Chapter 42: A Thousand Miles Away Yong Shaolan: "..." Raising his hand, he passed the medicine to...
Yong Shaolan: “…”
He raised his hand and brought the medicine to Zhao Yan's lips: "Take the medicine."
"..." Zhao Yan raised his hand and touched the man's Adam's apple: "Don't interrupt."
Yong Shaolan: "What?"
Zhao Yan pursed his lips. "Hey, and your Adam's apple, they're both really big. Don't you feel good when you're praised like this?"
Yong Shaolan gulped and said, "Hmm."
"Take medicine?"
Zhao Yan lifted herself up from the man's embrace, then turned over, straddling Yong Shaolan's thighs, hooking her arm around his waist and hugging his neck. "What do you think?"
Yong Shaolan put down the medicine bowl, freed his hand, and pinched the boy's pointed chin: "What are you going to do?"
Zhao Yan shook his hips twice and repeated, "What do you think?"
A thick haze rose within the sedan chair, the young man's scorching body emitting steam, the heat rising from his breaths slowly blending together. When Yong Shaolan didn't respond, Zhao Yan frowned again, shook his brows twice, and pressed him, "Brother Lan, tonight it's just you and me in the sedan chair."
After a while, there was a "pop" sound, and Zhao Yan's buttocks felt a burning pain.
Yong Shaolan slapped Zhao Yan awake.
The man's face was darker than the gloomy weather. "Come down."
Zhao Yan: “…”
"Come down if you want."
Zhao Yan was a little unhappy, but he still climbed down from Yong Shaolan's waist. He had no strength left and could only lean against the man. "I gave you a bargain, but you didn't want it. You'll never get it again after this opportunity."
Yong Shaolan supported the young man and leaned over to pick up the medicine again: "Take the medicine."
A cool breeze blew up the curtains, clearing away the misty atmosphere.
"Hmm..." The boy was as soft as a newborn lamb, completely devoid of strength. He took a sip of the medicine with his red lips. His brow furrowed slightly, and the words "I don't like it" were etched on his face: "Oh my god, this is so bitter."
“Good medicine tastes bitter.”
"They're all lies..." Zhao Yan remembered that the ointment prescribed by the Imperial Medical Bureau didn't need to be taken. It would relieve the pain in a short time after being applied to the palm of the hand: "You don't need to take the ointment prescribed by the Imperial Medical Bureau."
Yong Shaolan: "Sorry."
"Hmm..." Zhao Yan looked up at Yong Shaolan sickly, "Why are you apologizing?"
"I should prepare something good for you."
"I'm sorry for wronging you."
"Well, I was just saying it casually. The things in the Imperial Medical Bureau are so expensive." Although he complained, Zhao Yan still finished the medicine obediently.
After a while, the boy's flushed face became sweaty, his loose hair all stuck to his smooth forehead, and his brows were tightly furrowed and could not be relaxed.
Zhao Yan leaned on the man's shoulder and muttered, "...I'm so sleepy, Brother Lan."
Yong Shaolan put the bowl down and adjusted his sitting position to make Zhao Yan more comfortable: "Go to sleep. You won't feel so uncomfortable when you wake up."
"Yeah." This was not the first time Zhao Yan was hugged by Yong Shaolan. He had felt quite uncomfortable before, but at this moment, the other party's gentle and affectionate tone and the hot and warm embrace were like a small safe haven, and he enjoyed it with peace of mind.
Comfortable.
"Thank you, Brother Lan."
"Apart from my mother, you are the best to me."
You don't want anything from me.
The young man muttered a few words, and his thick eyelashes drooped completely. The sound of rain outside the sedan became a lullaby. Yong Shaolan sat holding Zhao Yan all night, his heart restless.
…
The next day, the sky cleared up.
Zhao Yan slept until he woke up naturally. As soon as he moved, he noticed that he was still half lying in Yong Shaolan's arms, his face resting on the man's chest, and his mouth was full of saliva.
Zhao Yan raised his hand and wiped Yong Shaolan's chest, but the man suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "It's okay."
Zhao Yan raised his eyes, looked at Yong Shaolan who was frowning slightly, and asked, "You held me like this all night long?"
Yong Shaolan glanced at Zhao Yan calmly: "Well, are you heartbroken?"
"I'm very touched." Zhao Yan retracted his arm and leaned back, only to realize why Yong Shaolan didn't let him move: "Oh my gosh!"
As if in a stress reaction, he wanted to get up and leave, "What are you doing so early in the morning?!"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Grabbing the boy's wrist, he pushed him back down, "It's a normal physiological reaction."
He frowned and looked at Zhao Yan again, and said in a positive tone: "You didn't."
I'm not ready for marriage yet, and I feel uneasy because I've been taken care of all the time.
Zhao Yan couldn't understand what Yong Shaolan meant at all: "..."
If he says no, it seems like he has kidney deficiency, but if he says yes, it feels too embarrassing!
"I haven't. I'm a pure person for now." Zhao Yan put his hands on Yong Shaolan's chest to avoid close contact between his buttocks and his brother, "Take it easy."
Yong Shaolan pinched the skin on the boy's wrist and looked at the slender neck. The flesh was white, unlike the powdery color when he was unwell last night.
Proves that the boy is awake at this moment.
Yong Shaolan pressed his eyes and said, "Not feeling uncomfortable anymore?"
"Much better." Zhao Yan loosened his neck. Apart from a little soreness in his neck, he felt no other discomfort. "Although this medicine takes a long time to work and tastes bad, it works for a long time."
"But I remember we have to drink again tonight, right?"
Yong Shaolan: “Yeah.”
"This crappy setting is really annoying!" Zhao Yan sighed, "How are you? Can you get off? I'm hungry."
Yong Shaolan: "Okay."
"Go down."
Zhao Yan climbed out of the carriage first. When he got out and looked back at Yong Shaolan, he noticed that Yong Shaolan seemed to move his legs, which he had been sitting on all night. So it wasn't his brother who was relaxing, but his legs that were numb?
He sleeps like a pig. Why doesn't he move?
The two of them got off the carriage. Wenquan had already cooked the porridge. "Is Your Highness feeling better?"
Zhao Yan walked over and squatted beside Wen Quan to help him serve the rice: "Much better, thanks to Brother Lan who bought me the medicine in advance."
"After dinner, we have to hurry on our way." Yong Shaolan took some candy and put it in Zhao Yan's bowl. "It will take about five or six days to get to the next village or town."
"We have to leave Guanyang before the end of the month."
Wenquan nodded: "Yes."
"Why?" Zhao Yan took a sip of the sweet porridge. "Hasn't it been relatively safe these days?"
"The end of the month is when the various private chambers of commerce count their accounts, and most of them don't enter or leave the city. It's not easy to pretend to be a vendor at this time. If you're not a vendor, you need to produce household registration documents before you can leave the city."
Wenquan went on to explain, "Before leaving Beijing, the prince entered the palace in a hurry and did not prepare a false household registration."
"Okay then," Zhao Yan finished his meal in one gulp. "I'm done. I'll go wash the dishes. You guys clean up the other things."
Yong Shaolan: "Well, I'll accompany you."
After packing up the sundries, it was almost noon when we set off. Fortunately, the weather was clear and cloudless, the road was dry, and it was much easier to walk on.
Wen Quan slept outside last night, and Zhao Yan let him go in to rest after he got on the carriage. Yong Shaolan didn't get a good rest last night either, and Zhao Yan originally wanted him to go and rest as well, but the man didn't listen.
So, Zhao Yan drove the carriage and Yong Shaolan stayed beside him.
The two of them took turns walking like this for a day and a night.
A few days later, they finally crossed the mountains and arrived at Guanyang Town, which is under the jurisdiction of Guanyang County.
The escape went incredibly smoothly, and Zhao Yan felt a bit more courageous. Looking at everything familiar in the town, he couldn't help but sigh, "I never thought Brother Lan and I would be revisiting our old place so soon."
Yong Shaolan put the boy's veil on and said, "It's better to be cautious."
Zhao Yan: “…”
"Okay."
Just wear the veil, it won’t affect his vision.
The carriage drove to the west end of the town. Zhao Yan looked at the inn where he and Yong Shaolan often stayed and asked, "Are we going to rest in the suburbs tonight? Or are we going to stay in the inn in town?"
Yong Shaolan raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Zhao Yan: "Would you like to stay at the inn with me?"
Early in the morning, the morning market in the town had not yet ended. There were a lot of people selling cattle, chickens and sheep along the street. The mixed noises and the dazzling fireworks made it difficult to hear even the softest voices.
Zhao Yan just glanced back at Yong Shaolan, not hearing what he said clearly, "What?"
Yong Shaolan: "Nothing, I can do anything. The inn in the town is unattended and does not require household registration."
Does this mean I can stay at an inn?
"Oh," Zhao Yan whipped the horse a little, "Then stay for one night! I want to go out shopping in the evening."
Yong Shaolan: "Okay."
After getting Yong Shaolan's consent, Zhao Yan drove the carriage to the inn. The waiter was the same as before. Seeing that they were wearing veils, he assumed they were outsiders. "Are you staying at the inn, gentlemen?"
Because he had lived in Guanyang for a while, Zhao Yan already knew the Guanyang dialect. He lifted his veil and said to the waiter, "Yes, I want to stay in the hotel. I want two upper rooms."
"Okay," the waiter recognized the young man, "I'll give you a discount today. Just give me ten taels of silver."
"Okay," Zhao Yan nodded, then he remembered that he didn't have a dime, so he turned back to look at Yong Shaolan: "Brother Lan."
Yong Shaolan took out twice the amount of silver and said, "The three of us are returning home from Yujing as merchants. We have lost our household registration. Thank you for your help."
The waiter nodded: "No one cares about our small place."
As he said that, the waiter returned the extra silver and said, "Let's go upstairs. It's the room you two stayed in before."
Zhao Yan took the key: "Thank you! You are such a kind person!"
After traveling for several days straight, it would be a lie to say I wasn't tired. Zhao Yan entered the room and stretched out on the bed: "Ahhhhhhhhhh, I haven't slept like this in a long time!"
"Cool!"
Yong Shaolan hung up his clothes, walked to the young man, and looked down at him.
Zhao Yan rolled over and noticed Yong Shaolan was looking at him. He quickly rolled inside and asked, "What's wrong?"
"fine,"
"Rest for a while."
"Okay," Zhao Yan made room for Yong Shaolan outside. "Go to sleep. When you wake up, we'll go out for something delicious."
"Um."
After lunch break, Zhao Yan woke up earlier than Yong Shaolan. However, as soon as he got up and wanted to pee, the man sleeping outside him frowned slightly, stood up and looked at him: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Yan originally didn't want to disturb Yong Shaolan's rest, but when he saw the man wake up, he stopped being cautious: "Sorry to disturb Brother Lan's rest."
After that, Zhao Yan complained again: "But you sleep too lightly, I just need to pee."
Yong Shaolan got out of bed and took Zhao Yan's shoes. "I've developed this habit after years of marching."
"Would you like me to go with you?"
Zhao Yan asked Yong Shaolan to put his shoes on for him: "No need, I'm just going to pee, how can I get robbed?"
"It's better to be cautious," Yong Shaolan stood up and put on his clothes, "Let's go."
The inn's outhouse was a thatched hut by the river behind the inn. Zhao Yan had been there once before and was almost killed by the stench.
But you still have to pee.
Yong Shaolan took the lead and opened the door of the toilet for Zhao Yan: "Come."
"Okay," Yong Shaolan's movements were smooth and flowing. Zhao Yan actually wanted to say that there was no need to take such good care of him: "Thank you very much."
After saying that, Zhao Yan walked in, untied his belt, and was about to take something out when he found that Yong Shaolan, who was standing next to him, had not left.
He didn't seem to have any intention of leaving.
Zhao Yan tilted his head and said, "Well, Brother Lan, you don't have to look at me like that. I can pee by myself."
"I'm watching you."
Yong Shaolan remained calm and said, "It's convenient."
Zhao Yan: “…”
The man was so direct that Zhao Yan was speechless for a moment. He twitched his lips and went straight to take out the thing. However, after preparing himself mentally for a long time, he still couldn't take it out.
"No, Brother Lan, I can't take it out like this."
"I'll help you."
Zhao Yan: “…”
It's okay to have some fun, but it's not necessary in the toilet, right?
Zhao Yan pursed his lips and said nothing. Yong Shaolan closed the toilet door and walked behind him.
A tall figure came up, like a haze covering the sky. Zhao Yan felt the hot masculine scent behind him, and his scalp couldn't help but go numb, and his body was like a fully drawn bow.
Zhao Yan curled his lips and leaned back a bit, then heard Yong Shaolan say, "It's convenient."
Zhao Yan: “…”
The whole process took about a minute. Because Zhao Yan was too nervous, he spent the first forty seconds preparing himself mentally.
After peeing, Yong Shaolan tied Zhao Yan's belt, returned to the inn with him, and washed his hands.
Zhao Yan sat on the bed in a daze. Yong Shaolan washed his hands and came over to call him, "Are you going out?"
The young man turned into a drowned kitten. Upon hearing this, he looked up at Yong Shaolan and nodded woodenly: "...Yeah, yeah."
Yong Shaolan: "Unhappy?"
Zhao Yan laughed dryly twice and took Yong Shaolan's arm, "Hahaha, how could it be... well, it's just a little uncomfortable."
Zhao Yan leaned on the man's shoulder and tilted his head to look at him: "You pinched me when you were shaking, did you do it on purpose?"
"Besides...a few days ago, when I was in heat, you didn't touch me at all, not even kissed me a few times. You actually wanted to do it when I was sober, right?"
"You want so much!"
His heart, his body.
"But I know you respect me."
"Brother Lan, how can there be such a good boyfriend like you in this world!"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
I've heard him use the term "boyfriend" many times.
That's probably what my lover meant.
Zhao Yan's neck felt a little sore. He stopped looking at Yong Shaolan and leaned against him, saying seriously, "I'll get desensitized as soon as possible."
"It's been a while since we've kissed. Do you want a kiss before we go out?"
Yong Shaolan didn't say anything. Zhao Yan leaned against him for a while, then climbed down and knelt on the bed. He held the man's cheeks, then slightly tilted his face, pressed his lips against the man's, and actively stretched out his tongue, patiently licking the gap between his lips.
Then, imitating Yong Shaolan's deep kiss, he thrust his tongue down his throat. Yong Shaolan let Zhao Yan initiate the kiss for a while, then pinched his cheek and held him on his lap. The overly aggressive kiss made Zhao Yan's brain dizzy, but he still took the initiative to open his mouth, allowing the man to penetrate deeper, saliva flowing down the corners of his lips.
“Hmm…ha…”
"I'm going to be kissed to death..."
"No, I can't."
Zhao Yan's pupils became unfocused after being kissed, and he rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue.
Yong Shaolan took a breath, supported Zhao Yan's chin, and his eyes fell on his rosy cheeks.
He said lightly: "Are you happy?"
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