The emperor always wants to give me marriage

His Highness the Crown Prince's muttering sound came from outside the hall, and the door was obviously closed, but the sound could be heard clearly.

Xia Zhi was pushed down on the bed by Lin Fang. Hearing the childish voice, he suddenly felt guilty. He always felt that doing these brazen things through a door was really suspected of harming the flowers of the motherland.He patted Lin Fang's arm and winked outside the hall.

Lin Fang stopped his movements and listened attentively. He immediately felt relieved and said with a smile, "No problem."

Xia Zhi had a bitter face, looked at him eagerly, and whispered: "I...I can't be hard..."

I even feel like peeing a little bit.

Lin Fang: "..."

Lin Fang frowned, and shouted towards the outside of the hall: "Everyone outside, stand down."

The muttering of His Highness the Crown Prince suddenly stopped, and a few seconds later, there was an earth-shattering howl.Xia Zhi quickly pushed Lin Fang away and was about to get up, but he was pushed back on the bed again. He still looked out with his neck up, but Lin Fang gave him a hard look.

Xia Zhi shrunk his neck, couldn't help but slander, the man who burned his body was really irrational and unreasonable!Lin Fang's rude behavior made him feel uncomfortable, and he lay down on the bed directly, posing in a "big" shape, and said roguely: "I just can't get hard, come on."

Lin Fang gritted his teeth and stared at him with squinted eyes. There was a faint light in the depths of his eyes, which looked extremely frightening.

Xia Zhi's scalp was numb, and he looked back at him bravely: "I can warn you, if it hurts, you won't be able to climb into this bed in the future!"

"Why does it hurt, isn't the emperor ready?"

Xia Zhi was puzzled when he saw Lin Fang turn over and get out of bed, ran to the side shelf and opened a drawer, and took out a small round medicine bottle from it.

Lin Fang hooked his lips and said with a smile, "To add to the fun."

Xia Zhi's back tensed, and his face burned uncontrollably: "How do you know?" He secretly asked Fuxiu to go to the imperial hospital to get this, so that he could restrain Lin Fang on the bed, but it was a pity that he put it in the drawer. As soon as Li stuffed it, he forgot it.

Lin Fang smiled without saying a word, and rushed towards him, took out the white cloth from the bottle, dug out some of the ointment inside, and wiped it on his back.Xia Zhi's eyes widened suddenly, his toes stretched out straight, and he lay down like a white board.

His body seemed to be on fire, hot and dry, and his back was sore and cool, Xia Zhi wanted to squeeze out some tears to win sympathy, but unfortunately the excitement was too much, so he forgot about it, and just kept panting with his mouth wide open.

After a long time, Lin Fang finally loosened his waist and handed him something: "Come on, wipe it off."

Xia Zhi took it casually, it felt a little hard to the touch, but he didn't care so much, he just wiped it on the bottom, and when he opened his eyes to take a closer look, he realized that it was the painting that Lin Fang brought over just now, and he was shocked. I had to sit up and stare blankly at the messy scroll in my hand, feeling so distressed that I wanted to clean it up but couldn't do it.

The self in the painting has that kind of thing on his face, it's really... too shameful!

Xia Zhi was furious, since he was a child, this was the first time someone painted him so handsome, and he planned to keep it as a good collection, but Lin Fang, who was so narrow-minded, would give him such a good calligraphy to wipe his back!Looking at that handsome face, Xia Zhi wanted to cry but had no tears.

Lin Fang handed the painting to Xia Zhi, and began to test it out. Now seeing him staring at the person in the painting with annoyed expression on his face, he snorted coldly, and his expression turned cold. He wanted to pinch Xia Zhi's waist, but now he is not interested in it anymore - it seems that Shuhe must never enter the palace, otherwise Xia Zhi's change of heart will not be far away.

Xia Zhi was still lamenting his handsome and extraordinary beauty, and in a blink of an eye he saw Lin Fang put on his clothes and was tying his belt.He still hadn't recovered from the blow, and asked blankly, "Aren't you going to take me to the hot spring?" His waist was still hurting.

Lin Fang said expressionlessly, "Doesn't the Emperor have a pair of dragon claws?"

Xia Zhi: "..."

Looking at the back that left him mercilessly, Xia Zhi felt a big trough in his heart, what a ruthless elder son, what a gentle and considerate little lover he promised!

This time he was really on the verge of crying, and he didn't care about what was on the painting. He grabbed it and blew his nose, rolled the paper into a ball, and threw it out randomly. He didn't care about his physical discomfort, so he just put it on clothes, and rushed to Lama Temple in a sedan chair—since the empress is a big touch, he will not be polite.

Dingguohou Mansion.

Since the crown prince came back to the mansion, his mood was not right, he was locked in the study alone, he didn't know what he was busy with, and the servants around him were silent like cicadas, for fear of venting their anger on him.It wasn't until Qing Lan came over that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and quietly explained the situation.

Qinglan counted the time, and suddenly realized that her master had been angered by the emperor again, and after returning to the mansion, he started to act strangely, trying to show embarrassment to these servants.

Qing Lan coughed lightly: "Master, this subordinate has something important to report."

"Do not listen."

"It's about the emperor..."

"Come in."

Qinglan pushed the door open and entered, and saw the desk was covered with rice paper, and there was a copper basin in the corner, his master looked into the basin from time to time, then picked up the lake brush, and drew on the rice paper.Puzzled in her heart, she walked closer and took a closer look, but there was nothing in the basin except clear water, and what was drawn on the rice paper could barely be seen as a human being.

Lin Fang paused at the tip of his pen: "How?"

Qinglan: "...very good."

Lin Fang nodded in satisfaction, and his men continued to move.

Qinglan said: "This subordinate has already investigated all the people in the mansion. Brother Qingzhu and Eunuch Fuxiu escorted Qinghe out of the mansion that day, and he lives next to the other courtyard where the young masters are. Went to pick him up, but found that he went to the courtyard, Qing He disappeared, and even Senior Brother Qing Zhu disappeared together."

Lin Fang's wrist suddenly hung in the air, and a huge amount of ink slipped from the tip of the pen and dripped onto the rice paper, dyeing the eyes of the person in the painting black: "The green bamboo took the person away that day?"

"Yes," Qing Lan blamed herself, "This subordinate injured his palm that day, so the master took him down to bandage it. This was a waste of time, otherwise..."

"It's not your fault." Lin Fang stared deeply at the ball of ink on the painting, "Who would have expected that Qingzhu would have a different heart, and I was careless. You can't do it alone, you Immediately go to the Major General's Mansion, hand over this matter to General Yang, and tell him that it will be done in secret and must not be leaked. As for the emperor, keep it a secret first, so as not to disturb his sleep and food."

"Yes."

Lin Fang threw the brush into the copper basin, leaned back, and fell on the seat, rubbing the center of his brows with a headache.That day when something happened to Mei's house, he suspected Qingzhu, but he didn't have any proof, and he didn't want to doubt this subordinate who had been with him for many years. Others doubt.

Now that Qinghe is missing, he can hardly absolve himself of the blame.

Lin Fangzheng had a headache, and his servants reported back, and Marquis Dingguo asked him to come over.He frowned impatiently and didn't move at all. In less than a stick of incense, Dingguo Hou broke into the study aggressively and said angrily: "I am also your father after all, don't you even forget the rules of paying respects every day?" gone?"

Lin Fang sneered unceremoniously: "I have never asked Ann for 20 years, and you have never had a son like me. I don't know when this was established?"

"You...you bastard!" Marquis Ding Guo was furious, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Lin Fang looked at him indifferently, like watching a hound in his twilight years, panting heavily, his gray hair and beard fluttering in the shattered sunlight, full of the tragic end of a hero, even he is a hero. No, he lingered on like this for most of his life, and failed countless people, but now he presented his father's score in front of him.

He looked at the man standing in front of him with an expression in front of him, waiting for him to get angry or go away in a huff, but he heard him say: "You don't have to go out of the house these days if you have nothing to do. It's not peaceful outside. If something bad happens, people will return to you." When my Dingguohou's mansion is incompetent, I can't even keep my son!"

These words sound harsh, but they also have other meanings. Lin Fang was stunned for a while, watching his back silently, and his mind slowly became active.

Marquis Dingguo's sudden concern always seemed a little strange, and he didn't know what kind of conspiracy he was planning, so he had to guard against it.

Ever since Xia Zhi agreed with the queen to open a women's school, every time I go to Lama Temple, I can feel the warmth like a spring breeze. Even the queen looks at him with a lot of kindness. There is a kind of "everyone is on the same boat". This kind of feeling of sympathy, as for Xia Zhi wanting to get a few portraits from the queen, it is naturally a piece of cake, not to mention.

Girls are really careful, and they probably have a natural intuition for "beauty". The portraits they draw don't pursue high-definition at all. If you have to be strong, you can barely match Lin Fang's face.

Xia Zhi hugged those portraits of himself, grinning from ear to ear. He really wanted to go back to the modern age, so he could find a plastic surgery hospital and have a micro-plastic surgery according to the portraits.

Xia Zhi was infatuated with his own portrait, Fuxiu hurried to find him, knelt down when he entered the hall, his expression flustered and his eyes dodged.He knew that it would be inconvenient for outsiders to know about this, so he came out from the queen with the portrait, Fuxiu hurriedly followed, and when he reached a secluded place, he panicked, "Your Majesty, Mr. Qinghe is gone."

Xia Zhi's heart skipped a beat, and the feeling of being so handsome just now fell into the clouds, and even his voice tightened a lot: "How could this be?"

Fuxiu said: "The slaves were only discovered by sending people to take turns today. Something happened to the guarding imperial guards, and the prince also got the news. He ordered people to conduct a secret search in the capital, but he was afraid that the emperor would be worried, so he didn't report it."

Xia Zhi walked forward in a daze, suddenly his mind became very chaotic.Although he hates Qinghe, he knows exactly what Qinghe's disappearance means.

"Your Majesty..." Fu Xiu whispered behind him.

Xia Zhi stopped and followed his gaze, only to see those paintings fell from his armpit at some point, and rolled away along the stone road.The person in the painting has a smile on his face, but the smile is so perfunctory.He frowned and told you to laugh, what are you laughing at, you can't even save your life!