Chapter 10#

Even a man of iron can get sick. Han Lang finally fell ill, so seriously that he couldn’t go to court and could only stay at home to recuperate.

Therefore, the number one on the gossip list in the capital was still this Prince Funing.

The emperor summoned the imperial physicians to see him. It was said that Han Lang only had a cold. The most effective prescription was given, but there was no sign of improvement.

Gradually, it was rumored in the streets and alleys that Han Lang had been cursed with some strange spell. In short, there were all kinds of opinions.

“Liuyun, stop reading the memorials with your broken voice. My ears can’t take it.” Han Lang said with a smile, his hair loose and lying on the bed, in good spirits.

Liuyun swallowed his saliva with some grievance, obviously daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

Han Lang knew what Liuyun was complaining about in his heart, and still maintained a smile, saying, “You can call that loud-mouthed Hua Guiren.”

To be honest, Han Lang had a headache when he heard Hua Gui’s broken throat, so he didn’t see him often, but there were always exceptions.

After all, Hua Guiren was a noble person. Even if he didn’t have the posture of inviting Zhuge Liang three times, it was not far off. When he entered Han Lang’s bedroom, he said in a loud voice, “I don’t know many characters, I can’t read!”

“Let your master make gestures, and you translate.” Han Lang pointed to the green onion standing next to Hua Gui - Hua Rong. Then, he closed his eyes to rest.

Of course, Hua Rong did his best. After all, it was not everyday vocabulary, but Hua Rong couldn’t translate anything. Even if everyone was confused, Han Lang could guess eight or nine points of the meaning and didn’t stop him.

After a whole afternoon of torment, Hua Rong’s hand speed gradually slowed down.

“It’s boring to read this, I’m about to fall asleep myself. I might as well read something else to refresh myself.” Hua Gui didn’t listen to other people’s opinions, took out a book from his arms, and began to read aloud, “In the Chen family in the capital, there is a single-heir scholar, handsome and beautiful, as beautiful as a peach and plum, with a graceful demeanor, like Pan Lang in the world; there is a prince in the court who admires his male beauty and wants to take him as a concubine, but he has been repeatedly rejected, but he is not discouraged and wants to use force. That day, the peach blossoms were in full bloom…”

Everyone’s mouths were half open and they were silent.

Han Lang closed his eyes, as if he was still listening very attentively. And the content of the reading became more and more hot…

“As soon as the prince saw the scholar, his heart was in a mess. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that there was no one around, strip the scholar of his clothes, and force him to have sex…”

Han Lang still didn’t move.

Hua Gui’s face turned red to his neck and he stopped.

“Why don’t you continue?” Han Lang finally opened his eyes, with a smile on his lips, a very evil and charming smile.

“If you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter.” Hua Gui replied to Han Lang without ambiguity. He was originally prepared to embarrass Han Lang, but he blamed himself for not being able to continue reading.

At this time, a servant brought the freshly brewed Chinese medicine. Han Lang got up, drank it all in one gulp, and then lay down on his side, pillowing his head with one arm, “Hua Gui, give this obscene book to Hua Rong. Liuyun, you go to the palace to see Liunian, I’m afraid he can’t stand it. Except for Hua Rong, everyone else, get out.”

Hua Gui’s eyebrows widened and his eyebrows stood up. “I took the wrong book to read, it was originally…”

Before he could finish his words, he was pulled out of the door by Liuyun.

Before Hua Rong had time to react, he saw Han Lang smiling and beckoning to him, and then patted the edge of the bed.

Hua Rong sat down obediently by the bed. Seeing that Han Lang was still sweating slightly, he was very dutiful and considerate in fanning Han Lang.

“What have you been busy with these past few days?” Han Lang smiled and pushed back the hair hanging on Hua Rong’s forehead. There was a faint medicinal fragrance around.

“I can’t take on business, so I can only wander around.” Hua Rong stopped fanning and answered with gestures, “I only wander around in the prince’s mansion.” Sometimes appropriate supplements are also needed.

Han Lang said “oh” lightly: “I heard from Liuyun that the lights in your room have been on very late recently?”

“The prince is sick, so I’m naturally worried.” Hua Rong was obviously tired from making gestures earlier, and this time his movements were very slow.

Han Lang reached out and stroked Hua Rong’s face with his fingertips. “Worried enough to check the prescription the imperial physician gave me?”

Hua Rong’s face did not change, and he nodded repeatedly.

Han Lang moved closer to Hua Rong, and the hot air he exhaled gently sprayed on Hua Rong’s ear: “But you are really arrogant enough to actually eat my food; do you think this dish tastes a bit strong?”

Hua Rong opened his fan to fan Han Lang.

“I don’t eat out because I have no appetite.” Han Lang licked Hua Rong’s earlobe with his tongue, which was slightly cool. “It’s not easy to be exposed when you eat food that you remember the taste of.”

“You should also know that I am a light sleeper; if I don’t have sex, I’m afraid I won’t even be able to take a nap.” I can’t sleep at night. Han Lang’s pupils began to contract, and his fingers stroked Hua Rong’s Adam’s apple.

“Hua Rong, you have spent all your thoughts on your benefactor. So I won’t play guessing games with you today. I am immune to all poisons; but medicine is three parts poison, so no matter whether the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician is for my illness or not, it will not be effective.” The illness cannot be cured.

Han Lang blinked and kissed Hua Rong’s lips, and the fingers stroking Hua Rong’s Adam’s apple slowly began to exert force. Hua Rong made a “gurgling” sound, not from his throat, but from the bone of his Adam’s apple.

Hua Rong’s face did not change, the corners of his eyes were pinched until they were bloodshot, and the corners of his mouth still carried a smile.

Han Lang suddenly let go and laughed loudly: “You are really not afraid of death.”

After Hua Rong bent down and coughed dryly a few times, he explained with his hands: “A guest once said that when a person is on the verge of death, it is easier for people to get an erection when they see it.”

Han Lang hid his smile, leaned over, his eyes sparkling, showing a charm that even a fox could hardly match: “Really…”

The cold wind outside the house was bleak, and the sound of evening turning into night suddenly became clear.

With a few “bangs”, the wooden door suddenly came off all its bolts and swept towards the bed.

Han Lang, with his back to the door, waved his arm to block it. The exquisite carved wooden door instantly shattered into pieces and scattered in all directions.

Hua Rong’s eyes widened, he couldn’t catch his breath, and he easily and directly rolled his eyes and fainted on the bed. Han Lang glanced at him, turned around and tied up the robe hanging on his body.

Outside the door, a slightly regretful voice came: “The material of this door is not bad.”

The setting sun cast a golden light gracefully.

Han Lang flicked the wood chips that had fallen on his shoulder with one hand, tied up his hair, and prepared for battle: “Brother, I’m still settling accounts with my male pet.”

It was Han Yan who came. He leaned against the green bamboo outside the door and shook his head: “Anyway, he has already fainted. Let’s settle our accounts first. But then again, you are not as sick as I thought.”

“Of course, otherwise how would brother be willing to show up. I specially thank you for the bird you sent to remind me of my illness.”

Before Han Lang finished speaking, Han Yan had already flown out: “It’s poison, not illness, right?”

Han Lang jumped up, and the two brothers met in mid-air…

The red sun had already set nine-tenths in the west, casting the last bit of afterglow on the earth.

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At the beginning, the two sides exchanged fists and kicks like a torrential rain, neither giving way to the other, and they were evenly matched.

But gradually, Han Lang felt a tightness in his chest, his speed could not keep up, and even his vision was a little blurry. In just a moment of inattention, Han Yan had already flown to his side and slapped him on the left shoulder.

Han Lang was hit and landed on one knee. Even with his hands on the ground, he couldn’t control himself and retreated several feet, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Under the heavy blow, Han Lang held his breath, coughed lightly, controlled the shaking of his body, and exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, which turned into a cloud of white smoke in the cold wind.

“Are our accounts settled?” Han Lang stood up with difficulty: “You just escaped from the place of exile, and you are so impatient to seek revenge on me. Do you really hate me that much?”

Han Yan did not speak, but looked at him with a cold smile.

From being powerful in the court to being exiled to a foreign land, all of this was thanks to Han Lang. If he said he didn’t hate him, I’m afraid no one would believe it.

“Then if I pardon you and restore you to your original post, and return everything to you. Does that count as letting you take revenge?” Han Lang raised his head and said slowly, meeting his eyes.

The two pairs of eyes were so similar.

No matter what the grievances are, brothers are brothers after all.

The sun sets and the moon rises. Under the moon, people’s shadows are elongated and become pale.

Han Yan said coldly: “A person who has been poisoned with ‘Jiang Li’ is slowly waiting for death without an antidote. Grand Tutor Han, are you afraid that after you die, no one will assist the emperor, so you came to me?”

Han Lang did not speak. As he circulated his qi through his acupoints, he glanced back at the unconscious Hua Rong. The room had no door, and the night wind was rushing around inside. He was really able to endure it, and he could lie motionless in such a cold place.

“Brother, do you want it or not, just one word.”

“If you deal with the person who betrayed me back then, I will come back.” Han Yan did not waste words, walked to Han Lang’s side, and smiled.

Han Lang frowned: “Are you referring to Pan Shangxi?”

“Yes, it’s him.”

“Han Yan, are you making things difficult for me?” Everyone knew that Pan Shangxi’s second uncle, Pan Ke, was the Grand Marshal of the army and horses, a close minister of Han Lang, and now he held the military power.

“If you are sincere, then sacrifice the ‘chariot’ to protect the ‘general’. As for whether that ‘general’ is worth protecting, you can judge for yourself; I don’t care.” Han Yan’s voice was light, but it contained a thousand catties of force.

When Liuyun rushed back, he learned that an accident had happened in the mansion and hurried to the study where Han Lang was temporarily resting.

Han Lang was flipping through a book, and the sound of the paper turning was very loud. It was unknown who he was angry with; Hua Rong was actually sleeping on the couch, very stable.

Although Liuyun was still a little unclear about the situation, he still took the blame first.

Han Lang did not blame him for anything and told him to get up.

“Master, the emperor…” Liuyun knew that the master was in a bad mood and replied hesitantly.

“Tell him I’m dead.” Han Lang interrupted him rudely, flipping the book too hard and tearing a page.

“Master, this—”

“Do you have to send my memorial tablet to the palace for him to believe it? Tell Liunian to order one tomorrow!”

Liuyun didn’t dare to play with the chess pieces in the study anymore and obediently retreated.

After a while, Han Lang got up and hit Hua Rong’s face hard with the book: “If you have the ability, just keep pretending to be unconscious. I’ll order a coffin for you tomorrow. Buried alive!”

Hua Rong sat up in horror, glanced around, and touched the half of his face that had been hit, which was burning.

After that, Han Lang didn’t make things difficult for him. He suddenly grabbed his shoulder and asked, “If I die, what will you do?”

Hua Rong was stunned for a long time before he made a gesture of crying bitterly.

“Alright, alright! It’s more practical for me to set up a memorial tablet for myself. There’s no one with a conscience. I’ll go get it tomorrow. It’s not bad to pick some wild flowers on the way and attract some colorful butterflies.” Han Lang squeezed onto the couch and shared a pillow with Hua Rong.

“Hua Rong, do you dream?”

Hua Rong shook his head, his eyes showing confusion, as if he couldn’t keep up with Han Lang’s thinking for the first time.

“I haven’t dreamed for a long time.” Han Lang suddenly seemed to think of something, and the corners of his mouth raised, “Hua Rong, this is the sleep acupoint. I allow you to press me here and let me have a good rest.”

Hua Rong waved his hand.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t know martial arts. It would be troublesome if Liuyun and the others knew. I don’t know how long I will sleep if they hit me. If you hit me, I can’t sleep too deeply.” Han Lang’s deceptive words made people’s bodies and minds begin to go numb.

Hua Rong, who was bewitched by Han Lang, really made a move.

Of course, it wasn’t hit in one go, but after several times.

Han Lang was finally hit. The hand holding Hua Rong slowly loosened, and he fell into a deep sleep.

When Han Lang woke up, he rubbed his eyes and found that Hua Rong was staring at him with a complicated expression.

“If I help you solve the problem and let you kill that Pan Shangxi with peace of mind, will you be able to sleep soundly?”

Seeing him wake up, Hua Rong slowly made a gesture.

Han Lang stepped forward and pinched his chin, narrowing his eyes: “You really pretended to be unconscious, you heard everything.”

“When you were asleep, you kept saying ‘I can’t die yet’, a total of twenty-six times.” Hua Rong continued, avoiding the topic of pretending to be unconscious.

Han Lang pursed his lips, a hint of weariness appearing in his expression.

Fourteen years of sleeplessness, that kind of weariness had already formed into an eternal ice in his body, which would drag him until he slept forever.

And Hua Rong’s gestures were still continuing: “Grand Marshal Pan Ke and I also have a relationship, I can give it a try.”

Han Lang’s hand dropped from his chin, still with a half-smile: “Then you can try it with your backyard relationship. If you succeed, I will grant you a request, as long as I can do it.”

Hua Rong nodded happily.

Han Lang sighed and looked south.

Not far to the south was the Imperial Palace, where his emperor Zhou Huaijing lived.

The night was quiet all around, not even a trace of wind.

Facing the direction of the Golden Luan Hall, Han Lang was silent, and finally lowered his eyes.