Rong, Xuan…
These two words seemed to have an unusual meaning to Ji Fan. It was like a displaced ghost who suddenly found a place to stay, with concerns and ties. Although the Queen Mother had raised him, she inevitably wanted to use him as a bargaining chip to fight for power. The three thousand cavalrymen who followed him into Zhou were called guards, but in fact they were surveillance, fearing that Ji Fan would escape on the way and it would be difficult to explain to the Zhou Kingdom.
So no one knew that he was shackled and escorted to Shengjing by the Yan State cavalry...
It's an escort, not an escort.
With thousands of snowy mountains and winds, every step you take wears away your edges and corners, breaks your pride, and once you fall into the dust and mud, it is impossible to get up again.
He was like a discarded pawn, thrown away by the chess player, and landed in the most distant danger. From then on, life or death, good or bad, all depended on fate.
Ji Fan had buried those humiliating memories deep in his heart and never thought of them. But now, they were like a demon, surging wildly in his mind along with the night.
"Rong Xuan..."
Ji Fan had been smiling since he entered Zhou State. As time went by, he even forgot other expressions. He held Rong Xuan's face, his fingertips were filled with coolness. He pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he was smiling, but it made people feel endless sorrow: "When will you marry me?"
He looked straight at Rong Xuan and asked in a low voice, "When will you really marry me?"
Rong Xuan always felt that the ancients cared about their status, so he did not cross the line. He did not dare to tell Rong's father and mother about this matter rashly. He only thought about taking things step by step, but ignored Ji Fan's thoughts.
The other party should be extremely uneasy.
Ji Fan urgently needed a stronger relationship to bind herself and him tightly.
Rong Xuan's heart softened for a moment when he heard this. He slowly raised his hand and pushed aside the black hair on the side of Ji Fan's face, exposing the scar to the air without any cover. He asked in a low voice, "Who said I won't marry you?"
Rong Xuan now felt stupid. What was the point of all that empty formality? He was trying to make Ji Fan happy, but if he made the other party uneasy, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse
Rong Xuan glanced at the closed windows, then suddenly walked forward and opened the two carved windows. In the dark night outside, a full moon was hanging high, and the treetops were slanting out, forming a cluster of black silhouettes. The evening breeze blew through the cracks and holes in the rocks in the courtyard, making a humming sound. A cobblestone path meandered to the outside, shining brightly under the moonlight.
Rong Xuan pulled Ji Fan to the window, and suddenly stopped smiling. He looked at him seriously, "Ji Fan, if you are willing, I can marry you tonight. I didn't want to do it before because I thought it was too shabby. You are the prince, and you should have more dignified etiquette. I always wanted to give you better. But now that I think about it carefully, marriage is a matter between two people, and there is no need to follow the rules..."
He paused before saying, "If you are willing, we will swear in front of the moon and get married today. When the time is right, I will give you a grand wedding, okay?"
After Rong Xuan finished speaking, he lifted up the hem of his robe and knelt down facing the moon outside the window. He was alone when he came to this world, and his father and mother were not his biological children. Only the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were eternal and unchanging, and they were the only familiar things. Let them be witnesses.
Ji Fan was stunned for a moment, looking at Rong Xuan, wondering what he was thinking. After a moment, he quietly lifted his robe and knelt on the cold ground with him. If necessary, Ji Fan had knelt for countless people in his life, but this time he was willing to do it.
"Rong Xuan," Ji Fan suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "I have no wish or objection to...doing this to you."
As if he was afraid that Rong Xuan would regret it, he held Rong Xuan's right hand tightly, and bowed three times with him to the moon. He was extremely pious and serious. Although there were no lanterns and decorations, and no three thousand guests, there were stories of lanterns in his heart, like the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon, stretching endlessly and lasting for thousands of years.
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 36
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 32
Ding! Please note that the villain's blackness has been reduced to 30
A person can have thousands of reasons to do evil, and Rong Xuan's existence gives Ji Fan a reason to stop doing evil.
After bowing once, he thought of the long rest of his life, a life of holding hands and looking at each other, rather than being alone; after bowing twice, he thought of the spring flowers on the cold wood, rather than the abyss that was broken by frost; after bowing three times, he began to look forward to a glimmer of hope after escaping from the intrigue, rather than scheming all day long and ending up with nothing.
For the last bow, Ji Fan bowed his head deeply, maintaining that posture without moving, and did not stand up for a long time. A drop of burning liquid unexpectedly fell from his slightly red eye sockets, fell straight to the ground, and finally seeped silently into the cracks between the bricks, leaving a wet mark.
Rong Xuan seemed to have noticed something. He glanced at him, then stood up silently, closed the window, blew out the lights in the room, and in the dim darkness, took Ji Fan's hand and carried him sideways.
Rong Xuan carefully avoided the wound on Ji Fan's face, lowered his head and gently kissed the salty liquid in the corner of his eye. He felt his eyelashes tremble slightly, and whispered: "The etiquette is complete, you and I are already husband and wife, do you understand?"
Ji Fan's answer was a cautious kiss. His black hair cascaded down like water, like a smooth and cool piece of silk at night. His black nightgown made his skin look frosty white, like jade, and his waist was strong and flexible, so thin that it could not be grasped.
With red eyes, he called out softly: "Husband..."
Rong Xuan's Adam's apple tightened when he heard that, and he threw the man onto the bed and then approached him. His handsome eyes were blurred in the darkness, and his fingertips wrapped around a strand of black hair on Ji Fan's shoulder, and he smiled softly, "Be good, call me again and I'll hear you."
Ji Fan was so confused by his kiss that her whole body was trembling. When she heard his words, her voice became hoarse and she obediently called out "husband".
The lights in the house were off, and outside the yard, there was a sparse rain and strong wind. A peach tree finally blossomed, its petals pointed and pink, adorable. But the strong wind blew it all over the ground, and it was bullied beyond recognition, so pitiful.
The servant finally went to the doctor in the rain, but he saw no candlelight in the room of the Crown Prince, and it seemed that he had turned off the lights and gone to bed. The noisy rain covered the joyful voices that seemed to be crying and complaining, making it difficult to hear clearly.
The servant held up an umbrella and used his hands as a megaphone to shout into the old doctor's ear with difficulty, "I think our prince is already resting. Why don't you stay at the mansion for one night and come back to see the doctor tomorrow?"
The old doctor had a bad temper. Upon hearing this, he pushed him away with a slap and said angrily, "Why are you shouting? I'm not deaf. Why don't you find a house quickly? Can't you see that the rain is so heavy that it's almost drowning everyone?!"
It rained heavily all night and the sky cleared up only at dawn.
The maid who was serving the washing and brushing her teeth wandered outside the courtyard for a long time and did not dare to go in. She looked up at the sun in the sky and thought that the Crown Prince would have woken up at this time of the day, so why was the door closed today and there was still no movement
She waited for about half an hour, and finally heard someone calling her from inside. She hurriedly took the water to wash her face, lowered her head and pushed the door open. She couldn't see anything clearly because of the screen. She only heard the Crown Prince's voice, which was completely different from usual. It was weak and hoarse with some kind of satisfaction after the event: "Go, fill the pool..."
The maid knew that he was going to take a bath, so she quickly obeyed the order and left. She asked someone to boil hot water to fill the bathtub in the compartment, prepared clean clothes, and then closed the door and left.
The room was in a mess, separated by a screen.
Ji Fan closed his eyes and lay on Rong Xuan, his black hair flowing and covering his exposed body. He gently rubbed Rong Xuan's shoulder, too tired to even lift his fingers, looking sleepy and tired.
Rong Xuan lifted the quilt and looked inside curiously. There was a piece of coagulated blood on the sheet. He wondered if it was because his technique was too poor or if it was because all the ladies in this era would bleed. How could he see blood for no reason? He didn't want to admit that it was the former.
Ji Fan felt the cold wind coming in, and lazily opened his eyes and looked at him: "What are you looking at?"
Rong Xuan didn't want to appear to be an ignorant newbie, so he immediately shook his head and said, "Nothing."
He lifted the quilt and stood up, carrying Ji Fan directly into the pool behind the screen. The hot water submerged his whole body and dispelled the chill in the air.
Rong Xuan looked at Ji Fan's face carefully and found a blood scab. Maybe it was because of the dark blood color, but it looked more obvious than yesterday: "Let's go see the doctor later. Maybe it will heal faster after taking medicine."
Ji Fan entangled him like a water demon, with the heat rising, and the beautiful eyebrows and eyes were blurred, with a cinnabar mole standing out: "Why, do you dislike me?"
Rong Xuan thought that this person just liked to make trouble for no reason: "Is hiring a doctor for you considered disliking you? Then you should never see a doctor in the future."
Ji Fan just said it casually. He put his chin on Rong Xuan's shoulder and said lazily: "I know, I'll go and see it later."
Thinking of Xuanyuan Qing, my hatred for him increased a little more.
They had not washed for long when a servant suddenly announced in a low voice outside the door: "Your Highness, Zhao Su is here to visit."
Rong Xuan and Ji Fan were both stunned when they heard this. Zhao Su was shot by an arrow last night, so why did he come here today? Didn't he even care about his injury
Ji Fan didn't seem to be panicked: "Got it, lead him to the waterside pavilion and wait."
Rong Xuan looked at him and said, "Why, you want to meet her?"
Ji Fan glanced at him and said something shocking: "It's not my opinion, but yours. Aren't you conceited about your intelligence? How come you can't even figure out why she came here? Last night in the wine cellar, you took away the accounts of the Ministry of Revenue, so why wouldn't she look for it?"
At this point, Ji Fan suddenly remembered something. He gently hooked Rong Xuan's Adam's apple with his fingertips and said firmly: "You already knew that she was a girl, right?"
Rong Xuan smiled and said half-truthfully, "She has delicate skin and tender flesh, and is small in stature. You can tell she is a girl at first glance, but you just can't tell."
Ji Fan sneered when he heard this, not knowing whether it was a mockery or sarcasm, and said with a hint of meaning: "She is really brave."
After saying this, he stood up from the water, put on his clothes, turned around and looked at Rong Xuan: "You go see her, I will go later."
Ji Fan had a facial injury, so he naturally would not go to see Zhao Su in this manner. The most urgent thing was to find a doctor to see his injury. His attitude towards Zhao Su depended largely on the severity of his injury. If the facial injury was serious, Zhao Su and his party would naturally be in trouble.
Rong Xuan also quickly washed and put on his clothes. He saw Ji Fan sitting in front of the mirror, with deep furrows between his brows, still worried about the wound on his face. He quietly approached him, avoiding the wound and kissed him lightly on the face, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness the Crown Prince is as handsome as ever, and even more heroic."
He is praising Jifan.
After saying this, he smiled, put on his coat, pushed the door open and went out.