Dressed as a high-risk occupation

When Shen Yan woke up, he found himself in an unfamiliar environment. There were two people talking beside him, talking about "medicine", "obedient", "comfortable" and so on.

His body was hot and cold, and he moved his fingers without much effort.

One person went out and left, while the other walked slowly towards him.

Shen Yan struggled to open his eyes, and saw Zou Cunsong walking towards him with a greasy smile, holding a small bottle in his hand.

Those who don't know may think that Zou Cunsong is as amiable as he appears on the surface, but Shen Yan has heard many rumors about him after living in the cold palace all year round.

He was a celebrity in front of the emperor, many people flattered and flattered him, and from time to time someone sent "young children" to his bed, and many of them were played to death.

One by one, the living bodies fell and were secretly thrown into the dark well of the cold palace.

From time to time in the night, Shen Yan could smell a seemingly non-existent rancid smell.

He was terrified at first, but then he got used to it.

He gritted his teeth, and the palms placed beside him were gathered into fists, clenched tightly, with hatred rising and falling in his eyes.

That person actually sent him here.

His eyes focused on Zou Cunsong, who was already close at hand, with a disgusting smile on his face.

"Your Highness will not suffer if you are obedient."

As he spoke, he unscrewed the small porcelain bottle in his hand, and stretched out his hand towards his close-fitting clothes.

Shen Yan gritted his teeth and kicked him with all his strength.

Zou Cunsong staggered, the porcelain bottle in his hand rolled down, and the sticky ointment fell on the bed.

Shen Yan gritted his teeth, got up and curled up in a corner, like a tiger cub staring fiercely at a human being who was plotting against him.

Zou Cunsong was stunned for a moment, and a certain emotion called fear rose in his heart.

He shook his head to suppress his emotions, the man in front of him was just an unfavored prince, even if he died in the cold palace, the emperor would not pursue it.

Besides, as long as he bites to death and refuses to admit it, the emperor will definitely believe him.

He thought about wiping the fat on the bed with his fingers, and looked at Shen Yan with a smile. The more the boy in front of him trembled, the more excited he was.

"Your Highness Fifth, don't toast or eat fine wine."

With his hands behind his back, Shen Yan took out a sharp dagger.

There is only one chance, and he must hit it with one blow.

Jiang Wen'an came all the way in a hurry, and broke into Zou Cunsong's room regardless of the little eunuch outside the door. At that time, Zou Cunsong had already been pinned to the bed with his face pressed by Shen Yan.

Shen Yan's teeth clenched Zou Cunsong's ears tightly, and the latter grinned in pain.

It is shocking to see it with your own eyes.

Shen Yan's mouth didn't loosen until Jiang Wen'an pulled him away, until one of Zou Cunsong's ears was torn open, screaming indiscriminately.

Jiang Wen'an took off his coat and put it on the young man, wrapped him in his arms and hugged him directly.

Zou Cunsong shouted behind him: "Jiang Wen'an, you can't take him away! I won't let him go!"

There was a chill in Jiang Wen'an's eyes, and he said in the coldest voice: "You are in my pavilion, who do you think the emperor will hold accountable first if something goes wrong? Eunuch Zou is too courageous."

"Everything is directed at me, Jiang Wen'an, and I will accompany you at any time."

Jiang Wen'an left with Shen Yan in his arms.

Shen Yan had just fought to the death, but now he was exhausted and passed out.

His close-fitting clothes were still wet, Jiang Wen'an's face turned cold, and he glanced at Zhu Ru behind him.

"Didn't you change his clothes?"

"No...no, there are no clothes in the pavilion that His Royal Highness can wear."

Jiang Wen'an knew if he didn't, so he took a new set of clothes from the cabinet beforehand and came out.

"That clothes, I don't know how small...Mr. never likes to be touched by others."

Jiang Wen'an didn't say any more, and walked quickly to get in the carriage.

"hurry up."

The carriage was bumping, Shen Yan closed his eyes restlessly, and his body was already covered with cold sweat.

Jiang Wen'an looked down at the little brat curled up in his arms, blaming himself in his heart.

The hair hanging from his forehead was soaked with sweat, Jiang Wenan raised his hand to push his hair aside, but unexpectedly found a red mark the size of a bottle cap under the thick bangs, as if burned up.

Jiang Wen'an paused, and let his hair down again.

Could it be "Jiang Wen'an" who did it again?

A child with such a strong self-esteem, I'm afraid he doesn't want others to see him.

Jiang Wen'an got out of the car with Shen Yan in his arms, and went to his room without stopping for a moment.

His body was wet, Jiang Wenan ordered someone to spread a layer of soft cloth on the bed before putting him down.

The new clothes found during the day had already been put away by Zhu Ru, and now he hurriedly took them out and handed them to Jiang Wen'an.

Just as Jiang Wen'an was about to take off his clothes, the eyelashes of the boy on the bed trembled suddenly, and he slapped him reflexively.

"Snapped."

"gentlemen!"

Jiang Wen'an raised his hand to stop Zhu Ru from coming forward, and watched Shen Yan struggling to open his eyes.

Jiang Wen'an put his hands on Shen Yan's shoulders to support him, and the latter recognized the person in front of him as Jiang Wen'an with a look of disgust on his face, and suddenly fell down and knocked on his shoulder.

When his shoulder hurt, the boy's teeth clenched him tightly.

Jiang Wen'an frowned slightly, but he didn't push him away, "Zhu Ru, you go out first."

"gentlemen……"

"go out."

Until Zhu Ru closed the door and went out, the strength on her shoulders was still not loosened.

Jiang Wen'an let him bite, whispering in his ear.

"It's my fault. You can bite if you want. I won't resist."

"But I swear, I never meant to send you there."

If he hadn't taken it lightly, things wouldn't have happened like this.

If you go one step late, the consequences will be disastrous.

In the original text, when Zou Cunsong died, His Highness the Fifth Highness already had enough ability to protect himself, but not now.

Shen Yan really bit for a long time, until Jiang Wen'an became numb, maybe he had no strength, so the force gradually eased.

"Can I change my clothes?" Jiang Wen'an pulled the new clothes and handed them to him, "Change by yourself?"

As he spoke, he put the clothes in front of him, and turned around on his own, "Call me when you're done."

Shen Yan stared at the apparently expensive clothes on the bed, and looked at Jiang Wen'an's thin back, lost in thought.

There seems to be something different about him.

Jiang Wen'an stood for a long time but didn't hear Shen Yan calling him, and didn't even hear any other sound, he was just wondering.

"Ok?"

No one responded.

"Are you ready? I turned around without saying a word?"

"I really turned around."

"Three, two, one!"

Jiang Wen'an turned around, his eyes met Shen Yan's deep eyes, he was stunned for a moment, and looked down, only to find that he hadn't changed his clothes at all.

"No strength?" Jiang Wen'an walked over to pick up the clothes, sighed, "Then I changed it for you?"

Shen Yan didn't speak, but his eyes obviously fluctuated.

Thinking of what happened to him tonight, Jiang Wen'an was also silent for a moment.

But the clothes still have to be changed.

Jiang Wen'an seriously raised his fingers and assured him, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in men."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Shen Yan's shoulder blades were obviously relaxed, and he spoke more vigorously: "Really. What's so good about men? Everyone is a man, and I have what you have, so there is nothing to care about."

He said it was already done.

Shen Yan's thin body even looked a little shriveled, with mottled marks on it.

Jiang Wen'an's breath was stagnant, but the movements of his hands did not stop for a moment, he pulled off the clothes coherently and neatly, and put the new clothes on for him.

"This is a new dress, I have never worn it."

He didn't move extraneously, and his eyes didn't look around, but he still couldn't help remembering the traces on his body deeply.

There are many bruises, new and old, on the body, on the back, on the legs... there is hardly a good place.

The marks on his back seemed to be scalded, similar to the red marks on his forehead, but thinner, like red lines criss-crossing.

After tying up the fox fur for him, Jiang Wen'an got out of bed and stood up, but his foot tripped over something.

The cloth under Shen Yan was stepped on and pulled by him.

Shen Yan's face changed slightly, and he was about to get out of bed immediately.

"What's wrong? Don't move around, rest for a while."

Shen Yan lowered his head, tightly clutching the fox fur on his body.

Curved lips mocked: "I don't want to dirty your bed."

Jiang Wen'an was taken aback for a moment, but suddenly realized, he let him get down first, then tossed the cloth covering the bed to the ground, and pushed Shen Yan down again.

"It's not that you're afraid of getting dirty, it's because you got wet just now, if you wet the bed, where would you sleep?"

Shen Yan didn't have much strength right now, so Jiang Wen'an easily pushed Shen Yan down, and called Zhu Ru again.

No one answered after shouting, he sighed again, "forget it", pulled the quilt over Shen Yan carefully.

Shen Yan retracted his head into the fox fur, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance.

Jiang Wen'an used to hate him and didn't want to touch him at all.

And this fox fur was just taken off by Jiang Wen'an from his body.

Is this what he smells like...

He unconsciously grabbed the quilt covering his body and smelled it, but he didn't smell the same smell.

Shen Yan pulled the fox fur down a little, but didn't feel it carefully.

Jiang Wen'an went to the small kitchen.

There were no maids in the Nongxue Pavilion, only Zhu Ru, an eunuch who was a five-year-old eunuch, and he was not at ease, thinking that he still had to add a few more maids.

Fortunately, the emperor also seemed to attach great importance to "Jiang Wen'an". Although his kitchen was not big, he had everything he wanted.

Jiang Wen'an cooked minced meat porridge, added green vegetables, and sprinkled minced ginger in the boiled porridge.

When Jiang Wen'an returned to the room with the porridge, he found that Shen Yan was maintaining the posture just now, seemingly in a daze, and when he saw him coming in, his eyes suddenly focused.

"Get up and eat something."

There was still smoke in the small pot, and wisps of aroma penetrated into the tip of the nose.

Jiang Wen'an put the pot on the small table beside the bed, and reached out to support Shen Yan.

Shen Yan stared straight at the steaming white mist, while Jiang Wen'an had already filled a bowl of porridge.

Picking up a small spoon from the spoon, Jiang Wen'an would think about his previous experience of feeding relatives' children, lower his eyebrows and blow it, and bring it to Shen Yan's mouth.

His eyes were bright, and he looked forward to it: "Try it?"

He still has some confidence in his cooking skills. Although he didn't cook it often in the past, everyone who cooks it once in a while says it's good!

Shen Yan looked at him, and looked down at the small spoonful of fragrant porridge, hesitating.

Jiang Wen'an coaxed patiently: "Open your mouth, ah—"

Shen Yan unconsciously licked his mouth, opened his mouth slightly tentatively, and was immediately stuffed with a warm and fragrant mouthful.

"Eat it while it's hot!" Jiang Wen'an fed it spoonful after spoonful. At first Shen Yan was a little restrained, but Xu was really hungry, and then he couldn't wait, swallowing mouthful after mouthful.

Jiang Wen'an still had a sense of accomplishment, so he had to remind him to slow down.

A small pot of porridge bottomed out, Shen Yan's face was rosy, and he seemed a little shy after realizing it.

Jiang Wen'an was trying to tell the child to be polite, but he heard him ask——

"why?"