After Dressing Up As a Little Fulang

From that day on, An Yun went to the ancestral hall every morning after getting up to accompany Zang Ya. From time to time, he found excuses to get Zang Ya to stand up and rest, trying not to let him kneel for too long.

It was a bit cold at night, and the ancestral hall became even colder.

As the temperature dropped in the evening, An Yun couldn’t bear the cold anymore. Finally, at Zang Ya’s seemingly unintentional suggestion, he curled up in Zang Ya’s arms and let him hold him while he sat cross-legged.

Zang Ya wrapped a thin blanket around them, pulling An Yun between his legs to shield him from the cold, while listening to him tell stories he had never heard before.

Candles were lit on both sides, and in the middle sat the two of them, relying on each other. In front of them were the Zang family ancestors, yet An Yun wasn’t scared at all. He slowly continued the unfinished story from the morning.

“It is said that before Liu Bei died, he entrusted his son to Zhuge Liang, asking him to continue helping his son complete his unfinished business. Unfortunately, the son born to the famous Liu Bei turned out to be a man who couldn’t bear such responsibility…”

His voice trailed off and gradually grew softer.

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There wasn’t much to do during those days. An Yun had already finished telling stories of Journey to the West, Dream of the Red Chamber, and Water Margin. Now, only Romance of the Three Kingdoms remained.

While An Yun told these stories, Zang Ya never asked where he had heard them. He would only occasionally inquire about details and discuss with An Yun how certain actions could have been handled more reasonably.

For instance, after An Yun finished talking about Water Margin, Zang Ya simply felt that Song Jiang was foolish. He had so many powerful brothers, yet he didn’t want to become a king and instead chose to surrender.

Although Song Jiang eventually died, Zang Ya thought that if he hadn’t been lucky to meet loyal companions when distributing wealth, he would have perished much earlier.

It didn’t surprise Zang Ya that someone who only had luck and no real talent, and whose loyalty was somewhat hypocritical, met such an ending.

An Yun had originally believed that Song Jiang was at least very loyal, but after several arguments with Zang Ya, he came to see Zang Ya’s point of view and gradually forgot about his initial stance.

As he continued telling stories, whenever they encountered characters with different views, An Yun would still argue with Zang Ya.

At those times, even if An Yun became a bit passionate during the debate, Zang Ya never got angry with him.

As time went by, An Yun was no longer as intimidated by Zang Ya as he had been at first, and the two of them grew gradually closer.

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At one point, Zang Ya leaned on An Yun’s shoulder, thinking that An Yun was probably about to fall asleep. Sure enough, a moment later, An Yun was already sleeping in Zang Ya’s arms.

Zang Ya watched him for a while, seeing how soundly he slept, as if he had instinctively found a comfortable position in his arms. After rubbing against him a little, An Yun slept even more deeply.

Zang Ya thought An Yun was like a Persian cat. Initially defensive, but over time, once he realized there was no threat around and his owner treated him kindly, he would relax faster than anyone else.

Zang Ya glanced outside at the sky. The bright moon was already high above. “No wonder he is so sleepy,” he murmured.

Zang Ya stood up from his cross-legged position, picked An Yun up from the ground, and prepared to leave the ancestral hall.

The moment Zang Ya stood up, he glanced at the rankings. His eyes swept over the densely packed names, and he finally lowered his head slightly in their direction, “Excuse me for the time being.”

After saying that, Zang Ya held An Yun tightly and walked out.

As Zang Ya stepped out of the door with An Yun in his arms, Qing Yue, who had been guarding the door, silently followed behind.

“I’m going back. You send someone to clean the hall again tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

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When An Yun woke up again, he felt himself being hugged by someone, and the embrace felt particularly familiar. He subconsciously snuggled in closer.

Soon, An Yun realized something was off. The sensation was that of being held by a person. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Zang Ya sleeping next to him, holding him tightly.

Although An Yun had become used to being Zang Ya’s pillow in various places, and they often slept together during lunch breaks, Zang Ya had never spent the night at his place.

An Yun looked at Zang Ya, his face turning red as he grew unsure of what to do next.

Zang Ya, however, seemed to be stirred awake by An Yun’s movement.

When Zang Ya woke up, he appeared momentarily confused. But as soon as he came into contact with An Yun, that confusion softened into gentleness, and he quickly asked, “Are you awake?”

An Yun nodded.

Zang Ya touched his head and, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, said, “Get up now that you’re awake!”

With that, Zang Ya got up and called outside. The maids promptly came in with toiletries, helping Zang Ya get dressed without missing a beat.

An Yun, still a bit dazed, watched the scene unfold. Once he finished washing up, he suddenly remembered how the maids had served Zang Ya so naturally, as though they weren’t surprised at all. Their movements were as if Zang Ya had always been the owner of this small house.

To reassure himself that it was indeed his own room, An Yun glanced around at the furnishings several times. After confirming that everything was still arranged as it should be, he realized that Zang Ya had carried him to his own room. He sighed in relief but grew more and more puzzled.

After the two of them finished washing up, the maids brought in breakfast.

It was now the end of summer, and the weather had started to cool down.

Zang Ya’s favourite dish was still cold skin noodles, and naturally, they were part of today’s breakfast. However, the other side dishes had been replaced with stomach-warming options.

An Yun ate slowly, while Zang Ya ate quickly but in large amounts.

One ate slowly, the other ate more, and in the end, they finished eating at the same time.

After breakfast, Zang Ya turned to look at An Yun, who seemed to be lost in thought beside him. He gently touched An Yun’s cheek, rubbing his warm, tender skin with his fingertips. Then he said warmly, “I won’t be back at noon. I’ll take you out to play later, so wait for me at home.”

An Yun was a little surprised when he heard this, thinking back to the last time he went out with Zang Ya. He began to feel a bit excited and nodded obediently.

Zang Ya was very satisfied with An Yun’s performance and left with Qing Yue after giving instructions to An Yun.