Chapter 476 Exclusive Possession
The lake in winter is not as lively as in summer. It is covered with gray-blue ice and cold white snow everywhere, blending with the azure sky in the distance. Only a few clumps of withered yellow reeds are dotted in the depths of the lake, making it look particularly desolate and cold.
Yan Shijiu lay on his back on the boat like a big hairy dumpling, looking at the sky without saying a word.
Yun Chen is not afraid of the cold, so he wears light clothes.
She used the oar to knock the ice to clear a path, and rowed the boat with a grunt. Soon, her forehead was covered with sweat. She stopped to rest from time to time, took out a bowl of crispy mountain ice cream with milk and rose jam from the storage compartment, ate a few bites, rowed a few times, ate a few more bites, and rowed again.
Her thin clothes, the winter wind and the icy food made Yan Shijiu feel cold.
He wrapped the blanket tightly around himself, his voice hoarse and nasal, with a strong chill:
"Yun Chen, sing a song."
Yun Chen swallowed a big mouthful of the crispy mountain soup and shuddered. Then he put down the bowl, picked up the paddle, rubbed his numb mouth, and began to sing with his tongue spread out:
"The grass is fluffy, the sheep are bleating, the clouds are rolling..."
The cheerful nursery rhyme echoed over the cold lake, as gentle as a warm breeze, enough to break any biting chill.
Yan Shijiu knew that this was a song used to put children to sleep, but he had never heard such a warm song before.
"My third brother is sick."
Yun Chen was singing when Yan Shijiu suddenly said this in a low voice.
She was stunned for a moment, thinking that although she didn't know who Yan Shijiu's third brother was, based on Yan Shijiu's dream talk, she knew it must be related to his scarred childhood.
When a friend wants to talk, you must listen carefully! Who cares about his brother? Just curse him first!
Yun Chen nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, you're right. Your third brother is ill, and seriously ill. Let's find a chance to beat him up!"
Yan Shijiu naturally heard her ignorant agreement and laughed dumbly. Then the smile slowly disappeared. With red eyes, he looked towards the distant Dongyan and continued:
"My father had many sons. My third brother and I share the same mother, born to my mother. My mother has a very good temper, gentle and dignified, and is extremely kind and loving...
However, because my third brother was sick, with an incurable disease since birth, my mother stayed by his side day and night, caring for him and comforting him... She poured all her thoughts and concerns into my third brother, caring about him all the time...
So, she forgot my existence, forgot that I was also her son, and that I was also a child longing for his mother's embrace... Even my father, for a long time, couldn't even remember my name, and would only frown and call me 'that guy, Nineteen? Is it Nineteen? '"
Yun Chen understood what Yan Shijiu meant.
When she was a child, she saw a mare in the Yun Mansion give birth to rare twins, one was strong and lively, and the other was weak and sickly, dying.
The mare always brings the softest grass to the weaker one, gently touches it to comfort it, and stays close to it every night.
The strong pony could only stand aside and watch from a distance, his eyes filled with melancholy and loss.
But the strong pony is very sensible. How could he bear to compete with his weaker compatriots for his mother's love?
It can only grieve alone, feeling the loneliness of being ignored day after day, and becoming thinner and thinner.
In the end, to the great surprise of everyone, including the stable boy, the sick little horse finally survived and became lively and healthy under the careful care of the mare.
The once strong horse died quietly one night.
The groom at the mansion said that the dog was not sick, but died anyway.
Hearing Yan Shijiu's words and seeing the loneliness, sadness and unwillingness in his eyes that he had never seen before, Yun Chen immediately thought of the dead pony.
When the pony died, its eyes were still open, and it seemed like this was the look in its eyes.
Yun Chen couldn't help but have a picture in his mind:
Little Yan Shijiu stood timidly at the door, watching from afar as his mother gave all her love and attention to his brother, holding him, caressing him, singing nursery rhymes for him, and coaxing him to sleep.
Little Yan Shijiu had nothing but tear marks on his face and a piece of golden, dry and broken "A Ling" tightly grasped in his hand.
"Oh..." Yun Chen couldn't help but sigh softly, looking at Yan Shijiu with heartache, not knowing how to comfort him.
Yan Shijiu forced a smile and said:
"That's okay. At least my brother treats me very well. Every time I get into big trouble, he always stands in front of me. For his sake and out of concern for his health, my father often lets me go. My brother replaces my father and mother, giving me all his love."
Even the medicine that killed my father was prepared for me by my brother with tears in his eyes. He helped me kill my father and brother and seize power and usurp the throne.
Yan Shijiu did not say the last sentence.
Yun Chen finally understood that what he had just said, "Third Brother is sick," was really sick, not an insult. He felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to smooth things over. He touched his nose and said something else:
"Is your third brother better now? Is he still sick?"
Yan Shijiu's eyelashes drooped slightly, and a hint of sinisterness flashed across his pale, sickly face.
"Alright. The so-called incurable disease finally found an antidote, and it's starting to heal. Yun Chen, on what basis? When he was sick, he could take for granted everyone's love, but now that he's recovered, he's coveting the few things I like? He clearly knows how obsessed I am, yet he still wants to snatch them from me."
When saying the last sentence, Yan Shijiu stared straight at Yun Chen, which inexplicably made her feel humble and timid.
She didn't know how to reconcile this conflict between brothers. After thinking for a long time, she finally said:
"How about that thing you both like, you each take half? You get 'one, three, five' and he gets 'two, four, six'. That should be fair."
"Haha..." Yan Shijiu laughed out loud, and looked at Yun Chen with a somewhat teasing and amusing look, as if he was laughing at her stupidity, and also felt that the proposal was absurd.
"I don't want to share, I just want to have it all to myself, Yun Chen."
Yan Shijiu said this at last and gently closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was resting or falling asleep.
Yun Chen didn't understand, shrugged, continued rowing, and continued singing:
"The grass is fluffy, the sheep are bleating, the clouds are rolling..."
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As the old saying goes, illness comes like a mountain falling, and goes away like a thread being pulled.
Especially for someone like Yan Shijiu who rarely gets sick, once he falls ill, it will take at least ten days or half a month to recover.
Although the fever gradually subsided, the patient was weak and powerless, drowsy all day long, and rarely awake.
During this period, Wan Chen and several servants took care of Yan Shijiu's defecation and urination, while Yun Chen took care of the rest of his eating and drinking.
As long as Yan Shijiu stayed on the couch in the dormitory, Yun Chen slept on the floor next to him.
He often heard in his dreams the sound of Yun Chen flipping through picture books boredly, the "hey ha" sound of him practicing boxing and sword skills on the snow in the yard, and the "swish swish" sound of him bathing the wolf-slaying colt and the cloud-swallowing beast.
It was like someone was playing a never-ending sleep-inducing feast in his ears, and he didn't want to think at all.
Be it the secret reports on Dongyan state affairs quietly delivered by the secret guards, or the imperial gifts and concerns sent by Nanlijun through palace servants time and again, he was too lazy to think about all the conspiracies and plans. He just lay quietly on the couch, listening to everything about Yun Chen and her.
He felt more relaxed and at ease than ever before, and suddenly felt that such days were pretty good.
Maybe it's what people often say?
Called...the years are peaceful?
These four words have almost never appeared in his world, but now that he truly experiences them, they seem particularly fresh and interesting.
He secretly warned himself in his heart: Be rational, don't be addicted, you still have a lot of things to do, do them quickly!
Then I saw Yun Chen coming back from sword practice in the yard, sweating profusely. He picked up the pot without any image and drank from it. After gulping for a while, he sighed comfortably, put down the pot, and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeves. His movements were as cute as a kitten washing its face.
He couldn't help but think: Let me lie down for two more days, spend more time with Yun Chen. Or maybe I'll get sick every once in a while.
It's easy to get rid of a cold. Just take a hot shower, take off your clothes and go swimming in the lake.
He was thinking about these things in his mind and fell asleep in a daze, then was awakened by a strong smell of sheep.
He opened his eyes and saw that it was already noon.
Yun Chen was sitting cross-legged not far from the bed, eating the mutton pot on the small table with relish. The spiciness was so intense that his nose was running and he kept sniffing.
The pot was burning hot, and the charcoal fire under the copper pot was red and emitting sparks, boiling the mutton soup to a boiling point. Just looking at it made people feel warm and happy.
The heat drifted in waves, as if it had eyes, and all fell on Yan Shijiu's face.
He was awakened by the foul smell, sneezed violently, and broke out in a cold sweat. Suddenly, he felt much more refreshed.
He smiled and looked at Yun Chen who was concentrating on eating:
"Is mutton really that delicious? Isn't it smelly?"
Yun Chen was so spicy that he was smacking his nose. He wiped his nose and said, "This is northern lamb, not smelly. Can I get you a bowl of soup?"
After saying that, she quickly served a bowl of mutton soup. Afraid that Yan Shijiu would feel greasy, she sprinkled some coriander on it.
Of course, she didn't know that coriander was also one of Yan Shijiu's most hated foods.
Yan Shijiu slowly got up from the bed, stepped on the ground to test the water, and felt that the wound on the sole of his foot caused by the broken porcelain was almost healed. Then he slowly walked to Yun Chen and sat down. He held the hot bowl in both hands, blew on the coriander on it, and took a small bite.
Seeing Yun Chen looking at him expectantly, the area around his little mouth was red from the spiciness, which looked particularly cute.
He couldn't help laughing:
"It tastes good. But what's wrong with your mouth? Who did you have an affair with during the time my husband was sick? Who kissed you and made your lips swollen?"
"You bitch are alive again, right?" She rolled her eyes and continued eating, not forgetting to scold him:
"I see that as soon as you stop having a fever, you start getting horny and your skin itches again."
He chuckled twice, moved closer to her, and nudged her with his shoulder. "Let me try the lamb chop in your bowl. Use your chopsticks to pick it up and feed it to me."
"Fuck..." Yun Chen rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the lamb chops with his bare hands and was about to stuff them into someone's throat, but he saw a servant suddenly jogging over. He obviously didn't expect Yan Shijiu to wake up.
The servant looked a little frightened, and after a moment's hesitation, he said respectfully:
"Sir, there's a man called 'Lu Liang' outside. He wants to see you urgently... Madam."
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