Chapter 5: It’s so hot in Luoyunjian, I’m going to be in heat~
"Okay?" Upon hearing this, the young man looked up at Yong Shaolan and muttered, "Brother Lan, why are you asking this? Didn't you get enough rest?"
Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat and said lightly, "Okay, very good."
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After dinner, Zhao Yan wanted to go out to the town market and see how much a horse cost.
Dayan has been established for more than 40 years. Years of war in the early years have caused the price of horses to soar to hundreds of taels of silver. If it were before, a few hundred taels of silver would only be the money for his mother to make him a dress, but now that horses are so expensive, he can only find other ways to enter the capital.
For example, driving bus No. 11.
After clearing the dishes, Yong Shaolan took out two veils and handed one to Zhao Yan: "We have to walk a long way, and the sun will be strong at noon."
"Okay," it was really great. Zhao Yan didn't want to be discovered, so he put on his veil and went out with the man.
The two walked west along the inn for a full hour before they saw a small stall selling noodles at the end of the market.
Yong Shaolan pulled the boy under a large locust tree and said, "It's too hot right now. Wait here for me. I'll be back soon."
"Okay," Zhao Yan had been lying in bed in Nangong Mansion for more than ten years. The greatest suffering he had ever endured was being slapped on the hands for learning to read and write. After following the man for so long, he felt that his legs were about to be crippled.
The plan to walk to Beijing failed before it was even put on the agenda.
It was already midday, the sun blazing, the earth scorched to a crisp, and the heat rising straight up. The young man lifted his veil and wiped the sweat off his forehead with his sleeve. The loose hair on his forehead was lifted, revealing a bit of his white forehead and fuzzy hair, looking a little adorable in his dishevel.
On the other hand, Yong Shaolan was still wearing a loose crane cloak. Apart from feeling a little uncomfortable somewhere, he seemed not to be affected by the horrible weather at all.
Zhao Yan wiped the sweat off his face, looked at the man who was standing there, and asked in confusion, "Is there something dirty on my face?"
"I can't see," the man said.
Zhao Yan: “…”
Then why are you staring at me?
Just when Zhao Yan was puzzled, Yong Shaolan glanced at the noodle stall and said, "Okay, the melon vendor is here, I'm going to go."
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Zhao Yan waited under the big locust tree for about a quarter of an hour, fanning himself with the gauze on his veil with both hands. Suddenly, a piece of watermelon with a porcelain spoon inside appeared in his sight.
Yong Shaolan: "Eat it, it's all chilled with well water, it's the best for cooling down."
"Wow!" Zhao Yan happily hugged the watermelon and scooped a big spoonful with a spoon. When he was about to put it in his mouth, he looked up at the man next to him and suddenly found that he was holding a sack in his hand. There seemed to be several watermelons in it, but none of them were opened.
Zhao Yan had been the little prince for a long time, and he had always been the first to get good things from people around him, and he had already developed a little bad habit. Obviously, he was also a good boy who would consider the feelings of others when going out with friends.
"Huh?" Zhao Yan put the melon pulp back and tilted his head to look at Yong Shaolan: "Brother Lan, why is there only half? Where's the other half? Why don't you eat it?"
Yong Shaolan put the melon on the ground and sat down next to Zhao Yan, leaning against the big locust tree. "The melon seller only gave me half of it. Eat it quickly. I borrowed the spoon from the noodle stall and I have to return it after I'm done."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
"Then let's eat together!" Zhao Yan looked at the refreshing melon flesh, held the spoon, scooped out the most delicious part in the middle and handed it to the man's mouth: "This piece is the most delicious, I'll feed it to Brother Lan."
Yong Shaolan raised his eyes and sniffed the body fragrance of the two people mixed with the sweet smell of melon in the air. He slid his throat, gently opened his thin lips, took the melon flesh into his mouth, bit off a piece, wrapped his tongue around it, held the sweet juice for a while, and then put it into his stomach.
Very sweet.
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The half watermelon was quickly devoured, but Zhao Yan took most of it. After Yong Shaolan finished the watermelon and handed over the spoon, the two of them walked back together.
Zhao Yan was eager to see the horses, and soon after they left, he asked, "Brother Lan, is there anyone selling horses in this town? Can we go and have a look? I'll ask the price. I want to start earning money and then sell one!"
"Hmm?" Yong Shaolan's grip on the sack of watermelons tightened slightly, but after a moment, he relaxed. "Brother Shen, why do you suddenly want to buy a horse? Can you ride a horse?"
"Yeah," Zhao Yan knows a lot of things, such as pitching pots, cockfighting, horseback riding, and Cuju. In short, he knows everything that a playboy in ancient times could do.
Zhao Yan: "I haven't told Brother Lan about my background before. Actually, my family has a little money, and I was going to Beijing to seek refuge with my relatives. Unfortunately, I was attacked by bandits on the way and lost all my money. So I want to buy a horse and go directly to Yujing."
After saying that, Zhao Yan made a solemn promise: "Brother Lan, what about you? Do you want to come with me? I'll ask my mother to find someone to treat your eyes and your brain at the same time."
Zhao Yan: "Do you still remember where you are from? Where do you live?"
"I don't remember clearly."
Go to the capital to seek refuge with relatives?
The Shen family was ordered to escort Nangong's mother and son to Beijing. Could it be that they encountered an accident?
Or is he just a member of the Shen family's side branch, and is going to Beijing to seek an official position?
Yong Shaolan said lazily, "I only remember that I fell off a cliff with two of my family's guards. There's no news from them now. I plan to wait for them in Qingshui Village this month."
“Brother Shen, are you planning to leave after buying the horse? Then do you want to stay in Qingshui Village with me before buying the horse?”
"Will that be too much trouble for Brother Lan?" Zhao Yan felt a little embarrassed, but if Brother Lan didn't take him in, he would probably have to sleep on the street today.
"How could that be?" Yong Shaolan saw that the young man was about to give in, and the corners of his lips lifted uncontrollably: "Brother Shen, you can stay as long as you want. Let's go, there is the horse market over there, let's go and take a look."
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"This horse?"
"This breed is the Ferghana horse that Emperor Wu of Han obtained from the Dayuan Kingdom."
"Come, take a look at this one. It's cheap, only eighty taels."
"Eighty taels?" Zhao Yan glanced at the old, ugly, short-limbed horse in the stable, feeling disgusted. "This horse looks so old it can barely walk, and you're still asking for eighty taels? Why don't you just go and rob it?"
"Hey, hey, hey? You little brat, why are you talking so harshly?" The horse dealer looked up and down at the two people beside him. They looked decent, but they were wearing the cheapest hemp shirts. It was obvious that they were the young men from the remote countryside. Introducing them to them would be a waste of time. "Our Guanyang Town is three days and three nights away from the nearest Qiongguan City by horseback. It's such a long distance, how can it be free to transport the horses here?"
"If you can't afford it, just leave. Go, go, go."
The young man's face flushed with anger. His body was already not in good condition, and he almost fainted on the spot with anger: "Who is this?"
Yong Shaolan looked at the young man who was standing with his hands on his hips and stamping his feet, and the corners of his mouth rose uncontrollably again.
So cute.
Zhao Yan pouted, turned around angrily and pulled the man behind him: "Brother Lan, let's go, I don't believe that he is the only one in this town."
"Well," Yong Shaolan paced and followed the young man out of the horse market, then said, "There is indeed only such a family in the town. Brother Shen offended him today. Even if he has eighty taels of silver in the future, I guess the price will be raised."
"Or, go back and apologize to him."
Zhao Yan: “???”
"No way." Zhao Yan hated this kind of people the most when he was in high school. He pulled the man straight and walked a long way away: "It's just a few hundred taels of silver. When I make money, I'll come back and slap him in the face!"
Yong Shaolan nodded and said, "Let's go, go back to the inn to pack up, then go find Brother Da Niu's great uncle, get the ox cart and we'll go home."
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The two walked back to the inn. Yong Shaolan ordered a bowl of wontons for Zhao Yan. After the meal, he boiled some medicine for the young man. After he took the medicine, he slept for another hour before they were ready to set off.
The waiter tapped his abacus and said, "Sir, we have to pay for the room even after noon. It's for two days, ten taels of silver."
Yong Shaolan handed over the few silver coins in his purse: "Just right."
"Well," the waiter said, "Sir, you are so generous! Without your patronage, there would be only a few rooms left in our town in a year. So, I will give you a pot of good wine. Welcome to come next time."
"Thank you." Yong Shaolan walked out with the wine in his hand. Zhao Yan stood at the door of the inn with his bags in his hand. "Everything is ready. Let's go."
The two of them carried the watermelons they had bought to the house of Yong Shaolan's great cousin, Da Niu, and took back the ox cart they had left there.
All the bedding on the ox cart had been taken off, leaving only a thick blanket woven from hay. Yong Shaolan pulled the ox cart out and put the watermelon, books, medicinal herbs and Zhao Yan on it.
"Brother Shen, please wait here for a while. I'm going to go talk to Brother Daniu's uncle."
Zhao Yan lay on the hay, feeling something was wrong with him again. He groggily mumbled with his eyes open: "Then..."
After a pause, he said, "Brother Lan, please hurry up."
"Um."
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Yong Shaolan walked over to the man who had been waiting for him and handed him the portrait he had prepared earlier. "Mr. Li, I'll need you to keep an eye out for me over the next few days. If you find the person, I'll definitely reward you handsomely."
Daniu's great uncle had lost money doing business in Yujing a few years ago, so he moved his family back to Guanyang, bought a few houses, and opened an escort agency to settle down here. No one in the entire Guanyang town had a wider network of contacts than him: "Don't worry, Mr. Xiao."
After saying that, the man opened the portrait and took a glance at the soft armor of the deputy commander of the Liaodong Army worn by the person in the portrait. He couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Is this the deputy envoy beside Regent Yong Shaolan?"
The man looked at the imposing man in front of him in astonishment, "Mr. Xiao, who are you?"
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Zhao Yan lay there for a quarter of an hour before Yong Shaolan came back. Seeing him lying there, he took off his crane cloak and covered him with it. "It's getting late and the dew is heavy. Go home and sleep again."
The young man trembled his eyelashes tenderly, "Brother Lan, I seem to have a fever again..."
"Hmm?" Yong Shaolan got on the ox cart, sat next to Zhao Yan, and touched his burning forehead: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
After that, he ran his hand down the boy's spine, stopping at his lower back and rubbing it gently: "How about here? Is it uncomfortable?"
"Mmm..." A wave of numbness surged up, and Zhao Yan felt like he had fallen into hot oil. He instantly arched his back, pursed his lips and panted softly, "Brother Lan...don't touch my waist. That's the most uncomfortable place."
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