Chapter 31: Golden Stage "You kissed me secretly!"
The young eunuch returned to the Purple Palace from the palace in just half an hour.
At that time, Zhao Yan had already changed into a gauze sweatshirt, wearing knee-length shorts, and his hair was casually tied into a bun. He walked back and forth in the Zichen Hall.
When the young eunuch entered the room, he was shocked to see that his prince was dressed as if he was going to farm.
"Huh?" Zhao Yan stopped and looked at the young eunuch who came in, asking, "Where's the person?"
"Return to the palace... No, in response to Master Shen, the prince said he had to receive an important guest and couldn't come early. He asked you to prepare the people and wait for him in the Purple Palace."
Zhao Yan: "...Okay."
The tense mood immediately relaxed a little. "All of you go down. Do not enter without my permission. When Prince Yong arrives, let him in."
"yes."
…
In order to meet Yong Shaolan this afternoon, Zhao Yan canceled all his schedules, so he had nothing to do. He just waited in the room and fell asleep while waiting.
Before the hour of You, the setting sun shone into the Zichen Palace, shining on Zhao Yan who was sleeping on the small couch, covering him with a layer of golden light.
At this time, Zhao Yan woke up, rubbed his eyes, and sat up in a daze. It didn't matter that he sat down. As soon as he opened his eyes, Yong Shaolan, wearing a loose crane cloak and a black eye mask, was sitting upright on the chair opposite him, drinking tea.
Seeing that he had woken up, Yong Shaolan put down the cup he had taken a sip of and looked at him without saying a word, just like the calm surface of the sea amidst treacherous clouds.
The air seemed to freeze suddenly. Zhao Yan pursed his lips, looked at the silent Yong Shaolan, and coughed lightly to ease the awkward atmosphere between them: "...that."
Zhao Yan felt guilty and hesitated, "Brother Lan, why didn't you let them tell me you were coming?"
Yong Shaolan said nothing, stood up straight, put one hand behind his back, and pressed forward step by step.
Want to beat him up?
Zhao Yan straightened up, leaning his lower back against the armrest of the small couch, and looked up at the man: "Lan, Brother Lan, you... you, you, you, calm down!"
Zhao Yan raised his hands to protect his head, but his ankles were grabbed and he was suddenly pulled into a tight embrace.
A strong arm clamped Zhao Yan's face, and his slender knuckles lifted the collar of his shirt and rubbed the back of his white neck fiercely. His skin quickly turned red, and Zhao Yan trembled as if he couldn't bear it, his body tensed straight.
So sensitive.
"Mmm..." Zhao Yan grabbed Yong Shaolan's arm with one hand, his legs moving non-stop: "Mmm... Mmm, let go..."
Yong Shaolan easily restrained Zhao Yan's legs under his knees, held the back of his neck with one hand, and gently pressed his fingers against Zhao Yan's neck: "Don't move——"
"You're not good."
"It's punishable."
"..." Zhao Yan gave up struggling, but then Yong Shaolan's arm that was restraining his cheek loosened a little, giving him room to breathe, while his other hand was still touching his neck.
The pinch is very heavy.
"Didn't you take the medicine?" Yong Shaolan suddenly asked, "The smell is very strong."
Zhao Yan pushed Yong Shaolan's chest: "Hmm...?"
Then he remembered that his body fragrance could relieve Yong Shaolan's eye disease.
He lowered his head slightly and leaned forward towards Yong Shaolan. "Seventh Prince said that the poison in your body can be cured. He has already asked someone to make an antidote. If you feel uncomfortable, bite me twice to make up for it."
Acting very seriously.
"..." Yong Shaolan closed his eyes, rubbed his nose against Zhao Yan's skin, and then let him go: "No need, no one will die for now."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Are you angry?
Yong Shaolan stood back, still with one hand behind his back. Although he had a blindfold on his eyes, he gave Zhao Yan the feeling that he was being stared at again.
"Lan, Brother Lan, why aren't you talking?" Zhao Yan straightened his messed-up clothes and sat down obediently, a little afraid to look up at Yong Shaolan: "That..."
"Explain." Yong Shaolan returned to the chair opposite him and sat down: "You speak, I listen."
Zhao Yan: “…”
What did he say?
I can't say that I am the seventh prince. Because you guessed that you were poisoned, my father no longer trusts you and wants you to hand over your military power, otherwise I will kill you!
Zhao Yan began to make up a story: "The Seventh Prince has done me a favor, and I... cannot repay kindness with hatred. But the Seventh Prince also promised me that as long as you hand over the military power, he will let us get married. Although I don't know if the military power he mentioned is very important to Brother Lan."
Zhao Yan: "But Brother Lan, don't worry. As long as we get married, the Seventh Prince will definitely not let you down. Not only will he give you the antidote, but also... gold, silver, and treasures. You can have as much as you want!"
"Yes," Yong Shaolan said, "I want the antidote, and you, I want it too."
Zhao Yan: "So you really want to?!"
Zhao Yan was a little excited: "Don't worry, the Seventh Prince will definitely do it."
"I don't want to," Yong Shaolan said, "I can't give you the military power."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
"Why?"
Zhao Yan was a little surprised. He had clearly said that he could give it to the prince before. "Didn't you tell the Seventh Prince that you could give it to him? Or does Brother Lan not believe me?"
Zhao Yan: "They already know that you know you've been poisoned. Do you think His Majesty and the Seventh Prince will believe that you don't care about this?"
Yong Shaolan patiently explained, "If he loses his military power, how will the Seventh Prince protect himself if the Crown Prince reduces his power in the future? Will he let the armies of the two capitals fight each other?"
Yong Shaolan: "Listen to me, as long as you are here, I will not bite back at the Nangong family."
Zhao Yan was anxious: "I believe you, but how can you make His Majesty... and the Seventh Prince believe you?"
How could my father possibly believe it?
Zhao Yan: "Even if the future crown prince reduces his power, as long as the Seventh Prince stays away, everything will be fine. As long as the Seventh Prince is fine, I will be fine too. What are you afraid of?"
Yong Shaolan said solemnly, "This matter cannot be done."
Zhao Yan: “!”
What's the point of talking about that!
Seeing Zhao Yan remained silent, Yong Shaolan took the initiative to propose a solution: "First, keep it a secret from the Seventh Prince and tell him that I am willing to hand over the military power. Delay it as long as possible."
Zhao Yan: “…”
Hide it from father first?
But should he believe Yong Shaolan?
Can he believe it?
On one side is his loving father, and on the other side is his best friend...
"I'm really scared of you...!"
Zhao Yan was so angry that he wanted to beat him up. Who made him lie to him now? It would be better to just believe him for now. After all, Yong Shaolan didn't know that he was the Seventh Prince yet. He could tell his father when he could no longer hide it!
Anyway, as long as he protects him, Father will never be able to kill Brother Lan.
"But it will take at most a month," Zhao Yan pursed his lips. "Within this month, I will try to appease the Seventh Prince and get him to develop your antidote. Then..."
By the time Brother Lan's poison is cured, Father should be able to rest assured, right?
"Okay," Yong Shaolan cleared his throat and looked at Zhao Yan in front of him who was angry and couldn't do anything about him.
cute.
"Well, it's getting late. The Seventh Prince should be back soon. I can't stay here with you all the time." Zhao Yan had originally made an appointment with Zhao Chengge to meet up with him to look after his master, but ended up being monopolized by Yong Shaolan for the entire day!
He attached so much importance to this meeting, yet Yong Shaolan actually lied to him!
"Okay," Yong Shaolan stood up and called Zhao Yan, "Chen Yan."
"Hmm?" Zhao Yan was about to get up to see him off, but when he saw him stop and call out, "What's wrong? Brother Lan, is there anything else?"
Yong Shaolan: "Come back to my house with me tonight."
Zhao Yan: “?”
"Why would I go to your house?" Zhao Yan hesitated. "I have good food and accommodation here in Zichen Palace. Let's meet here during the day... Besides, I am His Highness's bargaining chip to check and balance you. His Highness will definitely not want me to leave Zichen Palace!"
Yong Shaolan: “…Really?”
He said seriously, "I'll talk to him later."
Zhao Yan: “…………Don’t!”
His mind raced: "The Seventh Prince is afraid that you will retaliate against him, so he doesn't dare to talk to you directly. If you go to him to talk about this, he will definitely not see you."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
He said calmly, "Then I'll have someone investigate his background. We'll always be able to catch something."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
I'm really scared of you!
Zhao Yan chose to compromise: "Don't investigate him! I've already told you that His Highness has done me a favor, can you please listen? I'm going to sleep at your place, right? Okay, okay, I'll tell His Highness that I'll definitely be there before midnight!"
Yong Shaolan nodded: "Okay."
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he pushed Yong Shaolan out and said, "Brother Lan, please go back quickly. I will go find His Highness now."
Yong Shaolan gently held Zhao Yan's hand, pinched his knuckles, and pulled him into his arms. "I'll wash up and wait for you tonight."
He said lightly: "Go and talk to His Majesty the Seventh Prince. I'm leaving now."
Zhao Yan: “…”
…
After finally sending the Plague God away, Zhao Yan returned exhausted to the inner hall, lay down on his large bed, and began to think about how he could convince his father...
So annoying, so annoying.
Yong Shaolan didn't listen to him, and his father didn't listen to him either!
No one will be intimidated by him!
Before midnight, Zhao Yan changed into a light-colored round-necked robe and rode in a carriage from the Purple Palace to the palace gate. The palace had been locked, and a pass was required to leave.
Zhao Yan asked Xiao Zhouzi to show the guard the pass. As soon as the palace gate opened, a gleaming carriage drove in. The guard, upon seeing it was the Crown Prince's carriage, immediately opened the door and asked, "Your Highness, are you still busy so late?"
The young eunuch in Zhao Cheng's carriage glanced at the people in the Purple Palace and said, "Yes, our Crown Prince is busy checking the accounts of the Ministry of Revenue last year. He is very busy."
Zhao Cheng?
Why is this guy everywhere?
Zhao Cheng is really dedicated. He just leaves work at this late hour.
Zhao Yan silently lowered the curtain and instructed the young eunuch to drive the carriage out of the palace gate. Fortunately, the two carriages passed each other and the other party did not notice him.
The carriage slowly drove out of the Taiji Hall.
…
Zhao Cheng lifted the carriage curtain and frowned as he watched the carriage gradually disappear behind him: "Is this Zhao Yan's carriage? Where did he go so late at night?"
The eunuch driving the carriage said, "Your Highness, you may not know this, but Qilin'er's body is different from that of a normal man. For a few days every month, he acts like a cat or dog in heat. I think your Highness is probably looking for a stranger."
"Really?" Zhao Cheng frowned imperceptibly.
So disgusting.
What is the difference between Qilin'er and those women in the harem who only know how to compete for favor?
If it weren't for the fact that some damn Qilin'er had given birth to several wise rulers, a man with such a physique would have been despised by the world and treated as a toy to entertain people.
Zhao Cheng boiled his throat and said, "Send someone to follow him and see what kind of man he went to find."
The young eunuch was a little surprised: "Ah? Your Highness cares about him..."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing the word "concern", Zhao Cheng angrily threw out an ancient book weighing half a pound: "Why would I worry about him?"
Zhao Cheng curled his lips and said, "I'm just afraid that he will bring shame to the royal family."
The young eunuch was so frightened that he slapped his mouth and said, "This slave deserves death. I will do it right away."
…
Zhao Yan's carriage successfully left the Taiji Palace and headed along the official road towards the Regent's Palace in Yujing City. The carriage creaked along for half an hour before the eunuch arrived at the back gate of Prince Yong's Palace.
"Your Highness," the eunuch said, lifting the curtain, "We've arrived. Please get off the carriage."
"Ah..." Zhao Yan fell asleep in the carriage. He yawned and got out. He found that the eunuch had parked the carriage at the back door. "Why don't you go out the front door?"
The young eunuch stammered, "Your Highness, we are here for a private meeting, there is no way we can go through the back door!"
Zhao Yan: “…………”
He tapped the young eunuch on the head and said, "Nonsense, I'm here to talk to Brother Lan about the past."
Fortunately, there was a servant at the back door of the palace. The young eunuch knocked on the door, and the servant behind the door opened it and let the young man's carriage in. "Sir, our prince is waiting for you in the inner courtyard. You can go there alone along this road."
"Okay," Zhao Yan gave the servant some silver and asked him to take his eunuch to rest.
…
Zhao Yan followed the servant's instructions and walked forward along a bamboo path. After walking for about ten minutes and passing several courtyards, he finally saw Yong Shaolan sitting in the pavilion waiting for him.
Yong Shaolan's regent position was a nominal one, his fiefdom was in Liaodong, and he rarely returned to the capital, so this courtyard was naturally not luxurious. However, it was surprisingly peaceful.
As if sensing his approach, Yong Shaolan, who had been sipping tea in the pavilion, stood up and walked towards him. The man, dressed in a plain crane cloak, held one hand behind his back, his steps steady yet with a subtle urgency.
Zhao Yan discovered it.
Little guy, you’re going to faint from missing me so much, right?
You're still so fierce during the day, what a pretentious guy!
"Brother Lan, I'm here!" Zhao Yan trotted over, holding up the hem of his clothes, and threw himself into Yong Shaolan's arms like a cat. He hung his legs tightly around his waist, hooked his neck, and looked at him with his head tilted: "Did you miss me?"
"..." Yong Shaolan smoothed his throat, raised his hand and supported the young man as he walked towards the pavilion: "Yes."
"Alright, alright, I'll walk by myself," Zhao Yan said, just wanting to express his longing for him. He didn't expect to be carried by a grown man, and Brother Lan's walk was very unsteady, bouncing back and forth, making him uncomfortable. "It's so late, and you're still here drinking tea?"
Zhao Yan got off the man and sat down where he was sitting. Suddenly, he saw a few letters in front of him. "Hey, what are these?"
Yong Shaolan walked over to the boy and sat down opposite him: "Open it and take a look."
Zhao Yan opened the letter and began to read it word by word: "On July 22, the 48th year of Yuanwu, the Emperor and Empress held a banquet in the Imperial Garden. During the banquet, they discussed the matter of deposing the Empress—"
"Deposed empress? Oh my god!" Zhao Yan looked at the record in disbelief: "July 22nd, isn't that it?"
Wasn’t that the day when his father and mother invited him to dinner?
Zhao Yan frowned and looked at Yong Shaolan in front of him: "Didn't that happen on the day when the Seventh Prince went to the Imperial Garden to have dinner with His Majesty and the Queen? How can there be a story about the Queen being deposed? Is that true?"
Yong Shaolan poured a cup of tea for the young man: "Don't worry, I'll tell you--"
Zhao Yan was confused after hearing the explanation: "So, if Your Majesty wants the Crown Prince to ascend the throne, he must appoint Consort Shu as his legitimate wife in order to ensure the Crown Prince's ascension to the throne legitimately?"
Yong Shaolan: "Yeah,"
Zhao Yan: "Your Majesty is quite thoughtful."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he felt Yong Shaolan narrow his eyes and glanced at him as if he were a fool, which made Zhao Yan feel a little uncomfortable: "What's wrong? I'm telling you! Although you don't know how you found out all this, this is the decision of His Majesty and the Queen Mother. Don't interfere too much!"
Zhao Yan: "Once I get the antidote, we can talk to His Majesty and get married peacefully."
Yong Shaolan was blunt: "Your Majesty is old and stupid. How can you have the best of both worlds in the fight for the crown prince?"
Yong Shaolan: "Are you stupid too?"
"..." Zhao Yan twisted her hands and looked at the man with a cold face: "What do you mean?"
"It's meaningless," Yong Shaolan said calmly, "Go back and persuade the Seventh Prince to kill the Crown Prince, and all your worries will be solved. This is my advice."
"Six," Zhao Yan said, a little unhappy. He really hated Yong Shaolan's inhumane attitude. "Stop talking about this. I don't want to hear it. His Highness the Seventh Prince won't kill His Highness the Crown Prince either. I'm warning you, you're not allowed to touch the Crown Prince either, understand?"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
His eyes darkened, as if he had really thought about it for a while, before he said, "Okay."
"Then wait until the Seventh Prince falls, and I will elope with you."
Zhao Yan: “…………”
"Let's not talk about this anymore. I don't want to hear it." Zhao Yan crumpled up the letter and tilted his head to look at Yong Shaolan. "I'm sleepy. I'm going back to sleep. I have to go back to serve the Seventh Prince early tomorrow morning."
"Yes," Yong Shaolan nodded and stood up: "I've taken a shower. The hot water is ready. You go and take a shower."
Zhao Yan yawned: "Okay, okay..."
It was hot and humid in the summer, so Zhao Yan followed the servant from the palace to take a shower. When he returned to Yong Shaolan's bedroom, the man had taken off all his clothes except for his snow-white pajamas. He was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, resting.
Zhao Yan dried his hair and climbed onto the bed. As soon as he lifted the quilt, Yong Shaolan opened his eyes and grabbed his ankle.
"Huh?" Zhao Yan stuck his butt out and struggled left and right. Unable to get free, he sat down on Yong Shaolan's thighs and raised his feet to deliberately push into his chest: "What are you doing?"
"It's okay," Yong Shaolan pinched Zhao Yan's delicate skin and gently sniffed the faint body fragrance. The intense pain in his head like a hammer hitting him gradually dissipated, and his almost blind vision also became much clearer.
Zhao Yan was frightened when he saw Yong Shaolan's pupils suddenly distorted.
The light in the room was dim, probably not because of a lack of candlelight, but rather because Yong Shaolan was afraid of the light. The man's feathers drooped slightly, and the golden pupils in his narrow eye sockets seemed to be stimulated by something, constantly colliding, splitting, and then remerging. Fine beads of sweat hung on the knotted veins on his forehead, and low gasps continued to escape from his throat.
Zhao Yan's scalp tingled as he watched: "Brother Lan? Are your eyes...fighting?"
Yong Shaolan closed his eyes, frowned, endured for a moment, and let out a long sigh: "Hmm..."
Zhao Yan pulled back his feet, crawled to the man, lifted his hair, and put his neck close to Yong Shaolan's lips: "Lan, Brother Lan, please take a deep breath to calm your nerves."
Yong Shaolan: “…”
"What's wrong?" His slender knuckles stopped at Zhao Yan's neck and pinched it lightly twice. "Are you worried about me?"
"Ah, right, right, right," Zhao Yan felt guilty. What kind of setting did the author of this pornographic novel make? It's not ABO. "Hurry up and take a deep breath and see if it will relieve it."
Zhao Yan lowered his head, his hands on either side of Yong Shaolan's legs, waiting for him to suck him. For a long time, only two fingers were pinching his neck. Zhao Yan couldn't stand it anymore, so he looked up at Yong Shaolan, and happened to meet his eyes.
The pupils fused together and became no different from normal eyeballs.
Zhao Yan muttered, "Okay, okay?"
"Well," Yong Shaolan pulled back his fingers and lifted his arm with one hand: "Lie back down."
At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Prince, the milk is ready."
Zhao Yan rolled back to the inside of the bed, while Yong Shaolan got out of bed to open the door. When he came back, he was holding a bowl of something white. "Milk helps you sleep. Eat it and go to bed early."
"Oh." Zhao Yan crawled over, picked up the small bowl and sat on the edge of the bed: "Brother Lan, you are so good to me."
Zhao Yan held the small bowl in both hands and gulped down the hot milk. Yong Shaolan took the small bowl back and his eyes fell on the corner of Zhao Yan's lips where the milk was hanging. After a moment's pause, he said lightly, "Go to sleep. I'll take the bowl out."
"Good!" Zhao Yan always slept well. Seeing Yong Shaolan leave, he rolled back to lie down and soon began to breathe slowly. An incense stick later, Yong Shaolan walked back to the inner hall, glanced at the young man who had fallen asleep on the couch, and called him, "Zhao Yan."
The only response he got was Zhao Yan's shallow breathing.
Yong Shaolan knelt on one knee on the couch, pinched his pointed chin, and wiped off some milk stains with his fingertips.
Zhao Yan had a nightmare, dreaming of his junior year of high school, starving and underfed. He was utterly starving after a day of classes, only to find the food he wanted in the cafeteria was sold out. He was furious, only to find Yong Shaolan, dressed in a suit, appeared.
Soon the cafeteria was cleared out, and the domineering boss's butler spread a white tablecloth for him and placed exquisite dishes on it.
The boss said to him expressionlessly: "Eat."
"Hehehe," Zhao Yan rubbed his hands excitedly, "Then I won't be polite!"
As a result, his eyes were big and his stomach was small, so he couldn't eat after taking one bite.
Zhao Yan touched his belly and waved to the man opposite him who was watching him eat: "Eat, I can't eat anymore, Brother Lan."
"Well," the man didn't force him any further: "Then don't eat it. Try it next time."
The candlelight fell on the dim bed curtains, and mist rose between breaths.
Yong Shaolan wiped the boy's chin with a handkerchief, then dug two knuckles in and dug the thing out. Zhao Yan frowned a little uncomfortably, then suddenly turned over and slapped him in the chest, mumbling, "It's a bit too much... um..."
Zhao Yan clicked his tongue: "Pah, this meal is bad! Pah, pah, pah,"
Yong Shaolan: “…”
Throwing the handkerchief off the bed, he leaned over, pinching the boy's jaw and kissing his tightly pursed lips. His tongue, like a nimble snake's tongue, spread the salty, fishy taste evenly. The boy quickly adapted, twitching and sucking on him, whimpering and unable to speak.
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
Zhao Yan was eating a sausage in his dream when he was suddenly bitten on the mouth and kissed non-stop. The tongue seemed to deliberately lick his throat, sucking and sucking, making him almost suffocate.
“Mmm…” Zhao Yan fluttered, but his hands were quickly pinned down. Yong Shaolan pinched his jaw and deepened the kiss, sucking on his tongue until it was numb before he stopped: “Pfft, pfft, pfft!”
As soon as Zhao Yan was released, he jumped up from the bed and rubbed his mouth vigorously: "You...!"
He glared fiercely at the panting Yong Shaolan and accused him, "You kissed me secretly!"
"Well," Yong Shaolan said without hesitation, "I was planning to do something else."
Zhao Yan: “……!”
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The author has something to say: Babies, take a look at my pre-collection (starry eyes)
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The silly little beauty became the crown prince of a country. In order to realize the dream of the prime minister to unify the six kingdoms, he had to get up at four o'clock and go to bed at ten o'clock every day, studying both literature and martial arts!
The little beauty persisted for a while, but felt that she would die sooner or later if she continued like this.
So he got a packet of medicine, which was said to be enough to poison the Prime Minister if he took the medicine and slept with him!
As a result, not only was the Prime Minister fined, his pants were even taken off.
The Prime Minister played with her from inside to outside.
The little fool finally understood that when the Prime Minister said sleeping, he meant taking off his pants and sticking his butt out!!!
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The wife's face turned red, and she was pressed down on the bed and fucked by her bad fiancé for an hour.
The wife thought that being a trendy guy was too painful.
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