Chapter 61: A Thousand Miles "Your Majesty has nothing to repay me with, Sheng...
After lunch, Zhao Yan summoned the newly appointed Prime Minister, Sun Jianqing, to the Purple Palace. This Mr. Sun had been the one who had gone to Guanyang to fetch him back to Yujing. In his seventies or eighties, he remained remarkably healthy and regularly went to the Taiji Palace to handle government affairs.
By the time Sun Jianqing arrived at the Purple Palace, it was past dinner time. Zhao Yan, hearing that he hadn't eaten, had Xiao Zhouzi bring him a bowl of eight-treasure porridge. Sun Jianqing was so moved that she burst into tears, finishing the bowl of sweet, mushy porridge while shedding tears.
Zhao Yan sat upright in front of the desk outside the Purple Palace, holding an ancient book in his hand. However, only from his own perspective could he tell that it was a pornographic book. But so what? Except for himself, others would only be deceived by his serious and calm appearance.
This is what an emperor should look like.
In fact, it was Brother Lan who repeatedly taught me that to be an emperor, one must have at least some dignity.
After finishing his meal, Lord Sun shakily moved to Zhao Yan's side. He bowed respectfully before slowly rising and asking, "Your Majesty, why did you summon me here so late?"
After saying this, Lord Sun looked at the dark circles under the emperor's eyes and couldn't help but feel distressed again. "Your Majesty, you are still young and strong. State affairs cannot be handled in a day. The light is poor at night. You should rest more."
"Well, I... I'm fine. The affairs of the court have not been too heavy these days, and Prince Yong is with me, who can help me deal with a lot of troublesome things." Zhao Yan put down the Spring Palace in his hand and pressed it under a pile of books. He raised his eyes to glance at Sun Jianqing, thinking about how to ask him what he wanted to ask.
After all, Brother Lan is still his uncle in appearance.
If he brought it up, wouldn't that be incest? How would he be any different from those historical figures who loved to steal other people's wives or favored their daughters-in-law? A hundred years from now, wouldn't he be known as someone who took advantage of the emperor's uncle?
Zhao Yan pondered for a moment and found a tactful way: "I have just ascended the throne, and my foundation is not stable. Moreover, since the founding of Dayan, there has been no precedent of a Qilin child ascending the throne. Lord Sun, do you think I should prioritize internal peace or external defense?"
Who doesn't understand the principle of pacifying the country before resisting foreign aggression? Besides, how could the foreign forces surrounding Dayan be so easily eliminated? The foundation of the country lies in the emperor and the royal heir. Even if Zhao Yan didn't take the initiative to ask about the harem today, I'm sure these old ministers would tell him sooner or later.
But what Zhao Yan didn't know was that as soon as he said this, Sun Jianqing immediately understood what he meant. Cold sweat dripped down the back of the octogenarian minister, and his face turned ashen.
Zhao Yan only felt that the Lord Sun in front of him was a little surprised about his topic, but he didn't know why.
After a long while, Sun Jianqing finally recovered and sighed, "Your Majesty, before you can resist foreign aggression, you must first stabilize the country. There have been many internal conflicts in Yan recently. I, this old minister, think that we should first..."
The words were on the tip of his tongue, but Lord Sun couldn't say them. On one side was the naked threat from Prince Yong and the forces behind him, and on the other side was the vast mountains and rivers of Dayan that the late emperor had worked so hard to conquer.
After a while, Sun Jianqing slowly said, "We should quell the civil unrest first. Once the civil unrest subsides, it won't be too late for Your Majesty to make future plans."
Zhao Yan frowned, "..."
Zhao Yan was a little discouraged after receiving the answer he didn't want to hear, but he didn't want to beat around the bush with Grandpa Sun. "But I think there's no conflict between handling the civil unrest and my family affairs at the same time."
"I would like to establish a queen first. What do you think, Lord Sun?"
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Over at the Purple Palace, just as Grand Master Sun had left, an eunuch arrived at Prince Yong's residence. Wen Quan, having heard the news, had originally planned to go into the palace to teach the emperor a lesson, but then he realized the matter was too important. Since Xuanji, the only person left with the prince in the palace, was the loudmouth, she was unreliable, so he turned back and went to the study.
Yong Shaolan was in charge of the maps of Liaodong and Goguryeo.
Wen Quan entered the hall and bowed, "Your Highness, the Purple Palace just sent a report saying that His Majesty has consulted with Elder Sun about the matter of appointing a queen."
"Hmm." Yong Shaolan turned his back, his face not serious, as if he was thinking about this question.
Wen Quan probably knew that the prince didn't want to be trapped in the harem for the time being, so he asked again: "Then, does the prince have any other instructions?"
"Forget it, I have my own way." Yong Shaolan raised his hand, "Go ahead and bring some of the stewed food I made."
Wenquan: “Yes.”
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Zhao Yan was still there, but Elder Sun was already overwhelmed. Fortunately, Wen Quan arrived in time and Elder Sun was able to escape. Zhao Yan hadn't achieved his goal, and he hadn't even mentioned Brother Lan, so he was a little absent-minded. Before midnight, Wen Quan collected the textbooks and prepared to leave: "Your Majesty, it's getting late, I will withdraw first."
"Well," Zhao Yan was also tired, and waved his hand to signal Xiao Zhouzi to send Wen Quan away: "Then you can leave first. Remember to go back and tell Brother Lan to come and see me another day, ahem, come and see me."
Wen Quan agreed, and after returning to the palace, he told Yong Shaolan exactly what Zhao Yan said.
At three quarters past midnight, Yong Shaolan visited the Zichen Palace at night. By then, Zhao Yan had already washed up and gone to bed. Just as he was about to blow out the candle, he saw Yong Shaolan suddenly walk in, without even disturbing Xiao Zhouzi outside.
"Oh my god, I thought I was seeing things. Why are you here again so late?" Zhao Yan hurriedly got off the bed and pulled Yong Shaolan with him, "Come in, come in! It won't be good if we're discovered."
In the afternoon, Zhao Yan tried to test Old Man Sun by telling him about the empress. But Old Man Sun was like someone had been stepped on and had a paronychia. He hadn't even mentioned wanting to make Brother Lan the empress, but Old Man Sun started saying that incest must never happen. Tears streamed down his face, and he even said that if military matters weren't dealt with first, the court would be in chaos. Zhao Yan didn't dare to speak anymore.
Zhao Yan pulled Yong Shaolan onto the bed, eagerly jumped into Yong Shaolan's arms, sat on his lap, hooked his arms around his neck and kissed him a few times: "I found a good erotica this afternoon. Shall we pick one to try tonight?"
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened, and he lifted Zhao Yan's butt and slapped him: "What did you do this afternoon?"
"What else can I do? I'm studying the rules for men to have sex with each other. I want to make sure I don't suffer any more." After saying that, Zhao Yan hooked his foot around Yong Shaolan's belt and gently pulled it open. "The book is next to my pillow. Come and try it."
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In reality, Zhao Yan was a giant in thought but a dwarf in action. He kicked Yong Shaolan halfway through the fight and even scratched him on the back, leaving red marks all over. Although there was some substantial contact in the end, it was only two or three minutes long, and not only did neither of them feel satisfied, but both ended up injured.
Yong Shaolan applied medicine to Zhao Yan, who was lying on his stomach with his bare bottom, and asked, "Did you eat the stewed food that Wenquan brought you this afternoon?"
Zhao Yan was still whimpering, thinking that his butt must have been torn, otherwise it wouldn't be so painful: "No... no, I was full when it was delivered to me... Oh, let's not talk about this. My butt hurts so much, it's all because you're so, so big, it's really hurting me."
In reality, Zhao Yan was too impatient and forced himself to move forward. Yong Shaolan was also uncomfortable with his grip, and even after using a whole bottle of ointment, it couldn't relieve the pain. Whether their relationship was happy or not was no longer important. What mattered was that Zhao Yan accepted him without reservation.
"Sorry." After applying the medicine, Yong Shaolan turned the man over, kissed him on the lips, and pressed the boy's white belly with his palm down.
"What are you sorry for? Are you sorry that you're so gifted? I think you'd be secretly happy." Zhao Yan pulled up his pants, kicked off Yong Shaolan's hand on his belly, and began to worry about his marriage again: "I remember that Zhao Cheng's queen was Zhou, the daughter of his mother's sister. Why are their requirements so high for me? Let's not even talk about virtue—"
Zhao Yan thought about what Sun Jianqing said, and felt that the person he had chosen for her, who was suitable to be the queen, seemed to be chosen according to the criteria that Brother Lan did not have, such as a clean background, preferably without any foundation, and a gentle and elegant temperament. Moreover, Old Man Sun also said that the candidates who could not be the queen seemed to be based on what Brother Lan said, such as those who held military power, had a strong personality, were not related to her relatives, and were too old.
Zhao Yan thought about it and felt a chill on his back. He turned around and looked at Yong Shaolan: "Brother Lan, tell me, has Lord Sun discovered that our relationship is not simple?"
Yong Shaolan lifted the hem of Zhao Yan's clothes, stroked the boy's slender waist along the seam of the clothes, and suddenly said, "Your Majesty has nothing to repay me with. Can you give me a child?"
Zhao Yan: “……?”
Aren't they discussing marriage right now? Why are they suddenly talking about children?
Good, what a great BL story about having children???
"Why are you bringing this up all of a sudden?" If it weren't for Yong Shaolan's words, Zhao Yan would have forgotten that he had the ability to have children. However, since he was a straight man, he was happy that he could accept having sex with men, so he naturally had no intention of having children. "I'm only nineteen, I don't want to have children."
“…”
Yong Shaolan was silent for a moment. "After the marriage, the officials in the court will naturally urge the birth of a prince. What are you going to do then?"
Zhao Yan had a puzzled look on his face.
Yong Shaolan lowered his eyelashes and said, "If you don't want to have a child, you can put the marriage on hold for the time being."
Zhao Yan: “……?”
"Yes! Oh my god, why didn't I think of it! It's you, Brother Lan. After getting married, you have to urge me to have children..."
Zhao Yan thought about the questions Yong Shaolan had raised to him, without noticing that Yong Shaolan seemed to no longer be in a hurry to get married to him.
"But I'm sorry to inconvenience Brother Lan. You can't be my queen for the time being."
Zhao Yan felt quite guilty about this matter. After all, he had promised Brother Lan a long time ago.
Zhao Yan babble a lot of heartfelt words. Yong Shaolan listened and lowered his eyes. A hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but in the end he replied calmly: "I'm fine."
After a long time, Zhao Yan sighed: "...ah"
"I know you won't blame me," Zhao Yan moved to Yong Shaolan's side, resting his head on his thigh, his eyes full of sincerity: "But I don't want to wrong you--"
"I said it's okay." Before Zhao Yan finished speaking, Yong Shaolan interrupted him: "The court is busy with affairs. If you feel bored, you can deal with the deposed emperor first."
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