During the Lantern Festival, Benquan Study was closed for one day. Zhao Mian walked on the road and saw many students talking and laughing in groups of three or five. Murong You also invited him to walk around at night with candlelight, but after he refused, he gave him a box of snacks that the locals in Yuzhou often eat during the Lantern Festival.
Zhao Mian came to Qingfeng Lecture Hall with books and snacks. The lecture hall, which was full of students during the day, was far away from the crowd and seemed particularly quiet. Zhao Mian stepped on the watery moonlight, pushed open the half-closed door, and did not see Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Mian found a long table and sat down. The full moon on the 15th poured in from the window, illuminating the room. Even without turning on the lights, it did not hinder vision at all. Not long after, Zhao Mian felt something gently touch his shoulder, and then a crumpled paper ball fell in front of him.
Zhao Mian looked up and saw Wei Zhenfeng squatting on the wall, holding two jugs of wine in one hand and waving at him with the other hand. There was also a small grass from nowhere in his mouth, and it was obvious that he was planning to climb over the wall and get in.
Zhao Mian raised his head and asked, "Why don't you go when there's a door?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "This is more cool." But in fact, he was worried that he would be caught if he went in through the front door.
Zhao Mian looked at the young man in blue who was smiling under the moon, and had to admit that Wei Zhenfeng was right. This way of appearance was indeed cool, especially since Wei Zhenfeng was well dressed today. His unruly manner revealed a bit of nobility, which made people more unable to take their eyes off him than usual.
Wei Zhenfeng looked down at him and asked, "You didn't bring anyone else with you?"
This is a nonsense question.
"I brought a lot," Zhao Mian said, "Didn't you see? My father was sitting next to me."
Wei Zhenfeng knew that the Crown Prince was being sarcastic again. He opened his arms, turned twice in the air, landed lightly, and came in front of Zhao Mian.
"I miss you so much after not seeing you for just one day." Wei Zhenfeng shook the wine pot in his hand, "I was delayed for a while when I went out to buy something. I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long."
Zhao Mian hummed and watched Wei Zhenfeng sit down opposite the long table.
At this time last night, the two were still indulgently entangled in the pile of books, having done all kinds of intimate things. Now, they were neatly dressed and standing across a desk from each other, but they looked immature and restrained. For a moment, they didn't know what to say to each other, and just the contact of their eyes seemed to carry a slightly burning taste.
Finally, it was Wei Zhenfeng who couldn't stand this exhausting stare-in first. The young man lowered his eyelashes, chuckled, and asked, "Are you... okay?"
"Not good." Zhao Mian felt all the problems in his body and frowned. "My legs are weak, my waist hurts, and the back hurts the most."
"Alas, I was wrong." Wei Zhenfeng apologized readily, but he didn't seem to regret it at all. He took out a porcelain bottle of ointment from his arms: "This is what I asked Bai Yu for. Apply a little every day, and it will heal faster."
Zhao Mian was puzzled: "Bai Yu is originally mine, why do I need you to ask for medicine?"
Wei Zhenfeng said as a matter of course: "Because I need to apply medicine to you."
Zhao Mian's body stiffened, and he had a bad feeling: "When?"
"Of course it's now." Wei Zhenfeng said seriously, "After you go back, Xiao Xiang will be watching you closely. I won't have a chance to get close to you."
Zhao Mian couldn't tell for a moment whether Wei Zhenfeng was teasing him on purpose. He turned cold and emphasized, "This is a lecture hall."
Wei Zhenfeng smiled: "Hmm? Isn't this better?"
Zhao Mian: “…”
Wei Zhenfeng took a step forward and came to Zhao Mian from across the long table: "Don't be shy, Zhao Mian, I have touched every part of you, apply the medicine sooner so you can get well sooner."
Zhao Mian was as if facing a formidable enemy, and grabbed Wei Zhenfeng's hand, saying, "Don't come over here. I can take the medicine back and apply it myself."
The Crown Prince's slight resistance was easily resolved by Wei Zhenfeng. He successfully grabbed the jade belt around Zhao Mian's waist and pretended to untie it. Zhao Mian held his jade belt tightly and issued an ultimatum: "Let go, Wei Zhenfeng, or I will call Shen Buci."
Wei Zhenfeng ignored Zhao Mian's warning and continued his actions. However, he did not untie his belt as shamelessly as Zhao Mian thought, but lightly hooked his fingertips in front of his waist, and he rushed forward, and was caught off guard by Wei Zhenfeng's embrace.
Wei Zhenfeng hugged him, resting his chin on the top of his head, and sighed softly: "We are going to separate..."
The Crown Prince, who had been struggling to resist just now, suddenly became much more docile and put his hands away obediently, but his words were a little stiff: "It's just an expected separation, there's nothing to be sad about."
Wei Zhenfeng said quietly: "That being said..."
But when the time came to part, even though he was prepared, he still couldn't accept it for a while.
But he had to accept that there were still many things waiting for him to do.
Wei Zhenfeng became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. Although he didn't know what he was angry about, he was unhappy with everything that caused him to separate from Zhao Mian. He pushed the person in his arms to the ground and supported his body with both hands: "Your Highness, I have a favor to ask of you."
Zhao Mian was trapped under Wei Zhenfeng, his eyelashes trembling: "Speak."
"…Who can I sleep with?" Zhao Mian was speechless, "Except you, who dares to sleep with me?"
Wei Zhenfeng showed a satisfied smile: "If you say so, I feel relieved."
"But your only request is that I don't sleep with others?" Zhao Mian looked at him from bottom to top, "Can we do something else?"
Wei Zhenfeng's face froze: "Of course not."
"But I am a man, and I have needs too." Zhao Mian used his self-proclaimed name proudly, "You turned me into a person obsessed with romance, and now that I am done with my pleasure, you are doing your business without caring about anything else, and you even forbid me to sleep with others. Isn't this a bit too much?"
Wei Zhenfeng was speechless for a moment.
Zhao Mian deliberately added: "You are not even willing to give your life to me."
Wei Zhenfeng exclaimed, "Ah!" "Did you hear everything?"
"Um."
Wei Zhenfeng said in a frustrated tone: "I'm sorry, but I really can't give you my life now. I have to keep it for myself. You know, I have to go..."
"I know." Zhao Mian interrupted him, "This is what you have to do. If you give it up for a little bit of love, you don't deserve to sleep in my bed."
Wei Zhenfeng's focus was a little off: "'A little bit of love'? Are you serious?" Wei Zhenfeng asked in a complicated tone, "'A little bit'?"
"You and I have only slept together ten times, how many times can that be?" Zhao Mian said lightly, "When we have slept a hundred times and drawn twenty 'positive's', it won't be too late to say more."
Wei Zhenfeng was stunned. He seemed to know what Zhao Mian was hinting at.
The journey from Shengjing to Shangjing was long, and it would take at least half a month to go back and forth at full speed. If he squeezed in some time, maybe he could...
"I'll try to visit you once every three months." Wei Zhenfeng asked expectantly, "I'll stay in Shangjing for ten days or half a month each time. Is that okay with you?"
Zhao Mian was quite surprised. He originally thought that it was good enough for Wei Zhenfeng to visit him once every six months, but he didn't expect Wei Zhenfeng to ask for once every three months.
Zhao Mian thought for a moment and said, "So, we are now changing from once a month to once a month?"
Wei Zhenfeng opened Zhao Mian's palm and put the ointment on it: "Are you stupid?"
Zhao Mian understood what Wei Zhenfeng meant. Reason told him that this was not a good idea. After three months of starvation, suddenly letting go and eating would damage his body like what happened yesterday.
But they had no better solution.
"Deal." Zhao Mian said, "Starting from today, you have to come to Beijing to have sex with me in April or May. I will wait for you."
The words "I will wait for you" made the little prince laugh again: "Then you must hide me well when the time comes."
"Do you want me to build a golden house in the East Palace to hide you?"
"A thatched hut is fine, I'm not picky." Wei Zhenfeng said, "Just make sure you don't let your fathers find out, especially Prime Minister Xiao."
"Are you afraid of my father?" Zhao Mian asked curiously, "I thought you weren't afraid of him."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his eyebrows: "Why do you think so?"
"I saw that you were calm and not nervous at all when facing him."
"Who said I wasn't nervous? I was just pretending." Wei Zhenfeng said seriously, "That's your father. I was almost dying of nervousness. You don't know..."
Under the bright moonlight, the boy recounted his feelings when he met the parents of the person he liked. His vivid appearance was particularly touching.
Zhao Mian couldn't help but pull him down and kissed him on the lips.
(End of this chapter)