Chapter 7 SOS in Luoyunjian!
Zhao Yan pushed the door open with a small backpack on his back. As expected, Yong Shaolan was busy in front of the side room. Seeing him enter, the man washed his hands and came over to take the backpack off his back: "Brother Shen, you have a good harvest this time."
Zhao Yan moved his hands and feet, tilting his head and smiling happily: "Yeah, Brother Danniu even praised me!"
"Well, wash your hands and eat quickly," Yong Shaolan took the boy's backpack and poured the herbs inside onto the winnowing basket to dry.
After washing his hands, Zhao Yan went to the main room and moved out the table for the two of them to eat.
The countryside at night is quiet and peaceful, with a cool breeze and a bright moon hanging high in the sky. Eating in the yard is a special experience: "Brother Lan, let's eat in the yard. I'll serve the food."
"Okay," Yong Shaolan packed up the herbs and helped Zhao Yan to carry the bowls. The two of them finished their work quickly.
On a medium-sized square table, there was a dish of green vegetables, two bowls of glutinous rice porridge, and two pot cakes. Although they were not as good as the braised pork and duck in Jinling, Zhao Yan felt that they were better than any delicious dishes he had ever eaten!
The young man bit into a pot cake and cheerfully recounted his interesting experiences on the mountain today, as cheerful as a little bird. "Brother Lan, you don't know this. When Brother Daniu told me he found you, you had a lot of knife wounds on your body. The first thing I thought of was a bad guy, because both of you have the word 'Lan' in your name."
Zhao Yan shook his head: "As a result, among the three people leading us, one is called Zilan and the other is called Zilan, which is outrageous."
Yong Shaolan paused while eating, "Really?"
The Shen family is also a famous and prominent family in Jinling. Several generations of their ancestors served as fifth-rank scholars and officials in the previous dynasty. Although this generation of the Shen family is far away from Yujing, the center of power, the number of their retainers and guests cannot be underestimated.
Could it be that the “big bad guy” the boy was talking about was... him?
Yong Shaolan picked out the pork belly from the greens and put it into the boy's bowl. He asked indifferently, "Who is the bad guy Brother Shen is talking about?"
"Well, even if I tell you, you may not recognize him," he said, recalling the introduction of Yong Shaolan in the original book.
[The man was born into a family of military commanders, three generations in the military. His father was a founding hero who served under Emperor Yuanwu, but his father and brother both died fighting on the frontier. He was a descendant of a loyal and righteous man, but unexpectedly, he did not inherit his father and brother's loyalty. He served as regent for several years, wielding military power, oppressing the people, killing prisoners of war, and pursuing fame and fortune at all costs.]
Of course, in the pornographic novels, these are all one-sided introductions of Yong Shaolan. Not to mention the fact that he locked the little emperor in the deep palace in the end, during the years that Zhao Yan was recuperating in Nanjing, he heard about no less than ten cases of Yong Shaolan's vengeful, bloodthirsty and cruel deeds!
For example, killing prisoners of war in pits. Yong Shaolan controlled the most sophisticated Liaodong Army in Dayan and was almost invincible. A few years ago, he fought against Goryeo on the border. After the great victory, he slaughtered all 200,000 Goryeo prisoners of war. How can his cruelty be summarized by one word?
Thinking of this, Zhao Yan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. He shrank his neck and said, "Whenever I think of him, I feel uncomfortable all over. I'd better not talk about it."
Yong Shaolan pressed his lips into a line: "Yes, Regent Yong Shaolan?"
"Huh?" Zhao Yan looked at the man in front of him in surprise: "Brother Lan, do you know him?"
Yong Shaolan said calmly, "I've heard a thing or two."
"No more, no more. It's unlucky to mention him."
Zhao Yan finished his porridge, put down his bowl, and couldn't wait to see the herbs he had picked: "By the way, Brother Lan, guess what medicine I found today?"
unlucky?
Yong Shaolan's eyes darkened, he lost his appetite, put down his chopsticks and let out a breath.
At this time, the young man ran over with a dustpan in his arms: "Look!"
Half-blind Yong Shaolan: "..."
"Hey, look at me, you stupid guy," Zhao Yan said. "There are some very precious medicinal herbs here for treating eye diseases. Each one sells for fifty taels of silver. I was incredibly lucky today and found three at once!"
Zhao Yan looked like he was begging for praise: "How is it? Am I awesome?"
"Yes." Yong Shaolan flicked his sleeves and touched the herbs in the winnowing basket. "You can ask Da Niu to take them to the pharmacy in town someday. That way you will have money to buy a horse and find your family."
"There's no rush for this," Zhao Yan said, sitting down, taking out the three herbs and placing them separately.
Brother Lan is right. With these three herbs, he can exchange them for a horse to go to Beijing. But Daniu also said that this medicine is very rare. If he buys it with his own money, it will cost at least one hundred taels of silver. Brother Lan takes such good care of him, he should repay him well!
Zhao Yan pursed his lips and said, "Daniu told me that this medicine might be able to heal your eyes. Tomorrow I will take it to Daniu and make an ointment to apply to your eyes. Maybe soon you will be able to see again, Brother Lan."
"Hmm?" Yong Shaolan was a little surprised: "Brother Shen, I'm afraid I will never be able to repay your kindness."
Zhao Yan rubbed his flushed face: "Oh, Brother Lan, don't say that, I feel embarrassed!"
Yong Shaolan smiled and said, "You must be tired. Take a rest. I'll boil some medicine for you and boil some water to clean you up."
…
Zhao Yan was indeed extremely tired. He had been walking in the mountains for a whole day and had several blisters on his feet. After Yong Shaolan said this, he suddenly felt weak and went back to his room to lie down for a while, and ended up falling asleep.
When he woke up again, it was already an hour later. Yong Shaolan came in with hot water, "Brother Chen, the hot water is ready, wipe yourself."
Zhao Yan got up from the bed in a daze, "Okay."
Yong Shaolan put the hot water on and went out to get the boy's dried clothes. However, when he came back, Zhao Yan had already taken off all his clothes.
The young man untied his hairband, and his long hair fell over his shoulders, covering half of his white back. His slender waist was slightly plump, and his legs were long and straight. He was facing away from him, slightly bent over, trying to get clothes from the bamboo bed.
Yong Shaolan's gaze paused for a moment, then he turned and walked out the door, his back to the bamboo curtain: "Brother Chen, I've brought your clothes, please take them."
“!!!”
Forgot to close the door!
sos!
Zhao Yan grasped his vitals, but felt he couldn't cover it up, so he held his face. After a few dances, he grabbed his pajamas and put them on, then went to the door to get his clothes: "Um, sorry, Brother Lan, I forgot to close the door."
Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat, raised his head, and took a long breath, saying, "No, no problem."
Zhao Yan didn't like people watching him take a bath. Since he could remember, he had to clear out all the eunuchs in the palace every time he took a bath. In his entire life, he had been seen naked only a few times.
Especially, Brother Lan is a homosexual, so what he did is considered sexual harassment, right?
“…………”
Zhao Yan hurriedly wiped his body, changed into his clean clothes, and took the wooden basin out. When he walked into the yard, he found a simple curtain on the bamboo pole under the tree. The sound of water splashing came from inside, as if Brother Lan was also taking a bath.
Zhao Yan walked over and poured out the bath water. He saw a pair of strong wrists holding a wooden spoon and drawing water from the cold bucket. "Hey, Brother Lan, why are you washing with cold water?"
Yong Shaolan inside paused his movements upon hearing this, and the irritability that he had suppressed suddenly rushed up even more violently.
The man cleared his throat and his voice was a little breathless: "...Brother Shen, there is still hot water in the pot, go soak your feet."
Zhao Yan was not a fool, he could tell that the man was trying to chase him away.
Zhao Yan stood up from the ground, poured some water, and walked slowly towards the kitchen... At this moment, his mind suddenly lit up!
He was squatting at someone's feet just now, didn't he look like a Peeping Tom???
…
Zhao Yan obeyed obediently and fetched some water to go back to the room to soak his feet. When Yong Shaolan came back after taking a cold shower, the boy was looking listless with his head down and rubbing his hands, wondering what was bothering him.
He walked over, brought in the boiled medicine, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhao Yan didn't look up, thinking about how to explain to the man, "I..."
After saying that, he raised his head and looked at the man in plain clothes in front of him: "...Brother Lan, your eyes are normal, okay?"
Yong Shaolan usually wore a black band across his eyes, so Zhao Yan thought his eyes were damaged or deformed. But the man in front of him must have just washed up. His long hair was draped over his shoulders, and there were still some water droplets on his face. His eyes were also uncovered, a pair of deep, narrow eyes...
——Double pupils.
Zhao Yan saw clearly that there were two pupils, one large and one small, in the man's eyes.
Yong Shaolan knew that the boy had seen it, so he squatted down and began to massage the boy's feet in the water: "Brother Shen, will you think it's ugly?"
Zhao Yan was stunned. It took him a long time to come to his senses. At this time, his feet were already held in the man's palms, and he was rubbing them gently: "Hmm..."
Yong Shaolan didn't ask the boy if his eyes were ugly. "There are a lot of acupuncture points on my feet. Press them and apply some medicine later. The pain won't go away tomorrow."
Zhao Yan bit her lip, feeling the gentle movement, and her body slowly relaxed. She looked into the man's somewhat enchanting eyes again: "... Not ugly, even quite good-looking?"
What Zhao Yan said was from his heart. In his life, Brother Lan was the most handsome man he had ever seen. Being blind was just a slight flaw in his perfect appearance. Now seeing that rare pair of double pupils, he felt that it was somewhat inconsistent with his noble and cold appearance.
Like a demon monk?
Yong Shaolan raised the corner of his mouth, held the boy's feet with his palms, and gently kneaded and rubbed the white toes, "Hmm? Beautiful? Brother Shen Yan is good at making people happy."
After that, he added, "If my eyes don't get better, I'm afraid I won't even be able to find a husband of my dreams in the future."
"Only you don't mind."
Zhao Yan: “………Hey, don’t be so pessimistic… Um…”
Before Zhao Yan could finish his words, the soft flesh on the soles of his feet was suddenly tickled. The strange tingling sensation quickly attacked his brain along his toes, causing him to gasp uncontrollably.
Yong Shaolan looked at the boy's reaction with satisfaction, and slid his throat: "Why, Brother Shen Yan, is it comfortable to be pressed here?"
Zhao Yan refused to admit it: "No... um... um..."
Yong Shaolan gripped the young man's ankle tightly and said, "Brother Shen, you have a reaction."
Words.
So sensitive.
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