These words exploded in Shen An's heart like a thunderbolt, setting off a violent wave.
But years of habit made him not show any emotion on his face.
should be grateful.
King An took him in when he was in trouble, raised him carefully for many years, and now he is still worried about his marriage.
He should be grateful.
However, his lips moved slightly, but the words of promise could not be uttered.
Why
Before he could figure it out, he heard King An's doubtful, "Huh?"
There seemed to be a touch of anger, with a condescending majesty.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly became quiet, and everyone's eyes fell on him.
Shen An only felt like a thorn in his back, restless.
"… yes"
"Father." Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yan Chun's voice.
King An turned his head when he heard the words, and looked at Yan Chun with a smile as usual, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
"What's wrong? Chun'er."
Yan Chun moved the stool a little towards King An, hugged his arm and acted like a baby as usual, "Father, don't let Brother Shen An get married yet, okay?"
"Why?" The smile on Wang An's face grew stronger, and his eyes became colder.
Yan Chun also noticed something, let go of King An's arm, and sat upright.
"Brother Shen An is married, it will be inconvenient for me to go to play with him again, so let Brother Shen An stay with me for a few more years, okay?"
Wang An raised his hand and touched his head, his tone was good and funny, "Chun'er, you will be crowned in two years, and you have won the third prize again, and you will be an official soon, so you can't be as glamorous as a child anymore." Thinking about playing."
"But… "
"No but!" Wang An's voice suddenly sank, but it was only for a moment, and his gentleness returned, "This matter is settled like this. After An'er gets married, it's time to discuss marriage with you."
"Yes!" Princess An looked at the two of them with relief, her voice was a little emotional, "The children have really grown up."
Prince An nodded when he heard the words, and looked at Shen An with a smile, as if waiting for an answer.
Shen An couldn't be silent, so he could only close his eyelids halfway to hide the expression in his eyes.
"Thank you, my lord!" he replied.
That night.
Yan Chun sat on the floor of Zangshu Pavilion, holding a collection of poems in his hand.
His eyes were firmly glued to the book, as if he was reading it seriously, but the attendants at the side knew that this page was the one that had just been opened, and had never been turned over again.
The attendant looked at the night outside the window, and reminded in a low voice: "My lord, it's already Haishi, it's time to rest."
Yan Chun finally came to his senses when he heard the words, but he didn't move. Instead, he raised his hand and turned a page of the book, and said calmly, "I'll read it later."
"My lord, reading at night hurts your eyes, or..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Chun began to read the book without emotion.
"A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without a blind date. Raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people."
Originally, he just read it subconsciously, but just after the word "person" was finished, Yan Chun suddenly became hoarse.
"My son?"
Yan Chun didn't respond, and turned his head to look out. Through the wooden tallow window, he could see that the moon was bright outside.
"The moon does not drink, and the shadow follows me. I will be with the moon for a while, and the joy must reach the spring." It has long been a poem that he has memorized by heart, and he can memorize it without reading it.
The book fell to the ground, and Yan Chun stood up.
The moonlight outside the window is like a half-covered beauty.
Throughout the ages, literati often use the bright moon as a metaphor for beauty, and it is not without reason.
He suddenly remembered when he went to find Shen An today.
He sat in his study, and his desk was full of portraits.
Above are all kinds of women.
Some have beautiful looks, while others are gentle and dignified.
Yan Chun couldn't explain why for a while, and felt uncomfortable.
But still as usual, he ran to Shen An with a smile, hugged his arm and asked knowingly: "Brother, what are you doing?"
As if being burned by fire, Shen An pushed him away calmly, with a faint voice, unable to hear sorrow or joy, "Choose a relative."
Yan Chun suddenly felt that the smile on his face couldn't hold back.
He turned his face away, his eyes fell on the paintings on the table, he picked up a pair and looked at it, "Did you choose it? Which one do you like?"
Shen An shook his head, "Not yet."
Yan Chun smiled and said: "Is it because there are too many beauties that my brother is too picky?"
Shen An turned his head to look out of the window, without looking at him, and replied lightly: "There are some."
From this direction, Yan Chun couldn't see Shen An's expression, but could only see his slightly rolling Adam's apple.
For some reason, Yan Chun wanted to go over to him and kiss him, even though it was something he also had.
After he realized what he was thinking, his heart was in a mess, and the tips of his ears turned red.
He put down the portrait in a panic, picked up another portrait, and said to Shen An as if he was eager to cover up something: "Brother, this one is pretty good."
Hearing this, Shen An turned his head, took the portrait from his hand, and didn't even look at it, but his fingertips were too hard, and a wrinkle was pinched on the edge, like footprints in a piece of white snow.
"Okay." Shen An held the corner of his mouth and smiled at him as usual.
Yan Chun felt a sudden soreness in his heart, as if he had been cut open and poured a bowl of bitter wine. He was so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry.
Yan Chun didn't know what happened to him.
There was a sudden burst of anger.
He stood up, with a sour tone, "Then congratulate Brother Shen An in advance."
After finishing speaking, without waiting for Shen An to reply, he walked out without looking back.
"Zi You, bring me some wine." Yan Chun said suddenly.
"My lord, if you drink so late, you will have a headache tomorrow."
Yan Chun was a little impatient, and he emphasized his tone, "Go!"
The attendant had no choice but to get up and get him some wine.
The prince and concubine are strict, and Yan Chun has never drank much since he was a child, so after three drinks, his whole body becomes erratic.
He picked up the wine glass and faced the moon in the distance, his cheeks were flushed, and his tongue was slightly tied, "He wants, we are married, you have a drink with me."
Saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
"My lord, don't drink." The attendant came over worriedly, trying to take away the wine in his hand.
Yan Chun pushed him away, picked up the jug, and hugged him, "Leave me alone."
"Your Majesty." Zi You softened his tone, and slowly coaxed him, "You can't drink anymore, it will be bad if the prince finds out tomorrow."
Yan Chun glared at him when he heard the words, "I'm not a child anymore, can the Lord not do this?"
As he spoke, Yan Chun didn't know what he thought of, and there was some grievance in his voice, "I'm not a child anymore, I'm not even a child anymore."
After finishing speaking, he took a sip directly at the jug.
Seeing this, the attendant was startled, and quickly reached out to grab the jug from Yan Chun's hand, but he pushed it away.
Then I saw him stumbling and walking outside.
"My lord, where are you going?" The attendant rushed to catch up.
Yan Chun turned around and ordered to him: "Go back, don't follow me."
"But… "
"Go back!" Yan Chun was so serious for the first time, the attendant was stunned, stopped, nodded and said: "Yes."
Yan Chun ignored him and continued to walk outside.
He actually didn't know where he was going, but his footsteps seemed to know the direction, and he walked straight forward.
He seemed to have a premonition, and took another sip as if he was emboldened.
When he stopped at the familiar door, he was already half asleep.
When they arrived, Yan Chun didn't dare to knock on the door for a while, and sat on the ground holding the flagon, and began to recall where he had recited the poem just now.
"I sing the moon and linger... My dancing shadow is messy... When I wake up, I have sex... When I'm drunk, I disperse..."
Alcohol eroded his nerves, his brain was a little drowsy, and he could recite a poem intermittently.
Before he finished reciting, the door behind him suddenly opened.
Yan Chun looked back, only to see Shen An wearing a moon-white singlet, standing at the door, looking at him quietly.
Yan Chun rested his chin on one hand and smiled, "Brother, you haven't slept yet."
Shen An reached out to help him up, looked at the jug in his hand, and frowned slightly, "Why are you drinking?"
"Yeah." Yan Chun nodded, threw himself into his arms as usual, closed his eyes and said, "Brother, I'm dizzy, hug me."
Shen An's body stiffened for a moment, but he still responded: "Okay."
He stretched out his hand to hold Yan Chun in his arms, walked out, and said in a low voice, "I'll take you back."
However, as soon as he took a step, he felt a small resistance.
Shen An lowered his head and saw Yan Chun's little finger was knocking on the door, as if he refused to leave.
"I don't want to go back." Yan Chun said, putting his arms around Shen An's neck, "Can I sleep with my brother tonight? Like when I was a child."
Shen An felt so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment. He pressed his lips tightly until he tasted a faint fishy smell in his mouth, and then he suppressed the emotions in his heart.
"No! I'll take you back." Shen An refused.
"Brother." There was a trace of pain in Yan Chun's voice, he frowned and said in distress: "I have a headache."
A crack finally appeared on Shen An's face, and he hurriedly asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"Yeah." Yan Chun nodded.
Shen An didn't hesitate anymore, turned around and entered the room with him in his arms, carefully put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and picked up his clothes to put on.
"I'm going to ask the doctor."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chun sat up, smiling like a cunning little fox.
"You!" Shen An instantly understood.
He put down his clothes, sighed, stepped forward to cover his quilt, and said: "If you want to sleep here, you can sleep here. I will sleep in the study."
When Yan Chun heard this, his chubby eyes blinked, and the ends of the eyes turned red, "Why? Didn't we often sleep together before?"
"It's different." Shen An looked at his moist eyes, and lowered his voice, for fear that if he was not careful, the tears hidden there would pour out.
Yan Chun turned his head away, with a difficult voice, "Because you are getting married? Will someone else sleep here from now on?"
As Yan Chun said, he patted the jade pillow beside him.
Shen An patted his arm through the quilt, as if to comfort him, "In a few years, you should also get married."
After Yan Chun heard this, his palms trembled slightly, and he clenched the flagon in his arms.
The jug was already warmed by his warmth, but at some point, it was completely cold again.
Shen An saw his sadness, but forced himself to suppress it, and didn't say anything.
After a long time, he stood up and said to Yan Chun, "Go to bed early."
Just as he was about to leave, someone grabbed his wrist, and a strong attack struck him, and he was pulled back again.
As soon as he sat down, Yan Chun crawled out of the quilt and knelt down in front of him.
"Brother, I think something is wrong with me."
The distance between them was too close, and Shen An felt it was difficult to breathe.
"What?"
Yan Chun lowered his head halfway, a large swath of red spread from his neck to the tips of his ears.
"I don't want you to get married."
When Shen An heard the words, there was a flash of pain in his eyes, and his voice was dry, "It's always inevitable that you don't get used to it for a while. I promise, whether you get married or not, you are the most important in my heart."
"It's not that I'm not used to it." Yan Chun grabbed his hand and pressed it to his chest.
Shen An seemed to be burned by fire, and wanted to back up, but was held tightly.
Yan Chun suppressed his embarrassment, looked at him, and said: "It's hard to feel here, and I'm also very... jealous."
"Don't talk nonsense." Shen An shouted lightly.
Yan Chun couldn't bear it anymore, tears dripped down, he rushed over, hugged Shen An, choked up and said: "Brother, why do you think this is? This kind of feeling is so strange, I don't want to see you get married with someone else. Thinking of spending the rest of my life with you is someone else, I am so jealous, brother, do you think I like you?"
Hearing the last sentence, Shen An couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his arms to hug Yan Chun, and hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to melt him into his body.
His eyes were sour, and he was about to shed tears, but his voice was still cold, "No, we grew up together, you're just not used to it."
When Yan Chun heard this, he broke away from his embrace like crazy, his eyes were red, and he glared at him.
"No!" He said bitterly, "It's not that I'm not used to it."
Shen An turned his head and got up to leave, but was held back by Yan Chun again.
"I like it, do I like you? Brother, do I like you?" Yan Chun buried his head in his palm, tears dripped down, burning him with pain.
Shen An closed his eyes fiercely. After a long time, he sighed and finally made up his mind.
Then he sat down again and hugged Yan Chun into his arms.
As soon as Yan Chun approached him, he cried even more fiercely.
Shen An wiped his tears with his sleeve, and coaxed him softly, "Don't cry."
Yan Chun felt more fierce, and asked while crying, "Brother, do I like you?"
Shen An heard the words, sighed, put his forehead against his forehead, eyes to his eyes, and asked: "Don't you know?"
Yan Chun hugged him tightly, buried his eyes on his shoulders, and said hoarsely, from the bottom of his heart, "I like it, I like it."
Shen An turned his head sideways, looked at the person in his arms, his eyes were dark, his lips touched his long hair lightly, and he replied in a hoarse voice, "I like it."
Yan Chun was tired from crying, and finally stopped the tears. He rested his head on Shen An's shoulder, and when he turned his head, he saw his slightly open skirt and protruding Adam's apple.
Yan Chun suddenly became a little nervous, his fingers gripped Shen An's sleeves tightly, his forehead rubbed against his neck, then slowly raised his head, and moved closer to his neck.
Getting closer, he pressed his lips together.
However, it was only for a moment before Shen An pushed him away.
Yan Chun was a little disappointed, he just touched it, so he raised his head and called him dissatisfied, "Brother."
Shen An ignored him, hurriedly pushed him into the quilt, and said seriously: "Sleep."
Yan Chun curled his lips, and said aggrievedly: "You just said that you like me, can't you just kiss me?"
Shen An's eyes moved slightly, he turned his head, and repeated without words: "Sleep."
Seeing his resolute attitude, Yan Chun had no choice but to lie down, turned his head to one side, and saw the jug that had just been thrown beside the pillow, his eyes rolled, and he had an idea.
There was no sound on the bed for a long time, Shen An thought he was asleep, so he slowly turned his head.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, Yan Chun's face enlarged in front of him, and something soft touched his lips.
As soon as Shen An realized that it was Yan Chun's lips, someone took a sip of wine from his mouth.
I don't know what kind of wine it is, but it is really intoxicating, Shen An's eyes are dizzy, and his whole body is going to float.
Then he saw Yan Chun's lips opening and closing, and asked him, "Brother, we are all drunk, so it's okay."
Shen An wanted to answer, but couldn't speak, so he simply reached out to cover Yan Chun's head, and kissed her.