Wei Zhenfeng's words did not completely convince Zhao Mian.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince believed that even if he and Wei Zhenfeng knelt together, he would be the one who suffered more.
First, Wei Zhenfeng was kneeling higher than him. Second, why could Wei Zhenfeng put his hands on his waist while he had to support himself with both hands on the ground? The ground was not clean, and he didn't want to get his palms dirty.
Zhao Mian wanted to continue to accuse, but Wei Zhenfeng made him unable to speak anymore, and his breath was full of disordered breath.
Having suppressed their desire for too long, both of them lost the ability to control themselves when the time came.
It was like a spark hitting dry wood, which spread across the prairie in an instant, burning away the sanity of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the young prince.
In the morning, they were still two "gentlemen" who greeted each other and talked about the weather. But now, they were wearing the same college uniforms and doing disrespectful things under the gaze of the Book of Rites.
Soon, Zhao Mian realized that he was not an expert. If there was a god who controlled the affairs of the world, he had to confess to the god that he was too arrogant before.
He was so naive to think that he had grasped the essence and could handle it with ease. How dare he do that
At first, both of them were too busy to talk. After a long time, Zhao Mian finally had time to express his dissatisfaction: "It's dirty."
Wei Zhenfeng asked again: "Where is it dirty?"
Zhao Mian's tone was weak: "Hand."
Wei Zhenfeng held Zhao Mian's hand and opened his palm. Zhou Huairang had already cleaned the Fengzhai thoroughly before, mopping the floor at least three times, and there was no dust on the palm of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but it was a little red.
Wei Zhenfeng leaned close to his ear and said, "Then can you hold on to the bookshelf?"
Zhao Mian said "OK".
The bright moonlight poured in from the window, shining brightly on His Royal Highness. His snow-white robe was exactly the same color as the moonlight, and in this light, His Royal Highness seemed to be draped over the bright moon, and when he raised his waist, he drew out a beautiful and bright curve.
Although the Crown Prince's face could not be seen, this curve was enough to make Wei Zhenfeng feel confused.
Before Zhao Mian could hold on to his position, he suddenly lunged forward, and his fingertips passed over a shaky copy of "Records of the Eastern Tombs", and another book fell beside the two of them.
Zhao Mian turned around and wanted to scold Wei Zhenfeng, but was hugged by the other party in his arms.
Wei Zhenfeng rested his chin on Zhao Mian's shoulder and couldn't help but sigh: "I like you so much, Zhao Mian."
Zhao Mian's eyes were filled with mist, and his mind became dazed again. The curse words on his lips inexplicably turned into: "Do you like me more, or do you like your Wandering Dragon Spear more?"
Wei Zhenfeng was stunned. Why did Zhao Mian suddenly mention the Youlong Spear at this time
Fortunately, Wei Zhenfeng reacted very quickly and said immediately, "I like you more." This question made his heart melt, "I like you the most."
"If I'm cold, would you be willing to burn your Dragon Spear to keep me warm?"
Wei Zhenfeng wanted to laugh, but seeing that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked so seriously, he put on a serious look and said, "I am willing."
Zhao Mian raised the corner of his mouth contentedly.
He said, how could he be no match for a spear.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had always been harsh and picky, and he could only compromise on some things when he was in a hurry. Now that he had done it all at once, the anger in his heart and body was under control, his mind was a little clearer, and his old habit of being squeamish naturally came back.
Zhao Mian murmured, "… This is the fifth time." He could draw the character "正".
Sweat dripped from Wei Zhenfeng's nose and dripped onto Zhao Mian's back. Wei Zhenfeng asked with rapid breathing, "What do you mean the fifth time?"
Zhao Mian frowned and answered irrelevantly: "It hurts."
Wei Zhenfeng immediately became nervous. Did he hurt Zhao Mian when he lost control? That was it. There would be no second time tonight.
"Does it hurt?" Wei Zhenfeng checked it out and said, "It's not broken."
"Not here," Zhao Mian was angry, "You have become stupid, Wei Zhenfeng."
Wei Zhenfeng lifted the hem of Zhao Mian's white shirt: "Where does it hurt?"
Zhao Mian pointed to his knees and said, "You and I knelt at the same time, don't your knees hurt?"
Wei Zhenfeng reacted and quickly changed the direction, letting Zhao Mian sit face to face in his arms, so that he could check Zhao Mian's injuries more conveniently.
I saw that the Crown Prince's knees were covered in large red patches. His skin was fair, so the two spots of red were particularly eye-catching in contrast.
As for himself, he really didn't feel any pain. His attention was not on his knee at all.
"Oh, sorry." Wei Zhenfeng showed an expression of guilt but no regrets, "Is there any medicine here? Or, I'll get you two books to cushion your cushion?" As he said that, he picked up a book from the ground and opened it to increase the cushioning area.
Zhao Mian's body tensed up at the sudden famous quote.
[A gentleman does not stumble before others, does not lose face before others, and does not lose words before others. ]
This sentence means that a gentleman should be polite and well-mannered when dealing with others.
[Rituals are to people like the buds of wine. Gentlemen are generous with them, while villains are thin with them.]
This sentence means that gentlemen value etiquette, while villains despise etiquette.
He and Wei Zhenfeng both became villains...
Zhao Mian closed his eyes, unable to bear it any longer: "Do you really have to kneel here with me? Can't you just carry me to the bed!"
"I couldn't just now. I was going to explode when I carried you to the bed." Wei Zhenfeng picked him up. "Now I can. Do you want me to help you clean up first?"
Wei Zhenfeng was flattered: "So, I can do it a second time?"
Zhao Mian corrected him: "It's the sixth time."
Wei Zhenfeng put Zhao Mian on the bed and touched his head: "What's wrong? You can't even count, Zhao Mian."
"What do you know?" Zhao Mian fell onto the bed, hooked Wei Zhenfeng's neck and brought him down, "I am in charge of the overall situation."
As soon as they got on the bed, they kissed again. The two school uniforms were thrown aside and were already wrinkled beyond recognition.
One romantic affair is not enough to offset a month's patience.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince only realized the beauty of this matter last month, and he has been holding it in for a month at most. The poor little prince has been in love since October 15th, and to today, the 15th of the first lunar month, he has not had sex ten times in a hundred days. He lives on a mouthful of meat soup every thirty days. That is truly miserable.
The longer you are hungry, the bigger your appetite becomes. When Zhao Mian said that he was almost full and wanted to sleep, Wei Zhenfeng felt that he could still eat another meal.
Seeing the exhausted and about to fall asleep Crown Prince, Wei Zhenfeng suddenly came up with an idea and boiled a pot of hot water to make tea. He brought the refreshing Pu'er tea to the bedside and asked, "Do you want some tea?"
Zhao Mian's throat was indeed quite dry, so he drank a cup of tea from Wei Zhenfeng's hand. Wei Zhenfeng asked expectantly, "Are you sober now?"
"… not at all."
"Then have another drink." Wei Zhenfeng said attentively, "How about something to eat?"
Zhao Mian finally understood what Wei Zhenfeng'an was thinking and had to admit: "Where do you get so much energy from? Aren't you the same age as me?"
Wei Zhenfeng kissed him: "I still want it, Your Highness, hold on a little longer, okay? This is really the last time, I swear."
Zhao Mian no longer had the energy to argue with anyone: "If you want it, then take it. I'm not pushing you away."
"But you're going to fall asleep."
"I'll sleep on mine, and you can sleep on yours."
Wei Zhenfeng was very surprised, and looked like he had learned something new: "So this is possible."
"Why not?" Zhao Mian turned over, with his back facing Wei Zhenfeng, "It's not like I haven't done similar things when you were asleep."
"Then you sleep well. I'll try to be slow and not disturb you." Zhao Mian felt Wei Zhenfeng get on the bed and approach him from behind. "Excuse me, Your Highness."
The etiquette had been lost long ago, Zhao Mian thought silently.
This was the tenth time he and Wei Zhenfeng had done it, which was just enough to draw two "正" characters.
Not only the Crown Prince stayed awake all night, but also the three people from the Eastern Palace who had been through thick and thin with him.
The moon is setting and the sky is about to brighten. Bai Yu, Shen Buci, and Zhou Huairang are sitting around the table, staring at each other.
"I can't figure it out. I just can't figure it out." Zhou Huairang felt itchy on his head. "You gave the antidote to the young prince, and then you were driven away?"
Bai Yu sighed and told Zhou Huairang for the ninth time tonight: "Yes, I haven't even seen His Highness. Xiaorang, I beg you not to ask me the same question again."
"That shouldn't be the case." Zhou Huairang was puzzled. "Your Highness has been cured of the poison, why doesn't he come back to us? Old Shen, what do you think?"
Shen Buci shook his head: "I have no opinion."
Bai Yu was the oldest and a knowledgeable doctor. She could roughly guess what her brothers could not understand after just one look.
"I don't know why I should stay up for two days and two nights just to get the antidote out before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month." Bai Yu smiled bitterly, looked towards the south-facing window, and said leisurely: "If His Majesty and the Prime Minister knew about this..."
Before Bai Yu finished speaking, Shen Buci's expression suddenly changed: "Someone is here."
Bai Yu was stunned. The person who could make Shen Buci change his expression must not be an ordinary passerby. She lowered her voice and asked, "Who?"
"An expert." Shen Buci's expression was solemn, "An expert who doesn't deliberately hide his aura."
There are two possibilities for the newcomer not hiding his presence. First, he didn't need to do so; second, he didn't care whether he would be discovered or not, because he was confident that he could kill everyone in the house.
Zhou Huairang shuddered and covered his mouth in fear.
"Stand still." Shen Buci drew his sword and tiptoed towards the door. On the door, he saw a man's shadow and was sure that the man was at the door.
Shen Buci held his breath, wanting to take the initiative. He kicked the door open and swung the sword in his hand.
At this moment, a knife was calmly placed on his neck, faster and steadier than his. Shen Buci stared at the person who came and unconsciously took a step back into the house.
"You won't refuse?"
"Old Shen!"
Bai Yu and Zhou Huairang shouted at the same time. It was the first time they saw someone else holding a knife to Shen Buci. They looked towards the door as if they were facing a great enemy. As Shen Buci walked in, the full appearance of the person came into view.
They knew this man, but that was not the point. The point was that there was another person standing behind the man.
This person is the master of this master.
After receiving a signal from his master, the man put away the knife and stood aside obediently.
Everyone showed a look of shock. The next moment, the shock was replaced by extreme awe, and the three of them lowered their heads and knelt down together.
(End of this chapter)