Dressed as a high-risk occupation

Jiang Wen'an withdrew his hand and fell into silence for a long time.

In the first few years when he came here, he thought that he would go back as soon as Shen Yan came to the throne. At that time, he thought that he would not have any nostalgia.

But now it is completely different, he clearly knows that he is reluctant.

"Have you hesitated?" Jin Yan looked at him, "You don't want to go back?"

"No."

Jiang Wen'an also knew that it was impossible for him not to go back, as there were still many people at home waiting for him.

"not now."

Yanyan once happily said that he wanted to marry him, which made him sad, and it was absolutely impossible for Jiang Wenan to leave now.

He murmured in a low voice: "In three days...just three days."

He wants to fulfill his promise to marry Yanyan and have a bridal chamber.

Leave without any regrets.

"Please."

Lan Linsheng said "Ouch" a few times, covered his head and got up from the ground.

Jiang Wen'an was locked inside, unable to go out to help him, "How do you feel?"

"I seem to have bumped my head, woo woo woo." Lan Linsheng rubbed his head, looked at Jiang Wen'an, suddenly widened his eyes and shouted, "Why are you still here?!"

He ran to the window, looked around like a thief, and said mysteriously: "Where is Fei Yan? Before the emperor's brother comes back, you should go with him!"

"..." Jiang Wen'an shook his head, not wanting to let him misunderstand.

"I won't leave, the person in my heart has always been Yanyan."

"..." The expression on Lan Linsheng's face was unpredictable and wonderful, and after a while he burst into tears.

Jiang Wen'an: "???"

Headache.

Lan Linsheng pulled out the hairpin from his head and threw it on Jiang Wen'an.

He looked down and saw that it was the mahogany hairpin that Xing Huai wanted to give him.Lan Linsheng took Liang Ziqing and Suoya away on the day they got married.

"Why don't you leave? I know that Brother Xing wants to give you this hairpin, I know it all!"

Jiang Wen'an froze for a moment, then shook his head, "But I never accepted it from the beginning to the end."

"I know." Lan Linsheng twitched, crying pitifully.

"They all say that I am somewhat similar to you, but they all only like you and not me."

"Brother Emperor only likes you, okay, then I won't argue with you, but Brother Xing only saw you once and wanted to give you a hairpin. Why do they only like you?"

On the day Liang Ziqing got married, he saw Xing Huai, and he still remembered the subtle atmosphere between Xing Huai and Shen Yan. No matter how slow he was, he realized something. Undeserved hope.

Did Lan Linsheng ever like Shen Yan?

But he can't let go.

The person in front of him was crying and his eyes were red, and the pear blossoms with rain were really distressing. Jiang Wen'an didn't know what to say, so he just said sullenly, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?" Lan Linsheng wiped away tears, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"It's fine if you don't leave, but if you don't like scandal, can you give him to me?"

"what?"

The topic changed quickly enough that Jiang Wen'an was taken aback for a while, and still handed him a handkerchief.

Lan Linsheng took the handkerchief, blowing his nose in a disfigured manner.

"Now I think Scarlet Gossip is also very good, I want to change the target."

"what……"

Jiang Wen'an looked at him, speechless and helpless.

From another point of view, his seemingly heartless personality may have some benefits.

Shen Yan is back.

Looking in from the outside, I saw Jiang Wen'an sitting by the window, lowering his head and concentrating on drawing on the paper in front of the table, with a few strands of hair hanging down his forehead.

As soon as the wind blew, he raised his eyes, and saw Shen Yan standing quietly outside looking at him.

"came back?"

The dissatisfaction and anger he imagined did not appear, Jiang Wen'an just smiled, "Why don't you come in without making a sound?"

"Well…"

Shen Yan heard Xiao Hei's voice, and only then did he know that Xiao Hei was also inside. Before he could speak, he saw Xiao Hei running out, biting the hem of his clothes and trying to pull him in.

After entering the Chenghua Hall, Little Heifang let go, ran to Jiang Wen'an's feet and knelt down, arching his calf.

Shen Yan walked over and hugged him from behind.

"What are you drawing, sir?"

He looked down, only to find that Jiang Wen'an had drawn many portraits, and Shen Yan was there without exception.

Mr. always likes to draw him, but this time it seems a little different.

Mr. also drew himself.

"It's our portrait, look." Jiang Wen'an showed him one by one, "From your youth to the present."

In Nongxue Pavilion, Shen Yan bit his shoulder, Jia Yuan fed Xiao Hei together, Yunshan Nuanquan, Beijiang, Jinyu Villa, all the places they had been to together, Jiang Wenan recorded them one by one.

For some reason, Shen Yan felt a little panicked.

"Why did you draw this all of a sudden?"

"I just want to draw it." Jiang Wen'an returned in a low voice, but his eyes couldn't help but feel a little sour, "From now on, you will look at it often, at least you won't forget me so quickly."

"Mr. has been by my side, how can I forget?"

"I mean... If I leave before you, you should remember me, okay?"

"How could it be?" Shen Yan was a little anxious, "Mister's body is a little weaker than mine, but I support and love him, and let Doctor Zhang help him to take good care of his body, and it will always get better and better."

Jiang Wen'an lowered his eyes, "Okay."

His not positive attitude at all seemed to indicate something, which made Shen Yan a little powerless.

"Even if my husband leaves before me, I will follow him right away, and I won't let him die alone."

"What are you talking about?" Jiang Wenan turned pale with shock.

He didn't know what it would be like when he returned to modern times. Instead of letting the real "Jiang Wen'an" come back, he wanted Yanyan to think that he was dead.

But the result he wants is not like this, he wants Yanyan to live well.

Shen Yan's expression was serious, obviously he didn't intend to half-joke, "If I die first, sir must live well, but don't forget me, even if I have lost my soul, I will come back to see you every day."

"If my husband dies first, I will hold my husband's hand and lie down beside you, and go with you. I will do what I say."

His words can't be thought about carefully, it will only make people creepy.

Regardless of life or death, he would pester Jiang Wen'an.

"Don't do this." Jiang Wen'an wanted to cry, but right now he was just smiling, laughing at him for being stupid, laughing at him for being stupid.

What he was painting was himself, and after he lowered his head and finished the last stroke, Shen Yan realized that what he was painting was the present moment.

With chains attached to his wrists, he was imprisoned in Chenghua Hall.

Shen Yan's complexion was getting worse and worse, and he had a bad premonition in his heart. He didn't know what it meant, and he just wanted to hug Mr. tightly at this moment.

Shen Yan hugged him, kissed his cheeks and eyes intimately, but tasted the salty taste.

My heart twisted, "Why are you crying, sir?"

Jiang Wen'an realized that he had lost his composure, and immediately raised his hand to wipe away his tears, his voice still choked up: "Because... I'm happy."

He raised his teary eyes to look at Shen Yan, opened the corners of his mouth and said with a smile: "Yanyan, we are finally getting married."

His smile did not make Shen Yan half happy, but flustered and uncomfortable.

He held Jiang Wen'an's hand, and the iron chain rattled.

"Sir, did I hurt you? I'll help you untie it now."

"No." Now Jiang Wen'an was unwilling.

"Yanyan, wait until the day we get married before unlocking. I am willing to lock you by your side, as long as you stay with me more."

The sweetheart's almost begging desire to get close made Shen Yan's heart full of tenderness, and a gentle kiss fell on his hair.

For two consecutive days, Shen Yan came back to accompany him as soon as he finished dealing with the affairs in the court.

One person approves the memorial, and one person draws the picture.

Shen Yan actually didn't like his paintings, and always thought it was a bad omen, but Jiang Wen'an insisted, so he let it go.

Xiao Hei rested his head on Jiang Wen'an's feet, and swept his tail across Shen Yan's legs.

As soon as Shen Yan looked up, he could see Mr.

This was the happiest day he could think of, and it was what the future would look like in his imagination, but it was a picture that Jiang Wenan wanted to freeze forever in his heart.

At night, they hugged each other tightly, always talked a lot, and didn't fall asleep until they were tired.

It wasn't until the third day that the two of them finished talking and were quickly drawn into a dream.

White, white everywhere.

The color of nothingness.

Standing in a place where he couldn't tell the direction, Jiang Wen'an was a little at a loss.

Are you going back again?

Is this time ephemeral or eternal?

Just as he was thinking, his palm suddenly felt warm, a temperature covered him, and he saw Yanyan.

The white in front of my eyes gradually faded, replaced by a vibrant green.

Surrounded by birdsong that seems to come from afar, it is resentful and empty, so it doesn't seem noisy.

Seeing the words "Praying Pool", Jiang Wen'an suddenly realized that this was the praying pool in Wuhuangshan Wubei Temple.

They once made a wish here.

Shen Yan's reaction in the dream was also very real, he almost subconsciously dragged Jiang Wenan away.

The memories given to him here are not good.

Turning around, he still saw the barefoot monk, he was still dressed in rags, his outer robe was tattered, and he still had a pot of wine in his hand.

"Everything is fate, nothing can be controlled by others."

Jiang Wen'an remembered that those were the words the monk gave them when they first came here.

Now that I think about it, it really works.

He has never been involuntary, and he can only leave no regrets within the limited range that he can control.

Jiang Wen'an held Shen Yan's hand tightly, met the monk's gaze with a smile, and waited quietly to see if he would send them any more words.

The monk just laughed.

With the sound of water splashing, a small boat suddenly rose from the center of the pool and sailed slowly towards them.

There was a note in the boat.

Jiang Wen'an's heart moved, and he was about to step forward.

Shen Yan held his hand tightly and refused to let him go.

Jiang Wen'an gently patted his hand to comfort him, but went up to take it off.

He took a deep breath and opened the note, but there were only four words on it, which read: "It's all about human effort."

Man-made?

Jiang Wen'an only felt relieved for no reason, but when he turned around, he found that the monk had long since disappeared.

The morning sun shines brightly, waking up the sleeping people.

The two woke up together.

Jiang Wen'an froze for a moment, and suddenly realized that everything just now was a dream, there was no prayer pool, no monk, and no note.

He sat up suddenly, driving the chain to make a sound.

"Yanyan, it's time to go to court."

"Not going today." Shen Yan hugged him back into his arms, and kissed his cheek affectionately, "Sir, did you forget?"

He almost forgot that now the government is stable, the people are living and working in peace and contentment, the turmoil at the border has subsided, and the world is peaceful.

"I don't do anything today, just stay with my husband."

Jiang Wen'an was in a calm mood at the moment, and when he recovered, he lay down and hugged him.

"Yanyan, the wish I made in Wubei Temple has come true, what about yours? Can you tell me now?"

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