Chapter 156: Wei Little Wan Dances
The horn had only blown twice, and the second blow wasn’t even finished, when Wei Wanlan, stepping crunch-crunch on the snow, somehow moved back very quickly to the location of the side hall from just now.
The soldier was even half a step slower than him, causing a layer of frosty white snow pellets to be shaken onto the snow surface.
Wei Wanlan wasn’t wearing his dragon robe; a cloak with red tones wrapped him up like a fluffy dumpling. Although the soldier was extremely respectful, he was a little distracted, thinking in his heart that the little Emperor looked like a little fox happily bounding about.
Yummy food, Zhen is coming!
Very sleepy, but it didn’t delay attending the banquet at all.
By this time, the smoke inside the side hall had largely dissipated. The tent burned incense unique to the Hu lands, a scent with a sweet and rich afternote. The banquet music in the Hu lands was distinctly different from Great Wei’s; the tunes were brisk and melodious, the Pipa pleasant, the maracas crisp.
Gold and silver tableware shone brilliantly.
The main dish was placed in the center of the side hall. Roasted meat was set up on iron racks, the meat brownish-red, sizzling with oil, with a layer of crispy, enticing charred skin on the outside.
Wei Wanlanâs cheeks constantly secreted saliva. The sleepiness faded, and his dragon paws involuntarily covered his belly. The soft tip of his tongue licked his upper lip, and he sat in the main seat patter-patter.
“This general and others pay respects to Your Majestyâ”
“Greeting the Emperor, Your Majesty.”
Great Wei generals and newly incorporated Turkic generals stood up to bow respectively. Turkic etiquette was different from Great Wei’s; they pounded their chests with fists, showing unique heroism.
Wei Wanlan was now used to such scenes. Unruffled, he let them sit, gave a brief opening speech, and hurriedly called for the banquet to begin.
The frequency of getting hungry had been relatively high recently.
Fortunately, roast meat, fine wine, cheese… were all served.
Just as Wei Wanlan picked up food with silver chopsticks, ready to chow down, the felt curtain outside the tent lifted. Snow pellets rushed in with the wind, and the Regent King entered the banquet last, carrying the cold air all over his body. He took the first seat on the lower left.
Must have been busy just now, right?
Recalling several strategies concocted in his head to “make the Regent King happy and reconcile with the Regent King,” Wei Wanlan implemented them quickly, waving to the soldier waiting beside him: “Go invite the Regent King over to sit beside Zhen.”
Su Jingzhi wouldn’t disobey the decree, so naturally, he came over.
As soon as he sat down, a dragon paw gently grabbed the wine cup in front of him. Wei Wanlan filled two silver lotus cups with red wine, then slowly pushed one in front of Su Jingzhi, looking at him with bright eyes.
Like a child waiting to exchange giftsâaccept his gift, and he will play with you immediately, and even pounce into your arms.
Su Jingzhi couldn’t help but find it funny.
The little guyâs thoughts were always written clearly on his face, yet he thought he hid them well. To be honest, he really was scared at that time, and a bit unhappy about Wei Wanlanâs rash action.
But he wouldn’t truly be angry with Little Wan.
…However, he could take advantage of Little Wan trying to please him to take more liberties?
Quickly formulating a plan to tease the little fool in his head, the Regent King immediately played along.
He raised his cup, tilted his neck, and clinked glasses with Wei Wanlan, but said nothing. He still held his posture steadily, resisting the urge to pinch the little fool’s cheek, observing this little fool calmly, wondering impassively: What other tricks will Little Wan pull to make peace?
So the Regent King drank the wine but didn’t speak.
Wei Wanlanâs guard relaxed slightly, but he didn’t lower his alert. To tease the Regent King into communicating with him, and since he was hungry himself, he picked up meat for both the Regent King and himself.
The roast meat here in Turkic territory was very authentic. It could be eaten with dipping sauces, both liquid sauces and dry dishes of pepper and cumin.
Since recovering his sense of taste, the Regent King had liked eating spicy food with a vengeance. Wei Wanlan picked out good meat with the right balance of fat and lean for him. Adding a bit more of various spices.
“Mm, delicious… Regent King, is the good meat tasty…” While taking care of Su Jingzhi, Wei Wanlan swallowed large mouthfuls of meat. His cheeks were puffed up. The meat was chewy, and he chewed very focusedly and vigorously, so speaking was laborious, his small mouth rosy and oily.
Su Jingzhi teased him: “This King hasn’t tasted a few bites yet, and Your Majesty has eaten it all clean.”
How can you complain about Zhen eating too much???
The little paw shoveling roast meat paused slightly. Wei Wanlan clapped his hands and asked the soldier to fill several more plates, generously sharing half with the Regent King. Then he continued to serve the dipping sauce and arrange the dishes. He didn’t stop eating either; the satisfaction made his breathing even, squinting his eyes from the deliciousness.
Yummy!
Two bowls of sesame rice, several cups of mare’s milk tea.
Yummy!
“Regent King, this pie is also delicious. Zhen will pour you another half cup of barley wine~”
Wei Wanlan showed off his appetite grandly, eating while commenting and recommending. If he had a tail behind him, it would probably be wagging like a blooming flower.
It was hard to say Su Jingzhi wasn’t moved by him. Little Wan always had an inexplicable emotional infectiousness. Being with him, as long as he wasn’t making trouble, Su Jingzhi felt very comfortable and at ease.
He couldn’t hold out much longer.
Su Jingzhi didn’t want to play this game of pretending to be angry with Wei Wanlan anymore. He wanted to pull him over and coax him immediately. But the little fool finally ate and drank his fill, put a piece of roast meat into his mouth, and found that the Regent King hadn’t returned to normal yet. He furrowed his brows, tilted his head, and hardened his heart.
Wei Wanlan leaned over, swallowed the roast meat, and tugged at his sleeve very quietly:
“Don’t be angry anymore. Zhen knows how to dance the Turkic music dance. I’ll dance it for you alone tonight. Regent King, be happy. Be happy, be happy…”
Su Jingzhi was silent.
He shamefully felt that he could persist in pretending to be angry a little longer.
Not two days after Wei Wanlan arrived at Qikou, the raging blizzard stopped.
The banquet dispersed, and they went straight back to rest. The Khan’s Golden Tent was very warm. Once night fell, soldiers presented several sets of clothes for Turkic noblewomen. But strangely, neither the Emperor nor the Regent King had any intention of asking Turkic girls to accompany them in bed, leaving some nobles who wanted to speculate in vain joy.
Wei Wanlan skillfully put on the colorful robe.
Turkic clothes were loose. The robes were embroidered with strange patterns different from Great Wei, interwoven with gold and silver threads shimmering, adorned with large gems.
To show off the waistline, they used a gold belt to bind the waist, exposing the collarbone and belly. There were gold chains on the neck and ankles. Wei Wanlan was barefoot; he didn’t wear shoes when dancing on the velvet carpet. He decided to perform a talent for the Regent King seriously.
Yes, he actually knew how to dance the Hu Xuan.
Before the club’s report performance in late December, the senior sister president wanted a big activity. The cosplay theme was the Prosperous Tang Dynasty, with costumes based on a certain recently popular mobile game.
The senior sister always said regretfully that the male roles were all assigned, and arranged for him to cross-dress as a dancer again. The dancer had a debut dance, specifically guided individually by the president of the dance club. It was exactly the Hu Xuan dance Wei Wanlan was about to perform.
The Golden Tent was huge.
Wei Wanlan was alone in the changing area. After changing clothes, he thought about the moves.
Um, remember it roughly, right?
Anyway, the core of the Hu Xuan dance lay in a bright smile, alluring eyes, and spinning in circles.
He gestured with his hands. It was okay; his neck still remembered how to move. Wei Wanlan blinked a few times, reminding himself not to forget the moves later, and tentatively started to spinâ
Spin…
Spin again…
Right, right, right, Zhen is really smart, just spin like this!
Spinning and spinning, Wei Wanlan felt he was getting into the zone. The familiarity of dancing to melodious music on the campus stage, layers of memory backtracking, flooded his mind realistically.
Wei Wanlan struggled to spin another half circle.
The Turkic music dance reached a climax in this movement. He gently extended his toes to draw a semicircle on the velvet carpet.
The center of gravity supporting his body changed from two feet to one. Wei Wanlanâs toes gripped the carpet, but he felt a falling pain in his stomach at this time, and his vision went black instantly!
He felt terrible. He ate too much again tonight QAQ.
Why couldn’t he control his mouth?
He collapsed a bit listlessly into a ball, his knees pressing tightly against his chest. He waited for the pain to pass. Because he was making the Regent King happy, even though he felt a bit uncomfortable, he still felt he could endure it. He could get through it.
Next time.
Next time, definitely eat two fewer bites, no matter how delicious it is.
Wei Wanlan rested his head on his arm, falling onto the carpet to recover for a moment. As a result, that deep drowsiness rising from his bones seized him again. Wei Wanlan took a few deep breaths.
“Just sleep… a little while.”
Slowly dance for the Regent King later.
He can definitely wait, right?
Facts proved that Su Jingzhi was indeed waiting, and as Wei Wanlan took longer and longer to change clothes, the imagination emerging in Su Jingzhiâs mind became more boundless.
It was like seeing Little Wan blinking his watery doe eyes, dancing lightly in the Golden Tent, his eyes flowing with emotion.
Su Jingzhi had also drunk some wine at the banquet. The wine of the Hu lands was strong, and the charcoal fire in the tent was blazing. He also felt a restlessness rising.
But Wei Wanlan didn’t come out of the changing room for a long time.
Su Jingzhi waited for a moment. That restlessness vaguely turned into worry for Little Wan. The Great Wei Son of Heaven, who appeared to outsiders to have the courage to swallow the Turks from afar and lead a personal expedition, was just silly in front of Su Jingzhi.
So the Regent Kingâs romantic thoughts changed to guessing whether Wei Wanlan had tripped over the dance skirt.
Did he fall and was crying, but because he thought Su Jingzhi was still having a tantrum with him, he dared not tell him?
Su Jingzhi got up and entered the changing room.
Pushing aside the tinkling agate bead curtain, seeing the Turkic beast totem decorations inside the Golden Tent, he found Wei Wanlan in a corner of the changing room, wearing a skirt and lying unconscious on the ground. For a moment, his heart pounded wildly, his mind immediately thinking whether it was a side effect of the Twin Gu.
He hurriedly squatted down to scoop up Wei Wanlan.
“Quickly summon the Military…”
The word “Doctor” was only half spoken.
Su Jingzhiâs brow twitched slightly. Wei Wanlan felt uncomfortable after being picked up and burrowed into the Regent Kingâs arms. His little paws climbed onto his lapel, looking both practiced and natural.
He whined in his sleep, saying softly: “Zhen is sleepy. Regent King, dance tomorrow. Don’t be angry. Don’t be angry. Didn’t break the promise.”
If he lowered himself to argue with him, wouldn’t he become a child too?
Su Jingzhi brought out the responsibility of being nine years older than him and gently placed Wei Wanlan onto the large bed in the Golden Tent. It had a canopy made of light gauze, and the bedding had been completely renewed inside and out.
When he took off that Turkic dance skirt, he saw the belly below Wei Wanlanâs chest and above his waist. Little Wan had no excess fat, yet having just eaten, that belly bulged out like a small hill.
Su Jingzhiâs gaze lingered on it. Moved by some strange impulse, he put his large hand on it, rubbing back and forth to feel the texture. Smooth and soft, making Little Wan look even more like some small animal sleeping with its belly exposed.
Su Jingzhi hooked his lips very lightly.
Hearing Wei Wanlan complain vaguely again: “Stomach hurts.”
“Did you eat too much?”
“You touched it and it hurt.” Saying this, half-asleep and half-awake, forgetting that the two hadn’t formally reconciled yet, he shifted the blame to the Regent King under the covers, whispering, “Anyway, it’s all your fault.”
The more he was blamed, the more Su Jingzhi smiled. He stroked his head gently:
“Blame This King. Always failing to protect you in advance, always letting you suffer fear and grievances.”
How should one put it? Wei Wanlan seemed to have completely forgotten the reconciliation plan, but sleeping in the Golden Tent holding the Regent King was exceptionally peaceful. It seemed the goal was achieved.
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