Fourteenth year of Chenghua 62 (part)
☆ Short excerpt from Fourteenth Year of Chenghua / The Sleuth of Ming Dynasty - Chapter 62 ☆ Summary: Tang Fan took off his pants and spread his legs for Sui Zhou. For medical reasons.
So I’ve been obsessed with this series lately and I’d just like to translate a few short parts from the novel. The relationship between Sui Zhou and Tan Fan was very subtle, up until chapter 62 where we received a big fan service scene...
Context: Tang Fan and Sui Zhou were traveling to Henan for a mission (completely different from the drama). Since they traveled by horse and Tang Fan has a weak civil minister body, his thighs got pretty roughed up on the journey and Sui Zhou is offering to apply medicine for him and change his bandages. This except mentions a character named Yin Yuanhua. He is another civil minister who’s tagging along for the mission and who doesn’t get along well with Tang Fan.
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“Come here.”
Tang Fan saw the items in his hands and couldn’t help but snicker: “You know I’ve applied the bandages enough already… Thanks to that, it’s practically all healed. There’s no need to keep bandaging anymore. It’ll only be a bother!”
Sui Zhou glared at him: “Come here right away. Shouldn’t you know best whether you’ve healed or not?”
Of course he hasn’t healed.
Tang da-ren could only drop his act and walk over slowly.
Sui Zhou: “Lay down, take off your pants and pull up your clothes.”
Tang Fan: “…”
That sentence. There wasn’t any way for it to not sound wrong. If there had been people passing by at this exact moment, 8 out of 10 would have misunderstood.
But in reality, it was completely not what it seemed.
Tang Fan’s physical build wasn’t any better than that of Yin Yuanhua’s. He had followed the more adept horse riders closely for countless days and it was unbearable, but riding in a carriage would have been worse. One could tell just by looking at Yin Yuanhua’s sad state. Riding a horse will only hurt the butt and both inner thighs but riding the carriage would have hurt the entire body. In that case, he’d choose the lesser pain. On this trip, Tang da-ren was the leader of the operation, so he’d rather grit his teeth and refused to become like Yin Yuanhua with subpar intelligence.
This was called dying with honor.
There was nothing to do about the butt. Since the skin there was thick and could withstand more abrasion, there was no need to worry about that point. The problem was the inner thighs that were constantly in friction with the horse, causing blisters to form and the skin to bleed.
He had wanted to apply medicine on his wounds but Tang Fan was too proud and couldn’t bring himself to mention it, up until Sui Zhou forcefully applied it for him.
Tang da-ren absolutely wanted to avoid having to change his bandages every night.
If he could choose, he’d much rather volunteer to go to the Luo river to face the river god than lay on the bed like this, with his legs spread out, no pants, with his clothes pulled up to have Sui Zhou change the bandages around his wounds.
They were both men. They had what the other had and they also lacked what the other lacked. But even so, Tang Fan didn’t feel right about this and kept starting intently at the ceiling like he could exit his mortal flesh, all in order to hide his embarrassment.
Sui Zhou seemed to be able to read his thoughts and thought it was funny. His expression showed no change as he continued to apply the bandages. He pretended to absentmindedly peek at the other’s loin, then casually said: “Your size isn’t bad at all.”
Even if Tang Fan was pretending to be dead, he was still paying attention and as soon as he heard those words, he couldn’t help his face immediately flaring up to his ears. He angrily said: “How dare you go against this imperial commissioner and make scrutinizing remarks? Do you not want to live anymore?”
Sui Zhou countered: “I’m also an imperial commissioner.”
Tang Fan: “You’re a deputy. I’m your superior. Stop talking nonsense and take off those pants too so this minister may judge you at once!”
Sui Zhou: “Do you really want to see?”
Tang Fan: “Of course I do!”
He thought that Sui Zhou would come up with an excuse to refuse, but he didn’t expect him to obediently stand up without saying anything and was about to untie his belt.
Tang Fan hastily said: “Come to think of it, I know yours is smaller than mine. It would do no good if your pride were to take a hit for this. All men care for their reputation, so I will dismiss this for you.”
Sui Zhou: “It’s fine, I don’t mind.”
Tang Fan: “…”
Sui Zhou really only wanted to tease Tang Fan a little. He never planned to go that far.
Seeing that Tang da-ren liked to have his ruffled feathers smoothed, he ceased the teasing and brought over a plate of desserts from the table. He picked up a piece and brought it to Tang da-ren’s mouth.
Under the dim candlelight, Tang Fan couldn’t see clearly see the shape of the jujube pastry, but took a bite anyways. Once in his mouth, the taste was sublime, pleasantly sour and reminiscent of the taste made by the cook back at home when he was a child.
He hasn’t had enough so he rolled out his tongue to pull the rest of the pastry into his mouth. Only, he wasn’t careful and grazed against Sui Zhou’s finger. The latter hesitated, then very quickly withdrew.
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Sui Zhou voice) nice d!ck
