Ch. 67 - Wei Ling: The person who is engaged to Prince Ding is you!

Zhong Yansheng was still hurt.

Xiao Nong was always like that to him, extremely good and extremely bad.

By the time Xiao Nong let him go, he was already feeling pain, tired, and sleepy, and was about to fall asleep.

Zhong Yansheng couldn't tell whether he was coaxing Xiao Nong not to sleep with him, or Xiao Nong was coaxing him and playing a prank on him.

Although I didn't sleep with Xiao Nong, I felt more tired than sleeping.

He was so tired that his fingers, which hung down on the bed, were licked by Taxue again, and he didn't have the strength to pull them back.

Fortunately, Taxue, who had sneakily climbed onto the bed, was quickly slapped down by Xiao Nong. Zhong Yansheng curled his fingers and pulled him, not very happy**: "Don't hit it."**

Xiao Nong glanced coldly at the big cat that lay back on the bed with its fluffy tail wagging, and wrapped Zhong Yansheng into a small ball with a quilt.

Zhong Yansheng felt very uncomfortable and cursed with a weak breath: "My legs hurt... You bad dog, I won't sleep with you anymore."

Xiao Nong pretended not to hear and coaxed him in a soft voice, "Go to sleep for a while."

Zhong Yansheng was in a trance and almost fell asleep. He forced himself to open his eyes and stayed still for a while before he remembered what he wanted to say: "Take a bath."

He was messed up and wet by Xiao Nong.

Zhong Yansheng's black eyelashes were wet and clumps of them. He complained in a nasal and hoarse voice, "You made me so dirty."

Delicate and pretty.

Xiao Nong's Adam's apple rolled a few times, he lowered his head to look at him, leaned over to kiss the dark corners of his eyes: "Be honest, don't tease me."

Zhong Yansheng was stunned for a moment, and felt so wronged that he wanted to kick him: "I didn't!"

Xiao Nong placed a hot kiss on his eyelids: "You have."

“…”

Zhong Yansheng really wanted to scold him.

But he had no strength left. He knocked his head against Xiao Nong's jaw in a depressed manner. He didn't dare to move anymore and closed his eyes sleepily.

Although Xiao Nong cut the ropes and loosened the bonds, fortunately the treatment went well and His Royal Highness Prince Ding now has a clear mind again.

I have to let Lou Qingtang take another look...but I am too tired now and wants to get some sleep first.

Watching Zhong Yansheng's breathing gradually become even, there are still traces of tears on his face. He cried too much today, his eyelids and lips are also red, as if he had put on rouge and powder, making him even more beautiful and stunning.

Sweet.

Xiao Nong couldn't help but kiss him again before he gently let go of him, got up and walked out of the house.

After Lou Qingtang's efforts to persuade them, Zhan Rong and Wei Ling stood far away, and when they saw someone finally coming out, they all looked over.

Xiao Nong lazily put on his outer clothes, his long hair was still loose, and he leaned against the door with his arms folded. The scratch on the corner of his lip was very conspicuous, and there was a tooth mark faintly visible on his neck. Compared with the high and mighty His Highness Prince Ding, he looked more like a nobleman who had spent a night with his beloved lover. He said indifferently: "Prepare hot water."

Lou Qingtang poked his head in surprise: "Oh, you woke up? It really works."

Intimate contact can really make him clear his mind. How is this true? Is that guy surnamed Xiao pretending to be stupid and acting like a hooligan?

Zhan Rong snapped his fingers and silently glanced at the secret guards who followed him, indicating that they should go to the mountain village to find a bathtub and prepare it.

Wei Ling: “…”

Wei Ling's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously pressed the knife at his waist, looking at Xiao Nong with extremely complicated eyes.

The three people's reactions were different, but Xiao Nong was too lazy to look at others. After giving his orders, he turned around and went back into the house.

Before, on the pleasure boat, he just turned around, and when he looked back, the beautiful little bird was gone.

Nothing matters at this moment. He can only feel at ease if he stays with Zhong Yansheng.

With Wei Ling's tacit consent, hot water was quickly prepared and a bowl of sweet soup was also served.

Zhong Yansheng was already fast asleep. He opened his mouth when he was fed soup, so well-behaved that it made people's hearts melt. Even when Xiao Nong took him out of the quilt and put him in the bathtub, he had no reaction and leaned against him softly, with a trust and dependence that he himself was not aware of.

Xiao Nong was afraid that he would slip into the water, so he followed him into the tub and slowly bathed Zhong Yansheng, cleaning the dirty little bird.

He was very annoying. When he washed his hair, he would play with Zhong Yansheng's hair for a while. When he washed his fingers, he would also play with his fingers for a while. Zhong Yansheng was also annoyed in his sleep and would mutter and curse in his sleep.

He kept repeating the same few words, calling Xiao Nong a dog and refusing to give him a quilt anymore.

Xiao Nong listened carefully for a while and couldn't help laughing. He rubbed the person again before carrying him out dripping wet, carefully wiped the water off his body, dried his hair, and put him back to bed.

Zhong Yansheng was much cleaner now and slept more comfortably, but he was still a little uneasy, with his brows slightly furrowed. He felt relieved only when he sensed a familiar breath approaching. He rubbed his head against Xiao Nong's arms and took a long breath.

When Zhong Yansheng woke up, it was already dark. He slept so deeply that he couldn't quite tell what day it was when he woke up. He was still a little scared of the unfamiliar environment. Fortunately, when he moved, the people around him also moved and hugged him tightly: "Are you awake?"

A familiar voice fell into his ears, and Zhong Yansheng's restless heart settled down. He asked dazedly, "Are you awake?"

It is asking whether he is sober or confused.

Xiao Nong smiled, leaned close to his ear and rubbed his earlobe in a nasty way: "What do you think, young master?"

…

Obviously awake.

Zhong Yansheng's ears tingled, and he tried hard to ignore his words and stay calm: "How long have I slept? It's dark outside, it's time to get up."

Xiao Nong raised his eyebrows: "You spent three hundred thousand taels of silver to buy this king, why don't you use him to see if it suits you?"

“…”

What does it mean to use it?

Zhong Yansheng was so shocked by his choice of words that he was speechless. He felt that he was not far from fainting. He didn't know how long he would be teased for calling His Royal Highness Prince Ding a male concubine from the Western Regions bought for 300,000 yuan. He could only push him hard with a red face: "I want to get up!"

Xiao Nong laughed softly and then let him go.

Zhong Yansheng's ears turned red, and he kept muttering to himself.

It’s better to just be stupid...at least Xiao Nong rarely speaks when he’s stupid.

The goods that Lou Qingtang had robbed had not yet been sold. There were many luxurious ready-made clothes in them. Zhan Rong sent two sets over. When Zhong Yansheng was putting on his outer robe, he found that his inner clothes and underwear had been replaced. He was stunned for a moment, not daring to think about who had replaced them, and quickly put on his clothes.

When getting out of bed, Taxue came over whimpering, obviously still feeling aggrieved about the two hits from Xiao Nong. Zhong Yansheng felt so distressed that he squatted down, hugged the big cat, comforted it softly, and touched its head.

Xiao Nong clicked his tongue, bent down and picked up Zhong Yansheng: "This little beast only knows how to act pitiful to win your sympathy. You'd better trust me than him."

Zhong Yansheng's eyes were still red. He looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and asked softly, "Then why do you want to compete with that little bastard in credibility?"

The words "You are a beast too" were clearly written in his dark and clear eyes.

“…”

Xiao Nong ruffled his soft hair: "Are you hungry?"

Zhong Yansheng wasn't very hungry. He thought of something more important than his appetite. He pulled Xiao Nong out and said, "Where's Doctor Lou? Tell him to come and take a look at your brain now!"

Lou Qingtang had just finished his meal with the bandits when he was brought back by Zhan Rong.

Wei Ling had been guarding outside the house and had recognized Lou Qingtang as the wealthy businessman who had been robbed a few days ago. How could he not understand that Lou Qingtang was a bait? he also figured out where the group of black-armored guards in the mountain village came from.

His Royal Highness Prince Ding seems to be flamboyant and unbridled in his behavior, but in fact he is extremely cunning, cruel and ruthless, otherwise he would not be able to hold military power and raise a black-armored army of his own at the border, becoming a nightmare for the emperor and the barbarians.

The young master is not very old and looks well-behaved and pure. Such a person and the young master...

Wei Ling became more and more worried.

As soon as Lou Qingtang entered the room, he saw Zhong Yansheng sitting at the table, drinking the tonic soup slowly. He was surprised and blurted out: "Xiao, you are not good enough?"

Xiao Nong looked over with an expressionless face.

Zhong Yansheng managed to hold back from throwing the soup bowl at him, but he still couldn't get over the anger: "Taxue, attack him!"

Taxue, who was lying next to him, jumped up with lightning speed and rushed towards Lou Qingtang.

Lou Qingtang usually had a bad mouth and was scolded by Xiao Nong several times, but he didn't learn much of a lesson. Today, he finally got his comeuppance and was hit hard by Taxue. He begged for mercy, "I was wrong, I was wrong, Young Master Zhong, please take back your magical powers. I'm just shocked that you can still get up..."

Zhong Yansheng threw down the spoon angrily: "Taxue, bite him!"

The room was in chaos for a while. Lou Qingtang finally stopped talking nonsense. He sat down at the table and put his fingers on Xiao Nong's wrist. While checking his pulse, he asked, "Your Highness, do you have any memory of losing your mind?"

Zhong Yansheng glanced at Xiao Nong furtively.

Xiao Nong sat lazily beside Zhong Yansheng, one elbow resting on the armrest of the chair, supporting his chin: "I remember most of it."

"for example?"

Xiao Nong didn't know whether to laugh or not, his deep blue pupils were like the night, covering Zhong Yansheng.

...When Xiao Nong lost consciousness, he spent most of his time clinging to Zhong Yansheng, kissing and biting him, not hiding his animal greed at all.

Zhong Yansheng thought of all the ridiculous things he had done with Xiao Nong during this period. His fingers gripping the spoon tightened, and his white ears turned slightly red. He pretended not to notice his gaze and lowered his head to continue drinking the soup.

Seeing the interaction between the two, Lou Qingtang guessed most of what was going on. He cursed them as beasts in his heart and withdrew his hand, saying, "This method is indeed effective. His Royal Highness Prince Ding is in a much better condition than before, but he is still not very stable."

Zhong Yansheng asked worriedly, "Will he still become stupid?"

Xiao Nong raised his eyebrows**: "Am I stupid for doing that?"**

Zhong Yansheng muttered, "How stupid."

Xiao Nong was not angry. Instead, he smiled and reached out to rub his head.

Lou Qingtang coughed, feeling like he had no way of getting in the mood between the two of them. "I'm still here, can you two hold back a bit? I just wanted to let Young Master Zhong give it a try, but I didn't expect the effect to be so good."

Then your tone was so certain before!

Zhong Yansheng stared at Lou Qingtang in disbelief.

Lou Qingtang didn't blush, and didn't feel guilty at all**: "Our experience as doctors is gained through trial and error. How can we know if we don't try? Right?"**

Then he looked at Xiao Nong and said, "It seems that Young Master Zhong's presence can indeed cure your headache, but Your Highness Prince Ding, I think if you want to stabilize your condition, you probably still need to use his blood."

Xiao frowned.

Zhong Yansheng stretched out his arm honestly: "Use it."

The snow-white wrist was exposed, but Xiao Nong immediately pressed it back: "Do you have to use it?"

"I have to." Lou Qingtang leaned back and crossed his legs. "You don't want to face the man on the throne after returning to Beijing, or suddenly lose consciousness on the battlefield, right? There are too many people who want your life, and there are several groups of people hiding in the woods. In your state, let alone protecting the young master Zhong beside you, it's difficult to even protect yourself."

Zhong Yansheng thought it made sense and nodded: "Yeah!"

Lou Qingtang continued, "I thought of another prescription this afternoon. We can just use a little blood from Young Master Zhong as the medicine. There's no need to put in a whole bowl."

Only then did Xiao Nong nod.

Lou Qingtang had expected this, and took out the needle bag that he had asked someone to find: "Let's take blood now. I've asked Zhan Rong to send someone to look after the medicine, it should be ready soon."

When those sharp needles fell into his eyes, Zhong Yansheng felt pain all over his body. He stretched out his fingers and turned his head away, not daring to look.

He was often sick when he was a child. Several times when he had severe colds, the doctor would give him acupuncture treatment. The pain was not severe, but he had to be pricked from time to time, so he is still afraid of the needle tip now.

He used to hesitate for a long time before acupuncture, acting like a spoiled child and not wanting to cooperate. The longer he delayed, the longer the torment in his heart became.

Xiao Nong saw his fear and took the needle and held his hand, then pricked his index finger. A round of bright red blood rolled down, and Lou Qingtang quickly collected it with an empty teacup: "That's it."

Xiao Nong moved very quickly, and while Zhong Yansheng was still preparing himself mentally, the pain was over.

The next moment, his fingertips felt something warm and wet. Zhong Yansheng turned his head and saw Xiao Nong holding his fingertips with his eyes downcast. His usually sharp facial features surprisingly seemed very gentle. When he noticed he was looking at her, he glanced over. His deep blue eyes were smiling, like a deep lake, and he looked handsome and affectionate.

Zhong Yansheng was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes trembled, and he forgot the slight pain in his fingertips.

Lou Qingtang had known Xiao Nong for so many years, but had never seen him like this. He clicked his tongue again, then walked out of the door holding the teacup, cursing.

When Lou Qingtang came back with the medicine bowl himself, Zhong Yansheng's fingers had been exaggeratedly wrapped with small strips of cloth by Xiao Nong.

Lou Qingtang: "..."

In the past, even when you were stabbed with a bloody hole in your body, it wasn’t so grand!

If I remember correctly, doesn't His Royal Highness Prince Ding still have a knife wound on his body?

Zhong Yansheng didn't think it was an exaggeration. He was just a delicate person. His eyes would turn red when he got hurt, and he needed to be treated very carefully.

Seeing Lou Qingtang coming back, Zhong Yansheng also remembered another important thing: "By the way, Doctor Lou, there is one more thing I need to trouble you with."

Lou Qingtang handed the medicine bowl to Xiao Nong and said to him in a friendly manner: "What?"

Xiao Nong refused to return his hairband. Zhong Yansheng's long hair was still loose. He reached out and brushed it, saying politely, "I have a flower petal birthmark on the back of my neck. I want you to see it."

Xiao Nong's expression paused, and Lou Qingtang was shocked: "What? I won't watch it, is that something I can watch!"

Zhong Yansheng explained: "That birthmark seems to be different. It's not natural, so I want you to take a look."

After hearing Zhong Yansheng's words, Xiao Nong's frown relaxed. He stretched out his fingers to push aside the hair on the back of Zhong Yansheng's neck, revealing the petal-shaped birthmark growing on the slightly protruding cervical vertebrae.

It was small, and light red when not rubbed intentionally. After being rubbed a few times by him, it would reveal a rich and bright red. Xiao Nong liked Zhong Yansheng's skin very much, it was fragrant to the bone.

More importantly, Zhong Yansheng is very sensitive. If you touch this place, his whole body will tremble. It is pitiful and cute, and it can satisfy some dark and evil desires in his heart.

However, no matter how possessive Xiao Nong was, he knew that Zhong Yansheng's body was more important: "Come and take a look."

Lou Qingtang then came over, held up the candle and took a look, and made a judgment: "It is indeed not born."

Zhong Yansheng's heart tightened.

Wei Ling said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew that he would have this birthmark before he was born.

What on earth is this...poison? But he had never felt anything unusual in all these years.

Lou Qingtang observed for a while and thought: "Such a mark reminds me of some mysterious things of the barbarians outside the Great Wall. Young Master Zhong, His Royal Highness Prince Ding, have you heard of Gu?"

Xiao Nong looked at him: "Is this the mark of the poison?"

Zhong Yansheng blinked blankly: "I have only seen it in storybooks, can it really exist?"

"Barbarians do like to do witchcraft. Every tribe has a witch elder, respectfully called 'Shaman', 'Shibi', 'Abba Xu' and the like. Poison is their secret collection." Lou Qingtang touched his chin and fell into deep thought. "I haven't really seen it, only in books and heard some old people talk about it."

Zhong Yansheng didn't expect that the thing on his neck was so complicated, and he grunted.

Lou Qingtang came back to his senses from his thoughts and suddenly understood something. He looked at Xiao Nong in shock. Xiao Nong's face was indifferent. It was obvious that he had just thought of it but just didn't say it.

He couldn't help but speak quickly: "Since Young Master Zhong is infected with Gu, then your headache may be..."

Xiao Nong gave him a glare, signaling him to shut up, but Zhong Yansheng had understood something after hearing these two words: "Brother's headache, is it also caused by Gu?"

Xiao Nong put down Zhong Yansheng's hair: "Not sure yet."

Zhong Yansheng's heart skipped a beat and many thoughts popped up in his mind.

If the thing on his body is really a Gu, and Xiao Nong's headache is also caused by the Gu, then the Gu in both of their bodies must have the same origin?

Was this thing there before he was born? It seems to have no harm to him, but instead has a restraining effect on Xiao Nong. Who planted it?

Zhong Yansheng's mind was in a mess. He couldn't figure it out for a while and felt a little panicked.

With Xiao Nong's personality, he must hate the feeling of being restrained by others. He has also been suffering from headaches for many years and must hate this thing. But he has this thing on him. Will Xiao Nong... hate him?

Xiao Nong was so nice to him, was he also influenced by the Gu?

He glanced secretly at Xiao Nong, and his head was touched twice along the fur.

Xiao Nong didn't say anything just now, and stopped Lou Qingtang from talking too much, because he was afraid that the child would think too much, so he taught him a lesson in a funny way: "Your head is small, but you think a lot. I will not be affected by external forces when I treat people well."

Lou Qingtang knew that he had spoken out of turn again, and fearing that Xiao Nong would find a chance to punish him, he continued, "Yes, Prince Ding has been outside the Great Wall for more than ten years, and he is more familiar with the barbarians than I am. If it was really a Gu, he would have discovered it long ago. Besides, I have been treating him for so many years, and I have not found such a special mark on his body. What exactly is causing his headaches remains to be investigated."

Zhong Yansheng felt bewildered and confused: "Really?"

Xiao Nong hummed and said lightly: "I asked for some elders from the barbarian tribe to take a look, but they didn't see anything."

This word "asked for" obviously has another meaning, probably the kind of invitation that means to wipe out the entire tribe.

Zhong Yansheng hesitated for a while, still a little hesitant in his heart, but nodded obediently: "Yes."

"This mark on your body is different from the one I've seen in the book. I'm not sure if it is or not."

Lou Qingtang was also a skilled doctor, but he didn't expect these two to be more troublesome than the other. He rubbed his temple and said, "I will draw your mark in a moment, and then I will go back to my hometown immediately to ask the elders in the clan."

Zhong Yansheng felt a little embarrassed: "Thank you for the trouble, Doctor Lou."

"It's not a big deal. It's mutually beneficial. His Royal Highness Prince Ding saved my life, which is very precious. Besides, if he were gone, my business would be in trouble."

Lou Qingtang stood up and cautiously glanced at Taxue who was lying on the ground, licking his fur docilely. "Just don't ask that big cat to pounce on me next time."

Zhong Yansheng whispered**, "Then you should stop talking nonsense."**

Lou Qingtang was unhappy when he heard that, and had to say something mean: "I didn't say anything nonsense, you are still young and don't understand. Husband-wife harmony is very important. If you think your brother Ding is not good enough, don't be shy to tell me, I will prescribe you a medicine, which will ensure that he will be vigorous all night long..."

Zhong Yansheng's legs were still hurting, and the tips of his ears were red: "Taxue!!!"

Xiao Nong was more concise: "Get lost."

Having offended two people at once, Lou Qingtang laughed and quickly slipped away.

Wei Ling was standing guard outside. When he saw Lou Qingtang run away, he knew that they had finished talking. he knocked on the door and went in to discuss business with Zhong Yansheng: "Young Master, all the personnel in Shuiyun Village have been reorganized, and the goods and weapons depot have also been packed. We can evacuate at any time."

Xiao Nong had a vague memory of the conversation in the main hall. He tapped the table lightly with the back of his fingers and said to Wei Ling, "Explain the situation clearly."

Seeing him asking questions, Wei Ling was unsure whether he knew about the past affairs of the former crown prince, so he concealed those truths that few people knew, and after roughly explaining the situation, he said, "It is very likely that the young master was sent to suppress the bandits this time. It is not accidental... The one on the dragon throne always does things this way."

Xiao Nong narrowed his eyes and said, "You old man, why are you beating around the bush? Do you want Yuan Yuan to kill you personally?"

It was clear that not only Wei Ling's identity was in doubt, but Zhong Yansheng was also called "young master" by him, and his identity was obviously even stranger. However, Xiao Nong didn't seem to care much about Zhong Yansheng's identity and only suspected Wei Ling.

Wei Ling was still wary of Xiao Nong and kept silent.

Zhong Yansheng didn't quite understand the atmosphere between the two people, and tugged at Xiao Nong's sleeve: "Brother, can your Black Armor Guards help cover their evacuation?"

Xiao Nong glanced at him and softened his voice: "Of course they can."

Wei Ling: “…”

What a quick change of expression.

"There are several hundred people in Shuiyun Village, but the government only knows that there are a hundred bandits in the village, and they don't know that there are also some ordinary people."

Xiao Nong propped himself up on his elbows and raised his eyelids: "It's not a big deal. The best way to eliminate all traces is to burn down Shuiyun Village and find some scapegoats to make up the number of people."

Zhong Yansheng asked: "Where can we find a scapegoat?"

Xiao Nong smiled slightly, and the cold murderous intent in his eyes flashed away: "There are many monkeys in the mountains."

Wei Ling understood: "Your Highness Prince Ding wants to capture those unidentified assassins and disguise them as people from Shuiyun Village?"

Xiao Nong clapped his hands: "Zhan Rong."

Zhan Rong, who was outside the house, came in and said in a tacit understanding: "Master, we don't know the terrain of the mountain very well, so we need the people of Shuiyun Village to act together. Those civilians can be sent from the other side of the mountain by Lou Qingtang's guards and arranged in Lou Qingtang's manor."

Wei Ling didn't expect Xiao Nong to agree to help so quickly. Unable to figure out whether he was gloomy or not, he couldn't help but look at him again, and said in a deep voice, "The people in Shuiyun Village will fully cooperate. Thank you, Your Highness Prince Ding, for your great help."

Xiao Nong was too lazy to look at him. He reached out and moved Zhong Yansheng, who was sitting obediently beside him: "I'm not helping you."

Wei Ling showed a look of wanting to say something but hesitated. After thinking for a moment, he turned to Zhong Yansheng and said, "Young Master, can you talk to me alone?"

Xiao was upset: "How much do you want to say to him alone?"

Zhong Yansheng looked at Wei Ling's expression, as if he had something to say for a long time, so he reached out and stroked Xiao Nong's head like he was stroking his fur: "Okay, brother, stop making trouble. I'm going to go out and talk to Wei Ling."

Everyone in the room looked at Zhong Yansheng's hand.

Xiao Nong's expression was very calm**: "Okay, come back as soon as possible, I don't have much patience."**

Zhong Yansheng hummed, stood up, followed Wei Ling, whose expression was too complicated to describe, out of the house, and asked curiously: "Wei Ling, is there anything you can't say in front of His Royal Highness Prince Ding?"

Wei Ling carefully led Zhong Yansheng away from the house before he spoke carefully: "My young master, is Prince Ding engaged to someone?"

Zhong Yansheng had just asked Xiao Nong about this matter during the day. He pursed his lips and said, "I know. He said it doesn't count."

And according to Xiao Wenlan, that person died before he was born.

Wei Ling's face changed: "It doesn't count? He treated you like that, and you still dare to say it doesn't count?!"

Zhong Yansheng was frightened by Wei Ling's expression and opened his eyes wide: "What's wrong?"

Wei Ling couldn't hold back his words any longer**: "My young master, when the Crown Princess became pregnant, the old Prince Ding returned to the capital and had a secret conversation with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."**

Zhong Yansheng had a vague premonition: "Could it be..."

"Yes." Wei Ling couldn't tell whether he was heartbroken or overwhelmed, "The person who is engaged to Prince Ding is you!"

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