The courtyard where Huo Kangsheng was imprisoned was just opposite Zhao Mian's residence. In the dead of night, if one listened attentively, one could detect some larger movements.
Although Huo Kangsheng was imprisoned, he knew that neither the Nanjing people nor the Wei dogs would kill him before they got the clues of the Xixia treasure from him. Since he had fallen into the enemy's trap, he had to play his role to the maximum.
Huo Kangsheng endured the pain, held on to the wall, and moved to the window with difficulty. He opened a gap and looked across.
This is really gratifying to see.
He first saw Wei Gou knocking on Xiao Jue's door. Not long after he entered the room, the sound of fighting was heard from the room.
The candlelight perfectly cast the shadows of the two people in the house on the window. One of them attacked repeatedly with a sword, while the other dodged and retreated, and at the same time found the right opportunity to snatch the sword from the other's hand, then held the sword in one hand and the other hand... put his arm around the other's waist and pulled him into his arms
Huo Kangsheng was a little shocked, but he quickly found an explanation.
No, it must be a problem of angle. Wei Gou should have punched the Nanjing man hard in the stomach.
In short, Wei Gou really fought with the envoy from Nanjing, and the battle was very fierce. It was worth his painstaking efforts to turn the tables.
Huo Kangsheng was very relieved. He wanted to look at it a little longer, but unfortunately the candle in the room suddenly went out, and the two figures on the window disappeared as well.
Huo Kangsheng waited patiently for a moment, but there was no other movement.
Could it be that Wei Gou wanted to kill and silence the witness? If so, the feud between Beiyuan and Nanjing was complete.
Huo Kangsheng returned to the bed and lay down, closing his eyes contentedly.
His plan to sow discord finally worked. Very good, very good.
What Huo Kangsheng didn't know was that half an hour later, the lights in Zhao Mian's room came on again.
The sudden light made Zhao Mian extremely uncomfortable. He squinted his eyes instinctively and wanted to cover his eyes with the back of his hand, but someone grabbed his wrist.
Zhao Mian sat on Wei Zhenfeng's lap and complained unhappily: "It's so bright... What do you want to do?"
Wei Zhenfeng said: "I want to see you."
The candlelight was not actually very bright, and could only illuminate a small area where the two people overlapped. Zhao Mian bathed in the candlelight, his eyes were unfocused, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks and nose were red, and there was a little moisture in the corners of his eyes from tears.
Wei Zhenfeng's breathing quickened.
"That's enough, Wei Zhenfeng." It's hard to tell whether Zhao Mian's voice is in pain or joy, but even at this moment, his words are still commanding and threatening, "Don't make it any louder."
Wei Zhenfeng: “.”
Zhao Mian said arrogantly: "I asked you to be quieter, don't you understand?"
Wei Zhenfeng raised his hand and lifted Zhao Mian's long hair that was scattered on his chest and put it behind him: "Or, you should stop talking."
When Zhao Mian woke up again, his vision finally stopped shaking. For a moment, he was actually a little... not used to it
Zhao Mian closed his eyes again, and after feeling again and again, he was sure that he could not feel anything in his body, and murmured to himself: "Finally, is it over?"
After saying that, Zhao Mian heard a muffled laugh.
"Yes, yes," Wei Zhenfeng's voice was unusually lazy because he didn't get enough sleep, "It's over."
Zhao Mian looked towards the bed following the sound.
The well-dressed young man raised his hand and greeted him: "Good morning, Your Highness."
Zhao Mian looked at Wei Zhenfeng's neat clothes and high ponytail, and asked in a low voice: "You went out?"
"Well, I went to find you something to eat."
Only then did Zhao Mian notice that the table was filled with food, including freshly cooked rice porridge and various exquisite steamed dishes, which were his usual breakfast meals.
Wei Zhenfeng sat at the table and poured rice porridge into his bowl: "Would you like some?"
Zhao Mian lifted the quilt and looked under himself: "Did you help me clean it?"
"Of course." Wei Zhenfeng said seriously, "I, Wei Zhenfeng, will never fall in the same place twice."
Zhao Mian could indeed feel that his body was tired, but he didn't feel sticky at all, and felt quite refreshed. He nodded with satisfaction: "You have indeed made a lot of progress."
The boy who was praised smiled and said, "I told you I've learned it, but you still don't believe me."
Zhao Mian looked at him: "But why don't you carry me to dinner?"
Wei Zhenfeng was slightly startled: "Do I still need to carry you to eat?"
This is not written in "Feng Yue Tan".
"My waist is sore, and I don't want to move for the time being." Zhao Mian paused, "Don't you want to hug me?"
"Of course not, I'm just worried that you won't agree." Wei Zhenfeng's explanation was filled with panic that he himself didn't even notice. "With your temper, if I hug you all the time, wouldn't you think it would undermine your dignity as a prince?"
Zhao Mian lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before admitting with great difficulty: "Actually, I really like being hugged."
Now that the most shameful truth has been told, the rest will not be so difficult to tell.
"I liked it when I was little. I liked being hugged by my father and the prime minister. When I was a little older, I also liked to hug my brother." Zhao Mian said slowly, "Later, when I grew up and understood etiquette, I rarely had close contact with them."
The last time he was hugged by his family was when Zhao Mian left home. His brother held him tightly and refused to let go, asking him to go home early. He looked disgusted, but he liked it in his heart.
"Maybe it's my nature?" Zhao Mian guessed, "I don't mind getting closer to my relatives and friends, but unfortunately..."
He had grown up and could no longer act like a spoiled child to his father, nor could he cling to the prime minister who was busy with government affairs. When facing Zhou Huairang and Bai Yu, he could not bring himself to call them "Xiaorang" or "sister".
Before Zhao Mian finished speaking, his body suddenly lightened and he was picked up by Wei Zhenfeng. Zhao Mian was caught off guard and subconsciously hugged the boy's neck.
"You should have told me earlier." Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "If you had told me earlier that you liked to be hugged, I would have let you take one more step and I would have considered it my loss."
Zhao Mian chuckled, a rare laugh without any sarcasm: "If I told you this early in the morning, you would definitely laugh at me."
Wei Zhenfeng wanted to say that he wouldn't, but after thinking about it carefully, if he had discovered the double-faced side of the Crown Prince of Nanjing when they first met, he would have laughed. But now... he didn't want to laugh, he just wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for meeting such a great treasure.
He carried the Crown Prince to the table, put him on a chair, and covered him with a fox fur coat. "Then why are you willing to tell me now?"
Zhao Mian had thought about this question before, and he quickly gave an answer: "Because it has been exposed in front of you, isn't it? Since you like to hear the truth, why not tell you a few truths. I am always tired of being a crown prince, and it is not too much to take a day off occasionally." Zhao Mian was silent, and said with determination: "Wei Zhenfeng, every time we go to bed from now on, let's try to tell each other the truth."
"Okay." Wei Zhenfeng looked at him with bright eyes. "You know, Zhao Mian, when you told me this, for a moment, I actually had the illusion that I could do anything for you. It's terrible."
Zhao Mian was not stupid enough to believe the lies of a man who had just had sex. He glanced at Wei Zhenfeng and said lightly, "Really? Then give me all your Xixia treasures."
Wei Zhenfeng guessed that Zhao Mian would say this, and said with a smile: "That's why I said it was an 'illusion'. You are cute, but Beiyuan is also important."
Zhao Mian nodded: "I understand."
He admired Wei Zhenfeng for his youthful talent and handsome appearance, but in the face of Nan Jing's interests, this admiration was not enough to make him make concessions.
The two were speechless for a moment, and then smiled at each other tacitly.
Wei Zhenfeng urged, "Eat first, fill your stomach and then talk about business."
"Let's talk in the study?"
"Or should we talk on the bed?" Wei Zhenfeng pointed at the snow falling outside the window. "It's very cold outside."
After consuming too much last night, both of them were quite hungry. After eating and drinking, the two teenagers returned to bed and sat under the same quilt... to talk business.
"In order to avoid us quarreling over the Xixia treasure in the future, which would cause a rift between Nanjing and Beiyuan, I suggest that we make things clear now." Wei Zhenfeng said bluntly, "After we find the Xixia treasure, I will give you 80% of it, how about that?"
Wei Zhenfeng thought he was very generous. They were the ones who destroyed Xixia. As Huo Kangsheng said, the whole country of Beiyuan paid a huge price for this. Countless soldiers died on the battlefield. The national treasury was empty for many years due to years of war, and the people had to pay more taxes to make up for it.
All the things of Xixia should belong to them. He was willing to give 20% to Nan Jing, firstly because Nan Jing had provided them with food, fodder and weapons when they attacked Xixia, and secondly because it was thanks to Zhao Mian and Nan Jing that these clues were found, and there was no personal feeling involved.
Without waiting for Zhao Mian to answer, he emphasized: "I only did it once this time, so don't bring up the number of times."
Zhao Mian thought to himself, this time it took the same amount of time as the two times last month, is there any difference
"What are you thinking about, Your Highness?" Speaking of business, His Royal Highness's old habit came back, leaning on the young prince's shoulder and still domineering, "How can such a big thing be confused with bed matters? I want 50%."
Wei Zhenfeng laughed: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is really asking for too much. Fifty percent, you're so lucky to say that."
"Your Highness, please consider it yourself." Zhao Mian said calmly, "But I want to remind you that even if you find a way to find out the location of the treasure from Huo Kangsheng, you may not be able to get in without the 'key' that Xiao Rang is studying."
Wei Zhenfeng became even angrier.
"It's no use telling me." He said calmly, "I can't make the decision on such a big matter."
Wei Zhenfeng could not make decisions on his own, but he could do whatever he wanted without reporting to his father, the Prime Minister. After all, the Prime Minister said that he could do whatever he wanted outside.
This once again proves who is the child that is spoiled by their parents.
"In that case, Your Highness should inform Shengjing as soon as possible." Zhao Mian lay back in bed, "I am sleepy and want to sleep for a while. Your Highness, please do as you please."
Wei Zhenfeng originally wanted to throw back the quilt and leave, but when he thought that he would have to wait another month before he could sleep with Zhao Mian again, he hesitated for a long time, and finally got out of bed with determination and went back to the Beiyuan Embassy to write a memorial.
After writing the memorial, he asked someone to send it back to Shengjing as soon as possible. The person was the young man who was warned by Bai Yu for "having too much sex" because he had just gotten married. Wei Zhenfeng saw that his nose was still black and couldn't help but sigh: "It's really easy to get addicted to sex."
"Don't worry, little prince, it's not that exaggerated." The young man said confidently, "I do it every day and I'm not addicted."
Wei Zhenfeng: “…Oh.”
(End of this chapter)