Chapter 57: A Thousand Miles "Shall we get married after we get back?"...
Zhao Yan turned over, facing Yong Shaolan, and kissed him: "Well, how about you try it? I'm not sure if it will hurt...ah?"
"It might hurt."
"Huh? Why?" Zhao Yan, a pornographic comic book artist in his previous life, was quite well-read. "It's not that thing. Wouldn't it hurt if I were well prepared?"
Yong Shaolan kissed Zhao Yan's eyelids and said, "There are no books to study in the army."
Zhao Yan: "Is it rich? Let me try it myself?"
"Don't worry," Yong Shaolan said, "We'll be able to capture Yujing in a month at most. We'll then study it thoroughly."
"Turn around."
Zhao Yan was flipped over by Yong Shaolan, and hot kisses fell on his ears. It was only when Yong Shaolan pressed close to him that he felt uncomfortable: "You...you just want to play this, right?"
Yong Shaolan looks aloof, but he is actually more cunning than anyone else. If he doesn't like something, it will show on his face. If he wants to do something bad, he won't say it actively. Instead, he will induce him or find ways to make him say it first. If Yong Shaolan wasn't really good to him, he would be a complete PUA master.
Yong Shaolan didn't comment, but held Zhao Yan's waist with his palm: "There are still many things I want to play."
Zhao Yan held his ears and buried his face in his arms: "Fuck, I can't stand it... Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
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Half a month later, war was on the verge of breaking out in Guanyang Prefecture.
Zhao Yan followed at the rear of the camp, his daily anxiety agonizing. Wen Quan's three daily reports on military activity weren't enough. Three days later, the fighting intensified, the air thick with the smell of saltpeter. Zhao Yan, unable to wait any longer, fidgeted in his room, so he asked Wen Quan to prepare a carriage, and he finally left as he had hoped.
Zhao Yan stood on the city gate tower of Guanyang County, looking at the sea of lights and smoke more than ten miles away. It would be a lie to say he wasn't worried. He couldn't imagine how cruel the scene ahead was. At this time, a small team rushed out of the city: "Victory news!"
"Oh my god, have they taken it?" Zhao Yan walked down the tower, his clothes in hand. Wen Quan hurriedly followed him: "Your Highness, be careful, the ground is slippery!"
When the army reached the foot of the city wall and saw Zhao Yan, they all knelt on the ground and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty! The traitor Zhou has been executed. Your Majesty will be able to enter the palace soon."
The Liaodong Army and the Jinling Army both rose up under the pretext of clearing the court of corrupt officials, so Zhao Yan did not proclaim himself emperor, and the soldiers in the army always called him "Your Highness."
Zhao Yan was still confused, but the people standing around him had all reacted and knelt on the ground, shouting in unison: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"
Zhao Yan took the envelope presented by the soldiers, looking bewildered: "Am I going to be the emperor now?"
"Is this how I became the emperor?!"
Wenquan bowed, "Your Majesty is a child of the Qilin, and it is destiny that has chosen you."
Wen Quan's words made Zhao Yan's face flush. Damn this lousy author! Why did they come up with such a ridiculous setting? If this were set in modern society, it would be like being a big star. It's embarrassing to think about it. Do big stars live such a good life every day?
In the evening, Yong Shaolan took Xuan Ji, Shen Buyu and others back to the base camp to rest, while Jinling Hou led a group of soldiers towards Taiji Palace.
Zhao Yan had been anxious the entire afternoon. When he heard that Yong Shaolan had returned with Xuan Ji and Shen Buyu, he ran to the meeting hall downstairs without even putting on his cloak.
In the main hall, Yong Shaolan sat in the main seat, and the others sat on both sides of him.
Several people were discussing when to return to the palace.
At this time, Zhao Yan rushed in, "Brother Lan!"
The boy was like a nimble bird, flapping his wings, the joy on his face difficult to conceal.
Everyone in the hall didn't react at first, but when they came to their senses, they all put down the hot tea in their hands, lifted their robes and kowtowed to the ground: "Your Majesty, we pay our respects to you."
Including Yong Shaolan, who still had his armor on, knelt on one knee in front of him.
Zhao Yan was stunned for a moment, and went to help Yong Shaolan: "What are you doing? Hurry up and get up."
Zhao Yan was in the main hall listening to them talking about returning to Yujing to ascend the throne. It made Zhao Yan's head hurt. But when he asked a question that concerned him, everyone fell silent.
After finally making it to the hour of Hai, everyone dispersed to rest, leaving only Guanyang County Magistrate Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan in the main hall.
Yong Shaolan: "You go down first. I have something to discuss with His Majesty in private."
The county magistrate saluted and hurriedly left, closing the door before leaving.
The main hall finally quieted down. Zhao Yan sat at the top, yawning several times. "Finally, it's quiet...! I'm so sleepy."
Yong Shaolan said nothing. He walked straight to the young man, picked him up from the chair, pressed him on the desk and kissed him: "It's settled."
Zhao Yan felt uncomfortable with the scratching of Yong Shaolan's armor. He responded a few times and then pushed him away. "I don't know anything. Weren't we going to attack the city on the edge of Guanyang? How did we end up in Yujing out of nowhere? Where's Zhao Cheng? Didn't you kill him?"
"No," Yong Shaolan said, "They had an internal conflict. The people who had followed him in the coup turned against him and forced him to abdicate. I guess he's locked up in the cold palace. You can deal with it yourself when you return."
"Is that so?" Zhao Yan frowned. "That's good. Lock him up and keep an eye on him. I'll deal with him properly when I get back."
Zhao Cheng was a major concern for Zhao Yan. If he followed Zhu Yunwen's example, things would be very difficult. When Zhu Di attacked the Forbidden City, Zhu Yunwen had already fled, leaving many speculations about his whereabouts. If Zhao Cheng had escaped, wouldn't his entire mission have been in vain? His father was in the grave, his coffin slamming loudly.
"Let's go back and talk. It's so cold here." Zhao Yan rubbed his hands. "I still have a lot of things I want to ask you."
Yong Shaolan pecked the boy on the lips: "Hmm."
An icy kiss landed on his lips, making them feel numb and tingling. Zhao Yan opened his mouth to respond to Yong Shaolan's extended tongue, "Let's go back to the room. We finally have some free time. Let's take a bath together later?"
Ancient things didn't have the same insulation as modern ones, and heating water was a hassle, especially since they were traveling all the way. So, over the past few months, the word "bath" had become a sexual innuendo that Zhao Yan couldn't bring himself to utter.
Yong Shaolan pretended not to understand: "Do you just want to take a bath together?"
"..." Zhao Yan raised his eyelids, his old face flushed, "What do you think?"
Yong Shaolan let go of the young man, his eyes darkening a little, "Let's go."
By the time the county government staff had boiled water and brought it up, Zhao Yan and Yong Shaolan had already stripped down to nothing left. On the cramped little bed, two figures overlapped. Zhao Yan cupped Yong Shaolan's face and passionately responded to his kiss: "Ha... Do you still want to wash... I'll lick you later."
"Clean." Yong Shaolan loosened the flesh in his mouth and rubbed the remaining marks with his fingertips. "It's okay not to wash it."
"I haven't washed in a few days." Zhao Yan pushed Yong Shaolan and touched his firm muscles. "I haven't seen you for a few days. Brother Lan, your muscles have grown a lot."
Zhao Yan just finished speaking: "I'm going to go, go, go, go, can you tell me in advance...it hurts..."
Yong Shaolan actually attacked his most vulnerable spot without saying a word!
"Can you accept that?"
“…” It was like forcing an opened large doll into a packaging bag, filling the narrow pocket.
Zhao Yan couldn't find a more appropriate description. He raised his eyes slightly, looking at Yong Shaolan's serious expression, and swallowed the words of rejection on the tip of his tongue: "...It's, it's okay, it's just a little weird. You won't just do it all, right?"
“…”
Zhao Yan was too nervous.
Yong Shaolan kissed Zhao Yan's eyelids and stroked his back soothingly, "Fingers."
A few minutes later, Yong Shaolan increased the difficulty a bit, and the young man sprang up like a fish that had just been landed, his body immediately covered in sweat. This reaction couldn't possibly be comfortable.
Yong Shaolan stopped and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It's, it's okay..." As Yong Shaolan stopped his movements, Zhao Yan also tried to relax himself, but he couldn't control his body's stress response, and cold sweat broke out on his body. If it was a little hard to accept just now, now he really repulsed it. But this feeling was like someone poking your eyes with a needle again, and you would instinctively close your eyes, or like someone sticking a toothpick into your fingernail. It was a fear and repulsion that would make you break out in cold sweats just thinking about it.
But Zhao Yan still didn't want to spoil the fun anymore, biting his lower lip and muttering softly: "You continue."
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes and said, "I told you, if you can't accept it, just take it slow."
After saying that, Yong Shaolan wiped his hands with a handkerchief and changed his position.
This felt completely different. After all, all male pleasure stemmed from the 1. Actually, Zhao Yan had considered being the 1 and letting Brother Lan be the 0. After all, Brother Lan was a natural homosexual, so his tolerance level was probably higher than his. But every time he mentioned Yong Shaolan before, his face turned sour. Touching his butt was harder than touching a tiger's. His brows were lowered, as if he was cursing. After that, Zhao Yan said little.
Yong Shaolan put his hand on the white belly. Zhao Yan's waist was so slender that it even sank when she lay flat. Would such a slender waist and abdomen be visible?
Yong Shaolan rubbed his belly, and Zhao Yan felt a little uncomfortable: "Good brother Lan, I won't play with my belly anymore. It makes me uncomfortable."
Yong Shaolan didn't respond. It was then that Zhao Yan noticed that, for some reason, Yong Shaolan had started playing with the peaches again. Perhaps because he'd been cooking so hard, the peaches had become juiced, revealing their tender flesh. They looked both pitiful and adorable, and incredibly delicious.
But he didn't notice at all.
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Yong Shaolan went to get some hot water and ointment, took a clean towel and wiped Zhao Yan's whole body with hot water. Zhao Yan lay there with peace of mind. Yong Shaolan asked him to stretch his hands and he stretched out his hands and feet, enjoying the service that Yong Shaolan brought him and the supreme throne.
The bed had been made, and Zhao Yan, his upper body wiped clean, huddled under the covers. His dark hair resembled thick seaweed, and he himself was a white clam shell surrounded by seaweed, his exposed skin like pearls. In fact, he was now much more precious than pearls.
He is actually the emperor of Dayan.
Then Yong Shaolan should be his queen.
Zhao Yan blinked her sparkling eyes, looked at Yong Shaolan, and said sincerely, "Brother Lan, I want you to be my queen."
"When we get back, shall we get married?"
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