Afterwards, Wei Zhenfeng went to Zhao Lin to inquire about it. It was a hundred times easier to fool Zhao Lin than to fool his brother. Wei Zhenfeng said a few words casually, and Zhao Lin confessed the truth without any defense, and he also confessed it in great detail.
The fact is that Zhao Mian had mentioned the medicinal materials in the letter he sent back to Nanjing, and had specifically emphasized that he should bring as many as possible. Wei Zhenfeng thought of Zhao Mian's expressions and reactions at the time, and for a moment he didn't know whether to praise Zhao Mian's acting skills or condemn himself for being blinded by beauty.
He had endured for so long, and had gone through wave after wave of fierce inner struggles. Not only was he ridiculed by Zhao Lin for running out to blow the cold wind in the middle of the night, but in the end he still worked all night based on the principle of making the best use of resources.
It was fun and he didn't regret it, nor was he too tired, but it was definitely bad for his health.
This was the second time Zhao Mian used contraceptive soup to play with him in bed. This was intolerable.
The consequence of the two young people eating too much one night was that they suddenly became indifferent and had no thoughts for two days. Their interactions before going to bed changed from kissing and hugging to eating, drinking, thinking about their son, and discussing business. People who were not in the know would think that they were a very pure and simple couple.
When Yun Yong brought him midnight snack, Zhao Mian was discussing with Wei Zhenfeng how to deal with the King of England and Concubine De. Throughout history, no emperor could tolerate someone who had almost ascended the throne to stay in the capital and continue to be a high-ranking official.
Generally speaking, the king would either send people to fiefdoms far from the capital, or directly liquidate them and eradicate them. Concubine De and her son had no real power, and Wei Zhenfeng had the evidence of Concubine De's "regicide", so even if they stayed in the capital, they would not cause any trouble. Wei Zhenfeng planned to wait until Wei Congchen came of age, then reward him with a throne, and then let him take Concubine De to the palace to live out his days.
As for the King of England, it is a bit difficult.
Wei Zhenfeng asked Zhao Mian for his opinion: "If it were you, what would you do?"
Zhao Mian said without hesitation: "Of course, there is no chance for him to turn things around."
"What a vicious heart of an emperor." Wei Zhenfeng said, "Sixth Uncle is my uncle and nephew after all. If it weren't for his cooperation, I would have to work twice as hard to get to where I am today. Isn't it a bad idea to kill the donkey after it has done its work?"
"It's not good, but if you want to secure the throne, you must restrict him." Zhao Mian sneered, "Do you want to maintain the status quo, let the King of England continue to be in charge of the Imperial Guards, and hand over your life and property to him? Then you are stupid."
Wei Zhenfeng was not angry at being mocked: "Stop scolding, stop scolding." He took something out of his sleeve and handed it to Zhao Mian: "Look."
Zhao Mian looked at the bronze token in his hand and was slightly surprised: "Is this... an order from the commander of the Beiyuan Imperial Army?"
Wei Zhenfeng nodded and said teasingly: "Do you think I'm really stupid? I have already done everything you said."
Zhao Mian asked: "How did you do it?"
Wei Zhenfeng said, "Sixth Uncle is a smart man. I invited him to dinner and gave him a few hints, and he took the initiative to hand over power. I plan to promote Ji Chong to the commander of the imperial guards. In this way, both the government and the people inside and outside the court will be trustworthy people. It won't be a big deal for me to leave Shengjing for a month or two occasionally."
This ending couldn't be better. Zhao Mian proudly praised: "Okay, I'll teach Fanfan this way from now on."
At this time, Shen Buci delivered a secret report from Qianjiyuan.
Zhao Mian glanced at the secret report and said, "It's about the Dongling incident. The Tianque Sect's troops are at the gates of the city. The capital is surrounded by enemies. Lu Wang can't hold on any longer."
"Oh? Tell me in detail." Wei Zhenfeng was as concerned about the situation in Dongling as Zhao Mian. While listening to Zhao Mian's story, he fed Zhao Mian a midnight snack.
Today's midnight snack is exquisite Nanjing pastries with warm milk. It is said that drinking milk before bed can help you sleep. Wei Zhenfeng took a sip and thought it tasted good. He asked, "Do you want to drink..."
Zhao Mian was watching seriously and was a little unhappy about being interrupted. He said without even raising his head, "No."
At this time, Nanjing was peaceful, Beiyuan was recuperating, but Dongling was in constant war. What surprised Zhao Mian was that Lu Wang and the Dongling royal family, who had compromised with the outside world when the Nanjing army pressed on, did not abandon the city and flee. It seemed that they were determined to defend the capital to the death and live and die with Dongling.
The Tianque Sect is bound to suffer heavy casualties in its attack on Kyoto, and now is the best time for Nanjing to send troops.
Zhao Mian immediately issued an order, ordering the national defense general He Changzhou to lead 100,000 elite troops to the southern border to be on standby at any time. He handed the written letter to Shen Buci and asked him to send it out as soon as possible. After doing this, he realized that Wei Zhenfeng had been quiet for a long time. He turned around and looked at Wei Zhenfeng, only to see that Wei Zhenfeng was holding a cup and drinking something sip by sip, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Zhao Mian asked: "What's wrong with you?"
"It's okay," Wei Zhenfeng smiled, "It's getting late, let's go to bed."
The two of them went to bed, and Zhao Mian was still thinking about the expedition to the east. He discussed with his bedmate: "After I accompany you to the throne, I will not return to Nanjing for the time being."
Wei Zhenfeng lay sideways beside Zhao Mian, supporting his head with one hand and casually unbuttoning Zhao Mian's pajamas with the other hand: "What do you mean?"
"I will personally go to the South East border to show my respect to the soldiers."
Wei Zhenfeng lowered his head, kissed Zhao Mian's neck and said absentmindedly: "Okay, I'll go with you then."
Zhao Mian was tickled by Wei Zhenfeng. He knew this was Wei Zhenfeng's signal for sex, and said incredulously, "You've recovered in just two days?"
Wei Zhenfeng smiled and said, "Two days is a long time, okay?"
Zhao Mian admired Wei Zhenfeng's energy and reluctantly admitted, "But I'm a little tired. I haven't digested it yet. I want to take another day."
"It won't tire you out." Wei Zhenfeng's lips moved from Zhao Mian's neck to his collarbone, all the way down, "Just lie down and open your legs."
Zhao Mian felt a little comfortable being kissed by Wei Zhenfeng, and did not push him away, closing his eyes and quietly enjoying the young man's breath. Until a strange feeling of pain came from his chest, he opened his eyes and looked down, and saw Wei Zhenfeng's long hair scattered on his chest.
"It hurts..." Zhao Mian groaned, "Don't use so much force."
Wei Zhenfeng raised his head from Zhao Mian and showed a shocked face: "Zhao Mian, you seem to be leaking something here."
Thanks to Wei Zhenfeng's bad mouth and the many times he slept with him, Zhao Mian developed the skill of sneering during love affairs.
"My son is already three months old, and you're still talking about milk leaking. Are you relying on the fact that it's inconvenient for me to draw my sword in bed?" Zhao Mian's eyes were sharp, "Can you be more rude?"
Wei Zhenfeng said seriously: "Really, I feel sweet in my mouth, if you don't believe me, try it yourself."
"How do you taste yourself?" Zhao Mian sneered, "Can you show me how?"
Zhao Mian tasted the taste on Wei Zhenfeng's tongue. It was indeed sweet, and also had a hint of... milk
Zhao Mian's face suddenly changed, and he hugged Wei Zhenfeng tightly, trying to distinguish the remaining taste in Wei Zhenfeng's mouth more deeply to confirm that the sweetness and milky taste were not his illusion.
When the two separated, the young emperor's expression was beyond description, as if all his three views had been overturned.
Wei Zhenfeng tried hard to hold back his laughter and spread his hands: "I told you, but you still don't believe me."
Zhao Mian couldn't understand and couldn't believe it. In horror, he kicked Wei Zhenfeng away and hurriedly gathered his clothes to cover the two red spots on his face that Wei Zhenfeng had made: "How, how could this happen?"
Could it be that he has some special physique that he doesn't know about, or did Dong Ling make some secret medicine and he accidentally took it
Zhao Mian was so strong that Wei Zhenfeng was kicked off the bed and almost suffered internal injuries.
Two low coughs were heard from under the bed, and a hand struggled to climb up the edge of the bed, followed by Wei Zhenfeng's head. The young man covered his chest and said, "You are not going to kill me, are you?"
"Don't come over here," Zhao Mian covered his pajamas tightly and shouted, "Stay away from me."
Zhao Mian's rare look of helplessness was really adorable, his expression and tone were extremely fierce, but his cheeks and ears were completely red because of his special physique that might be embarrassing.
Wei Zhenfeng felt like his heart was melting.
"Calm down, think positively." Wei Zhenfeng pretended to be reasonable, "Don't you always mind that Fanfan is more attached to the wet nurse? He will be more attached to you in the future."
"Is this the time to talk about this?" Zhao Mian was furious and blamed Wei Zhenfeng for all the mistakes he made. "You made me pregnant and it's not enough. You still want... I can't even say such obscene words!"
Wei Zhenfeng apologized sincerely: "I'm sorry, I just sucked too hard, do you want to kick again?"
Zhao Mian was inevitably a little flustered in the moment, but when he calmed down and thought about it, he immediately realized that something was wrong.
No, if Wei Zhenfeng had really sucked out something just now, given Wei Zhenfeng's character, he would definitely not have reacted like this now.
Zhao Mian narrowed his eyes and looked at Wei Zhenfeng, he felt that the pair of teardrop moles under the other's eyes seemed to be tainted with bad water.
Zhao Mian pondered for a moment, his eyes moved to the table beside him, tonight's midnight snack had not been taken away. He quickly got out of bed and walked to the table, picked up the cup used by Wei Zhenfeng and smelled it.
-really.
Zhao Mian's face darkened and a sneer appeared on his lips.
As expected of you, Wei Zhenfeng, you are so brave.
After so many years, the evil nature of this man has not changed at all, and he is still so hard to guard against.
Wei Zhenfeng knew he couldn't play anymore, so he pretended to be amazed: "Oh, yes, yes, I remember now, I drank some milk before going to bed and forgot to rinse my mouth, sorry."
Zhao Mian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, raised his hand calmly, pointed at the head of the bed and said, "Kneel down."
The smile on Wei Zhenfeng's face froze: "No, do you really need to speak your mind so frankly?"
Zhao Mian's eyes stabbed into Wei Zhenfeng like a knife.
Wei Zhenfeng said "yes" honestly, and knelt at the head of the bed with such skill that it made people feel distressed.
Wei Zhenfeng knelt until the eighth day of the fourth lunar month. He was going to ascend the throne the next day, but he knelt at the head of the bed the night before. He was as humble as he could be. But no matter how Zhao Mian threatened and lured him, he refused to promise "I won't do it again next time". He was so honest and brave that he had no temper.
Zhao Mian was simply convinced. Why did Wei Zhenfeng always use his vindictiveness in strange places
On the ninth day of April, Zhao Mian and Wei Zhenfeng got up early.
Inside Chengming Palace, a group of palace maids and eunuchs surrounded Wei Zhenfeng, while Zhao Mian stood aside and watched him put on the brand new dragon robe.
Nanjing's dragon robe is a dazzling bright yellow, while Beiyuan's is a calm and majestic black, with nine giant dragons embroidered on it with gold thread, which looks glorious, grand and majestic.
After Wei Zhenfeng put it on, he felt like something was missing. He looked at Zhao Mian and asked, "Why aren't you picky?"
Zhao Mian was speechless for a while: "You really want me to be picky?"
"Don't suppress yourself," Wei Zhenfeng said with a smile, "You wouldn't be yourself if you weren't picky."
Zhao Mian wanted to find fault, but he couldn't find anything to mock about Wei Zhenfeng.
The black dragon robe outlines the young man's slender figure and thin waist. The boy's childishness and immaturity have completely faded away, but his eyes and teardrop mole still maintain their timeless charm, like a bright moon in spring and a pillow of fresh breeze.
In his eyes, there was nothing impeccable about Wei Zhenfeng's appearance.
But since Wei Zhenfeng said so, of course he had to satisfy Wei Zhenfeng's request.
Zhao Mian said in a disdainful tone: "Beiyuan's dragon robe is much uglier than Nanjing's - black? What do you think?"
Wei Zhenfeng sighed: "Yes, that's the feeling."
Zhao Mian sneered, took the crown from Yun Yong, and said, "But it looks good on you."
Wei Zhenfeng was slightly stunned, then he raised his lips to smile and willingly lowered his head to Zhao Mian.
(End of this chapter)