Wei Zhenfeng's coronation date was set for April 9, only half a month away. Not only the Ministry of Rites was busy with this, but also the Foreign Affairs Court, which was responsible for diplomatic affairs. At the invitation of the Foreign Affairs Court, all countries would send envoys to Shengjing to watch the ceremony.
Among them, the document sent to Nanjing was written by Wei Zhenfeng himself. After Wei Zhenfeng finished writing, he did not forget to let Zhao Mian review it. This was to be read by Empress Dowager Xiao, so he could not be careless.
After Zhao Mian read the document, he gave it a "so-so" evaluation. Wei Zhenfeng then sent someone to deliver the document with confidence: "I wonder who Xiang Xiao will ask to come to Shengjing to watch the ceremony."
"It doesn't matter." Zhao Mian said, "It's enough for me to accompany you to the throne."
Wei Zhenfeng poked Zhao Mian's belly in a reproachful manner: "Have you forgotten about your son?"
"How is that possible?" Zhao Mian felt a little sorry that his son could not see Wei Zhenfeng ascend the throne, but Fanfan was too young to endure the journey. It would not be too late to bring him to Beiyuan in a few years when Fanfan no longer liked to breastfeed.
It has been a month since they left Shangjing. Zhao Mian and Wei Zhenfeng missed their son more and more. When they met the envoys from Nanjing who came all the way from Shangjing, the first thing they asked was about the little prince's recent situation.
The people sent by Xiao Shiqing to Shengjing to watch the ceremony were none other than Zhao Lin and Ji Jinzhi. These two were the top contributors to the destruction of the Tianque Sect's power in Nanjing. Xiao Shiqing obviously had other purposes in sending them. After the coronation ceremony, the two would depart from Shengjing and head to the border between Nanjing and Dongling to prepare for Nanjing's eastward expedition.
This is also what Zhao Mian meant.
Ji Jinzhi smiled and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, the little prince is fine."
Zhao Mian felt relieved, but still couldn't be happy. He said sadly, "Fanfan must miss us a lot."
"Yeah." As a new father, and having been separated from his son for such a long time, the usually open-minded Wei Zhenfeng sighed, "Fanfan will definitely be wondering where his biological dad who always hugs him has gone."
Zhao Mian felt more and more upset: "Will he cry even harder at night?"
Zhao Lin waved his hand, "That's not true at all. Fanfan is so happy in Yonghua Palace all day long. He eats and then sleeps, and then eats and then sleeps. He doesn't cry or make a fuss at night, and sleeps until dawn. He gained three and a half pounds in just one month. Father and little sister also play with him, and he smiles more than when you were here." His Royal Highness Prince Jing was cheerful and lively, "Don't worry, brother, your nephew doesn't miss you at all."
Zhao Mian: “…”
Wei Zhenfeng: "... Do you think you are good at comforting people?"
Zhao Lin was a little confused by the identical subtle expressions of Zhao Mian and Wei Zhenfeng. He looked at Ji Jinzhi for help and asked, "Did I say something wrong?"
Ji Jinzhi smiled and said, "No, but Your Majesty doesn't need to explain it in such detail."
No matter what, the two young fathers who were not missed were most relieved to know that the little prince was growing up healthy and happy.
Zhao Mian thought of another thing: "Zhao Lin."
Zhao Lin stood still: "My brother is here?"
Zhao Mian said: "From now on, you have to call Wei Zhenfeng 'sister-in-law'."
Zhao Lin was so frightened that his face turned pale: "... What?"
At night, Wei Zhenfeng held a banquet in the palace to welcome Zhao Lin and Ji Jinzhi. The banquet was not formal, more like a family dinner, and most of the guests invited were people Zhao Mian was familiar with, including Wei Huaiyi.
Since Wei Zhenfeng was determined to ascend the throne, Wei Huaiyi's heart knot was resolved, and his illness naturally recovered quickly. Wei Zhenfeng intended to train him and often brought him with him.
It was unknown whether Wei Zhenfeng did it on purpose or accidentally, but the two brothers who were obsessed with their brother were arranged to sit together. Just as Zhao Mian predicted, the two of them got along very well.
Zhao Lin: "My brother could write at the age of three."
Wei Huaiyi: "My second brother was able to fight at the age of five."
Zhao Lin: "My brother is supreme and noble, no one can compare to him."
Wei Huaiyi: "My second brother is handsome and unrestrained, and he is free and unrestrained."
Zhao Lin: "My brother can scold people until they cry."
Wei Huaiyi: "Second brother doesn't curse people very often, he usually just takes action."
Beiyuan's food was not as good as Nanjing's, but the wine was excellent, and it suited Zhao Mian's taste very well. Perhaps it was because the spring breeze was just right and the atmosphere was too warm, Zhao Mian drank a few more cups, and by the time the wine was finished and the crowd had left, he was already about five or six points drunk.
With others around, Zhao Mian was able to hold himself together and maintain his composure. After Wei Zhenfeng brought him back to the palace and asked all the palace people to leave, he was relieved to reveal his true colors and reached out for Wei Zhenfeng to hug him.
Wei Zhenfeng carried the clingy emperor to the bed and wanted to use a handkerchief to wipe Zhao Mian's face, but the other party grabbed his hand.
Zhao Mian held Wei Zhenfeng's hand in his arms and stopped him from leaving: "Why are you leaving? Come to bed."
The slightly tipsy Zhao Mian's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were hazy and revealed her usual arrogance, making her look even more radiant.
Wei Zhenfeng stared at me for a long time and said regretfully, "Thank you for your invitation, but you vowed to stay until the day I ascend the throne. Do you remember?"
Zhao Mian lowered his eyelashes and said hesitantly, "I remember, but we haven't done it for a long time."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his eyebrows and asked knowingly, "How long?"
Zhao Mian remembered it clearly: "Eleven days."
"Yes, for eleven days." Wei Zhenfeng said, "I have endured for so long, I beg you not to let me lose everything. You are drunk now and that's why I want it. If I really sleep with you, you will definitely blame me for not holding back when you wake up tomorrow. Give up, Zhao Mian, I won't fall into the trap."
The rejected emperor showed a dissatisfied look, frowned slightly and said: "I won't blame you, I can't help it."
"You have to endure it even if you can't help it." Wei Zhenfeng imitated Zhao Mian's tone, "I don't know who said it, if you can't even endure the affairs of love, how can you do great things?"
"… What I said is correct. But I don't want to endure it. I have everything I want, so I don't need to endure it." Zhao Mian narrowed his eyes, "Don't you want to sleep with me?"
Wei Zhenfeng's Adam's apple rolled again and again, and he said slowly: "I think I'm fine, I don't miss it very much."
"You're talking nonsense." Zhao Mian didn't believe such nonsense. Wei Zhenfeng was obviously having a harder time holding back than him. There were several times when he almost couldn't hold it back. It was only because of his reminder before Wei Zhenfeng came in that once he did it, he would have to forget about it for the next half month. Wei Zhenfeng was able to hold back until today.
Perhaps it was because he was intoxicated by the alcohol, but tonight he suddenly didn't want to endure it anymore. Who was he? There was no reason for him to suffer such a hardship.
Wei Zhenfeng couldn't help but laugh. It seemed that Mianmian was really drunk, as she could even say such vulgar words.
"I didn't." Wei Zhenfeng put on a sincere expression, "I am no longer the 18-year-old me. I can be satisfied with just my hands and mouth."
Feeling the heat from Zhao Mian's body, Wei Zhenfeng froze. He covered his eyes with his free hand, not wanting to look at Zhao Mian: "No, no, no, Mian Mian, think about it, if we fail today, then what's the point of us tossing and turning every night for the next eleven days and enduring it again and again?"
"I've come to terms with it. Life is short, and it's more important to enjoy life while you can." Zhao Mian insisted, "Let's do it."
Faced with Zhao Mian's request for sex, Wei Zhenfeng, who advocated suffering first and then sweetness, had to use his trump card: "I really can't do it tonight, I have something important to do." Wei Zhenfeng grasped Zhao Mian's "weakness" of always putting the overall situation first, and said, "You won't disturb me from doing my business, right?"
However, even a drunk Zhao Mian was not easy to deceive, not to mention that he was still conscious.
"The business is very important." Zhao Mian saw through it but didn't expose it. "You go ahead. I won't disturb you."
As a result, Wei Zhenfeng was forced to read the memorial late at night. Zhao Mian kept his word and did not pester him to go to bed with him. Instead, he found a book from somewhere and sat quietly beside him.
Zhao Mian was absorbed in reading, while Wei Zhenfeng was absent-minded in his work, and his eyes would drift to Zhao Mian uncontrollably from time to time. He found that the cover of the book Zhao Mian was reading looked familiar, so he asked, "What book are you reading?"
Zhao Mian said: "Feng Yue Tan, I found it on your bookshelf."
Wei Zhenfeng: “…”
He knew that Zhao Mian was not so easy to fool, but sorry, he was not so easy to seduce either.
Wei Zhenfeng smiled calmly and said, "This is a good book. I benefited a lot from it."
Zhao Mian said, "Since you recommend it so much, I will study it carefully." After that, there was no further comment.
If the enemy doesn't move, I won't move.
Sure enough, it didn’t take long before Wei Zhenfeng couldn’t help but ask: “Where did you see?”
"I saw the chapter 'Joy on Horseback'." Zhao Mian said slowly, "The book says that if you are on horseback, you don't need to move at all, just relying on the horse running, you and I can enjoy the ultimate joy - if you have the chance, do you want to try it?"
Wei Zhenfeng: “…”
Zhao Mian continued, "The book is also illustrated, and it does look very profound." Zhao Mian sighed softly, "I'm so envious."
Wei Zhenfeng: “…”
He couldn't stay in this bedroom for a moment.
Zhao Lin and Wei Huaiyi hit it off right away and had a great time talking to each other. After the palace banquet ended, they were still reluctant to leave. At Wei Huaiyi's invitation, Zhao Lin went to his bedroom and chatted with him for a long time before reluctantly saying goodbye.
On the way back to his residence, Zhao Lin passed by Chengming Palace and saw a figure sitting under the corridor drinking alone under the moon. He looked again and again to make sure he was not mistaken. That person was his sister-in-law, Wei Zhenfeng.
Zhao Lin thought that Wei Zhenfeng was driven out by his brother, so he walked up to her and gloated, "Why is sister-in-law sleeping on the floor here?"
Wei Zhenfeng thought to himself, what else could it be? Because your brother insisted on sleeping with me.
Wei Zhenfeng would certainly not spread the private affairs between him and Zhao Mian. He just smiled and said, "The king is pleased."
Zhao Lin drunkenly said happily: "I am so happy to see that my sister-in-law has no status in her own territory..."
Wei Zhenfeng did not comment, but called two eunuchs and ordered them to send His Royal Highness Prince Jing of Nanping away quickly.
Wei Zhenfeng was outside alone, feeling the cold wind. The calmer he felt, the calmer he became. The calmer he became, the clearer he realized one fact—he simply couldn't bear it anymore, and it would be of no use even if he felt the cold wind all night long.
I'm just going to endure it.
In the bedroom, Zhao Mian had already drunk the hangover soup sent by Bai Yu, and the drunkenness had mostly dissipated. He saw Wei Zhenfeng striding towards him and said, "You finally dared to come back? How calm are you?"
"Not very good." Wei Zhenfeng said nothing, pushed Zhao Mian onto the bed and pressed down on him.
Zhao Mian's eyes flashed with the pride of victory, but he made a push with his hand, pressing it against Wei Zhenfeng's chest: "Wait, I've thought about it, you are right, it should be kept until the day you ascend the throne, this way it will be more meaningful."
"Don't play tricks on me," Wei Zhenfeng looked at him solemnly and sneered, "You asked for this, isn't it too late to regret it now?"
The spring scenery is charming and the whole night is filled with joy.
When they woke up the next day, they continued their joy of the previous night. Together with the previous events, they made up a total of ten "positive" characters, but Wei Zhenfeng was still not satisfied. Thinking that this was the last wave of the month, he decided to maximize the effect of the contraceptive soup.
Zhao Mian put on his clothes and was about to call the palace maid to come over, but was stopped by Wei Zhenfeng: "You have drunk it now, and you can't do it anymore."
Zhao Mian asked: "I know, so what?"
"So, you wait for me for half an incense stick of time. After half an incense stick of time, let's do it again, okay?"
Zhao Mian was silent for a moment, then said, "You actually have to rest for so long before you can stand up and continue."
"Is half an incense stick long?" Wei Zhenfeng laughed, "Do you know how many times we did it last night? You can actually tell me that. Do you think I'm an inexhaustible mountain spring?"
"Forget it, don't force yourself." Zhao Mian sent back Wei Zhenfeng's words intact, "You are no longer the 18-year-old boy you were back then."
Zhao Mian refused to continue, and Wei Zhenfeng could not force him, so he had to let him lie on the bed to rest. He put on his coat and walked out of the bedroom, calling Bai Yu: "Prepare the contraceptive soup."
Before Bai Yu could speak, Wei Zhenfeng said, "Alright, alright, I know this is the last one."
Bai Yu said: "It's not the last one."
"… Um?"
"Didn't His Majesty tell the prince?" Bai Yu was a little surprised. "His Royal Highness Prince Jing brought a lot of rare and precious herbs from Dongling from Shangjing, including a large number of herbs needed to make contraceptive soup."
Wei Zhenfeng: “.”
Zhao Mian is awesome.
(End of this chapter)