Dressed as a high-risk occupation

He picked up a piece of mung bean cake, and when he looked sideways, he met Yanyan's fixed eyes, and he seemed to be scalded by something.

He pushed the mung bean cake forward in a panic, forcing Shen Yan, who was in a daze, to open his lips slightly.

Listening to Mr. whispering, Shen Yanzheng was amazed at how quickly his skin turned red, and was suddenly startled by his sudden action, opened his mouth in a daze, and blinked his eyes.

The gentleman actually stuffed his own fingers into it... He rolled the mung bean cake in, and the tip of his warm tongue unintentionally touched the fingertips of the gentleman that were slightly scented with wine.

Jiang Wen'an quickly retracted his hand.

Shen Yan frowned slightly, feeling that the mung bean cake in his mouth was still too sweet.

But surprisingly good.

He looked at Jiang Wen'an who was bowing his head and blushing, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc: "It's very sweet."

Fei Yan refused to see them, so he could only go back first.

Later, Jiang Wen'an waited for a long time but did not get a message from Yu Yao, and when he went to look for it again, he heard that Fei Yan had already gone out to play and would not be back in a short time, so he had to put it aside for the time being.

After three months, the last bit of finishing work on the Nanzhou Grand Canal was completed, and most of the ills left before were remedied and perfected as much as possible under the supervision of Shen Yan and Jiang Wen'an.

The people of Nanzhou are ready for the holy car inspection.

At the same time, the wizard Shen Yan asked to pick up from Miaoyu had already been arranged secretly by him, waiting for the emperor to come.

Shen Yan proposed to hold a Lantern Festival, so that the emperor can parade the canal and celebrate with the common people.

When the emperor came, there was a lot of battle, and Nanzhou was warmly welcomed. Both sides of the canal were crowded with people, cheering constantly.

Shen Yan and Jiang Wen'an enjoyed it with the emperor in the boat.

As night fell, the emperor had a banquet and sent it to the people's homes, ordering the people to disperse, and went home to share the family happiness with their families and enjoy the emperor's kindness.

At this time, the big ship where the emperor was on was about to enter the center of the canal.

There is a secret space in the center of the canal. According to Jiang Wen'an's suggestion, a special material is used for the walls, so that you can see the surroundings clearly, and you feel like you are in the water when you enter it.

Shen Yan set up a banquet in this space, and the emperor felt novelty when he heard it, and nodded his appreciation along the way, and at this moment he was no longer stingy with praise.

"Yan'er did a good job this time."

"Thank you, Father."

The emperor just praised him and didn't mention any rewards.

Shen Yan didn't care about these things.

Jiang Wen'an was complaining silently in his heart, when he suddenly heard the sound of a sobbing horn from outside, it stopped with just one sound, and then a person walked in from outside.

It turned out to be the secret guard who had been in touch with Shen Yan earlier.

He has taken off his black clothes, and now he is just an ordinary follower.

"See Your Majesty."

Shen Yan glanced at him, and the master and servant exchanged eyebrows secretly.

"Yingchen, the wizard has already picked it up?"

The shadow guard who called Shadow Chen was respectful: "The wizard is already waiting outside."

Shen Yan looked at the emperor, bowed his hands and saluted: "Father, this place lives in the middle of the river. No one has entered after the completion of the construction. A wizard must open the way before entering."

The emperor had always believed in ghosts, gods, Buddhas and Taoism, and he had no doubts when he heard what he said, so he nodded lazily, indicating that he was right.

Yingchen went to invite the wizard to board the boat, and Shen Yan and Chen Minghong, who was beside the emperor, looked at each other.

This glance did not avoid Jiang Wen'an, he was a little surprised, and secretly felt that something would happen.

Eunuch Chen walked out closely following the footsteps of the emperor, while Shen Yan and Jiang Wen'an trailed behind.

The wizard of the Miao area was already waiting outside, and when the emperor came out, the torch in his hand immediately ignited.

The wizard faced the building that arched upwards from the center of the river, murmuring incomprehensible spells.

Standing beside Shen Yan, Jiang Wen'an suddenly felt a little dizzy.

"Oman, Mami Pika, Pixiuluo can rest for a while" the wizard said the spell faster and faster. He held up the torch, turned around suddenly, and opened his mouth to blow. The fire suddenly sprayed in front of the emperor, illuminating his reason Frightened and slightly widened eyes.

Jiang Wen'an felt that something inside his body was suppressed by the sudden flames, and he had an urge to hide back. When the heat wave swept over, he felt a strong sense of weightlessness, and his eyes went black.

Before he lost consciousness, there were only shouts in his ears one after another.

Chen Minghong's, Yanyan's...

The scene was very chaotic.

"The emperor has fainted! Hurry up, there is a stable and flat bed in the secret realm, quickly help the emperor enter the secret realm"

Yingchen sent the fainted emperor into the secret water realm according to the plan, and Chen Minghong anxiously called out "Chuan the imperial doctor", and then entered.

The only change was Jiang Wen'an, he also fainted for some reason, so Shen Yan did not follow the original plan to enter the secret realm together, but anxiously carried him back to the boat, calling him constantly.

The next day, the people received the news that the emperor suddenly fell ill and needed rest, and the carnival came to an end.

The wizard diagnosed the emperor because the real dragon's luck was too strong, and when he entered the river, the river god was also shaken.

After the practice of the wizard, the emperor finally woke up.

Yingchen came to report that something wrong with the emperor was really shocking, and if it leaked, it might cause great turmoil in the court.

But right now, Shen Yan couldn't take this time into consideration, because two days had passed, and Jiang Wen'an hadn't woken up yet.

The person lying on the bed was breathing steadily, as if he had fallen asleep, but he just couldn't wake up.

The wizard once came to see him, but he shook his head and didn't speak, just put an oil lamp beside the bed.

Shen Yan was so frightened that she neither ate nor slept, and stayed by her husband's side all the time, never leaving her.

Yingchen brought a bowl of porridge, and looked at Shen Yan worriedly: "Your Highness, let's eat some."

Shen Yanwan seemed to have never heard of it, just holding on to her husband's hand and staring closely at his rosy face illuminated by the oil lamp.

He frowned tightly, bowed his head and kissed the still warm fingertips of his husband.

You look so good, why won't you wake up?

"Mister must be hungry after sleeping for two days, sir, wake up and have dinner with Yanyan?"

His eyes were bloodshot due to exhaustion, his voice was weak and hoarse, and Yingchen could hardly hear it anymore.

"Your Highness, Mr. Jiang will be sad if he sees you like this, you still..."

"Where's the wizard?" Shen Yan suddenly turned to look at Ying Chen, "Father is already awake, why didn't the wizard come to see Mr., let him come over!"

Yingchen had no choice but to invite the wizard over again.

The wizard who practiced continuously seemed to be much older, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious.

Shaking his head, still shaking his head.

Shen Yan clenched his fists, feeling a little cold.

He said coldly, "Speak."

He wanted to know what happened to Mr., even if he couldn't wake up, there should be a reason.

The ravine-covered face twitched slightly, and the wizard said solemnly, "He doesn't belong here."

"What do you mean?" Shen Yan only looked at her husband, her voice was unbelievably soft, as if she was afraid that even the slightest sound would disturb her husband and make him go away with the wind.

Shake your head, or shake your head!

Shen Yan's voice was almost choked with sobs: "What do you mean?"

"What does it mean not to belong here?" The husband has been by his side to accompany him and love him, and he has been doing well for so many years, "What does it mean not to belong here?!"

Shen Yan almost ran away, stood up and pulled the wizard's collar, shouting: "Save him!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness, please calm down!" Ying Chen pulled Shen Yan, trying to dissuade him: "Your Highness, it won't help the matter, it won't do Mr. Jiang any good..."

Shen Yan stared, the strength in his hands finally loosened, he turned around like a wandering soul, returned to his husband, held his hands again, and called him over and over again.

A tear fell silently, and tick-tock landed on Jiang Wenan's fair wrist, with a small mole on it.

Jiang Wen'an seemed to have entered a secret place surrounded by smog. He could hear Yanyan's voice calling his name eagerly, but he didn't know where the voice came from, he couldn't see it, and he couldn't touch it.

He didn't know how long he was groping in the mist, and Yanyan's voice could be heard from time to time, getting weaker and hoarse, he seemed to hear Yanyan crying.

He wanted to find Yanyan and hug him, but he still had no direction.

He ran eagerly, finally found the light source, and marched towards it, Jiang Wen'an stepped into the air.

When he woke up again, he saw the snow-white ceiling, and his eyes slowly moved down. It was a poster, which showed the current hot star.

now?

Jiang Wen'an lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt and saw that the quilt was dark gray, soft and goose down.

There was his basketball bracelet next to his pillow, and the mobile phone showing "low battery" was on, and the breathing light was flickering.

With a twitch of his heart, Jiang Wen'an took a look at the mobile phone that was unfamiliar at this moment, and his whole body suddenly started to act.

The phone was still on the novel page, and the name of the novel was written in the upper left corner: "Yanjing Baojian".

Posters, bracelets, novels, this is... his dormitory? !

As if to confirm what he said, the flashlight on the opposite bed was turned on, and the roommate's unfamiliar yet familiar voice came: "Brother Wen? What's wrong with you?"

Brother Wen?

That's right, it was the roommate on the bed opposite him who was called Little Bear, only he would call himself that.

Drenched in cold sweat, Jiang Wenan calmly replied, "It's okay, I'm having a nightmare."

"Why are you not sleeping yet?"

"Playing games all night, I'm going to sleep right away, Brother Wen, do you still have to go to the library?"

"Well. You go to sleep."

It was a very ordinary conversation in the university dormitory, but Jiang Wen'an seemed to have exhausted all his strength to speak out.

When the dormitory returned to calm, Jiang Wen'an lost his strength and collapsed.

It was already dawn, and the roommate who stayed up all night had just fallen asleep, snoring loudly, Jiang Wen'an got out of bed lightly, and only then recalled the current situation.

It was a week after the final exam. Two roommates had already packed their things and went home a week ago—let’s say it was a week. There were only two people left in the dormitory, Jiang Wen'an and Xiao Xiong, who were going to study at school.

He washed up in a daze, carefully packed his ipad and charging cable, just like every day in the three years he had spent in school, he was going to the cafeteria to buy a steamed stuffed bun, and rushed to the library while eating.

Is this supposed to be real life...?

After the end of the term, most people went home, and there were very few people in the cafeteria. For the first time, Jiang Wenan bought the egg pancake he wanted most without queuing up. After taking a bite, he found that it still tasted like he remembered. It was not as delicious as expected.

Probably the most precious thing in the past was the process of waiting in a long line and finally buying it.

He stuffed the omelette down in two or three gulps, raised his head and drank a few sips of water, then walked to the trash can beside him and stuffed the small bag into it.

He glanced at the flower bed next to him, but couldn't take it back.