Dressed as a high-risk occupation

Shen Yan hesitated for a moment, then finally nodded: "Yes."

"My husband told me to keep a low profile and not be too public. I know that my husband is doing it for my own good."

Shen Yan followed him to read the sage's book every night, and the articles he wrote were naturally not bad.

It's just that Jiang Wen'an didn't want to praise him in front of everyone.

"It's good that you know." Jiang Wen'an nodded, "Don't take what they say to heart. I've praised you many times, but the problems I had before are still there this time. If you practice more, you will write better."

"Articles are one thing, but you should also read and think more about the strategy of governing the country."

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In the days that followed, the Sixth Prince and the others would sneer at Shen Yan from time to time, but Shen Yan ignored them all. He listened carefully every morning, went out secretly to ride horses and shoot arrows in the afternoon, and went to Jiang Wen'an's house to read books with him at night. Life was good. very fulfilling.

Until the emperor decided to go to the Jiayuan Tribe to meet the Prince Du Heran in person, and planned to select a few princes to accompany him.

For several days, all the princes seemed very excited, discussing what clothes to wear and what items to bring.

Shen Yan seemed out of place in this and wasn't very interested.

The Jiayuan tribe has a prairie, the largest pasture, and many rare animals on the mountain. Once Jiang Wen'an told him that it would be great if he could go out and try hunting this time. He just shook his head and continued to read, not holding back. any hope.

Three days before departure, Eunuch Chen sent a roster with the names of Jiang Wen'an and Shen Yan on it.

"Great!" Jiang Wen'an was more excited than Shen Yan.

Going outside this time not only gave Shen Yan the opportunity to practice horseback riding and hunting, but also showed that the emperor's attitude towards him had changed. In addition, this meeting was also a huge turning point. The reason why Shen Yan died at the hands of the prince is also It has something to do with the opportunity the prince got in Jiayuan this time.

In the book, Shen Yan didn't get the chance to go there, so this time it finally changed.

This opportunity must be seized.

The night before departure, Jiang Wen'an helped Shen Yan check the clothes he was carrying, and went back to his room to count them.

The ointment that Shen Yan applied had to be brought along, and the commonly used medicine had to be prepared just in case. He packed a bag, only brought a change of clothes, and the rest were all for the little guy.

As soon as Jiang Wen'an put the ointment into the bag, he heard a noisy sound from outside, an eager footsteps approaching, he was thinking that Shen Yan wouldn't be so anxious, and it was strange, when he saw someone outside He pushed the door open without saying hello.

"Uncle..." Shen Yanzhao had a sad face, and he dragged him to complain as soon as he entered the door, saying that he was not selected by the emperor to accompany him to Jiayuan, and he also wanted to go with his uncle.

Jiang Wen'an said to him while fastening his bundle, "Remember to knock on the door first if you want to come in in the future."

Shen Yanzhao was already sad, and he was even more unhappy after being scolded like this. He muttered: "What's wrong? You are my uncle, and you are not doing anything shady."

Jiang Wen'an became serious: "It's the same for everyone, no matter what the people in the house are doing, knocking on the door and asking if they can enter is the basic etiquette."

"Oh."

Jiang Wen'an didn't hold on to him anymore, seeing that he was blushing and out of breath, he poured a glass of water for him to drink, and said, "Didn't the eldest prince and the second prince also go this time? I heard that the second prince Knowledge is the best, and you can't waste your studies when I'm not here for a few days, and learn more from your brothers."

Shen Yanzhao just hummed and was about to act like a baby when he heard three knocks on the door, followed by Shen Yan's voice: "Sir, can I go in?"

Why come at this time?

Jiang Wen'an was puzzled, and let him in.

Shen Yan came in with a tray with a teapot and two bowls on it.

He only glanced at Shen Yanzhao, ignoring the unkind look in his eyes.

His eyes flickered, and the little guy looked at Jiang Wen'an, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and his eyes darkened: "Sir, I boiled milk just now, and I want to drink it with you sir."

Jiang Wen'an felt strange, he had clearly said not to drink milk, Shen Yan would not have done so in the past.

The probing eyes swept over him, but he could only see the sincerity on his face.

"Uncle, I want to drink too!" Shen Yanzhao shouted pointing at the milk, and glared at Shen Yan arrogantly.

"You don't drink milk, don't you? I said I would give it to you earlier, but you found it unpalatable at first, and then it became too sweet after adding sugar."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yan's eyes darkened.

Jiang Wen'an didn't find out.

At that time, he saw that Shen Yanzhao's figure was only developing horizontally, but he was shorter than other brothers. The left and right milk was delivered regularly, and Shen Yan couldn't drink that much by himself. At least he took the position of this uncle, thinking I also gave him some, but Shen Yanzhao didn't want it at that time.

"Why do you want it again now?"

"I want it now." Shen Yanzhao ignored it, and reached for the teapot by himself.

Shen Yan's hand was faster than him, and he pressed the teapot to prevent him from taking it.

He said blankly, "This is my milk."

"Why is it yours? This is my uncle's! I want to drink too!"

"Uh..." Jiang Wen'an looked at Shen Yanzhao: "Stop making trouble, you don't like to drink, you want to drink, I'll have someone send it to you tomorrow?"

Shen Yanzhao was unwilling: "I want to drink now."

Jiang Wen'an had one head and two big ones, so he had to look at Shen Yan again: "I won't drink, and you alone can't drink so much, why don't you let him drink a bowl?"

Shen Yan pondered for a moment, then smiled hastily as if understanding, and parted his thin lips slightly: "Okay."

He loosened his hand slowly.

Shen Yanzhao squinted at him, smiled triumphantly, poured a bowl of milk and drank it.

Shen Yan raised his eyes halfway, and the corners of his lips twitched: "I'll go back first."

He didn't drink the milk, didn't look at Jiang Wen'an again, turned around and left, Jiang Wen'an called him several times but didn't answer.

Jiang Wen'an was stunned and helpless, why did he feel that the little guy was angry?

He stuffed a pot of milk into Shen Yanzhao's arms, and sent him away.

When he went out, he saw that the candle in Shen Yan's room had been extinguished, and there was only darkness from the outside, thinking that the little guy might want to rest first, so he didn't bother him.

Inside the house, Shen Yan was lying on the bed and heard the door of the next room being opened. Shen Yanzhao should have left, and then there was another footstep coming out, which should be the husband.

He held his breath and waited for a while, only to hear the door close again.

With a "clang", a piece of metal jewelry fell to the ground and rolled into a corner.

In the red envelope that Jiang Wen'an gave him on New Year's Eve, there was an exquisite little golden gourd, which he had originally hung on a string around his neck.

Shen Yan pulled the quilt over his head irritably.

The next day Jiang Wen'an got up early in the morning, rubbed his eyes and knocked on Shen Yan's door, only to hear the sound of panicked footsteps from inside.

He knocked on the door twice again: "Are you up? I'm leaving in a while, wash up and eat something before leaving."

"Wait a minute." A dull voice came: "I'm changing clothes, sir, eat first."

Jiang Wen'an didn't doubt that he was there, so he answered and went back to his room to wash.

Inside the house, the little guy was looking for something on the ground with his waist down.

Last night, on impulse, he threw out the little golden gourd given by Mr. Shen Yan, and Shen Yan regretted it now.

He searched carefully and finally found it in the corner.

He let out a heavy breath, wiped the clothes a few times cherishingly, and snapped them back around his neck.