Under the anxious and worried gazes of the people in Beiyuan, Zhao Mian walked into the inner hall of the bedroom alone, his back looking stubborn and aloof.
It’s just a matter of removing a poison. He doesn’t need Wei Zhenfeng, he can do it alone.
After Wei Zhenfeng was injured and fell unconscious, Zhao Mian gave him the bedroom in the main hall. At this moment, Wei Zhenfeng was lying on the dragon bed with his eyes closed. Although his face was still as pale as paper, it was difficult to see the blood color, but it was much better than yesterday.
Beiyuan's people took good care of Wei Zhenfeng, and the boy was clean and refreshed. Not to mention the wound on his hand, the scratches on his forehead and cheeks were also treated with medicine, and the wounds did not seem to make him as upset as they did yesterday.
Very good, at least he doesn't have to turn off the lights tonight. Although Wei Zhenfeng's face has a little "flaw", it does not affect his handsomeness, and even has a bit of the "battle damage" that his father once said. Facing such a face, some things will be much easier for him to do.
Furthermore, he only had three experiences and was not familiar with romantic matters. The first three times were all led by Wei Zhenfeng. If it weren't for Wei Zhenfeng's help tonight, the bedroom would still be pitch black, and he was worried that he would not be able to get it right.
There was a clepsydra in the bedroom, and the sound of water dripping was particularly clear in the quiet night. Zhao Mian glanced at the clepsydra and saw that there was still more than half an hour left.
There is not much time left for him and Wei Zhenfeng.
"I'll go take a shower first." Zhao Mian stood beside Wei Zhenfeng's bed and gave him an order from a high position, "You'd better wake me up within half an hour."
There was plenty of water in the underground palace. The Xixia emperor always enjoyed himself and had stockpiled a lot of perfumed soaps, so taking a bath was not a problem. The hot water washed away the fatigue of the past few days. Zhao Mian bathed in the water and recalled the three full moon nights he had spent with Wei Zhenfeng after he was poisoned. The more he thought about it, the more tired he felt.
Romance is supposed to be a physical and mental enjoyment between two people who love each other at the right time, but why do so many troubles always happen when it comes to him and Wei Zhenfeng
On the first full moon, in the bamboo forest of Nangong Mountain, he had been struggling with whether to sacrifice Wei Zhenfeng to save himself. Not only did he not have the props at hand, and Wei Zhenfeng was also a reckless person. In the end, he had a fever for several days.
The second full moon was at the Nanjing Embassy in Dongling. The location was OK, but the timing was wrong. They had just captured Huo Kangsheng, and he was suddenly called to remove the poison when they were halfway through the interrogation. Both of them were thinking about how to "divide the spoils" after finding the Xixia relics. Before the removal of the poison, they had a fight over the issue of superiors and subordinates.
On the third full moon, the two of them came to the desert again. They had just experienced a life-and-death battle, and the next day they were forced to go to bed. Wei Zhenfeng had played the trick of inflicting pain on himself too much, and he had played himself into a coma and couldn't even sit up. In this situation, who would still have the interest to be romantic and happy
Zhao Mian closed his eyes angrily.
Next time... The next full moon Lantern Festival, he must prevent any accidents from happening, and ensure that he and Wei Zhenfeng complete the last detoxification in the right time and place without being disturbed. It would be best if they could go to Nanjing Shangjing, in his East Palace, so that the little prince of Beiyuan can see their Nanjing at its most prosperous and splendid moment.
After Zhao Mian got out of the bath, he dressed himself as usual, with his inner garment, outer shirt, trousers, belt and even accessories. He also put on a fox fur coat because it was cold, and finally tied the rope of the fox fur coat carefully.
If there was anything that would most undermine his dignity as a prince, apart from kneeling before a fish butcher, the second most damaging thing would be having sex in front of others. The two previous times, no matter how he dressed, the result was the same when he got under Wei Zhenfeng. He could only comfort himself that Wei Zhenfeng was the same as him, and without a mirror he couldn't see his appearance, so he could deceive himself into imagining that he was well-dressed.
Tonight, he turned a disaster into a blessing, and was finally able to get rid of the poison without taking off his clothes.
Zhao Mian returned to the bedroom, wearing a jade pendant on his waist, and exuding a faint fragrance. Every step he took was like the tide bringing spring, and thousands of flowers blooming like brocade in the daytime.
Too bad no one appreciated it.
As he passed a cupboard, he paused, opened the drawer, and took out a porcelain vase.
This porcelain bottle was the one Bai Yu gave him. It was carried by Wei Zhenfeng before. Now Wei Zhenfeng couldn't use it, so he had to use it himself.
Zhao Mian walked slowly to Wei Zhenfeng's bed. Wei Zhenfeng did not listen to his orders and was still sleeping soundly, maintaining the same position as before, with no signs of waking up.
What's wrong with this person? He was looking forward to the full moon a while ago, but when the night really came, he slept so soundly.
Zhao Mian felt a surge of nameless anger in his heart. He knew he shouldn't be angry. To some extent, Wei Zhenfeng was injured to protect him, but how could Wei Zhenfeng put all the blame on him alone
It's not fun to perform a monologue.
The clepsydra made a sound like falling water, reminding him that midnight was approaching.
Zhao Mian took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly darkened. He took off the jade pendant from his waist and threw it on the table. The jade pendant just passed through the lit candle, cutting it in half. The end with the candle fell to the ground, shaking and struggling to go out.
The bedroom suddenly became much darker. The two palace lanterns beside the bed were the only remaining light sources, enough to illuminate the entire magnificent dragon bed. Even the bead played by two dragons at the head of the bed glowed with a different brilliance.
Zhao Mian looked down at Wei Zhenfeng, slowly stretched out his hand, and lifted the quilt covering Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Mian had been required by his father to dress and undress himself since he could remember. The prince's court robes were three layers inside and three layers outside, which were very complicated, but he could put them on by himself. But when it came to helping others undress, he was no longer unfamiliar, but had never done it before.
Fortunately, Wei Zhenfeng dressed relatively simply while recovering from his injury. He only took off his outer clothes and wore pajamas underneath.
When Zhao Mian saw the young man's body, he was surprised to find that Wei Zhenfeng had lost a lot of weight compared to last month. The lines of his collarbone and lower abdomen were more obvious, and his waist was almost as thin as his. If he put on a set of civil servant uniforms, he would probably look less like a prince leading troops into battle and more like a third place winner who had just walked out of the palace examination.
Zhao Mian remembered the reason why Wei Zhenfeng lost weight so quickly, so he moved his hands more gently. He untied Wei Zhenfeng's belt clumsily, and looked at the boy with reluctance.
He had already done this, but Wei Zhenfeng still did not move, as if he had made up his mind not to wake up tonight.
He'd better not wake up all night, Zhao Mian thought chaotically. He lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on one place, and he was in a dilemma.
what to do
Let’s get it done first
Zhao Mian was about to reach out his hand, but then he felt that the order seemed wrong.
Should he use the contents of the porcelain bottle on himself first, and then deal with Wei Zhenfeng? Otherwise, even if Wei Zhenfeng reacted, he would not be ready, and there would be no way to remove the poison.
But if he finally solved his own problem, what would he do if Wei Zhenfeng refused to take action? If the poison took effect at midnight, wouldn't he and Wei Zhenfeng both be buried with the Imperial City Division and others
Oh, is the Imperial City Division worthy of this
The only way is to take a two-pronged approach, as humans have two hands.
Zhao Mian looked at Wei Zhenfeng, then at the porcelain bottle in his hand, and made up his mind. He sat down next to Wei Zhenfeng, gently held it with one hand, and opened the soft stopper of the porcelain bottle with the other hand.
Things went smoothly, much more smoothly than Zhao Mian expected. Wei Zhenfeng was very fast, so fast that he couldn't help but wonder if Wei Zhenfeng was pretending to sleep. But he observed for a long time and didn't find any flaws. He couldn't observe without paying attention. His body was too messy, and even his breathing and consciousness were messed up. But his eyes were always stubbornly focused on Wei Zhenfeng's face, mostly looking at the two teardrop moles that made people's hearts tremble.
He saw that Wei Zhenfeng's lips were a little dry, and remembered that Wei Zhenfeng seemed not to have had water for a long time, so he picked up the teapot beside the bed, put his mouth to the spout and drank a sip of water, then lowered his head to Wei Zhenfeng.
As the water in the clepsydra gradually approached the midnight mark, Zhao Mian felt a slight pain in his chest, and the pain was rapidly intensifying, and in a moment it would become unbearable for him.
This is a sign of the poison taking effect.
Wei Zhenfeng, who was in a coma, seemed to be attacked by the pain as well. His brows were furrowed in displeasure and sweat broke out on his forehead.
There is no time.
Zhao Mian no longer cared about anything else. He placed his hands on Wei Zhenfeng’s chest and slowly sat down.
He dreamed that he was back in the vast desert, without Zhao Mian, only him. Everywhere he looked was a brilliant golden color, just like Zhao Mian's usual arrogant and radiant appearance.
He had only one thought in his mind, to find Zhao Mian as soon as possible. He vaguely remembered that the fifteenth day was almost here, and if he didn't find Zhao Mian, he wouldn't have the chance to meet him once a month in the future.
He searched alone in the desert, tired and thirsty, his empty stomach burning him. He had water and dry food on him, but he couldn't eat them, he wanted to leave them for Zhao Mian.
It was okay for him not to eat, he could just bear it. But if his delicate prince was hungry, he would definitely lose his temper. Although the prince looked cute when he lost his temper, he was reluctant to let him go.
He didn't know how long he had been looking for, it seemed like three days and three nights. Unable to find Zhao Mian, he became more and more anxious, this anxiety was not only in his heart, but also made his body feel strange.
He seemed to be burned by the scorching sun in the desert, hot and stuffy, sweating all over. He urgently needed something to drive away the heat.
Water? Does he need water
His subconscious mind told him that water might relieve some of his symptoms, but it was far from enough. He needed something more precious than water.
Just when he was becoming unbearably anxious, a breeze from nowhere blew across his lips, bringing with it a moist fragrance, cold and soft.
The breeze wrapped around the spring water and sent it into his mouth. He seemed to have finally found an outlet after running for a long time, and he entangled and kissed it, refusing to let go. But he was too weak, too weak to hold back the wind. He wanted to chase it, but his body was too heavy to use any strength, let alone perform light kung fu. He could only stand there, watching it pass by him and get farther and farther away.
When the last breeze faded away, he lowered his head in defeat.
He didn't know how much time had passed, it seemed like only a short moment, he came to his senses and was surprised to find that it was already night. In the desert, the hottest in the day, the coldest at night. His breath turned into white mist, and his legs seemed to have turned into two pieces of ice, making every step extremely difficult.
But he couldn't stop, he still had to find Zhao Mian.
He wrapped his clothes tightly around himself and continued walking in the vast sea of sand in the severe cold.
Suddenly, a ray of light appeared in his field of vision. His eyes lit up and he walked towards the light without hesitation.
The light dispelled the coldness of the desert. The closer he got to the light, the warmer his body became, and his frozen limbs regained consciousness. He gradually saw the full picture of the light. It turned out to be the most moving and rare oasis in the desert.
Surrounded by lush greenery, there is a clear spring in the middle of the treetops, which ripples in the moonlight, like a captivating beauty in the desert.
No, it is not appropriate to use the word "demon" to describe this spring. The light of the spring is so gorgeous and brilliant that if it were really transformed into a human, it would look like the wife of a country.
He seemed to be possessed and walked uncontrollably towards the clear water, into the alluring light.
When he came to the spring, he stretched out his hand and couldn't wait to dip it in. He unexpectedly found that the spring water was hot. In the desert at night, the heat almost melted him. Hunger, cold, heat and illness disappeared without a trace at this moment.
As his whole body was submerged in the spring water, he couldn't help but let out a low sigh.
How can it be so comfortable
It was so comfortable that he didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay there forever.
He immersed himself in the desert hot springs, enjoying the ultimate pleasure, forgetting everything. Nothing could take him away from the hot springs, he didn't want to care about the Xixia relics or the remnants of the Imperial City Bureau, he just wanted to stay here.
Unless... Unless Zhao Mian comes to see him.
Wait, Zhao Mian
A clear thought flashed through Wei Zhenfeng's mind.
What he is experiencing now is not the first time, he has experienced it before, and the impression is too deep in his mind, to the point where he cannot forget it even if he wants to, and cannot quit it even if he wants to.
The only one who can give him this feeling is Zhao Mian.
So, he has found Zhao Mian
So, he is now... in a dream
As soon as the thought that he might be dreaming came to his mind, Wei Zhenfeng felt that the force that bound him disappeared, his strength gradually returned, and his sense of touch and hearing became clearer.
Then, he heard Zhao Mian's voice.
Although it was just a short "hmm", and his voice was not as arrogant as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's usual voice, and it was even restrained and forbearing, it was enough for him to recognize that it was Zhao Mian's voice.
Wei Zhenfeng finally found his voice: "... Zhao Mian?"
Hearing these two words, the hot spring in the dream collapsed, but the warmth surrounding Wei Zhenfeng still existed.
Wei Zhenfeng broke free from the last shackles in his dream and suddenly opened his eyes.
Under the dim candlelight, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was sitting in front of him in a gorgeous attire, his cheeks flushed, his eyes dull, with water droplets condensed on his crow-feather-like eyelashes, like an exquisitely dressed doll.
She is well-dressed, dignified and elegant, with a variety of manners.
But what is hidden beneath his gorgeous clothes
When their eyes met, Zhao Mian's body suddenly tensed up.
Wei Zhenfeng's voice was incredibly low and hoarse, like the tone of a man: "What are you doing?"
Zhao Mian fell into a brief panic, and his long eyelashes trembled with fear.
Wei Zhenfeng really woke up halfway.
He was discovered and seen by Wei Zhenfeng.
But so what? He had done nothing wrong.
"I'm afraid your injury is not to your arm, but to your eye." Zhao Mian quickly stabilized his momentum and tried his best to exert the little remaining power of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. "Can't you see? I'm trying to remove the poison."
(End of this chapter)