After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Yan Shiyan looked down at him, his eyes clear and his expression impatient: "Drink it quickly, or should I feed you?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Yuanan put down his hand that was about to be raised, and slumped down in the chair like he had no bones: "I'm sick, and you're still so fierce."

Inexplicably, there is a sense of coquettishness.

After being an elder brother for a long time, it would be nice to occasionally put down your burdens and enjoy the care of your younger brothers.

Perhaps the feeling just now was too strong.

It was like a near-death experience that left him with lingering fears, causing him to show such fragile emotions and want to be loved.

Even if the other party is his third brother.

Yan Shiyan pursed his lips, dragged the chair next to Yan Yuanan, took the teacup from his hand, and put it to his mouth.

"Uh……"

This time it was Yan Yuanan's turn to be stunned, and he stepped back reflexively.

He didn't expect that Yan Shiyan, who was used to showing a distant look, would actually feed him tea.

In response to his reaction, Yan Shiyan did not move or speak.

The slender palm held the teacup steadily and placed it next to Yan Yuanan's lips.

Yan Yuanan secretly raised his eyelids and glanced at him, then moved closer to the teacup and took a sip from his hand.

It’s strange to say, although it is a relatively cold tea, it has a slightly sweet aftertaste after entering the throat.

Yan Yuanan thought it was just his own psychology at first, and took another sip, not believing it, and it still tasted slightly sweet.

The cool breeze passed through his throat and moistened his lungs.

Completely eliminate the uncomfortable feeling after severe pain.

How can this be?

He had clearly drunk something before soaking his feet, which was a cup of Anhua black tea that he was used to drinking.

Compared to the tea that the princess drank everyday, this tea was not expensive, but it had existed since ancient times. This tea had thick stems and large leaves, and it could only be brewed slowly with boiling water and then warmed with fire to bring out its flavor.

The tea soup is thick and black, bitter yet sweet.

But it is not the slightly sweet taste we have today when we drink it.

What Yan Yuanan loved was the last bit of sweetness that remained in the bitterness that gradually spread in his mouth.

How can you not tell the difference between the two?

Could it be related to the sudden heartache just now?

He couldn't wait and took a few more sips.

"Slow down."

Yan Shiyan's hand held the bottom of the teacup steadily: "There's still some in the teapot."

After drinking the tea in the cup in one breath, Yan Yuanan held his wrist and said, "I can do it myself."

He suppressed his doubts, poured himself a cup of tea and drank it, but it was exactly the same tea he drank every day.

It still tastes the same.

Yan Yuanan handed the teacup to Yan Shiyan: "Feed me."

?

Yan Shiyan frowned and looked at him, his face full of an expression that said, "Are you crazy? Don't look for trouble. Do you really think I have a good temper?"

"Third brother..."

Yan Yuanan showed weakness: "For the last time."

Fine.

Considering that he was really uncomfortable just now, I will accommodate him for once.

Taking the teacup from his hand, Yan Shiyan picked it up and placed it next to his mouth as he did just now.

After taking a sip from Yan Shiyan's hand, Yan Yuanan's brows slightly frowned and he paused.

"What's wrong?" Yan Shiyan asked.

"fine."

Yan Yuanan shook his head, took the teacup from his hand and put it on the table.

"I'm fine now. Thank you for taking care of me, Third Brother."

Yan Shiyan looked at him suspiciously, knowing that there must be a reason for his abnormal behavior just now, but he got angry when he saw Yan Yuanan trying to cover up the truth.

"I'm leaving."

He threw his sleeves, strode to the door, and looked sideways at Yan Yuanan: "Remember the oath you made today."

Yan Yuanan hummed softly, and it was not known whether Yan Shiyan heard it or not. In any case, when he left, the lines of his shoulders and back were not as tight as before he came.

Seeing him leave, Peng Yan, who had been waiting, hurriedly greeted him: "Third Young Master is leaving now, why don't you stay a little longer?"

"gone."

Yan Shiyan paused and said, "Take good care of your young master."

He gave this extra instruction, which frightened Peng Yan so much that he quickly lifted the curtain and went into the room. He heaved a sigh of relief when he saw his young master sitting in the chair in good health.

Seeing the tea in the young master's hand, he hurriedly said, "Master, I'm afraid this cup of tea has gone cold. I'll go make you a cup to calm your nerves."

Yan Yuanan responded nonchalantly.

It was obvious that he wasn't thinking about that at all.

Peng Yan picked up the teapot and was obviously stunned when he felt the weight in his hand. He complained: "Master, how much did you drink? You will not be able to sleep well tonight."

Yan Yuanan came back to his senses and smiled: "It's okay, it was all drunk by my third brother."

Third Young Master?

Holding the inkstone, he lowered his head and looked at the only teacup on the table, clearly showing his disbelief.

"We are brothers, there is no need to make such a clear distinction."

Yan Yuanan admitted that he was indeed not in the right state of mind at the moment, otherwise, how could he have casually told such a lie that could be easily exposed.

After drinking the calming tea, he changed into pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Because he had trouble sleeping at night, the servants who served him and Huang Xu developed a habit of making very little noise when they walked in and out.

In addition to soaking his feet with medicinal herbs before going to bed, his clothes and bedroom were filled with soothing incense.

Even the pillow under his head was a nourishing heart pillow specially prepared for him by Yan Jinyang: it was made of Chinese medicinal herbs such as Chuanxiong, jujube seed, cypress seed, julibrissin flower, polyphylla, and rehmannia glutinosa, which were turned and dried in proportion, ground into coarse powder, mixed well, and wrapped and sealed with the finest linen cloth to serve as the pillow core.

With such meticulous care, he could get at least two hours of sleep at night.

However, on this particular night, all preparations were in vain.

The conversation he had with his mother during the day kept replaying in his mind, over and over again, uncontrollably.

At night, he felt a sudden pain in his heart, and the strange sweet taste in the tea his third brother fed him...

Even if it was someone else, they would have thought about it a little more, let alone him.

It's really too strange.

When he was feeling uncomfortable, the tea he drank from Yan Shiyan's hand tasted slightly sweet, but when he poured it out himself, it still tasted like black tea itself.

However, the second time he asked Yan Shiyan to feed him, the taste was very bland.

It's neither the taste of black tea nor the slightly sweet tea taste from before, in short, it's very light.

It was clearly tea, but it tasted like boiled water, and he almost thought there was something wrong with his taste buds.

After Yan Shiyan left, he slowly drank another glass.

It is definitely black tea.

Yan Yuanan knew his own business and he knew that it would be impossible for him to fall asleep that night.

In order not to disturb his family, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Fortunately, he had gotten used to it.

On such a sleepless night, I let my thoughts run wild like a wild horse.

Since it is uncontrollable, then don't control it.

He has learned how to get along with the night.

Outside Beijing, there is Baixiang Temple on Baixiang Mountain.

Bian Chen sat cross-legged on a cushion, released the mudra that he had been holding with his hands, and slowly opened his eyes.

Even she didn't expect that the turning point in this small world would come so suddenly.