Dressed as a high-risk occupation

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly saw the corners of Shen Yan's brows twitch twice, and finally he just pursed his lips and said nothing.

Tsk.It really is duplicity.

"That fox is not bad, it was rewarded by the emperor, but Yan Zhao asked me for it, so he couldn't refuse it."

Jiang Wen'an said sincerely: "I'll let you pick the rare gadgets I get in the future, is that okay?"

Shen Yan finally turned his face away to look at him: "Father... that person rewarded him?"

"Didn't you hunt it yourself?"

"No." Jiang Wen'an's eyes widened slightly, and he quickly recalled the content of the original work. Can "Jiang Wen'an" hunt?

It seems impossible, there is a scene of winter hunting, it seems that "Jiang Wen'an" did not participate in the hunting.

It's okay, it's fine, as long as he doesn't ask him to ride a horse and shoot arrows.

Jiang Wen'an was stunned for a while, and when he came back to his senses, Shen Yan looked at him with burning eyes, and there seemed to be expectation in his eyes.

He waved away his messy thoughts, and replied: "Of course I didn't hunt it. Just look at that fox's eyes and you can tell that it is not available to ordinary people. I can't even ride and shoot. How can I hunt it?"

"Besides, didn't you take a closer look? There is no wound on the fox's leg. It didn't come from hunting."

Shen Yan's brows stretched slightly, he seemed relieved for some reason, and he nodded.

Jiang Wen'an didn't know why, and didn't know what he meant by nodding, but he was relieved to see that the little guy's awkwardness just now dissipated.

Then it occurred to him that not only did he not know how to ride and shoot, but the little guy might not know how to do it now either. Reading and calligraphy, riding and archery are all for him to learn.

He can teach reading and calligraphy, but he still needs to find someone to teach him horseback riding and archery. He is planning one by one.

Fortunately, the Nongxue Pavilion is remote and far from the residences of the concubines and princes. Apart from the princes who came to listen to the lectures, few people came here on weekdays.

He found a riding and archery teacher for Shen Yan, took advantage of Jiang Wen'an's time when he was teaching the princes and secretly sent them out to study, and when he came back at night, he would teach him calligraphy and reading.

Shen Yan is smart, and after listening to Jiang Wen'an's lecture, he turned on the lamp to read every night, but he was able to basically read through the article in one month, and whenever he encountered confusion, he could solve it from Jiang Wen'an in time, making rapid progress.

That night, Shen Yan returned exhausted from archery practice.

After dinner, he went back to his room and waited for Jiang Wen'an to come over.

These days, Jiang Wen'an would prepare hot water for him to soak his feet, warm his body and relax his muscles.

Tired is a little tired, but Shen Yan thinks it's not too hard to bear.

"You've worked hard, you've worked hard!" Jiang Wen'an poured hot water for him, and let him stick his feet in after testing the temperature of the water.

He himself prepared another basin of hot water to soak in a towel, and gave Shen Yan a hot compress.

After treating his wound that day, Jiang Wen'an asked someone to find an effective scar-removing medicine for him outside, and finally found an ointment called Wuhen.

First, it was applied on the forehead for half a month, and it was indeed effective. The red brand on Shen Yan's forehead had become very light, and it was not visible at all unless you looked closely.

Jiang Wen'an stood behind him, looked at the mottled marks on his back, and unconsciously poked it with his finger.

Shen Yan's body stiffened, his shoulder blades tensed.

Recently, Shen Yan practiced riding and archery hard, and he ate a lot of food. Jiang Wen'an promised him the best, and all his nutrition kept up. His body was no longer so thin, but the scars on his white back were really shocking.

"I see that Wuhen ointment is okay to use, and I'll help you apply it on your back too?"

"Need not."

Shen Yan lowered his eyes to look at the hot water that was stirred up by him, and shook his head.

"You can't see behind it, so there's no need to waste it."

This Wuhen ointment is really expensive, and it cost a lot of money, but these are all saved by "Jiang Wen'an", he doesn't feel bad at all.

As a gentleman with an empty title under the nose of the emperor, Jiang Wen'an really couldn't figure out where he got so much money.

Left and right "Jiang Wen'an" can't be used now, but it is just right for Shen Yan, so it can be regarded as helping him to accumulate virtue.

Jiang Wen'an had already taken the ointment for him to apply on him, and he still teased: "How can you say it's a waste? Outsiders can't see this place, and someone will see it."

The icy cold ointment was applied on Shen Yan's back with icy fingers, and it felt a little numb and itchy. His back was straight and did not move.

"A wife?"

"clever!"

Shen Yan blurted out: "Is sir my wife?"

"Bah, bah, bah!" Jiang Wenan shook his fingers, and dug out a big lump of ointment.

After getting along with him, he could feel that Shen Yan didn't fully trust him yet, but he was slowly opening his heart.

It's just that saying such words in front of him now is really shocking.

Tongyan Wuji Tongyan Wuji.

Jiang Wen'an was helpless: "You can't talk nonsense. My wife is your future wife."

He smeared a layer on Shen Yan's back indiscriminately, and spread a little on his palm, and walked around in front of him and looked down at the little guy who was full of confusion.

Jiang Wen'an sighed, and didn't continue the topic.

"I asked, and it will be cured after a year of painting, and it is said that there are no traces."

"Wipe the front one yourself, and I'll put it on your forehead."

"Oh."

Jiang Wen'an brushed the hair on his forehead aside, and massaged it gently.

"Sir, comb your hair up tomorrow."

Jiang Wen'an paused, then smiled slightly: "Okay."

"You don't need to practice tomorrow, and you don't need to review your books tonight. Take a break early, and I'll come back tomorrow morning."

"In a while, I will ask the maid to come over with warm milk, drink it and rinse my mouth before going to bed."

"Wait for the back to dry before putting on your clothes and lying on your side, you know?"

After nagging and exhorting, Jiang Wen'an returned to his room.

He lay on the bed with his arms behind his head and let out a long breath.

Shen Yan is willing to comb his hair up, which proves that his heart knot is being untied little by little, and he is gradually gaining self-confidence.

Everything is going in the right direction.

The next morning Jiang Wen'an got up early and went to Shen Yan's room, insisting on helping Shen Yan comb her hair and tie it into a bun.

After combing one side and the other in a hurry, Shen Yan couldn't help laughing as the two little maids beside him raised their sleeves and laughed.

In the end, I had no choice but to give up.

The maids skillfully combed the fifth prince's hair into a neat bun.

What Jiang Wen'an prepared for him was a white jade hair crown that didn't look too ostentatious, which was very suitable for the apricot robe he was wearing today.

Children grow up very fast at this age, and Shen Yan is now taller than when he first came to Nongxue Pavilion.

Jiang Wen'an matched him with a belt inlaid with silver auspicious clouds, and hung a spotless white jade pendant around his waist, making him look like a noble son carved with jade.

Today the prince of the Lan tribe had an audience with the emperor, although Yan Guo looked down on the Lan tribe secretly, but he had to do a good job on the surface.

As a token of welcome, the emperor set up a banquet in Yuhui Gallery, accompanied by the princes, princesses and concubines.

Shen Yan is usually not allowed to attend these banquets, but because his deceased mother was sent by the Lan clan to make a marriage more than ten years ago, he was also ordered to go.

Jiang Wen'an accompanied the meeting.

He straightened Shen Yan's collar: "Don't be afraid for a while, I will sit next to you."

"Oh." Shen Yan lowered his head, his eyes fell on his shaking legs like a sieve, and he said inexplicably, "Sir, are you shaking?"

"Ah? No."

Jiang Wen'an wanted to cry but had no tears.

He didn't want to shake either, he just felt a little vain for no reason.

It's not that he has never seen the world at the palace banquet before, but he knew that he would see that person today, so he couldn't help being a little scared.

He could feel that this was an escape from the original body, and "Jiang Wen'an" should also be afraid of that person.