RMACAUH Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Pity him, he hasn’t even held a langjun’s hand before…

Chapter 13 Chapter 13 Pity him, he hasn’t even held a langjun’s hand before…

Empress Chen nodded with gratification, “You are not arrogant or impetuous. These years at the border have tempered a lot of your arrogance, and now you can finally calm down.”

“Does Mother still see me as I was at fifteen?”

“Sharpness is not always a good thing. The higher you climb, the harder you fall. Your royal grandmother has always been dedicated to cultivating your eldest brother, and now you are deeply loved by your father. Do you know what kind of situation you will face?”

Feng Yue’s expression couldn’t help but become serious, “I will become the target of public criticism.”

Empress Chen: “You have really grown up and can plan ahead. What you need to do now is to avoid the limelight. Think of danger in times of safety, and overcome difficulties with knowledge of worries.”

After finishing the meal with his mother, Xu Baobao came to urge him, and Feng Yue followed Xu Baobao to the imperial study.

As usual, the emperor reviewed the memorials while picking out some local political problems to test him, and Feng Yue could only answer one or two.

Until noon, the palace servants began to set the meal, and the emperor kept Feng Yue to eat together.

At the table, the father and son were very peaceful, appearing to be a picture of fatherly kindness and filial piety.

The emperor didn’t eat much. After rinsing his mouth, he pondered for a moment before saying to Feng Yue, “These two days, you should go to the Wenyuan Pavilion to follow Liu Wenyong to sort out documents. If you don’t understand anything, you can ask him for advice.”

Liu Wenyong is a Grand Scholar of the Wenyuan Pavilion, with outstanding knowledge and is well-versed in ancient and modern times. Feng Yue also felt that this was indeed a good place. Without an official position, he could learn something and didn’t have to run to the emperor’s side every day to attract attention.

After finishing the meal in the palace, Feng Yue was wholeheartedly thinking about Xiaofeng. As soon as the emperor left, he hurriedly left the palace, without even having time to pay his respects to Empress Chen.

He arranged for Wei Xiaofeng to stay in the Rain and Mist Pavilion in the East Courtyard. This place was relatively secluded, and usually no one would come.

Only Yuan Gonggong was guarding outside the courtyard. Seeing him return, he stepped forward to salute, “Wangye.” (Prince)

“Is he awake?”

“No, still sleeping.”

Feng Yue took a breath and strode into the house. Yuan Gonggong tactfully didn’t follow in, and closed the door for their Wangye.

Lifting the beaded curtain, Feng Yue looked worriedly at Wei Xiaofeng, who was still sleeping on the bed. He reached out and pinched his cheek, which was soft and elastic. His originally fair face was flushed from sleeping, which was very attractive.

Feng Yue lay down on his side, his arm over his head, his fingertips fiddling with his hair. Xiaofeng’s hair was fine, dense, and soft, like the finest silk. He used to like to wrap it around his fingertips in circles.

Feng Yue mischievously blew into his ear and whispered, “How can you sleep so much? You’ve been sleeping for a whole day and night.”

“Mmm!” Wei Xiaofeng frowned unhappily, rubbed his itchy ear, turned his back, and continued to sleep.

Feng Yue’s chest trembled with pleasant laughter, chasing after him and wrapping around him, “Wei Little Pig, aren’t you hungry after sleeping for so long?”

Half-asleep, Wei Xiaofeng only felt like there was a mosquito buzzing in his ear, constantly disturbing him. He scratched his hand, trying to drive it away, but he couldn’t get rid of it no matter what.

The mosquito also fiercely bit his neck, sucking him until he felt numb and sore. He struggled to wake up from his dream, scratching the side of his neck where the mosquito bit him. His vision was blurry, and there were many figures walking outside the swaying beaded curtain.

One of the figures was particularly eye-catching, tall and straight, like a towering pine tree on a snowy mountain, excessively eye-catching.

As he looked at it, Wei Xiaofeng had an inexplicable sense of familiarity, which made his heart feel faintly stuffy, but he couldn’t remember who this person was.

Until the aroma of food wafted in from outside the curtain, Wei Xiaofeng felt his intestines churning, simply starving.

He suddenly flipped over, but the soreness in his muscles made him fall back onto the bed. He stared at the white tent roof with his eyes open, wanting to cry without tears: “I am already a useless person.”

“Awake?”

That smiling voice was like a spring breeze caressing his face, gentle and moving.

Wei Xiaofeng blankly turned his head to look outside the tent, seeing that jade-like man, not knowing when he had walked over, but his face was wearing a mask, so he couldn’t see what he looked like.

“Ah…” Wei Xiaofeng blinked his eyes in confusion, “How did I get here? Where is this? Who are you? Where did that fellow who was with me go?”

“I am yours,” Feng Yue originally wanted to tease him, but after a second thought, he decided not to scare him with this new identity, so he gave up and said, “I am your savior, this is the backyard of my house. The fellow who was with you is no longer in danger.”

Hearing that Sang Cai’s life was not in danger, Wei Xiaofeng breathed a sigh of relief first. Then he realized that the man in front of him was his savior, and Wei Xiaofeng climbed up, intending to kowtow to him, but as soon as he moved, he realized that his foot hurt even more, and his whole body swayed and fell forward.

Feng Yue took advantage of the situation to catch him, holding him in his arms, and couldn’t help but tease him, “Little Gongzi is so enthusiastic, aren’t the stories all about repaying the grace of saving a life with one’s body? Just right, I’m twenty and haven’t formally married yet, you…”

Wei Xiaofeng was so frightened that he pushed him away violently, staggering and falling back onto the bed: “You, you can’t do this! This, what is this called gratitude, holding what hostage?”

“Hmm, holding gratitude for repayment.”

“Yes! This is called holding gratitude for repayment!”

Feng Yue laughed heartily: “So, you’re not willing?”

Wei Xiaofeng had a serious face: “You saved my life, so I have to marry you. Then next time, if an old man saves me, I also have to marry an old man? What’s the reasoning behind this? You look decent, how can you have such thoughts?”

Feng Yue held his chin and pretended to think seriously: “Little Gongzi is right, I was being abrupt.”

If Feng Yue pressed him step by step, Wei Xiaofeng would definitely rise up in resistance, but he suddenly reasoned with him, which instead made Wei Xiaofeng feel guilty.

“I will remember your life-saving grace for the rest of my life. In the future, if I have the opportunity to repay you, I will not hesitate to go through fire and water!”

Saying that, Wei Xiaofeng bowed to him with incomparable solemnity and respect.

Feng Yue helped him up, put away his rogue-like frivolous appearance, and sighed softly, “I thought Little Gongzi was handsome and lovely, so I couldn’t help but tell you a joke, don’t blame me.”

Wei Xiaofeng helplessly said: “Which decent langjun would tell this kind of joke to a ge’er? But I am broad-minded, and you saved my life, so naturally I won’t blame you.”

Feng Yue made a bow to Wei Xiaofeng in a proper manner: “Thank you Little Gongzi for your generosity.”

“You, you don’t have to…” Wei Xiaofeng’s face was flushed red, and he waved his hands repeatedly. Why did he suddenly become so polite again?

His stomach continued to rumble happily, starving to the point of stomach pain.

Feng Yue was a little annoyed, he must be very hungry, and he teased him for a while, it was really not right.

“Your foot is injured, you can’t walk, I’ll carry you over.”

“No! Not appropriate! Absolutely not!”

Before he could refuse again, Feng Yue forcefully picked him up horizontally and walked towards the living room.

Wei Xiaofeng’s fair face turned red again, he was so strong, he could easily pick up such a big person.

“Aren’t you Dislike me Is it heavy?” (Don’t you find me heavy?)

Feng Yue couldn’t help but smile: “With your small body, how heavy can you be?”

Wei Xiaofeng secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In the future, when he looks for a langjun, he must find someone who is strong and sturdy, otherwise, if he can’t carry him, he will Dislike him heavy!

Because they were so close, Wei Xiaofeng’s nose touched his front lapel, and that cold fragrance was inhaled, almost stopping his heart from beating.

This fragrance…

He had also smelled it on Guangling Wang. (Guangling Prince)

Afraid of making a mistake, Wei Xiaofeng secretly sniffed again. His small movements were seen by Feng Yue, like a puppy doing bad things!

“What are you smelling?”

“Ah—!” Wei Xiaofeng’s face was completely red, staring at him blankly. The embarrassment and shame of being caught made his mind go blank.

He was so easily shy, Feng Yue suddenly wanted to kiss him, to tease him severely, would he blush and cry from shame?

In his previous life, he became particularly gloomy because of his crippled legs, so he was unable to consummate.

Occasionally, when he hugged Xiaofeng at night, he would have some impulses, but these impulses would quickly dissipate.

It’s laughable to say that normal men are enlightened on this matter at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Before he was fifteen, he liked martial arts and weapons. In those years at the border, he began to understand things vaguely, but he was too proud to compromise.

Later, he married a wife at the age of twenty-three, but he was full of disgust and resentment, deliberately ignoring her and not touching her.

In two lifetimes, he has never tasted the pleasure of spending a spring night in a warm tent.

Feng Yue carefully placed the person on the stool, poured out the black chicken soup, and said, “This soup has been stewed with some herbs to nourish qi and blood over low heat, try it.”

“Hmm.” Wei Xiaofeng curled up all ten toes, pretending to bury his head in drinking the soup seriously.

Feng Yue picked up the jade chopsticks and ate dinner with him, and if he tasted a dish that he thought was good, he would put an extra chopstick into the jade plate in front of him.

Wei Xiaofeng was careful and cautious, and he ate all the dishes that were clipped into his jade plate.

“Still don’t know the benefactor’s name?” Wei Xiaofeng bit the chicken leg in his hand and looked up at him.

“My family calls me A Yue. You look younger than me, why not call me A Yue gege?” (older brother)

Wei Xiaofeng choked, “Call you gege?”

“What’s wrong with calling me gege?”

“I haven’t called anyone gege like this before!” Wei Xiaofeng was embarrassed: “When I was at home, I called them big brother, big sister, second brother, second sister.”

Feng Yue smiled and didn’t embarrass him any further.

After Wei Xiaofeng finished eating, he glanced at the darkening sky and said embarrassedly, “I want to see Sang Cai… that fellow who was with me, can I?”

“Of course, but the courtyard he lives in is a bit far from here.”

“Then…”

“I can carry you there. For the reward, how about calling me a good gege to listen to?”

“I don’t want you to carry me.” Wei Xiaofeng was cramped on the stool, staring at his bandaged feet, his heart full of helplessness.

“Can you walk there yourself?” Feng Yue was determined to hear him say ‘good gege’.

“I’m in so much pain, let alone walk, I might not even be able to crawl.”

Feng Yue sighed softly: “Then you say a way.”

“You carry me on your back, okay?”

“Okay, but you have to say something nice.”

“Hmm… alright!”

Feng Yue turned his back to him and squatted down in front of him, “Come on, say something nice for me to hear first.”

Wei Xiaofeng’s handsome face flushed red, and he mumbled for a long time before calling out vaguely, “Good gege, carry me on your back.”

“Ha…” The corners of Feng Yue’s mouth couldn’t help but rise, his whole heart was about to melt, “Come up.”

Fortunately, this person was not that bad. If he followed the pole to tease him again, he might have to make a scene.

He hadn’t thought about how to make a scene yet, maybe just cry and never pay attention to him again.

Feng Yue walked very slowly, along the long corridor of the backyard. The cold moon illuminated a large lake in the courtyard, and the swaying waves rippled with the wind.

“Cold?”

“A little bit.” He was warm all over, so he didn’t feel cold.

“Bury your head down, don’t let the wind blow on you.”

Wei Xiaofeng’s heart suddenly beat wildly, this person… I don’t know how many ge’er and jiejie he has teased, pity him, he hasn’t even held a langjun’s hand before, and he can’t stand being teased like this, how can he bear it?

Feng Yue carefully placed the person on the stool, and the cold moon reflected the magnificent lake.

Because they were extremely close, Wei Xiaofeng’s nose touched his front lapel, and that cold fragrance was inhaled, almost stopping his heart from beating.

This fragrance…

He had also smelled it on the Guangling Wang.

Afraid of making a mistake, Wei Xiaofeng secretly sniffed again. His small movements were seen by Feng Yue, like a puppy doing bad things!

“What are you smelling?”

“Hah—!” Wei Xiaofeng’s face was flushed red, staring at him blankly. The embarrassment and shame of being caught made his mind go blank.

He was so easily shy, Feng Yue suddenly wanted to kiss him, to tease him severely, would he blush and cry from shame?

In his previous life, he became particularly gloomy because of his crippled legs, so he was unable to consummate.

Occasionally, when he hugged Xiaofeng at night, he would have some impulses, but these impulses would quickly dissipate.

It’s laughable to say that normal men are enlightened on this matter at the age of fifteen or sixteen. Before he was fifteen, he liked martial arts and weapons. In those years at the border, he began to understand things vaguely, but he was too proud to compromise.

Later, he married a wife at the age of twenty-three, but he was full of disgust and resentment, deliberately ignoring her and not touching her.

In two lifetimes, he has never tasted the pleasure of spending a spring night in a warm tent.

Feng Yue carefully placed the person on the stool, poured out the black chicken soup, and said, “This soup has been stewed with some herbs to nourish qi and blood over low heat, try it.”

“Hmm.” Wei Xiaofeng curled up all ten toes, pretending to bury his head in drinking the soup seriously.

Feng Yue picked up the jade chopsticks and ate dinner with him, and if he tasted a dish that he thought was good, he would put an extra chopstick into the jade plate in front of him.

Wei Xiaofeng was careful and cautious, and he ate all the dishes that were clipped into his jade plate.

“Still don’t know the benefactor’s name?” Wei Xiaofeng bit the chicken leg in his hand and looked up at him.

“My family calls me A Yue. You look younger than me, why not call me A Yue gege how?”

Wei Xiaofeng choked, “Call you gege?”

“What’s wrong with calling me gege?”

“I haven’t called anyone gege like this before!” Wei Xiaofeng was embarrassed: “When I was at home, I called them big brother, big sister, second brother, second sister.”

Feng Yue smiled and didn’t embarrass him any further.

After Wei Xiaofeng finished eating, he glanced at the darkening sky and said embarrassedly, “I want to see Sang Cai… that fellow who was with me, can I?”

“Of course, but the courtyard he lives in is a bit far from here.”

“Then…”

“I can carry you there. For the reward, how about calling me a good gege to listen to?”

“I don’t want you to carry me.” Wei Xiaofeng was cramped on the stool, staring at his bandaged feet, his heart full of helplessness.

“Can you walk there yourself?” Feng Yue was determined to hear him say ‘good gege’.

“I’m in so much pain, let alone walk, I might not even be able to crawl.”

Feng Yue sighed softly: “Then you say a way.”

“You carry me on your back, okay?”

“Okay, but you have to say something nice.”

“Hmm… alright!”

Feng Yue turned his back to him and squatted down in front of him, “Come on, say something nice for me to hear first.”

Wei Xiaofeng’s handsome face flushed red, and he mumbled for a long time before calling out vaguely, “Good gege, carry me on your back.”

“Ha…” The corners of Feng Yue’s mouth couldn’t help but rise, his whole heart was about to melt, “Come up.”

Fortunately, this person was not that bad. If he followed the pole to tease him again, he might have to make a scene.

He hadn’t thought about how to make a scene yet, maybe just cry and never pay attention to him again.

Feng Yue walked very slowly, along the long corridor of the backyard. The cold moon illuminated a large lake in the courtyard, and the swaying waves rippled with the wind.

“Cold?”

“A little bit.” He was warm all over, so he didn’t feel cold.

“Bury your head down, don’t let the wind blow on you.”

Wei Xiaofeng’s heart suddenly beat wildly, this person… I don’t know how many ge’er and jiejie he has teased, pity him, he hasn’t even held a langjun’s hand before, and he can’t stand being teased like this, how can he bear it?

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