The next morning, Zhao Mian woke up before Wei Zhenfeng.
He found himself in Wei Zhenfeng's arms, their breathing intertwined. When he raised his eyes, he saw the boy's iconic teardrop mole.
He looked at them quietly for a while, and couldn't help raising his hand to touch them, but accidentally touched the other person's drooping eyelashes.
Wei Zhenfeng frowned unhappily when his sweet dream was disturbed, and turned over with his eyes closed, showing a bit of childishness. But when he turned around, the hug that Zhao Mian liked was gone. He stared at Wei Zhenfeng's back, and without much hesitation, he went over and hugged Wei Zhenfeng's waist from behind.
The feeling of hugging is very comfortable, but kissing is even better. In addition to being comfortable, there is also a strange feeling of entanglement that will make him instinctively close his eyes, his heartbeat speeds up, and even make his body numb and weak.
But the most fascinating thing is...
After realizing what he was thinking, Zhao Mian suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.
His movements were so loud that Wei Zhenfeng beside him was completely awakened. The young man propped himself up with one hand and rubbed his eyes with the other. After seeing the person next to him clearly, he was stunned for a moment before he greeted him naturally: "Good morning?"
Zhao Mian's eyes wandered, and he felt guilty and self-blaming: "Good morning."
He didn't look at Wei Zhenfeng, but got out of bed and dressed. When he saw the gorgeous clothes he wore yesterday, several images suddenly appeared in his mind, and his body also remembered the feeling of Wei Zhenfeng being in it, and he felt a sense of emptiness that he had never felt in the past eighteen years.
Is he... thinking about it
After realizing this, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's face became as ugly as it could be.
He had previously mocked Wei Zhen for not being able to achieve anything great in the future because he couldn't control his lust, but he didn't expect that it would be his turn so soon.
It's not a big problem. Stay calm and composed. There's nothing strange about it. As Wei Zhenfeng said, he is also a man. It's normal for him to like romantic things at his age. It doesn't matter how much he likes it as long as it doesn't interfere with his work.
Oh, with just a little bit of love, you actually want to control his thoughts and body. You are overestimating your own abilities.
If he can't even control himself regarding romantic matters, how can he conquer the Three Kingdoms and bring the world under his rule in the future
So, why did Wei Zhenfeng get injured at this time? If he had done it once more yesterday, he wouldn't be so unsatisfied now.
Thinking of this, Zhao Mian turned his head and glanced at Wei Zhenfeng, as if to say, "Look at what you have done."
The yawning little prince: "... ?"
At this time, Ji Chong came to ask for a meeting with Wei Zhenfeng and reported to Wei Zhenfeng what happened in the underground palace during the two days when he was unconscious.
The treasures in the underground palace were piled up like mountains. It would take about a thousand years for the camels to transport them all. He Kaiji had already dispatched a lot of people to transport the treasures back to Beiyuan Base Camp first, and then Nanjing and Beiyuan could happily "divide the spoils" according to the peace treaty signed before.
Speaking of "dividing the spoils", Zhao Mian felt that he needed to write a letter back to Shangjing. First, to inform his fathers that he had successfully found the Xixia treasure and that the prime minister could send someone to the desert to transport Nan Jing's share. Second, to inform them that he would take Wei Zhenfeng back to Shangjing to stay for a while.
"Your Highness, there is one more thing." Ji Chong lowered his voice, "Peng Ou is here."
Wei Zhenfeng was not surprised and sneered, "You came pretty quickly."
Zhao Mian saw the two men's reactions and knew they were up to no good. He asked, "Who is Peng Ou?"
This matter concerns the internal personnel of Fuxue Tower, and Ji Chong doesn't know if he can say it. Although Lord Xiao and the young prince have a special relationship, Lord Xiao is an official of Nanjing after all.
Ji Chong kept silent and threw the question to the young prince.
Zhao Mian realized belatedly that he had asked a sensitive question and said, "It's okay if I can't tell you. I understand."
Wei Zhenfeng said: "There is nothing that cannot be said. Peng Ou is an official of Fuxue Tower."
The so-called memorial officers, although they belong to Fuxue Tower, rarely participate in intelligence gathering, mission execution, etc. Most of the time, the memorial officers only have to do one thing, which is to report the actions of Fuxue Tower and the affairs of Fuxue Tower itself to Emperor Yuan, which is somewhat similar to the Metropolitan Procuratorate in Nanjing.
In other words, the person who came was Emperor Yuan's man.
In Nanjing, Zhao Mian could say that his father's people were his people, and his people were all his father's people. But in the other two countries, there was an essential difference between the two.
He grew up in an environment without palace fighting and power struggles, but that didn't mean he couldn't understand the situation in the harem of Beiyuan's former dynasty. Unlike him and his father, the relationship between Wei Zhenfeng and Emperor Yuan was always that of monarch and subject first, and father and son second. Not to mention, there was also a Beiyuan Crown Prince between them who was not as talented or beautiful as Wei Zhenfeng, but was appointed as the crown prince just because of his status as the eldest son.
Zhao Mian caught a glimpse of the two dragons playing with the pearl on the dragon bed, and his mind moved. He asked, "Do you want to move to another bedroom first?"
This bedroom prepared by the Western Xia emperor for himself was originally occupied by Zhao Mian, and Wei Zhenfeng was moved here by him while he was unconscious.
Wei Zhenfeng knew what Zhao Mian was worried about. "Don't bother," he said indifferently, "It's not the first time I've done this anyway."
Zhao Mian said: "The first time, you can say that you are young and frivolous and ignorant, which is understandable. But if you know you are wrong and make the same mistake again the second time, can Emperor Yuan still tolerate it?"
Wei Zhenfeng said: "When the official arrives, the first thing he will do is to find out the local situation. Moving now will only make things worse. There is no need."
Zhao Mian thought that there were too many normal royal rules. In Nanjing Palace, he and his brother always sat on his father's throne casually. Even if he wanted to wear a dragon robe, his father would agree to it without hesitation, and might even praise him, "My son looks good in anything."
"Oh, my Lord," Ji Chong remembered something, "Yu Lin has survived and is now awake. What are you going to do with him?"
Wei Zhenfeng asked: "Who is Yu Lin?"
Ji Chong said: "Gu Shaodeng's apprentice, the only survivor among the twelve people of the Imperial City Division."
Just as Zhao Mian was about to speak, he heard Wei Zhenfeng say, "Kill him, there will be no future trouble."
Zhao Mian closed his mouth with relief.
Wei Zhenfeng had not recovered yet, and he went to bed with an injury last night. After talking for so long, he was inevitably exhausted. Zhao Mian watched him cover his head with the quilt and take a nap, and walked out with Ji Chong.
Ji Chong rarely had the opportunity to be alone with Lord Xiao of Nanjing. Those who could work for the young prince were not stupid. He saw from the beginning that Lord Xiao was not just an ordinary envoy. Otherwise, he could not explain why he wanted to kneel down and greet Lord Xiao as soon as he saw him.
Following behind Lord Xiao, Ji Chong pondered over and over, and finally came up with a topic to discuss with Lord Xiao: "After the matter of the Xixia treasure is settled, Lord Xiao will return to Kyoto?"
Zhao Mian said: "We should go back to Nanjing."
Ji Chong was a little surprised: "But Doctor Bai seems to be still in Kyoto?"
Ji Chong's words just reminded Zhao Mian to write a letter to recall Bai Yu: "Once she refines the antidote, she will naturally return to Nanjing."
Ji Chong smiled and said, "Divine Doctor Bai can be said to be my second parent. Ever since I drank her herbal tea, I no longer feel empty or restless. Before I go to sleep, my mind is as calm as still water and my spirit is at peace. If you give me a wooden fish, I can become a monk directly."
Zhao Mian didn't pay much attention to the journey from Kyoto to the desert, but he also saw the changes in Ji Chong. He thought that Ji Chong was moved by the magnificent scenery of the desert and realized the insignificance of life, so he saw through the world and gave up the worldly affairs... He was wrong, he thought too much of the people of Beiyuan.
It's shame that the people of Beiyuan have to rely on the herbal tea made by the genius doctor Nanjing if they want to quit masturbation.
Zhao Mian complained in his heart and asked, "Is Baiyu's herbal tea really that effective?"
"Really?" Ji Chong praised it highly and even brought up the little prince to endorse the herbal tea, "The little prince said it was good after drinking it."
Zhao Mian narrowed his eyes: "...Is that so."
No wonder Wei Zhenfeng has become more and more calm recently, and had no intention of doing it with him a second time last night. So that's why.
He would never drink herbal tea. Relying on herbal tea to quit masturbation is just relying on external forces, relying on one's own willpower is the real skill.
Zhao Mian returned to the side hall where he was staying temporarily. Zhou Huairang and Shen Buci had been waiting for him there for a long time. Seeing him coming back, Zhou Huairang smiled and said, "Your Highness is back! You have worked hard to remove the poison!"
Zhao Mian felt a little uncomfortable listening to this, but he didn't think much about it: "It's not that hard."
"Your Highness, please eat something to replenish your energy first." Zhou Huairang carried a plate and served Zhao Mian the food. "Today, Old Shen made your Highness' favorite fish. Although it is salted fish that has been pickled for who knows how long, it is still fish."
Zhao Mian hadn't eaten much since last night. Now, looking at the plate of steamed salted fish that exuded a salty and fragrant aroma, his stomach, which was no longer delicate, did something that pressed his demeanor to the ground and rubbed it - it growled.
So, it’s not enough that his love life is bothering him, now his appetite is also tormenting him
"I don't eat fish," Zhao Mian said in a cold voice with a subtle hint of self-abandonment, "Take it away."
He has become a person who has been forced to indulge himself on Wei Zhenfeng's body and has enjoyed the sweetness of it. What qualifications does he have to eat fish
Wei Zhenfeng had recovered much better after a few days of recuperation, so Zhao Mian and the others could finally pack up and set off on their journey home.
Batches of Yuan soldiers came to the underground palace to transport the treasures away, and Zhao Mian saw many unfamiliar faces. When he saw a "familiar person" among these unfamiliar faces, he confirmed it several times before he was sure that he was not mistaken.
He stopped Ji Chong who was passing by, pointed at the young man who was being shackled by Yuan Bing, and asked, "Didn't your prince say he wanted to kill him?"
Ji Chong looked puzzled: "Yes, Lord Xiao."
"So what do I see now?" Zhao Mian asked, "His ghost?"
Ji Chong sighed: "The prince wanted to kill Yu Lin, but after Peng Ou learned about this, he stopped him in the name of His Majesty and said that he would take Yu Lin back to Shengjing for a thorough interrogation."
As the two talked, Yu Lin was put on the anklet again. He was wearing Beiyuan's prison uniform, with the sleeve of his left hand hanging empty. He had just lost this arm not long ago, but he seemed to feel no pain. But his eyes were dull and his face was numb, as if he had turned from a vigorous young man into a dying and decayed old man overnight.
Zhao Mian sneered and said, "Why had you listened to me earlier?"
"It's my fault." Ji Chong said sadly, "His Majesty also ordered the young prince to return to the capital immediately without any delay. I am afraid that I will have to follow the prince back to Shengjing, but my wife is still in Kyoto. If I keep running back and forth like this, how long will she and I have to be separated?"
Zhao Mian grasped the point: "What did you say?"
Ji Chong sighed: "I said I want to follow the prince back to Shengjing, and my wife..."
Zhao Mian said: "You can leave now."
Zhao Mian was quite unhappy. The people he wanted to bring back to Nanjing were summoned back by Emperor Yuan
Zhao Mian said indifferently: "Who the hell is Emperor Yuan? How dare he compete with me for people?"
The expression of An Yuanhou at the side changed slightly after hearing this. He looked around to see if there was anyone without Bei Yuan, and then he whispered, "Your Highness, be careful with your words."
Zhao Mian was not just speaking in anger. He really didn't take Emperor Yuan seriously, just like he didn't take Lu Wang seriously. But he also knew that he couldn't just say such a big truth: "I made a mistake - where is Wei Zhenfeng? Send him to see me."
Not long after, Wei Zhenfeng came in response to the summons. Seeing the cold expression on the Crown Prince's face, he knew that he had already known that his father wanted him to return to the capital immediately. Before he could say anything, Zhao Mian asked him, "Can you disobey the order?"
Wei Zhenfeng laughed: "I don't know, how about giving it a try?"
Zhao Mian said coldly: "I dare to disobey your order."
He often said "no" to his father. For example, every time his father called him "Mianmian", he would tell his father to stop calling him that.
Wei Zhenfeng said very flatteringly: "So amazing."
Zhao Mian frowned: "Wei Zhenfeng, I'm not in the mood to joke with you."
"Come on, just stop it. The expression on your face just now shows that you really want to be praised."
Zhao Mian: “…”
Wei Zhenfeng sat down on the stool, pulled Zhao Mian in front of him, and looked up at him: "Sorry, I do need to go back and deal with the little things at home, but this won't delay us from going to bed on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month."
Zhao Mian raised his eyebrows slightly: "You want me to go back to Beiyuan with you and have sex?"
"No, you can go wherever you want and go home whenever you want." Wei Zhenfeng explained patiently, "No matter where you are, as long as you don't deliberately hide your whereabouts, I will come back to you and sleep with you before the fifteenth of next month."
Zhao Mian asked doubtfully, "Are you sure you can get to Shangjing before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month?"
"Don't worry." Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "If I don't have the ability to get rid of trivial matters within a month, how can I have the face to see you."
Zhao Mian pondered for a long time and shook his head: "You and I depend on each other for life and death. I can't let you leave my sight. It's too unsafe."
Wei Zhenfeng said helplessly: "I am going back to my own home, what's unsafe about it?"
Zhao Mian lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Zhenfeng. He didn't know why, but he always felt that Wei Zhenfeng was in no less danger in Beiyuan Palace than he was in Dongling or in the desert.
"No," Zhao Mian said, "I'm still worried."
Wei Zhenfeng was quite moved: "Zhao Mian..."
"Besides, you haven't paid me yet, you can't just leave like this."
Wei Zhenfeng was stunned: "Money?"
"Didn't it say in the treaty that Nanjing must help Beiyuan eliminate the remnants of the Imperial City Division, and Beiyuan must pay me, Nanjing, 300,000 silver coins as a reward. Now that things are almost done," Zhao Mian spread out his palm in front of Wei Zhenfeng, "Give me the money."
Wei Zhenfeng felt that he was not that moved: "The money is in Shengjing. I will have someone send it to you when I return."
"No need to do this," Zhao Mian made up his mind, "I'll go back to Beiyuan with you to get the money."
Wei Zhenfeng was moved again.
He had always wanted to invite Zhao Mian to Beiyuan, to visit the place where he grew up, but now was obviously not a good time.
"Goodbye," Wei Zhenfeng said, "The New Year is coming soon, don't you want to go home and reunite with your family? Be good, go back to Shangjing and wait for me, I will definitely come to find you."
Zhao Mian said expressionlessly, "If someone who knows about this wants to kill you and me at the same time, they can just trap you in Beiyuan and prevent you from coming. My family and I will just wait for death after the New Year. I can't take that risk."
"Can… "
"No need to say more," Zhao Mian said, "I have made up my mind."
Seeing that he was so determined, Wei Zhenfeng stopped trying to persuade him and said with a smile, "Okay, it's a good opportunity for you to see what the royal family outside of Nanjing is like, and play some tricks that you can't play in Nanjing."
In his letter home, Zhao Mian informed his fathers that he was going to Beiyuan to get money, so his return date would be a month later than scheduled. He hoped that his father and the prime minister would not miss him too much.
Afterwards, Zhao Mian took Zhou Huairang, Shen Buci and others and continued to head north, aiming for 300,000 taels of silver and the last detoxification on the 15th day of the first lunar month.
The day before arriving in Shengjing, Zhao Mian just received a reply to his family's letter. The secret guard who delivered the letter told him: "Your Highness, the emperor and the prime minister reacted badly when they learned that you were going to follow the little prince of Beiyuan back to Shengjing."
Zhao Mian's heart skipped a beat: "How bad is it?"
The secret guard told the truth: "The emperor seems to be about to faint from anger, and Prime Minister Xiao is about to die of anger."
(End of this chapter)