Zhao Mian suddenly froze.
He knew this pair of eyes, and he knew the two teardrop moles under them even more. Many beauties have a beauty mole at the corner of their eyes, but he has two identical ones, one in the middle of the left and right eyes. It was so special, so special that once you see it, you will never forget it.
Precisely because of his outstanding appearance, Prince Beiyuan has to disguise himself whenever he does not want to reveal his identity.
These two moles under the eyes would not appear on Li Er's face. Li Er's skin color is not so fair, and his facial features are not so bold and handsome. The aggression he shows when he is angry is like a knife, sharp and cold.
The young man standing in the water in front of him was simply an enlarged version of the little prince of Beiyuan six years ago.
So, it was the eighteen-year-old Wei Zhenfeng? The little prince of Beiyuan didn't grow crooked, nor did he get tanned
After reuniting with Wei Zhenfeng, Zhao Mian had also wondered what the little Prince of Beiyuan would look like if he continued to grow up as a twelve-year-old.
Today he had the answer.
It was a better answer than he had imagined.
Zhao Mian opened his eyes wide, his mind in a mess, and he even forgot that he was in a life-and-death situation.
He was stunned and asked: "Wei Zhenfeng?"
This was also the first time he called his name.
The boy's expression showed no sign of relaxation. He stood in the hot spring, the water just reaching his chest, his long hair half submerged in the water, half floating on the surface, his clothes clinging to his body. He didn't have the muscular body of a soldier, nor was he thin and skinny like a scholar indoors, but he was just the right amount of thin. He was obviously very tall, but his body always told others that he was only eighteen years old.
Wei Zhenfeng didn't lie to him. His skin color was not as white as his, but it was definitely not "dark skin". A young man who had been traveling outside for many years and had fought on the battlefield, there was not a single flaw on his face.
How did Wei Zhenfeng do it? Didn’t he carry with him a potion to dissolve his disguise
No matter how confused and uneasy Zhao Mian was, the answer was still obvious to him.
—It is the spring water for hot spring medicinal bath.
Zhao Mian suddenly remembered what Wei Zhenfeng had said to him during the day. He said he had made some new discoveries. So that's it.
It turned out that Wei Zhenfeng had already discovered that hot spring medicinal baths could undo disguises.
Why didn't he tell him if he had discovered it long ago? If he knew that Wei Zhenfeng's disguise could be solved, how could things have developed to this point? !
If Wei Zhenfeng had always been walking with him with his own face, why would he have to worry about this? !
asshole.
brute!
Zhao Mian, who had just accepted the possibility of his death, suddenly felt a surge of nameless anger. Just as he was about to question her, he suddenly felt a slight pain in his chest, as if he had been bitten by an insect.
Zhao Mian wanted to take a break, but the pain quickly intensified. In just a few breaths, it was like being bitten by insects. Zhao Mian frowned, grabbed his chest with both hands, and with a "hmm" sound, a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
A touch of bright red spread across the water, dyeing the bright moon in the sky red.
The full moon is in the sky, the fifteenth day has arrived.
The male and female Gu have been dormant for a long time and are finally about to break out.
Zhao Mian was in so much pain that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He raised his head and looked at Wei Zhenfeng. The boy was as pale as he was, with blood at the corners of his mouth, which made the two teardrop moles look even more bloodthirsty and strange.
Although he was suffering from the same bone-eating and heart-wrenching pain, Wei Zhenfeng did not act too embarrassed. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced at it casually. His movements were extremely skillful, as if he had done it thousands of times.
Wei Zhenfeng has the antidote, Wei Zhenfeng will not die, he is the only one who will die.
It hurt so much that he could hardly stand. It was ten times more painful than the last time in the reed marsh. The scene in front of him was so painful that it doubled, and the outline of the boy gradually became blurred.
Blood continued to flow out of Zhao Mian's mouth. He instinctively called out the boy's name: "Wei... Zhenfeng..."
Why didn't Wei Zhenfeng take the antidote? Was he trying to humiliate himself, letting him die in agony with a slim hope
How, how can it be so bad...
Finally, Wei Zhenfeng took action. In front of Zhao Mian, he took out the antidote that Zhao Mian had been longing for and held it in his palm.
Zhao Mian felt as if he was stabbed. His pure white clothes were stained with blood, which mixed with the warm spring water and formed an inappropriate painting like ink splashes and mist.
This is Zhao Mian’s favorite, high-profile and noble color.
Wei Zhenfeng looked at him and remembered His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was more dazzling than the sunset in the reed marsh that day.
The young man, who was so stunningly beautiful in the world, was rapidly withering before his eyes, bright and pale, like a peony abandoned in the vast snow, trying hard to bloom its last glory.
They should ignore him. If someone has murderous intentions towards him, staying here will only cause endless trouble. Emperor Yuan wants to sweep across the Three Kingdoms and unify the world. Even if Nan Jing is their ally now, there may be a day when they will turn against each other in the future.
There was no need for him to show mercy to the crown prince of Nanjing.
He who kills others will be killed. He has countless reasons to ignore Zhao Mian.
However…
Six years ago, he followed the Beiyuan delegation to visit Nanjing. He stayed in Nanjing Shangjing for half a month. Apart from the apology forced by his father and mother, he did not have much contact with the always dignified and eloquent Crown Prince of Nanjing. On the contrary, he got along better with the Crown Prince's younger brother.
On the day of leaving the city, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was ordered to go to the city wall to see him off. His bright yellow dragon robe rustled in the wind and was dazzling in the sun.
His Royal Highness, whose every move moved everyone's heart, stood in front of him, with only him in his eyes: "May everything go smoothly for you, and may all your wishes come true. From now on, we will see each other soaring to the sky*."
Even though he knew that he was just following orders and speaking polite words between host and guest, he still couldn't help but smile. He didn't use those so-called elegant words to thank His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Even though the ministers accompanying him kept winking at him to remind him to pay attention to the state etiquette, he still said in his own words: "Thank you, Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince."
He had thought that they might be considered friends.
Wei Zhenfeng's eyes darkened and he suddenly exerted force on his hands. The antidote turned into powder in his palm and dissipated in the wind.
Zhao Mian's eyes widened in disbelief: "You... are you crazy?"
"Don't drag me along if you want to die." Wei Zhenfeng ordered him coldly, "Come here."
Zhao Mian stood there in a daze, as if he had been cast into a spell of immobilization, and had lost control of his legs. He could not move, nor could he speak. He could only watch the young man walk towards him step by step, creating waves.
When the two were only one step away, Wei Zhenfeng suddenly pressed forward.
"Look carefully," Wei Zhenfeng turned his face towards him and forced him to look at him, "Now, can I have sex with you?" Zhao Mian tried hard to focus his vision on the young man who was so close to him. He had a straight nose and close brows. He looked down at him and would not tolerate any resistance. There was not a trace of respect or courtesy towards him.
He opened his lips, wanting to ask Wei Zhenfeng what his attitude was, telling him not to think he could be disrespectful to him just because he was good-looking.
He wanted him to go away.
But his mind was so confused that he couldn't utter a word.
In his field of vision, the two captivating teardrop moles were getting closer and closer to him, to an unbelievable degree.
He leaned against the stone wall of the hot spring. Wei Zhenfeng lowered his head, his long eyelashes swept across his nose, and the blood-stained corners of his mouth blocked his lips.
The world suddenly became silent. The sound of wind, water, and the burning bonfire all disappeared. Between heaven and earth, only the sound of his and Wei Zhenfeng's heartbeats remained.
The smell of blood gradually spread between his lips and teeth. Zhao Mian kept his eyes open. He saw Wei Zhenfeng closed his eyes just before touching his lips.
The expression on Wei Zhenfeng's face was still indifferent, but at this moment, there was a hint of youthfulness between his brows.
Why is this happening? Zhao Mian wondered blankly.
Why didn't Wei Zhenfeng take the antidote himself? Why did he kiss him
Wei Zhenfeng... is he saving him
This kiss, which was not really a kiss, ended very quickly. Wei Zhenfeng straightened up and looked into Zhao Mian's wide-open eyes. His expression became subtle and complicated, with a hint of puzzlement, as if he himself could not figure out what he had just experienced.
He wanted to stop and think, but the poison didn't allow him to do so.
Another wave of severe pain came, the poison in the bodies of the two seemed to have smelled each other's scent, and a superficial touch could not satisfy them. They tortured the host madly, clamoring for more.
Zhao Mian's voice trembled with pain, and his hands pressed against Wei Zhenfeng's chest clenched tightly unconsciously: "It hurts..."
He even doubted how he and Wei Zhenfeng could accomplish this task while enduring such severe pain.
Anyway, he can't do it. Can Wei Zhenfeng do it
Wei Zhenfeng quickly gave him the answer.
The boy lowered his head again and kissed him.
Pearls and jade were flying, mist was thick, and it was a complete chaos without any order.
Wei Zhenfeng said that it was unlikely that he was lying, he definitely wasn't lying.
Zhao Mian felt Wei Zhenfeng grab his shoulders and force him to turn his back to him. He faced the pool wall and could no longer see the boy's face. He could only see the bonfire he had built by himself beside the hot spring pool, which was like a flame of torn red cloth swaying in the quiet night.
It was unknown when the pain from the attacks of the male and female poisons slowly disappeared, and was replaced by another kind of indescribable pain. Zhao Mian had read poetry and books for more than a decade, but he could not find a sentence, even a word to describe his current feelings.
Zhao Mian thought he would pass out, he even hoped he would. But the male and female Gu forced him to stay awake, awake enough for him to clearly feel everything that was happening.
He could only bite his lips tightly, for he was afraid that he would expose his weakness as soon as he opened his mouth.
He would never allow himself to beg for mercy from Wei Zhenfeng or show any sign of weakness.
But Wei Zhenfeng refused to let him go.
"Don't you want to kill me, Your Highness?" Wei Zhenfeng was behind him, sneering in his ear. His voice was no longer the clear and fresh voice of a young boy, but the deep voice sounded more like that of an adult man. "Look at yourself now, what can you use to kill me?"
Although the boy's words were still mocking him, they were no longer as completely cold as before. Zhao Mian even heard a hint of excitement in his tone.
I don’t know why, but it seemed that from the moment they started to remove the poison, Wei Zhenfeng’s anger was mostly extinguished.
Zhao Mian tried his best to maintain his pride. Even when he was being tortured in the arms of others, he still gave orders with an air of authority, "Shut up and focus... on your work."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled: "Tell me what I am doing now."
Zhao Mian closed his eyes tightly and refused to say a word. He was now in a desperate situation, and it was not wise to yell at Wei Zhenfeng. He had to conserve his energy, and later, he would make Wei Zhenfeng regret his rudeness for the rest of his life.
"Why, you don't dare to look? I remember there is a mirror in your room. Can I take you to see it?"
Zhao Mian almost bit his teeth to pieces: "... You dare?"
After several confrontations in recent days, Wei Zhenfeng knew exactly how to kill the Crown Prince. His cold words hit Zhao Mian's sore spot directly: "I think I dare."
Zhao Mian suddenly panicked, he also felt that Wei Zhenfeng was brave enough.
Wei Zhenfeng felt the person in his arms suddenly stiffen. While wondering if he had pushed the person too hard, he picked up Zhao Mian in a vicious way and pretended to go ashore.
The huge fear swept away Zhao Mian's last stubbornness. He grabbed Wei Zhenfeng's arm tightly and spoke his true feelings regardless of everything: "Wait! Wei Zhenfeng, I... I don't really want to kill you." There was a grievance in his voice that he himself didn't realize, and he spoke intermittently, "I don't want you to die in my hands, I want, I want to live with you at the same time... Wei Zhenfeng, I don't want to kill you."
Wei Zhenfeng's side slowly quieted down, and the water surface gradually returned to calm.
The surrounding sounds returned, the sound of the wind, the sound of the burning bonfire. Zhao Mian got a short break and couldn't help but continue to accuse: "I didn't steal your antidote, nor did I push you away... I didn't lie to you."
"That sounds nice," Wei Zhenfeng sneered, "You can't push it away."
The boy's tone was no longer cold, and he seemed to have returned to his usual self. After seeing Wei Zhenfeng just now, Zhao Mian realized how approachable Wei Zhenfeng was: "I really can't push him away..."
Wei Zhenfeng asked him, "If I hadn't removed my disguise, would you have killed me?" The young man sneered, "After all, you are the Crown Prince who couldn't even eat when he saw an ugly man."
Zhao Mian hesitated for a moment, then gently shook his head in the boy's arms: "No, I won't kill you, even if you are dark-skinned."
Wei Zhenfeng raised an eyebrow and asked, "What about me who is white?"
Zhao Mian didn't know what Wei Zhenfeng meant, so he didn't answer his question for a while. Wei Zhenfeng used the same trick again: "Is the spring water very hot? I see you are sweating a lot. Let's go back to the house..."
Hiding in the hot spring, Zhao Mian was still able to pretend to be an ostrich and deceive himself. All this was just to get rid of the poison. If he saw himself like this, he would not be able to bear it. He definitely could not bear it.
"No, it's fine here." Zhao Mian was angry and hurt, and even more unwilling, tears almost overflowed from his eyes. But he was forced to do nothing, so he had to say: "You... are much taller than six years ago, very good, I don't dislike you, I see that you can eat..."
(End of this chapter)