Chapter 44: A Thousand Miles "Kiss me to death if you dare."
A dark and windy night is a good time to do bad things.
Zhao Yan trudged slowly back to the grove he'd escaped from hours earlier. After searching for over half an hour, he finally found the right spot. The dog-beating stick, roughly the size of his arm, was stained with a foul odor, a scent he knew was often used to keep away vicious dogs.
The young man quietly came to the top of the wall and searched for broken bricks for more than ten minutes. Finally, he set up a stepping stone a dozen centimeters high and climbed up with a grunt. "Damn! How can this wall be so high?"
Then, a rustling voice came from not far away, "Young man, spare me! ... Young man, spare me!"
Zhao Yan tilted his head, climbed onto the wall, and found that the school was empty.
"Oh my god, he's not here."
He jumped down again, holding the dog-beating stick tightly in his hand, and groped slowly towards the sound.
Near the side of the small temple outside the school, several men dressed as yamen constables lay sprawled. Wen Quan rolled up his sleeves, looking menacing. Beside him, Yong Shaolan, dressed in a blue robe, stood in the gloom, a trace of blood staining the hem of his shirt.
The beaten old man, his face bruised and swollen, knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. He had no idea how he had offended these men. "Guanyang Stronghold has never been short of silver for even a month. Why did the king launch a surprise attack tonight... because we are short of silver?"
Wen Quan spat. "Let me tell you something. We heard someone report that you, as the school administrator, abused your position to defile students. Is this true?"
"This...this...this..." The old man didn't know how to answer. These bastards in the village were engaged in robbery, but they always claimed to be righteous men. What a bitch! But then he thought, since these people had found him, it meant that they had almost figured out the matter. If he continued to lie, he would be in danger of losing his life!
But he didn't know that the person in front of him was not a bandit at all, and no matter what happened tonight, his life would be in danger.
Wen Quan kicked the old man over and asked, "Are there any accomplices?"
"Mr. Sun from Yujing! It's all his fault. He started it all! I'm just a teacher at a private school in Guanyang, hired here! I'm wronged!"
"Then go in and bring the person out. If you play tricks, you don't need to live."
"Go quickly!"
Corner.
Zhao Yan held the dog-beating stick tightly in his hand and listened silently to everything in front of him.
It made him feel nauseous and angry! Rapists should be killed! Since the local government did nothing, don't blame him for fighting violence with violence.
After a while, there was a rustling sound, and it seemed that the old man went in to look for someone.
"Master, this happened here because the court failed to supervise properly. Even if we vent our anger tonight, there's no guarantee that this kind of thing will stop happening."
"Could it be that the young prince asked you to come?"
Yong Shaolan frowned: "Yujing is in turmoil, the government is corrupt, and it's only natural for us to lend a hand."
Zhao Yan heard Yong Shaolan's words clearly and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. He thought that he came here unwillingly, but he didn't expect that he also understood it in his heart!
When you see injustice, you should help!
After a while, there were indeed more footsteps in the school. Zhao Yan perked up and prepared to go out and finish off Wen Quan after he finished his attack.
The three old men, who were about fifty or sixty years old, saw the person lying outside and immediately understood what had happened. In a flash, Wen Quan loosened his muscles and bones and broke the man's cervical vertebrae in three or two strokes without him even uttering a single cry.
"That's it, sir—"
Seeing no movement, Zhao Yan guessed that they had been knocked unconscious. He found the right moment, rushed out with a dog-beating stick, and beat the old guys lying on the ground fiercely: "I will kill you!"
The young man raised the dog-beating stick high up, like a puppet possessed by evil spirits. He was so bloodthirsty that he brought the dog-beating stick, which was as thick as his wrist, down heavily on the skull. Several sounds of bones breaking could be heard from the ground.
Wen Quan was shocked. He watched Zhao Yan's fierce expression, clearly determined to kill him. "Your Highness, the person is already dead."
Yong Shaolan suppressed his gaze and stepped forward to grab Zhao Yan's wrist. The young man was exhausted, holding onto the dog-beating stick and panting heavily, his face sweating, and his brows could have pinched a fly to death: "Fuck his father!"
"Dead?" Zhao Yan looked at the three old men on the ground in confusion and kicked them a few times. "They must be dead. My stick skills are not to be underestimated."
Zhao Yan kicked a few times but still not satisfied, he was about to step on it again: "Fuck your dad!"
"Alright," Yong Shaolan stepped forward and pulled the boy back, "Who asked you to come out?"
"I'll do it myself," Zhao Yan shook off the man's hand. "Anyway, I'm out now, so you can do whatever you want—what should I do now?"
Yong Shaolan was angry and kept silent with a cold face.
Zhao Yan guessed that perhaps he saw that he had already made up his mind: "Last time at the Taoist temple, those young students also said that nowadays, even the imperial examinations can be cheated. It is hopeless for poor students to become officials, let alone the students here."
Zhao Yan: "Why not let all the students go home?"
Yong Shaolan looked at Zhao Yan with a cold look, "Things are not as simple as you think. Go back first. You can't handle things here for the time being."
Zhao Yan pursed his lips and took a step back: "How do you know you can't handle it?"
Wen Quan saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he stepped forward to persuade them: "Your Highness, the prince is right. It will take forever for you to deal with things here. Now that we have killed someone, we should run away quickly."
Wenquan: "A lack of patience in small matters can ruin great plans."
"...I understand," Zhao Yan smoothed his throat and went back to kick the dead things on the ground: "Let's go."
Before the three of them returned to the inn, Wen Quan took Zhao Yan's dog-beating stick and found a place to dispose of it. Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan returned to the inn first. As soon as they entered, Zhao Yan was grabbed by the arm and thrown onto the bed by a man. Yong Shaolan came up, grasped Zhao Yan's wrists with one hand, and bit him hard on the lips.
Zhao Yan did not refuse, and opened his mouth to adapt. His tongue actively entangled with the man's tongue, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Ha... well... if you have the guts... kiss me to death... ha..."
Yong Shaolan cleared his throat, released Zhao Yan's lips, and his gaze fell quietly on his little face that refused to yield: "Who told you to follow me, huh?"
Zhao Yan's hands were still pinned above his head by Yong Shaolan, and his legs were also pinned down by the man. The only thing that showed his dissatisfaction was his facial features. The young man frowned, his expression still unyielding, but he didn't dare to look Yong Shaolan in the eye.
Yes, Zhao Yan felt guilty.
But he said stubbornly: "I will feel uncomfortable if I don't give them a couple of blows myself."
Yong Shaolan's eyes were cold, and he didn't say anything. He looked at him as if he were trash.
Zhao Yan endured it for a while, feeling a little aggrieved. She raised her eyes and looked at him, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes. "Why don't you say anything?"
"I told you, the problem in Guanyang is not just a problem for the local government. It's because of the turmoil in Yujing that the local government dares to act so rampantly."
Yong Shaolan released Zhao Yan's hands and stood at the head of the bed, his eyes sweeping over him coldly: "You are a fugitive now, what problem can you solve?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
He turned his face away angrily and muttered softly, "No... Aren't you still here?"
Zhao Yan tried hard not to let the tears fall: "If you are not sure about something, you won't let me do it even if you knock me out. You didn't care about me because you are sure..."
Yong Shaolan stammered, "Idiot."
"Yes, yes, yes, I am an idiot, I am so stupid," Yong Shaolan suddenly stopped being angry. Although he called him an idiot, his brows relaxed, as if he was very pleased with what he said. Zhao Yan sat up from the bed, crossed his legs, tugged at the corner of Yong Shaolan's clothes, and lifted up his robe: "You are an idiot's boyfriend."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"What should we do next?" Zhao Yan asked seriously, "We've killed someone. How can the government just ignore it? Should we take this opportunity to expose this matter?"
"Is there any law against molesting minors?" Zhao Yan thought for a moment, then said, "No, I can't tell anyone about this. I don't know how many students in the school have been harmed by them. What will happen to those girls if I tell anyone about this?"
Zhao Yan suddenly felt his Ren and Du meridians open up. "I can't tell anyone about this. Although I really don't want to admit it, I feel that no victim would dare to stand up and disregard their dignity."
Zhao Yan: "Everyone is dead anyway..."
Yong Shaolan interrupted Zhao Yan: "Pack up and leave the city tomorrow morning. Even if the local authorities investigate the matter thoroughly, they won't publicize it. There are wandering knights and bandits in Guanyang, and this matter will probably be blamed on them."
Zhao Yan also wanted to say, why not run away first, but he didn't expect Yong Shaolan to have already thought of it: "Then do as you say."
Zhao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved, but he was not very happy.
These problems are difficult to solve even in modern society. Why does he think he can solve them now by being a fugitive?
But what are the criteria for being a good emperor?
Yong Shaolan ripped the corner of his clothes from Zhao Yan's hand and went to get some water. Zhao Yan quickly got off the bed and grabbed Yong Shaolan's hand, "Um, Brother Lan, I'm sorry."
"I was impulsive in what happened tonight. I'm only 18, and I wanted to help an old lady I met on the street. It's really hard for me to control my emotions when I encounter things like that."
"Feel sorry."
"Could you please stop being angry?"
Yong Shaolan let Zhao Yan hold him without saying a word or responding.
Zhao Yan walked around to the man and asked, "Do you want some water?"
Then he glanced at Yong Shaolan again and found blood on his clothes: "Are you still doing laundry? I'll go get some water."
Zhao Yan let go of the man and prepared to go downstairs. Yong Shaolan held him tightly and said in a much softer tone, "Wait."
After saying that, he went out by himself.
After a while, Yong Shaolan came upstairs carrying a bucket of hot water.
Zhao Yan had already taken out his new clothes, "I have prepared clothes for you,"
Zhao Yan thought Yong Shaolan was going to do laundry, but it turned out he was carrying water for a bath. The hot water was limited, so Yong Shaolan only used a washcloth to wipe himself. He stood at a distance from the bed, his lower body in pajama pants and his upper body naked, wiping himself.
Zhao Yan helped him put away his dirty clothes and asked, "Are we leaving tomorrow morning?"
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