The emperor always wants to give me marriage

Lin Fang knelt on the ground, terrified, not even daring to look Xia Zhi in the eye.

"I'm disrespectful, I'm going down to receive the punishment."

As he spoke, he bowed his waist and hurriedly retreated.

Xia Zhi gritted his teeth, wanted to get angry but felt that he didn't know where the anger came from, so he yelled outside from embarrassment: "Fuxiu."

Fuxiu always guarded outside the main hall, and would never leave for half a step, but at this time, there was no movement for a long time.

"Fuxiu!"

After a while, Fu Xiu ran into the hall in a hurry, glanced at Xia Zhi's face, and became more cautious: "I don't know what the emperor ordered?"

Xia Zhi was in a daze, and after calming down for a few minutes, he felt that there was no need to fuss over this matter.

If it is placed in modern times, wouldn't it be a big deal if the brothers reacted when they watched Xiao Huang/picture together?

He thought about it carefully, and the reason why he was so unbalanced was because Lin Fang hardened so quickly, but he didn't move at all. Losing to Lin Fang made him feel ashamed, and nothing else.

Alas, it seems that this emperor is not easy to be, he loses his temper at every turn, he has to examine himself three times every day, and he can't really become a fool.

"Forget it." Seeing that Fuxiu was young, Xia Zhi hid "The Doctrine of the Mean" behind him in fear that he would see something he shouldn't see, and then put on a calm look, "Where is Lin Shizi?"

Fuxiu's two eyebrows raised into a horoscope, and her worried face twisted into a bitter gourd: "Your Majesty, Prince Lin called the guards and said that he would punish himself by twenty boards. No matter how much the slave can persuade him, he can't be persuaded now. Maybe he is currently being tortured. Your majesty, why don't you... make a decree to spare Shizi Lin this time?"

Fuxiu didn't know what was going on in the hall, but he just suggested boldly.

Xia Zhi intentionally frightened him, and snorted: "You are considerate of others, you have taken a lot of benefits from Mr. Lin, right?"

"Your Majesty, I am wronged, how dare a slave." Fuxiu knelt on the ground with a "plop", her face pale with fright.

"Okay, okay, I know you are timid." Xia Zhi didn't expect him to be so frightened. Seeing that the child's face turned pale, he couldn't help cursing himself in his heart, it's really not a thing, even children are bullied, "Hurry up Go and ask Lin Shizi to come back, and tell him that I have spared his twenties."

"The slave obeys the order."

Fuxiu had just turned around, and before he could deliver the order, Lin Fang had already strode in. Judging by his walking posture, he didn't look like he had been tortured at all.

Afraid of harming herself, Fuxiu hurriedly exited the hall and closed the gate.

Xia Zhi widened his eyes in surprise, looked Lin Fang up and down, clicked his tongue, and said, "Ai Qing is really extraordinary, after hitting these twenty big boards, she didn't get hurt at all."

He had read from the book that this ancient punishment was slapped on the waist, and if he did not die, half his life would be abolished.Lin Fang, on the other hand, walked briskly and looked calm. He said that he was punished just now, and he was clearly fooling him.

Lin Fangang really hated the thoughts he couldn't restrain. When he stepped out of Yongqing Palace, he did call the guards, but he regretted it before the board hit him.

Thinking silently in his heart, he didn't do anything heinous, why did he hurt himself so much?

Now the emperor doesn't give up, he can't hang out with the concubines in the harem, a great opportunity is in front of him, he should stay by the emperor's side all the time, how can he shrink back at this time.

After making up his mind, he simply got into the ice water to calm down for a while, lowered the evil fire in his body, and rushed back quickly.

Hearing the teasing in Xia Zhi's words, Lin Fang asked back: "I don't know what crime I committed, the emperor wants to punish this humble minister?"

Xia Zhi wanted to see him make a joke, but he was blocked by someone instead. He stared at Lin Fang's dripping hair, and snorted coldly: "You said earlier that you found good medicine for me and asked me to reward you, then .”

As he spoke, he pulled out "The Doctrine of the Mean" from behind, and fell directly to Lin Fang's feet.

"This is a good thing, Ai Qing must carefully consider it, and must not disappoint my whole heart."

Xia Zhi intentionally saw some shameful or angry expressions on his face, so that he could utter a bad breath.

Unexpectedly, Lin Fang picked up "The Doctrine of the Mean" respectfully, opened the cover in front of him, and said solemnly: "This book is a lonely copy. I remember that when I read it with the emperor, the emperor and my ministers said a lot about it. Talk to yourself."

"What... what?" Xia Zhi almost choked on his saliva, "Nonsense, why don't I remember?"

He now has all the memories of the original owner!

"Probably because the emperor was drinking at the time." Lin Fang shouted to the outside, "Fuxiu, go to Osmanthus Spring."

Fuxiu quickly brought up the osmanthus spring, which is the sake made from the osmanthus collected in autumn last year and the first snow collected in winter. It is fragrant and fragrant.

"I respect the emperor for a glass." After filling the wine glass and handing it to Xia Zhi, Lin Fang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him, already planning his wish.

Xia Zhi was a little greedy, wanted to taste the taste, so he drank a glass without saying anything.

The alcohol content is not high, not very spicy, but with a bit of sweetness, it tastes like a drink.

"I just thought of a good method for diagnosis and treatment. After the emperor has drunk three cups, I can do it." Lin Fang filled the empty cup and placed a bait in front of Xia Zhi.

Xia Zhi immediately took the bait, and didn't need Lin Fang to urge him to drink the next two cups, and he himself was bored in a daze.

Xia Zhi can't hold a lot of alcohol, and his face is easy to drink. After three glasses of wine, his face turned red, his mind was confused, and he collapsed on the bed in a dizzy state.

This crisp sound was like a signal, gently tapping on Lin Fang's chest, like the string of a piano that plucked the stormy sea, instantly shattering the self-restraint he was always proud of.

Lin Fang pursed his lips, his deep eyes were fixed on Xia Zhi.

"Aiqing... come... drink again..."

Xia Zhi's voice had long been indistinct, he grabbed his sleeve in a daze, pulled it in the palm of his hand and swayed it from side to side.

"Your Majesty, you are drunk."

Lin Fang supported Xia Zhi's shoulder with one hand, dragged him to the center of the bed, grabbed "The Doctrine of the Mean" with the other hand and put it on the quilt, calmly opened the last page, but after looking at it twice, he threw the book on the ground .

"This book is very good. Since the emperor rewarded the humble minister, the minister will definitely live up to his trust."

Lin Fang carefully unbuttoned Xia Zhi's clothes, his Adam's apple trembled slightly with the movements of his fingertips, as if he was not undoing other people's clothes, but cutting his own heart, peeling away the flesh and bones, all rebellious, presumptuous The thoughts are exposed in this dark night, making people addicted and falling.

Lin Fang's body was still cold even after being immersed in the ice water.

When the cold fingertips touched the fragile parts, Xia Zhi immediately shivered, gasped, curled up into a ball, and lay sideways on the bed.

"Your Majesty, relax."

Lin Fang casually pulled the quilt to cover the two of them, put Xia Zhi in his arms, whispered softly next to his ear, and covered his soft part with a slightly jerky hand.

Maybe it was because the heat slowly coming from behind was reassuring. Xia Zhi was bewitched by the faint voice, and he really relaxed his back and stretched his body slowly, like a tea leaf dropped into boiling water, covered by the scorching temperature. Curly folds begin to unwind, extend.

Lin Fang restrained the surging anxiety, and focused all his attention on Xia Zhi, watching him frowning or moaning according to his own movements. Every movement of his fingertips could make the people around him make small voices , like talking in sleep, more like a happy woman trapped in a dream.

"Is it comfortable?" Lin Fang pressed his lips against his ear.

Xia Zhi's eyelashes trembled, and he tried hard to open his eyes, but he felt it was futile.

He was in deep water, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and his body was being manipulated, which made him feel inexplicable panic in his heart, as if to find something to rely on, he grabbed a wrist with his palm, but he was not willing to be brought by the other party. Feeling happy, in a daze, his arms moved together with him.

Done.

Lin Fang's clothes were already drenched with sweat, and his always smiling face was full of satisfaction, as if he had gotten boundless fun.

Picking up the silk cloth at the side to clean up Xia Zhi's body, he stepped back from the bed, picked up "The Doctrine of the Mean" on the floor and put it back in the drawer, turned around and went out the door.

Xia Zhi drank some wine and fell into a deeper sleep. When he opened his eyes, it was already bright, and got out of bed in a hurry: "Fuxiu, what are you doing? What time is it?"

If he was late for court, Prime Minister Lin would blow his beard and stare at him again.

"Your Majesty—" Fuxiu ran in with a bum, shrunk her neck and said tremblingly, "Yesterday, the empress made a decree, saying yes... saying yes..."

Fuxiu didn't dare to say those outrageous words, but Xia Zhi understood it instantly, was immediately discouraged, and sat back on the bed.

Yesterday I broke the window paper with the empress, and the empress directly said that he would not have to go to court in the future, but just stay in the harem and fool around with his Yingyingyanyans.

It's really pitiful for the emperor to do this for him. Even staying in bed can't soothe his wounded heart.

But soon, Xia Zhi discovered a more serious problem.

The silk cloth that wiped his body last night was thrown on the bedside. Xia Zhi thought he had a dream last night, but when he took the silk cloth to the tip of his nose and smelled it, his whole face suddenly changed color, turning green and red.

Turning his head, Fuxiu was also staring at the silk cloth curiously.

"You bastard, what are you looking at?" Xia Zhi was ashamed and indignant, scolded, then turned his head and looked around the hall, "Where is Shizi Lin?"

Fuxiu said: "The prince left last night."

Xia Zhi waved his hands impatiently: "You go out first."

Fuxiu retreated, Xia Zhi got under the quilt furtively, reached out to touch his little brother, but there was no response, he couldn't help but wonder if his memory was disordered last night.

Just as he was puzzled, the quilt was suddenly lifted, and Lin Fang's voice came from behind: "Your Majesty..."

The voice suddenly stopped, and he looked at Xia Zhi in surprise, who was putting one hand stiffly in his trousers.