Zhao Mian believed that the outcome of a fight between two people in bed should not be determined by who was on top and who was down. Even if he was the one receiving it, as long as he was in a dominant position and firmly in control of the situation, he would still be the winner.
Just as Wei Zhenfeng said during the last full moon, even if he was under Wei Zhenfeng, he was still the most honorable Crown Prince.
What's more, he is now in a high position, looking down at Wei Zhenfeng, so how can he lose his momentum
Little did he know that his conceited and arrogant look became a kind of catalyst in Wei Zhenfeng's eyes. The moment he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Mian, the psychological satisfaction he got was almost close to the physical feeling.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's fashion sense has always been impeccable, or perhaps it is because his appearance is so outstanding that his gorgeous clothes are equally incomparable.
Before meeting Zhao Mian, Wei Zhenfeng had always sneered at the extravagance of the Beiyuan Palace. Whether for himself or others, he preferred simple and generous clothing. Occasionally, when attending grand royal ceremonies, he had to wear the cumbersome and complicated royal royal uniforms, which felt restrained and troublesome.
But Zhao Mian seemed to be born to wear this extremely dignified attire.
Although the Crown Prince's current outfit was not considered a palace costume, it was definitely not something you would see among the common people. It was the red persimmon color that Zhao Mian often wore. Because it was a winter costume, it had six layers, and the colors of each layer were slightly different. The outermost layer was embroidered with a cloud and sun pattern in gold thread, which sparkled in the light.
Zhao Mian's hem was wide enough to completely cover his shoes if he stood on the ground. He was sitting now, with layers of hem piled up under his waist, hiding all those secret things.
The scene before him burned away all of Wei Zhenfeng's rationality. He seemed to no longer feel the injury on his arm and immediately held Zhao Mian's waist with both hands.
Zhao Mian realized Wei Zhenfeng's intention and held him down without saying anything: "Don't worry about it, and don't move. Just leave everything to me."
When Zhao Mian spoke, he tried hard not to move, but in fact, he wanted to move.
It's so strange, the feeling of removing the poison this time seems to be different from the previous two times.
The first time he removed the poison, he felt pain. The second time, he felt that he should not go to bed unless it was necessary. And the third time, in the rhythm controlled by himself, he seemed to vaguely understand the uniqueness of the matter of love.
The feeling of steadily climbing, gradually accumulating, and getting better is really good.
Is it that his nature is only suitable for tender and gentle things, and he doesn't like straightforward and intense things
Wei Zhenfeng took a while to regain some sanity. He maintained his current posture and asked Zhao Mian, "How long have you been like this?"
How long had he missed such a view
Zhao Mian felt that he was disturbed, and said fiercely: "Shut up, is it your turn to ask about my affairs?"
Knowing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince used his self-proclaimed title just to put on airs, Wei Zhenfeng narrowed his eyes and blatantly disobeyed His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's order not to move.
"Hmm..." Zhao Mian was caught off guard and couldn't help but make a sound that he couldn't face at all. He opened his eyes wide in disbelief. How could he, how could he make such a sound
Just when he was blaming himself and feeling ashamed, Wei Zhenfeng actually sat up and leaned close to his ear to laugh at him: "You scream so beautifully, I want to marry you and make you my princess."
The man's voice was too low, far from his usual clear, youthful voice. It sounded like he was joking, and there were some comfortable gasps in it, which made Zhao Mian's heart confused.
He tried his best to put on a fierce look and scolded: "Wei Zhenfeng, you are too presumptuous. Who am I? How can you take me back? As for the position of princess, do I look like I care? You..."
Before Zhao Mian finished speaking, Wei Zhenfeng could no longer hold back. He stretched out his hand, forcefully made Zhao Mian lower his head towards him, and then kissed him on the lips.
The clepsydra rose drop by drop, and the sound in the bedroom far drowned out the sound of the falling water drops.
The layers of clothes became an obstacle between the two of them. Wei Zhenfeng was greedy and wanted to see more. His eyes fell on Zhao Mian's belt.
No matter how gorgeous the attire is, it can never compare to the Crown Prince himself.
The belt of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was also extremely gorgeous. A thin gold chain was wrapped around the jade belt, and several small and exquisite jade pendants were hung on the gold chain as decoration, just evenly spaced around his slender waist.
This design is similar to the hair crown on the head of the Desert Dancer. The jade pendant rises and falls with the movements of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and occasionally with a little more force, it will make a crisp sound of hitting the jade.
Taking advantage of Zhao Mian's weak will, Wei Zhenfeng tried to untie his belt. Unexpectedly, as soon as his hand touched the edge, Zhao Mian suddenly sobered up a lot and looked at him arrogantly: "No."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his eyebrows: "Why? You've already done this to me, why can't I do this to you?"
Zhao Mian said stubbornly: "I am the crown prince, and you are just a prince."
Wei Zhenfeng really loves and hates the Crown Prince's attitude of looking down on everyone equally.
Having been with Zhao Mian for such a long time, he knew that the Crown Prince would only respond to soft actions most of the time. But in bed, Zhao Mian would only respond to hard actions, not soft ones.
For example, now, if he doesn't show strength, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will just say one thing and mean another the entire night, and he won't be able to hear a single truth.
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Then Your Highness, please punish me for disobeying your order."
Seeing that Wei Zhenfeng didn't buy into his arrogant attitude, Zhao Mian frowned unhappily: "You..."
The young man's hands became more and more presumptuous. He was so agile even though he was injured. Zhao Mian couldn't stop him, so he had to soften his tone reluctantly: "No, Wei Zhenfeng, I don't want that."
Wei Zhenfeng helped Zhao Mian to lift the long hair scattered on her chest to her back and said, "Oh, you finally decided not to call yourself that, right?"
Zhao Mian said softly, "Your Highness, that's not necessary."
Wei Zhenfeng sneered: "I don't know who said that I should tell the truth when I go to bed from now on."
"I said it." Zhao Mian said with difficulty, "I didn't lie, I just wanted to wear clothes."
"Why?" Wei Zhenfeng asked, "Are you cold?"
Zhao Mian hesitated for a moment, picked up the messy hem of clothes piled in front of him, and said, "I don't want to see you hiding in your clothes like this."
"You know very well..."
"I have no idea."
Zhao Mian turned his face away, closed his eyes forbearingly, and whispered a few words into Wei Zhenfeng's ear.
Wei Zhenfeng raised his lips contentedly: "Okay, I won't watch it." He hugged Zhao Mian and turned over, "I'll watch it next time."
Zhao Mian was lying flat on the dragon bed. He didn't know where to put his hands, so they hung helplessly on both sides of his shoulders, and were held from top to bottom by another pair of hands, with their fingers intertwined.
Both of them had the same bright red thread on their wrists, like a carefully woven red rope, tightly wrapping them together.
Wei Zhenfeng didn't control himself after all. It's not that Zhao Mian didn't convey the military doctor's instructions to Wei Zhenfeng, but Wei Zhenfeng obviously didn't want to care what others said at that time.
After the poison was removed, the white cloth that Wei Zhenfeng used to bandage his wound was stained with blood again. However, Wei Zhenfeng acted as if nothing had happened and even deliberately asked him if his beautiful clothes were dirty and whether he wanted him to carry him to take a bath and change clothes.
Wei Zhenfeng was so frail now that it was impossible to hold him in my arms.
Zhao Mian ignored Wei Zhenfeng and forced himself to get out of bed. His clothes dragged on the ground behind him, hiding the unbearable scene inside. Zhao Mian said nonchalantly, "Just lie down. I'll tidy you up and then ask the military doctor to change your dressing."
Wei Zhenfeng leaned against the head of the bed, watching Zhao Mian calmly pick up the clothes he had taken off earlier - only the underpants on his lower body, and his body felt hot again.
The fifteen that he had been counting on his fingers only came once, and he was in a coma for the first half. How miserable it was!
He recalled Zhao Mian's expression at that time, which seemed to be subtly different from the previous times. He didn't know whether this difference was good or bad, and whether it could make Zhao Mian give up the idea of "not going to bed unless necessary".
He couldn't help but wonder, if he wasn't injured, would Zhao Mian let him do it a second time
Doctors hate patients who don't listen to doctors' advice. When the military doctor saw the little prince's wound split again, he didn't dare to show any expression on the surface. He just asked Zhao Mian respectfully after changing the medicine and bandaging it: "May I ask, Lord Xiao, do you have any need to share a bed with me next time?"
Zhao Mian said: "There will be no more within a month."
"That's good." The military doctor said with relief, "Your Highness, please take good care of yourself for the next month. Don't indulge in temporary pleasures and do anything exciting or violent. Otherwise, you will regret it if you have any sequelae in the future."
Wei Zhenfeng said absentmindedly, "I know."
Zhao Mian wanted to ask the military doctor whether it was too gentle or not, but then he changed his mind and realized that no matter how gentle it was, it would eventually turn into excitement and violence, so he decided not to waste his breath.
But... why would he have the idea to ask such a question
The military doctor left with the medicine box on his back. The two people who had just gotten into bed looked at each other, seeming a little uncomfortable.
After a moment of silence, Wei Zhenfeng quietly lifted the quilt next to him and asked, "Do you want to sleep together?"
Logically speaking, there was no need. The poison had been resolved this month, so they could go back to their own rooms and sleep in their own beds.
But, they slept together for a night last month, so why not this month
Zhao Mian successfully convinced himself. He methodically untied his belt, took off his outer clothes, and got on Wei Zhenfeng's bed in his pajamas.
Wei Zhenfeng wanted to laugh. The Crown Prince had been unwilling to take off his clothes just now, but now he took them off so happily.
Zhao Mian covered himself with a blanket and started talking about business: "Western Xia treasure has been found, what are your plans next?" Without waiting for Wei Zhenfeng to answer, he said, "Whatever your plan is, put it aside for now."
"How to say?"
"Come back to Nanjing with me."
Wei Zhenfeng suddenly felt like a concubine kept outside by Zhao Mian. His master was too busy and could only favor him once a month. After three times, he finally saw the light of day with his steadily improving skills, and could go home with his master.
Wei Zhenfeng was flattered and asked, "Why didn't you follow me back to Beiyuan?"
Zhao Mian glanced at him: "Do you think it's possible?"
"Why not?" Wei Zhenfeng asked, "I've been to Nanjing, but you've never been to Beiyuan."
"Only in Nanjing can I ensure your safety. You have made too many enemies. Running around outside all the time is creating opportunities for your enemies. I can't control you at other times, but before Bai Yu refines the antidote for the poison, you must stay here honestly and don't put yourself in danger." Zhao Mian said, and couldn't help but sneered, "I want to see who can touch you in Shangjing City, Nanjing."
Wei Zhenfeng looked embarrassed: "But..."
"No buts, you can't get hurt again." Zhao Mian said without question, "Because I don't want to hang around you alone like I did just now next month, do you understand?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "I would like to go back with you, but I'm afraid... Never mind, only fools would talk about serious matters in bed."
Zhao Mian reminded him: "We talked about a lot of serious things in bed last month."
"This month is different." Wei Zhenfeng smiled, "Zhao Mian, do you want to hold me while I sleep?"
Zhao Mian hesitated: "You are injured."
"You can hold my uninjured side."
Zhao Mian leaned towards Wei Zhenfeng: "Okay."
(End of this chapter)