Chapter 49: Thousand Miles "You'll be so happy that you'll call me daddy."
Wang Dayong went into the kitchen to boil medicine, and Zhao Yan followed him, borrowed cooking utensils, and cooked porridge for Yong Shaolan.
Zhao Yan had always felt Wang Dayong had a sharp tongue but a soft heart, and after hearing his words today, he was even more certain. Zhao Cheng had sent men to hunt them down, and they had fallen into the water nearby. Wang Dayong was right to be worried; the soldiers might soon be here. However, he simply wanted to avoid implicating the villagers and told them to recover before leaving.
There are still many good people in the world!
After the porridge was cooked, Yong Shaolan was still asleep. Zhao Yanjian and Wang Dayong ate some first and prepared to bring the remaining bowl to Yong Shaolan: "Um, Brother Wang, let me go see if Brother Lan is awake."
"I'll bring the porridge over."
Wang Dayong said nothing, but stood up and cleared away the two people's bowls. "I'll clean it up."
Zhao Yan had no choice but to leave with the boiled medicine and porridge: "Thank you, Brother Wang."
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In the room, Yong Shaolan was still lying quietly on the bed.
Zhao Yan placed the medicine and porridge on the low table and gently called the man, "Brother Lan, you've been sleeping for a long time. Come eat something."
Zhao Yan touched the man's forehead, which was still burning. "The immune system is going crazy."
After saying this, Yong Shaolan opened his eyes slightly, his brows furrowed tightly, "What time is it?"
"It's late anyway. There's no sundial here, so I don't know exactly - are you feeling better?" Zhao Yan said, and brought over the mushy porridge. "You should have some porridge, please."
"Um."
Yong Shaolan propped himself up on the bed and sat up, his brows furrowed. Zhao Yan sat beside him and tested the temperature. "Just right."
Then he picked up the spoon and pretended to feed someone: "Ah, open your mouth."
Yong Shaolan pursed his lips and said nothing: "..."
He remembered what Zhao Yan said in his ear before going to bed.
Zhao Yan also seems to enjoy taking care of people.
Yong Shaolan moved his lips and took a sip of the porridge from Zhao Yan's spoon.
Seeing Yong Shaolan finish eating it all, Zhao Yan felt relieved. He scooped another spoonful and passed it to the pale lips: "Ah~"
Yong Shaolan opened his mouth, took it in, and put it into his stomach.
The man ate patiently, and Zhao Yan also watched Yong Lan eat patiently, passing spoonful after spoonful to him. Watching him swallow mouthful after mouthful, he actually felt a sense of satisfaction: "Brother Lan is really good."
"Good baby."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
The bowl of porridge was quickly finished. Zhao Yan put the bowl down and wiped the corner of the man's lips with a handkerchief. "Brother Wang also prepared some medicine. Brother Lan, don't go to sleep yet. Rest for a while and take the medicine."
Yong Shaolan ate something and regained some strength, "Yeah."
Zhao Yan placed a pillow made of wheat bran behind Yong Shaolan so that he could lean on it more comfortably. "Brother Wang came into the city today. He said he found a notice posted by the Baicheng government and issued a wanted notice for us. When you're better, we'll leave, Brother Lan. Don't cause trouble for the people of Xiaowangzhai."
Zhao Yan: "However, Brother Wang talked about the school, and I can see that he is grateful in his heart."
Zhao Yan: "What a good person!"
"And..." Zhao Yan's backbone now is Yong Shaolan. He has been ill for the past two days and felt like the sky has fallen. He is completely confused.
Zhao Yan: "What should we do next? I took a look at the silver on you. It should have been almost all lost when you fell into the water. The remaining money is not enough for us to buy a carriage."
Yong Shaolan pondered for a moment, "Originally, we planned to take the route east to Goguryeo. You and I will find a way to board a merchant ship and disembark when it reaches Liaodong."
After that, he pinched Zhao Yan's fingertips and said, "But the risk is too great."
If Zhao Yan hadn’t decisively jumped into the water that day.
The consequences are unimaginable.
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened, and he asked, "Do you remember the King of Southern Fujian whom I told you about before?"
Zhao Yan nodded: "Remember, didn't you say you would contact him when you got to Liaodong?"
"Contact him in advance, as well as the Nangong family and other prominent clans in the Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas. Before leaving Yujing, I had already discussed this with your mother. As long as we return to Liaodong, they will raise an army to support us."
"But we'd better have a military escort now."
"It's much safer this way."
"Ah?" Zhao Yan took the initiative to hold Yong Shaolan's squeezing hand. "From what you said, can't we get to Liaodong by boat?"
Zhao Yan: "Besides, why didn't you contact me before?"
Yong Shaolan glanced at Zhao Yan's face and thought for a long time before saying, "If you go to Liaodong, the rebel's surname will be Yong. If you don't go to Liaodong, you will be the rebel."
"For thousands of years, in the history books of future generations, you will be regarded as a traitor."
"Are you scared?"
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes, and his brows were so tight that they could kill a fly, which showed that he really cared about this matter and had considered it seriously before telling him.
Zhao Yan: “…”
But Zhao Yan didn't expect the reason to be this...
This is what Yong Shaolan is worried about???
Yong Shaolan was actually worried about his reputation.
Zhao Yan didn't know what to say for a moment.
"You..." The young man pursed his lips, his thick eyelashes drooping, and his voice suddenly choked, "Why do you have to think so much about me? I haven't thought about these things myself."
“…I don’t mind this.”
Emperor Taizong of Tang also launched the Xuanwu Gate Incident, and Zhu Di also rose from a prince to emperor. They obtained the throne in an illegitimate way, but they were both good emperors.
Zhao Yan: "What I mean is, I don't even care about being a traitor myself, why do you have to think so much about me?"
Zhao Yan's voice became smaller and smaller, and his head drooped: "I don't know what to say."
Yong Shaolan was somewhat surprised by Zhao Yan's reaction.
But I soon understood.
Not caring about reputation is probably because he is spoiled too much.
Yong Shaolan said calmly, "Then I won't say anything."
Zhao Yan: “…”
After a long time, the boy suddenly raised his head, with tears hanging on the corners of his crimson eyes. In the folds of his double eyelids, a small mole was soaked in tears and sparkled.
Suddenly he said to Yong Shaolan: "I want to kiss you!"
"Is it okay?"
“…”
Yong Shaolan frowned, looking at the young man sitting in front of the couch with his butt sticking out. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but he didn't refuse: "Hmm?"
Zhao Yan stood up from the small stool and saw the medicine on the small table from the corner of his eye. "Forget it, let's take the medicine first."
After saying that, Zhao Yan brought the medicine over and sat on the edge of the bed: "Do you want me to continue feeding you?"
"No need," Yong Shaolan held the bowl, frowned, and drank the medicine in one gulp, "It's very bitter."
"Want to kiss again?"
Yong Shaolan frowned, "Because I want to protect your reputation, are you moved? Do you want to reward me?"
"Well..." Zhao Yan said frankly: "I'm really touched. I'll kiss you."
Zhao Yan put the bowl back, nodded, and leaned over to touch Yong Shaolan's lips, pecked him, and then took the initiative to climb up his arms, turned his face, opened his mouth and covered the man's lips, sucking gently: "So soft, bitter."
Then he stuck his tongue into the gap between Yong Shaolan's lips and swept it gently.
Zhao Yan was not very skilled yet, so he could only kiss him the same way Yong Shaolan had kissed him before, pushing his tongue hard into his mouth, but it didn't feel right no matter how he kissed.
The corners of his lips were wet with his own saliva.
"Ha..." Zhao Yan licked the bitter taste in his mouth. Apart from the wetness and heat, he could no longer feel anything. He didn't feel dizzy, nor did his mouth feel numb. "Why is the kiss wrong?"
Zhao Yan sighed against Yong Shaolan's forehead and secretly glanced at Yong Shaolan, who seemed to be calm. He found that Yong Shaolan didn't seem to be comfortable with the kiss at all, so he mumbled like a deflated ball: "Why don't you stick out your tongue... Is it because I'm kissing you that you're uncomfortable?"
Every time Yong Shaolan initiated a kiss, his tongue would be numb until it became unbearable, requiring him to stretch it out for air to relieve the pain. Although the kiss made him breathless for a while, the aftertaste was indeed refreshing, and the numbness in his lower back made his instep tense.
Zhao Yan tried to kiss Yong Shaolan himself, and Yong Shaolan could also show the same expression as himself.
Unfortunately, Yong Shaolan's expression remained the same, but his gilded eyes became even deeper, and he didn't want to move away from the boy's moist lips for a moment.
"Not bad," Yong Shaolan supported Zhao Yan's chin, "Try again."
The lips came together again, first he held it in his mouth, then he licked it a few times with his tongue, making Yong Shaolan's pale lips moist, and then he put his tongue in. But only then did Zhao Yan think he was still taking the initiative, but as soon as he put the tip of his tongue in, the back of his head was grabbed by a hot palm.
Yong Shaolan turned his face to the side and licked Zhao Yan's upper jaw over and over again as if he was conquering a city.
His mouth is hot.
The bitter medicine had long been mixed with saliva, and no one knew who swallowed it. Realizing that he had gone from active to passive, Zhao Yan wanted to take the initiative to declare his sovereignty, but under Yong Shaolan's skillful kissing skills, he gradually surrendered and enjoyed actively offering his tongue for him to lick.
"ha……"
In the end, for some unknown reason, she sat on Yong Shaolan's thighs, and they both kissed each other non-stop.
"Hmm...Hmm...No more..."
His brain was deprived of oxygen, and his pupils couldn't focus. Zhao Yan slumped down on Yong Shaolan's hard thighs. His red tongue was sucked out, and he panted like a puppy: "You kissed me, and my whole body is tingling."
"Hmm." Yong Shaolan pinched the boy's waist, his eyes moving away from the bitten red lips and falling on the slender white neck: "Comfortable?"
"Dizzy." Zhao Yan put his hands on the man's shoulders and shook his head: "I felt dizzy after you kissed me. I couldn't breathe and my mind went blank."
Zhao Yan sucked his numb tongue: "I originally wanted to make you feel comfortable."
"I want to serve you once."
"I feel comfortable too." Yong Shaolan said lightly.
"Yeah?"
"How could I not see it? You didn't even stick out your tongue, you didn't breathe, you didn't react at all."
Yong Shaolan: "Everyone's feedback is different, and I'm very comfortable with it."
After Yong Shaolan finished speaking, he pinched the skin on the back of Zhao Yan's neck, and his Adam's apple moved. His lips, which had just been soaked with the boy's saliva, became a little drier.
After Zhao Yan kissed her, he needed at least a quarter of an hour to let the blush on his face and the numbness in his lower back slowly fade. Yong Shaolan waited until he had recovered a little before squeezing harder, rubbing his fingers a few times, turning the white skin crimson, and then pressing down harder.
Zhao Yan's waist softened, and she wished she could melt on him. She raised her hand and grabbed Yong Shaolan's hand that was groping around her neck: "Stop, stop pinching, I'm going to faint again."
"Sensitive." Yong Shaolan said lightly.
"Really?" Zhao Yan thought for a moment and said, "Actually, your kissing technique is really great. I learned it that day and kissed you until you were dizzy."
"Make you feel so good that you call me daddy."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"I'm going to get down," Zhao Yan said, supporting himself on Yong Shaolan's chest and moving downwards. As soon as he moved his butt away, he noticed something was wrong under Yong Shaolan, and his scalp went numb: "A normal reaction again? So your reaction isn't on your face, but in your lower body?"
Yong Shaolan didn't shy away from answering, "Yeah."
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