TPATTHU Chapter 49
by VolareAs soon as it dawned, Shen Zhejiang was vaguely awakened from his sleep by a burnt smell.
What time was it?
He remembered that he was lost in thought in the middle of the night, unable to sleep, and then he didn’t know how, but he seemed to have dozed off for a while in a daze.
He reached over to the spot where Xiao Zhinian was originally lying, but it was empty. The person was gone, but the bedding still retained some warmth, so it seemed that he hadn’t been gone long.
“Zhinian?”
Shen Zhejiang called out, but received no response.
Where did he run off to?
Just then, a burst of crackling sounds came from outside the window. It was not difficult to discern that it was the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground.
Shen Zhejiang immediately grabbed the outer robe hanging on the wooden rack, put it on while hurrying outside. As soon as he got out the door, he ran into Xiao Zhinian standing helplessly by the stove, facing the mess of broken pieces on the ground, looking extremely frustrated.
“What happened?”
So he walked to Xiao Zhinian’s side, looked around, and found that the situation wasn’t too bad, just a few bowls had been broken.
When Xiao Zhinian saw Shen Zhejiang coming over, he immediately hid his arm behind his back, and lowered his face in distress, “Did I wake you up? I originally wanted to cook two bowls of egg drop soup so that you could eat it when you woke up, but I’m too clumsy.”
Not only did he mess things up, but he also woke Shen Zhejiang up.
Shen Zhejiang did not blame him, “Take your hand out, let me see.”
“Ah?” Xiao Zhinian suddenly became nervous, quickly clenched his fist, and hid it even deeper, “What’s there to see?”
Shen Zhejiang insisted, taking a firm stance, grabbing Xiao Zhinian and pulling him forward. Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhinian clenched his hand tightly, unable to be pried open no matter what. His eyebrows were a little stern, “Open it.”
Xiao Zhinian sighed, and had no choice but to slowly release his strength in front of Shen Zhejiang, revealing his slender fingers.
Revealed inside was a patch of red, a burn.
Before Shen Zhejiang could speak, he hurriedly made up for it, “It’s not a big deal, it doesn’t hurt at all. I just rinsed it with clean water. Sir, have you forgotten? When I was young, I often jumped around, what does this little injury count for?”
“……”
Shen Zhejiang looked down, without saying a word.
A person who has been pampered since childhood is actually willing to lower himself to cook him a bowl of hot porridge, even hurting himself in the process. What virtue or ability does Shen Zhejiang have to make Xiao Zhinian do these things for him?
What he felt was not gratitude, but heartache.
“It really doesn’t hurt?”
His nose felt slightly sore.
When Xiao Zhinian saw that Shen Zhejiang seemed about to cry, he panicked and awkwardly raised his paw, holding it to Shen Zhejiang’s mouth, and said softly, “It hurts, Sir, blow on it for me.”
Knowing that it wouldn’t help much, Shen Zhejiang still followed the silly, old method, gently blowing air on his palm.
Xiao Zhinian felt a burst of numbness and itching, reaching straight to his heart.
His teacher is so good.
Suddenly, he hugged Shen Zhejiang into his arms, lowered his head, and kissed his temples, rubbing against him gently and closely.
If possible, he wanted to make this moment last forever, right here, without any other time.
Shen Zhejiang is definitely the best teacher in the world, and also the most easily addictive poison in the world, but he is willing to indulge in it, until death.
From his temples to his cheeks, and then to the corners of his lips, he kissed him mesmerized, leaving traces that were uniquely his, possessing him as if marking him.
“Mmm…”
Shen Zhejiang couldn’t help but let out a soft groan, like throwing a handful of firewood into pine oil, the raging fire scorching the plains, burning all of Xiao Zhinian’s reason to ashes.
He passionately nibbled at Shen Zhejiang’s delicate earlobe. Shen Zhejiang couldn’t stand his stimulation, and only felt his whole body tremble crazily, almost giving all his weight to Xiao Zhinian, uncontrollably raising his perfectly curved neck.
So Xiao Zhinian became entwined with him, taking two steps closer, protecting Shen Zhejiang’s waist, and pushing him onto the stove, not separating even half an inch, and then biting Shen Zhejiang’s Adam’s apple, which was exposed to his eyes.
“Mmm!”
Shen Zhejiang half-closed his eyes, his fingers instinctively grabbing the rough surface of the stove.
“Don’t grab like that, you’ll get hurt. Hold onto me, it doesn’t matter if you use force.”
Xiao Zhinian’s seductive voice was in his ear.
Shen Zhejiang only felt like there was a layer of mist in his ears, and he couldn’t hear anything clearly.
There seemed to be a gurgling sound.
What was it?
He spared a trace of his mind from the pleasure that Xiao Zhinian was giving him.
“It’s burnt!”
“What’s burnt… don’t worry about that, concentrate…”
Xiao Zhinian’s voice was very sticky, and he turned back to kiss Shen Zhejiang.
Shen Zhejiang became ruthless and bit Xiao Zhinian’s tongue directly.
“Hiss…”
Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Zhejiang pushed Xiao Zhinian away, tidied up the clothes that Xiao Zhinian had messed up, quickly lifted the wooden lid, scooped around in the pot with a wooden spoon, and brought it to his nose to smell it, “The porridge you cooked is burnt.”
No wonder he smelled a burnt smell as soon as he woke up, it turned out to be right here.
He was so preoccupied with being intimate with Xiao Zhinian just now that he had completely forgotten about it.
“Take out all the firewood underneath and put it out.”
Shen Zhejiang said.
Xiao Zhinian didn’t expect that such a good opportunity would be ruined by a pot of porridge. He cooked the porridge himself, and didn’t know who to be angry with for a moment, feeling suffocated, so he could only be angry with the firewood.
“Hmph! It’s all your fault!”
He threw all the firewood into the water tank in one go, making a sizzling sound, accompanied by rising white smoke, completely extinguishing the fire.
Now, Xiao Zhinian picked up the soaking wet firewood, threw it in an inconspicuous place, turned back to Shen Zhejiang’s side, but saw that Shen Zhejiang had already poured out all the burnt porridge and washed the pot again.
“What are you doing, Sir?”
“Didn’t you want to drink porridge? I’ll cook another bowl.”
Shen Zhejiang’s movements were much more skilled, washing the rice, adding water, and covering the pot, basically in one go.
While he was doing these things, Xiao Zhinian’s eyes followed the movement of Shen Zhejiang’s fingers, watching those hands, which should have been well cared for, move familiarly among the firewood, rice, oil, and salt, looking not as smooth as before, but with a little more roughness.
A gentleman keeps away from the kitchen.
Xiao Zhinian didn’t understand so many philosophical principles, but he felt that Shen Zhejiang should not be confined to this small world, but should be like a swan, wielding his brush and writing eloquently in the high halls of the court, he had his own grand plans.
Xiao Zhinian couldn’t help but think of the promise he had made to Shen Zhejiang when he was young, and even the words he had said when he reunited with Shen Zhejiang in Luo City. Whether it was the Crown Prince’s Consort or the Empress, he thought he was thinking of Shen Zhejiang, but would such an arrogant person really be willing to bury his achievements?
The position in the harem, for Shen Zhejiang, is just a shackle. Once it’s locked on, he’s afraid that it will be difficult for him to rectify his name and display his talents.
In the ninth year of Shuncheng, Xiao Zhinian remembered very clearly, he accompanied Wu Kun Emperor on the left and right of the Eastern Palace crown prince. In the center of the hall, Shen Zhejiang, who was high-spirited in his youth, faced the tricky national policy problems of the civil and military officials of the court, and spoke eloquently with his own unique insights.
He was among the top three scholars in the imperial examination. Since the founding of Yan Country, there have only been a few people, and Shen Zhejiang is one of them.
However, Shen Zhejiang was only sixteen years old that year, more than ten years earlier than the previous champion, with unlimited glory, and the threshold of Shen’s family was almost broken by matchmakers.
He had witnessed Shen Zhejiang soaring to great heights.
Putting his hand on his heart and asking himself, could he bear to break Shen Zhejiang’s wings and forcibly keep him in the backyard for his own selfish desires?
“What are you spacing out for?”
A freshly cooked bowl of hot porridge was placed in front of Xiao Zhinian, and the rising white mist enveloped his face, forming some small droplets on his dark eyelashes.
Xiao Zhinian suddenly raised his head.