."
Young eunuch: "Yes."
…
After Zhao Cheng left, Zhao Yan fell asleep and slept until the afternoon. When Xiao Zhouzi saw Zhao Yan wake up, he brought the boiled medicine and prepared millet porridge to him and said, "Your Highness, you have slept all day. Hurry up and eat some porridge to fill your stomach."
Zhao Yan got up and watched the sun set outside. "No wonder Brother Lan always says I've lost weight. I really can sleep well."
After taking the medicine, Zhao Yan still felt weak, so he decided not to look for Yong Shaolan. However, after the twilight hour, the palace's servant came to him.
At that time, Zhao Yan was receiving several sets of Confucian robes sent by the Clothing Bureau.
It's not for him to wear, it's for Yong Shaolan to wear!
A row of servants came to the palace, each holding a food tray. Little Zhouzi was so busy that he could not handle it all: "Sir, the prince has sent delicious food to you and His Highness, all bought from Fanlou."
Xiao Zhouzi acted out the whole play: "Your Highness is not here, please come and eat!"
Zhao Yan packed his clothes and felt strangely excited for some reason.
This was his first time giving someone a gift, and he didn't know if Brother Lan would like it.
"I'm here." Zhao Yan walked out of the door carrying the small package. Seeing the familiar faces in the palace, he didn't care about the delicious food on the table. He walked over and handed over the gift he had prepared: "Go back and tell your prince that these are the clothes I prepared for him."
The servant collected the clothes and said, "Yes, I will take my leave now."
When the servant returned to the palace, he delivered the things the young man had asked him to do to Yong Shaolan.
At that time, Yong Shaolan was busy with work in the study. Wen Quan took the package and said, "Okay, go down."
Wenquan knew that the prince didn't like to be disturbed when he was busy, so he said, "Your Highness, I will take the things to your bedroom first."
"No need." Yong Shaolan put down the pen in his hand, stood up, walked to Wen Quan, and took the package over: "You go down first."
Wenquan: “Yes.”
Wenquan stayed out for a quarter of an hour, and then heard a man's voice: "Grind the ink."
"Yes, Your Highness." As soon as Wen Quan entered the room, he saw that his prince had changed into a new set of clothes. Although he felt something was wrong, Wen Quan held back and did not ask. He lowered his head and concentrated on grinding ink.
After a long time, the air pressure in the study suddenly became very low.
Yong Shaolan: "Floods have been frequent in Jiangnan in recent years, making silk fabrics increasingly difficult to find."
Wen Quan: "...Hmm? Your Highness, are you saying that we have to raise next year's military expenses ourselves?"
Yong Shaolan: "No, it's this dress. The material is really expensive."
"very nice."
Wenquan: “………………”
"The little prince's love for the prince is evident to all."
Yong Shaolan raised his eyelids and his gaze fell on a man in a green Confucian robe.
"Yeah?"
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