Chapter 88 This is the last time...
Galloping all the way, straight to the palace.
Xiao Zhinian directly skipped those red tapes and took Shen Zhejiang back to Yanqing Palace. The palace was decorated, and the "囍" window paper was pasted on the outer room, the dragon and phoenix red candles were shining, and the jujube and peanut plates were quietly placed.
Xiao Zhinian stepped into the inner room, placed Shen Zhejiang on the mandarin duck wedding quilt, turned around and took two wine cups from the table, and put one of them into Shen Zhejiang's hand.
"I have already paid my respects to my parents three years ago, and we are still short of drinking a cup of wedding wine," Xiao Zhinian stared at Shen Zhejiang seriously, as if he wanted to carve his face into his heart, "Let's continue today."
After that, he took out a small bottle from his sleeve, filled Shen Zhejiang's cup, and poured himself another cup.
The clear color creates small ripples in the candlelight.
Shen Zhejiang suddenly felt something was wrong. It shouldn't be wine. There was no smell of wine at all. He asked, "What is this?"
Xiao Zhinian grabbed his wrist, twisted it around his elbow, and said, "I know you can't drink, so I added something else."
The rim of the cup touched Shen Zhejiang's lips, signaling him to drink it.
Shen Zhejiang didn't drink, but looked at him and asked, "What is this?"
"......" Xiao Zhinian sighed in his heart. Shen Zhejiang was always like this, insisting on knowing everything. He was silent for a while, and then he leaned over Shen Zhejiang's ear, exhaling hot air and slowly said, "Something that you and I can enjoy tonight."
"Varied......"
The word "me" along with the liquid in the cup flowed into Chen Zhejiang's throat and all went into his stomach. Because it was not wine, it was colorless and tasteless, so even if he was forced to drink it, he didn't feel uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Xiao Zhinian drank up his cup as well. He threw the two empty cups outside. There was a loud bang, like thunder out of nowhere.
Shen Zhejiang's pupils widened slightly, and he raised his hand to grab his throat, but Xiao Zhinian was faster than him and twisted his wrist behind his back.
"I asked Doctor Zhao to prepare a medicine for me. It's a bit strong. Just a small sip will keep you going until the morning, but it won't make your illness worse." Xiao Zhinian had practiced martial arts for a long time, and there was a thin layer of calluses on his fingertips. He stroked Shen Zhejiang's face from the corner of his eyes down, causing Shen Zhejiang to tremble. "I have trimmed my nails and prepared the medicine. Sir, please cooperate... It may be a little painful at the beginning, but it will get better and better later."
"I won't do this with you..."
Shen Zhejiang's hands were restrained, and such excessive and unbearable words provoked him to kick Xiao Zhinian.
However, Xiao Zhinian did not dodge or evade. He was kicked in the thigh and the pain that spread throughout his body made him smile with relief.
He felt that he might be crazy, as he actually enjoyed Shen Zhejiang's resistance to him.
"brute!"
The gradually spreading heat made Shen Zhejiang's eyes misty and his mind confused.
No... He knew clearly that it was not possible, and he shook his head, trying to drive away the wave that was about to overwhelm his sanity.
Xiao Zhinian, I am your uncle...
He seemed to be holding on to a life-saving straw in the ocean, and he recited to himself desperately, but the pain and joy intertwined and burned him, and finally a huge wave thousands of feet high rolled towards him.
He felt Xiao Zhinian leaning over him, and then they both fell onto the bed, the dark red satin swaying like falling flowers.
Shen Zhejiang finally couldn't stand the effects of the medicine, and he hugged Xiao Zhinian's thin and strong waist with both hands. In his drowsiness, he wanted to find something to relieve the fever.
Then he saw Xiao Zhinian's lips opening and closing, and without thinking twice, he took the initiative to move closer.
"I'm sorry..."
He heard Xiao Zhinian gasping in agony and mumbling such incomprehensible words.
Apologize? Why apologize?
Before he could think, Xiao Zhinian murmured again: "This is the last time..."
Love it or hate it.
It really is the last time.
Xiao Zhinian kissed Shen Zhejiang's thin lips, apparently so strong and greedy, but when it reached the deepest part it turned into tenderness, inexpressible love. Shen Zhejiang felt it and kissed him back, sometimes with rolling waves and sometimes with a long and steady stream.
A night of love.
When everything was about to end, Xiao Zhinian still refused to let Shen Zhejiang go, and simply hugged Shen Zhejiang and changed his position, letting him sit on him.
In this way, Xiao Zhinian could completely see the purple marks he left on Shen Zhejiang's skin, and see how tired and forgetful Shen Zhejiang was because of him.
"Hmm..."
Shen Zhejiang lowered his wet eyelashes and glanced at Xiao Zhinian. The traces of tears at the end of his eyes had not been wiped away yet, and they were full of spring light.
With just this one glance, Xiao Zhinian cursed inwardly, turned Shen Zhejiang over again, and pressed him between the quilts.
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It was two days later when Shen Zhejiang woke up. The red candles were still shining brightly, but there was no one around him, and there was no trace of Xiao Zhinian.
He propped himself up, feeling the pain all over his body. He covered his chest and coughed. Something cold touched his skin and he looked down.
He was wearing a dragon-patterned ring on his finger.
"......"
What's going on?
Isn't this Xiao Zhinian's thing? Why is he wearing it?
Just as Shen Zhejiang was about to take it off, he heard Liu Bao's questioning voice coming from outside the bed curtain: "Your Majesty, are you awake?"
......His Majesty?
Who is he calling?
Xiao Zhinian is not here.
The confusion in Shen Zhejiang's eyes made him sit on the bed for a long time, until Liu Bao carefully lifted the curtains, lowered his head and dared not look at Shen Zhejiang, and said again: "Your Majesty has slept for so many days, he should be hungry. There is hot porridge in the kitchen. Do you want me to serve you food?"
"Xiao..."
Shen Zhejiang's throat was not moisturized, so it was dry and hoarse, as if smoking, and he couldn't even speak. Liu Bao hurriedly brought hot water and served it to him.
After finally getting some relief, Shen Zhejiang pushed away the teacup, frowned slightly, and asked him, "Where did Xiao Zhinian go?"
Liu Bao hesitated and said, "In the north, the northern barbarians are fighting fiercely with our dynasty. I'm afraid he will never come back after leading the troops to fight."
Shen Zhejiang asked: "...What do you mean by never coming back?"
The North is such a dangerous place, with swords and knives that are merciless. One could lose one's life if one is not careful. Xiao Zhinian is staying well in the capital, why would he run so far?
Liu Bao remembered something important, ran to the side and searched in the cabinet, then returned to Chen Zhejiang, holding a roll of bright yellow silk cloth in both hands, and presented it to Chen Zhejiang: "This is the abdication edict, he..."
Because it was really bizarre, there had never been a case of a younger generation abdicating to an elder in the Yan Dynasty, and Liu Bao didn't know how to address Xiao Zhinian for a moment.
Shen Zhejiang seemed to have guessed it. Without waiting for Liu Bao to finish, he snatched it away and unfolded it to have a look.
This was an imperial edict that had been prepared long ago. Xiao Zhinian announced to all the civil and military officials in the court that Shen Zhejiang was the child of the Empress Dowager Jing, and even lowered his status to apply for the Northern Frontier.
"!!"
Xiao Zhinian actually knew everything!
When did he know about this?
Because of guilt, he refused to say anything, but deliberately postponed the date of the Imperial Observatory's investigation. Did he plan all this in advance?
Suddenly, Xiao Zhinian's gentle whisper in his ear rang in his mind. This was the last time... He understood.
Shen Zhejiang's knuckles turned white from pinching, and he couldn't help it for a moment, and threw the edict out.
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