Chapter 60: A Thousand Miles Away, He Can’t Believe...
What do you mean he can't believe it either? Zhao Yan had been quite happy to see Yong Shaolan, but after hearing what he said, his good mood was almost ruined. But he knew Brother Lan was doing this for his own good.
Zhao Yan frowned, staring at Yong Shaolan's handsome face for a while, then buried his face in his chest: "If I don't trust you, who should I trust? Okay, okay, I know what you mean. Isn't it just that you want me to be more sober at all times? I will."
Zhao Yan raised his eyes and said, "I'll hold you while I sleep."
"This damn winter is so cold."
This was their first winter together, and also Yong Shaolan's first winter with someone he'd known intimately. Developing an intimate relationship with a stranger, integrating him into his life and even his plans for the rest of his life, though it would cause unnecessary trouble, he relished being bothered by Zhao Yan.
Accidents that could happen at any time and life plans that were beyond his control were all put back on track one by one.
Conquer, control, fear, comfort.
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he lifted his quilt, and his fair and soft body came close to him, his arms around his waist, his bright and clear eyes looking at him lovingly.
Yong Shaolan pursed his lips and responded lightly, then he put his arms around Zhao Yan's waist, pressed him under him with his back facing away, and then covered their heads with the quilt.
Yong Shaolan pinched the boy's waist with his knuckles and pulled him down, but whispered softly to his ear: "Go to sleep, baby."
Soon, through the quilt, he remembered Zhao Yan's voice, which was not even a resistance: "Pervert, pervert, pervert!"
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The next day, before noon, Yong Shaolan was up first, dressed, and glanced at Zhao Yan, who was still soundly asleep. They had shared a single quilt last night, the inner blanket of which Zhao Yan had rolled up and held in his arms. Her tousled black hair draped over her fair shoulders, the brocade quilt pressed against her gently rising and falling chest.
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyes, put Zhao Yan's hand into the quilt, put up the bed curtain, and then walked out of the room.
Outside the door, Xiao Zhouzi had prepared hot water early in the morning. Seeing the movement inside, he bent down and lowered his head to present the hot water and a towel: "Your Highness, wash up."
As soon as Yong Shaolan left the inner hall, Xiao Zhouzi immediately understood that the prince didn't want to disturb His Majesty's rest. Xiao Zhouzi quickly brought the hot water to the outer hall and pushed it aside to wait for instructions.
Yong Shaolan washed his hands and asked, "Your Majesty, how are your meals and lodging these past few days?"
After the deposed emperor was captured by the Jinling army, the palace was in chaos. The young eunuchs who had been particularly cared for by the deposed emperor were all killed, and this group of young eunuchs who had served in the Purple Palace were released. As a result, the remnants of the Zhou family saw that the situation had no chance of improvement and killed innocent people indiscriminately. It was the prince's men who rescued this group of people.
Xiao Zhouzi had spent half his life in Taiji Palace. As eunuchs with no offspring to rely on, the most important thing was to be loyal to their masters. The throne of Dayan now belonged to the Seventh Prince... but the power lay with Prince Yong, the man who orchestrated it all.
The prince treats Your Majesty... No, it's Your Majesty treats Your Majesty very well. He is the best to you.
This shows the prince's scheming and political tactics.
Little Zhouzi knelt down cleverly, "Your Majesty has been eating and sleeping well these past few days. He's been thinking about making the prince the empress and has even asked about the deposed emperor. Besides that, Your Majesty has been reading, drinking tea, and doing Master Wen's homework."
Upon hearing this, Yong Shaolan's expression remained calm. He said lightly, "Take good care of His Majesty," and left.
After returning to his own place, Yong Shaolan summoned Wenquan to summon Sun Jianqing, an old minister favored by Emperor Yuanwu and the chief minister of the cabinet. Sun Jianqing had been demoted to his hometown in southern Fujian during Zhao Cheng's reign and was recalled only half a month ago.
Elder Sun, already in his seventies, had thought his career had reached its end, only to find a new beginning. He had served as an advisor to the late emperor during the turbulent times, and now that the throne of Dayan had returned to the Zhao family, he was genuinely delighted.
Naturally, he also has some respect for Yong Shaolan, the great contributor.
After meeting the man, Sun Ge Lao was so angry after hearing what Yong Shaolan said that he almost died on the spot: "How dare you, you brat! This is a crime of deceiving the emperor. You are trying to kill my entire clan!"
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Half a month later, Zhao Yan's coronation ceremony finally concluded successfully. The emperor's ascension to the throne was based on following the will of heaven, which essentially meant creating prophecies, like discovering a stone somewhere with the inscription that someone was destined by heaven to be emperor... But Zhao Yan was a child of the Unicorn, so there was no better prophecy, so his ascension went much more smoothly.
After the coronation ceremony, he had to reward meritorious officials and rebuild his political group. Of course, he didn't understand these things at the moment, and his uncle and Yong Shaolan helped him with them. After that, things were much easier. He just had to attend court on time, review memorials, and then - do what he wanted to do.
After lunch, Zhao Yan arrived at the Taiji Hall to work. His job was to handle state affairs! However, he wasn't yet capable enough to handle them on his own, so he sat at the desk, with Yong Shaolan sitting beside him. He handled the signatures for dismissals of minor officials, while Yong Shaolan handled other important matters, such as infrastructure construction, military pay allocations, and future national planning.
Zhao Yan's job was extremely boring. It was just to write the word "approved" with a red pen on a pile of memorials. However, he still wrote it very seriously and even read the memorials carefully. If some of the memorials were not suitable, he would not approve them for the time being and put them aside. He would wait for Yong Shaolan to finish his work, then take a look at them and decide whether to approve them.
By noon, Zhao Yan had finished all his work. He put down his brush, stretched his neck, and yawned loudly: "Finally! I'm finally leaving work."
Although it was just a simple stamping job, it took me almost three hours to process it and my butt was numb from sitting.
After energizing himself, Zhao Yan rose from his seat and began practicing Ba Duan Jin around the room. Yong Shaolan was still diligently studying a memorial at his desk. Zhao Yan glanced at the man. Although he felt he shouldn't disturb him, as a boyfriend, he still felt that Brother Lan deserved a break.
Zhao Yan walked behind Yong Shaolan, put his arm on his shoulders, and lay on him like a doll: "Brother Lan, take a break. It's almost noon."
"What are we having for lunch?"
"I'm fine with anything." Yong Shaolan put down the things in his hand, turned his head, looked at the young man on his shoulder, and put him on his legs. He kissed his soft lips and said, "What would you like to eat, Your Majesty?"
"That's not proper. Why are you calling me Your Majesty? It feels like we're playing a game of monarch and minister, with the little emperor being forced to love by a treacherous minister?" Zhao Yan stretched out his legs and wrapped them around Yong Shaolan's waist, hooking his shoulder and looking at him with a frown: "Hey, Brother Lan, what do you think of the matter I discussed with you last time? When can we have the wedding?"
Yong Shaolan held Zhao Yan's butt with one hand and picked him up. As he walked, he said coldly, "Your Majesty, have you forgotten that if it weren't for me, you would still be a prince exiled to the border."
Yong Shaolan placed Zhao Yan on the dragon throne in the Taiji Hall, pinched his chin, and forced him to look up: "You must learn to please me."
Because their relationship was kept secret for the time being, but they were always busy at work and kissed each other, so there was not a single palace maid or eunuch in the inner and outer halls of Taiji Hall.
Zhao Yan was speechless, but found it amusing, so he turned his head away and didn't look at Yong Shaolan. "Do you really have to humiliate me like this?"
Yong Shaolan pinched Zhao Yan's jaw and inserted two fingers into his mouth, violating his mouth. "How can you call it humiliation? This is clearly bliss."
"Your Majesty, hold it in your mouth."
It was clearly a humiliation, with the slender knuckles reaching the root of his tongue, but Zhao Yan took the initiative to cater to it, carefully licking Yong Shaolan's two fingers, saliva flowing down the corners of his mouth, but he still showed a painful look: "I hate you...ha..."
"You can get my body, but you can never get my heart!"
Yong Shaolan's two fingers were licked until they were sparkling, and his moist, warm mouth contracted actively, his technique clearly improving greatly. He frowned and pinched Zhao Yan's actively licking tongue with his fingers, "Baby, do you want to try something else?"
"..." Zhao Yan was still engrossed in his acting when he was wilted by the breathless cry of "baby". He spat out Yong Shaolan's finger and wiped it with the handkerchief: "You're crazy, you're out of it. I'm not going to play anymore. Let's go eat."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Zhao Yan stood up, but was picked up by someone lazily. He felt dizzy and when he regained his focus, Yong Shaolan was carrying him towards the inner hall! Zhao Yan couldn't help but shout, "Son of a bitch! Big pervert!" The guards outside the Taiji Hall heard him and shouted, "Your Majesty, are you okay?"
Zhao Yan buried her face in Yong Shaolan's chest in shame, "Oh my god, they won't find out what we're doing, right?"
"...It's okay, just keep your voice down," Yong Shaolan responded from outside, "Your Majesty is fine."
"It's all your fault, all your fault!" Zhao Yan punched the man, but was thrown onto the bed in the inner hall. Yong Shaolan pursed his lips, looked at him coldly, then tore off his waist belt and slipped into his clothes through the seam: "Baby, do you want to eat something else?"
Zhao Yan: “…”
As a man, and a man who understands each other's interests very well, Zhao Yan naturally knew what Yong Shaolan was talking about...but Yong Shaolan helped him eat it, so he had never tried it.
"I've never done that before," Zhao Yan kissed Yong Shaolan's lips, signaling him to stop. "Didn't you say it would hurt if your teeth touched it? I'm afraid it would hurt you."
Yong Shaolan carried him down from the bed and placed the pillow under his knees. "It's okay, let's try it today."
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Zhao Yan whimpered and spit out the contents in his mouth. Just as he was about to wipe his mouth clean with a handkerchief, Yong Shaolan lifted his jaw and gave him a deep kiss. He was so disgusted after the kiss that he almost vomited his breakfast: "Pervert, pervert, pervert, psychopath, psychopath, psychopath, are you disgusted? I didn't even vomit it all."
"It's not disgusting. I've eaten yours too." Yong Shaolan pulled out his numb and wrinkled fingers and wiped them in front of Zhao Yan's eyes, making the number "four" while wiping them.
Zhao Yan rolled his eyes: "..."
"You haven't answered the question I just asked you."
"When can we bring up this matter, about our marriage?"
Yong Shaolan put his finger back and said calmly, "Go ask Elder Sun this afternoon. He is the assistant minister left by your father. This matter requires his approval and that of the civil servants."
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