Dressed as a high-risk occupation

Shen Yan's eyes obviously fluctuated, and his hand holding the bedding tightened slightly.

He was wearing the clothes that Jiang Wen'an had put on for him that day.

Jiang Wen'an came here a few days ago and saw that his closet was empty, only found a few old clothes beside his bed that had been mended countless times, and sent him some new clothes the next day.

Fearing that Shen Yan would not wear them, he even took away those old clothes without authorization, so Shen Yan had to wear new ones.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yan was still wearing the current outfit every day.

"Huh?" Shen Yanchen's gaze sized him up and down, but Shen Yan remained silent, and the prince's expression slowly changed.

Jiang Wen'an had no choice but to jump out to make a rescue: "Go back to His Royal Highness, the clothes His Highness Fifth is wearing belong to the minister."

"Earlier, His Highness the Fifth Highness wet his clothes in Nongxue Pavilion, so I changed a set of clothes for him without authorization. Please forgive me, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Shen Yanchen looked at Jiang Wen'an, then lingered back to Shen Yan, and said intriguingly: "So that's the case."

"Let me tell you. How could the fifth brother have such a good material? It turned out that Mr. Jiang gave it to him."

The implication is that the fifth prince can't even compare to a courtier.

He muttered to himself: "That's right, I can only wear what others don't want."

"Pfft—" There was a sneer from behind, and then there was silence again.

Shen Yan just sneered and didn't speak.

And Jiang Wen'an stood like a thorn on his back, bowing his head guiltily.

It was all because of him that Shen Yan was humiliated like this.

Xu Shi Shen Yan kept silent all the time, and the prince also felt that it was boring, so he took people away quickly.

Before going out, Jiang Wen'an turned his head frequently, looking worriedly at the person sitting on the bed with his head bowed.

Shen Yan's thick bangs hung down, casting a shadow on his face.

Looking back for the last time, he suddenly raised his head, Jiang Wen'an was burned by the darkness in his eyes, and fled in despair.

That night Jiang Wen'an didn't go to see him again, but he was tossing and turning in bed, unable to sleep, and opened his eyes until dawn.

As soon as it was dawn, he pulled Zhu Ru up, and went to the cold palace with charcoal fire and quilts.

The door of the cold palace was wide open, and as soon as he entered, he saw a sleepy eunuch stretching his waist, and a palace maid came out from behind, also looking like she had just woken up.

When the eunuch saw Jiang Wen'an coming in, he stretched his waist and lowered his half-stretched hand, "Yo, Mr. Jiang is here again?"

Jiang Wen'an didn't show his face when he saw people talking about people and ghosts talking nonsense: "Yes, is His Highness Fifth awake?"

"I don't know, Mr. Jiang, let's go in and have a look." He said, pointing to the palace maid behind him.

The court lady was holding a bucket in her hand, and there were grass shears in the bucket.

Jiang Wen'an looked around, and saw that the flowers and plants in the cold palace were in a mess, apparently no one had pruned them.

He asked one more question: "Where is the father-in-law going early in the morning?"

Mentioning this, the eunuch and maid's faces were not very good.

Immediately sighed: "Isn't it because the Chinese New Year is coming, and everyone in the palace is busy, left and right..."

The eunuch changed the subject and said with a smile: "It's just going to various palaces to help trim flowers and plants. Hey, I won't be chatting with Mr. Jiang."

Jiang Wen'an turned his body slightly, and watched the two of them leave.

In the past few days, no one came out to greet Shen Yan. It seemed that they didn't pay much attention to Shen Yan, and everyone in the palace also agreed that there was no need for manpower in the Palace of the Five Emperors, so they were unscrupulously dispatched to help.

Jiang Wen'an sighed inwardly, took a few deep breaths before calling for the door.

"His Highness Fifth..."

He was holding the quilt in his hand, and it was inconvenient to knock on the door, so he kicked it twice, and put his ear close to the door panel to listen to the movement inside.

Silent.

Jiang Wen'an yelled again: "Your Highness Fifth, are you awake?"

He didn't get a response, he guessed that perhaps because of what happened yesterday, Shen Yan didn't want to talk to him.

An apology is necessary, and an apology is also necessary, but he must first see someone.

"Your Highness Fifth, I'm coming in."

He said opening the door with the top of his head.

As soon as I entered the house, I found that the house was as dark as before. The orientation of the cold palace was not good, and the palace was surrounded by big trees on three sides.

Jiang Wen'an beckoned Zhu Ru to put down the silver bone charcoal and sent him out silently, while he hugged a thick quilt and moved in lightly.

"That..." Jiang Wen'an hid behind the quilt, revealing a pair of eyes, staring at Shen Yan who was lying facing the wall, and said cautiously: "Your Highness, I'm here."

Shen Yan didn't speak, so he approached quietly a little bit, and piled the quilt on his bed. The soft velvet quilt was very warm, half-draped on Shen Yan's lap.

The person on the bed moved his feet away as if he had touched something dirty, and moved away from the quilt.

Shen Yan finally spoke: "Go out."

Jiang Wen'an was shivering. Except for the first day he came here, it was the first time he heard the little guy talking to him so coldly.

I'm not used to it now.

He wanted to cry, but apologized pitifully: "I'm sorry, I really didn't do it on purpose last night. As the saying goes, 'It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years', now you and I are powerless to contend with the prince, so we have to bear it first, When I have the ability in the future..."

I don't know which sentence touched him, Shen Yan suddenly turned around, with a rare rich expression on his face: "You want to deal with the prince?"

"what?"

He only looked at Jiang Wen'an with an elusive expression on his face and said, "Do you know that if I tell the prince what you just said, even if you have a hundred lives, you won't be enough to die."

Jiang Wen'an was a little apprehensive at first, but after hearing what he said, he suddenly felt confident, and he was sure that Shen Yan would not do this.

And he was a little inexplicably happy, it seemed that this was the first time Shen Yan uttered such a long sentence.

There is progress!

On the surface, he remained calm, and he said inscrutablely: "Your Highness, I know you won't do this."

Jiang Wen'an waited for him to ask why, but he waited and waited to no avail, one big and one small sat and one lay down, just staring wide-eyed.

Until Jiang Wen'an couldn't stare any longer, and pulled the velvet quilt to cover Shen Yan's body.

Shen Yan's eyes widened, and he looked in disbelief at the person who was pressing down on the quilt tightly to prevent him from moving.

After all, he is only a 13-year-old boy now, and he is very thin, so his strength is naturally inferior to Jiang Wen'an.

Jiang Wen'an played tricks, and smiled very complacently: "Look, the quilt is all over you, it's yours, you have to be responsible for him."

Shen Yan stared at his nonsense.

With a smile on his face, Jiang Wen'an pressed half of his body to prevent him from moving, released one finger and pointed it outside, then put it back on the quilt and pinched it.

When he came here a few times before, he found that Shen Yan's room was very cold, but it wasn't because of ghosts and gods such as cold and gloomy, but because there was no charcoal fire in his room.

It's ridiculous to say that the five princes of the majestic Great Yan Dynasty were reduced to spend the winter without a charcoal fire.

But that's what happened.

Jiang Wen'an put away his hippie smile, looked at the little guy seriously, and said, "You keep the quilt and charcoal for the winter."

He knew that according to the situation in previous years, Shen Yan was not allowed to attend the palace banquet, and Jiang Wen'an didn't want him to suffer from the cold while celebrating the New Year in a deserted manner.

Shen Yan didn't move anymore, he didn't struggle anymore, he lowered his eyelids to feel the soft bedding and the weight on his body.

The crow's feather eyelashes fluttered twice, and he suddenly asked: "Don't you hate me?"

Jiang Wen'an lowered his head and said softly, "How old were you then?"

Shen Yan froze for a moment.

"And how can I save a grown-up with my own strength?"

Shen Yan looked closely at Jiang Wen'an's face, trying to find a flaw in his face.

But no, what Jiang Wen'an said was the truth.

Jiang Wen'an was still saying in a gentle voice: "What you did was right. If you can't ensure your own safety, you can't rush to save others, otherwise there may be more serious consequences."

"I used to...before I just couldn't accept it, and I did many wrong things." Jiang Wen'an paused, without begging for his forgiveness.

"Jiang Wen'an" does not deserve to be forgiven.

Jiang Wen'an's voice was still cold, but at the moment he was speaking so softly.

Shen Yan's eyes gradually blurred, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He is afraid of water, and has been since the day his mother died.

When he was seven years old, he witnessed his mother being pushed into the water by Concubine Ying.

His mother was struggling in the water, but he could only watch with his eyes wide open, and the mother tightly covered his mouth to prevent him from crying.

The people outside watched coldly, and no one rescued the mother.

He burst into tears behind the rockery.

When she was nine years old, Concubine Ying accidentally slipped and fell into the water. He happened to be next to him and heard a woman calling for help.

The soles of his feet seemed to be nailed in place by some invisible thing, he couldn't move at all, he could only watch helplessly.

Later, someone came to pick her up, but it didn't help.

He was slandered by those people and pushed Concubine Ying, or said that he would not save him.

On the day of Concubine Ying's funeral, Jiang Wen'an slapped him.

The long and cruel torture began.

But no one thought that he was just a nine-year-old child.

No one asked him whether he was afraid of water, no one asked him if he had the ability to protect himself in the water.

The person in front of him once ruthlessly threw him into the water and watched him struggle, but it was this person who said to him again, "How old were you at that time" and "You did the right thing".

Shen Yan didn't want to cry, but the tears couldn't be stopped.

***

After that, Jiang Wen'an and Shen Yan maintained a delicate relationship, no one mentioned what happened that night again, but they knew each other tacitly.

Jiang Wen'an went to the imperial hospital to ask the imperial physician to prescribe a prescription for Shen Yan's health, and accidentally learned that the empress had been feeling unwell recently, and it was not getting better.

After hearing what Shen Yanzhao said about Tuomeng, he had been looking for an opportunity to meet the emperor, and now he finally thought of it.

There was a bead plate outside the door of the emperor's dormitory. Jiang Wen'an blew the wind for an hour in the cold winter, and heard the sound of "Dangdang" hitting the bell seven times, and seven jade beads fell from the bead plate.

The eunuch next to the emperor finally came out and passed him in.

As soon as I entered the door, I felt a faint fragrance blowing towards my face. The hall was lit with candles, but it was still dim, and the layers of gauze curtains gently brushed against the cheeks, making people feel like entering a fantasy world.

Jiang Wen'an was very puzzled, no wonder the emperor's temperament was described in the article as cloudy and uncertain, and he also talked about believing in ghosts and gods very much. From the environment here, one can get a glimpse of it.

He tremblingly followed his father-in-law's guidance and walked inside.

The father-in-law only led him to a place separated by a curtain from the emperor to stop.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Jiang has arrived."

"Hmm." An ethereal voice.

Jiang Wen'an knelt down to salute, not daring to look up, only heard the sound of his father-in-law's footsteps gradually going away.

In the silence, Jiang Wen'an swallowed silently.

"Why did Jiang Aiqing ask to see me?"