Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

twenty one,"……"

Fang Zhuo urgently urged, "Speak!"

233, "Strictly speaking, deficiency of qi and blood does not mean deficiency of kidney yang, but the two are not unrelated."

Fang Zhuo's heart was half cold, and he still wanted to take care of his butt for a while.

233, "So whether the protagonist is good or not, only you know."

Fang Zhuo frowned, the man went back to the room too late yesterday, so he didn't do it, and it was the same situation the day before yesterday, he only did it once the day before yesterday, and going forward...they did not do it as often as before.

Is it.

The heart was twisted into a rope, entangled with sympathy, worry, and a trace of joy for the rest of his life, he couldn't control it for a while, and laughed.

The imperial physician was startled, "Empress, what do you mean?"

Fang Zhuo pressed the corner of his mouth forcefully, "Facial twitching caused by excessive sadness."

The imperial doctor believed it to be true, and sighed. After His Majesty fought against all opinions, everyone dared not beep on the public face, but they were all waiting in private, waiting for Feng Yang to step down.

Thirteen years have passed, and the emperor and empress are still deeply in love with each other. It seems that they will be inseparable for the rest of their lives.

"You don't have to worry too much. Your Majesty is blessed and blessed, and nothing will happen. You just need to take care of yourself."

"Then there will be Doctor Lao."

"This is the duty of the minister."

Fang Zhuo nodded slightly, telling the imperial physician to step back and hurry back to the imperial hospital to grab the medicine.

As soon as the man left, he sat sideways on the edge of the bed and touched the man's hand after blindly opening his eyes for a long time.

Xiao Xin has been too diligent in government these years. Except for four hours of sleep and meal time every day, the rest is used to handle government affairs.

Under his rule, the country is safe and peaceful, and the frontiers are peaceful. There has been no war for nearly ten years.

Fang Zhuo squeezed the man's generous palm, and couldn't help criticizing, "I'm so busy every day, I'm exhausted, I deserve it."

"But it doesn't matter, I don't dislike you, we will enrich our spiritual life in the future."

Xiao Xin opened his eyes and saw that the young man was holding his hand and muttering, his thin lips were slightly curled up, and he closed his eyes again, listening quietly.

Fang Zhuo raised his head and glanced at him, and continued to say when he saw that he was still awake, "Don't think about those things in the future, just eat vegetarian food for a while, maybe God will take pity on you and let you recover as soon as possible."

Sixi was dumbfounded when she heard it, why did it sound like His Majesty was suffering from an incurable disease, "Master, are you alright?"

Fang Zhuo waved his hand, "It's okay, go tell the Imperial Hospital that I will make the medicine myself."

"Yes."

After Sixi withdrew, she hurried to the imperial hospital to take the medicine she had grabbed to the emperor's bedroom.

Fang Zhuo's Fengqi Palace is just a decoration, it is idle all the year round, 360 days a year, and 350 days a year, he sleeps on the emperor's dragon bed.

For the remaining ten days, his butt hurt and he ran back to his old den to seek refuge.

There is no internet in this shabby place, so Fang Zhuo grabs the broom from the eunuch to sweep the floor when he has nothing to do, or climbs the roof to watch the new palace maids learn palace rules and etiquette, and occasionally goes to the laundry bureau to help his men wash clothes.

Xiao Xin turned a blind eye to this, as long as he was happy and didn't make a fuss about leaving the palace.

Today he can be considered to have found a new game.

Sixi helped him move the decoction into the small gazebo not far from the bedroom, and after the young master sat down, he took out a script book from his sleeve.

Just as he turned over the title page and was about to speak, a hand passed over his head and directly pulled the book away.

Xiao Zhan glanced at the title of the book on the cover, lowered his eyebrows, and directly read for Sixi.

"There is a young student in Yangzhou City, named Zhou Yang." Xiao Yan frowned slightly, and continued to read, "Zhou Yang is sixteen years old, with red lips, white teeth, and creamy skin, and his voice is like gurgling water. It makes people feel sweet..."

"..." His expression was complicated, "Zhou Yang has a cheerful personality, eccentric, and often has some whimsical ideas. So this day, he decided to go to a brothel."

Sixi's limbs began to tremble upon hearing this.

In the past, Xiao Xin only dared to read this kind of scripts to Fang Zhuo in private when he went to court and dealt with official duties.

Today, I also considered that His Majesty is in a coma, it is impossible to appear suddenly, but I was caught.

Fang Zhuo didn't shake, still conscientiously maintaining the character design, staring at the small stove with dull eyes, fanning the fire with a cattail fan.

Apart from themselves, even Sixi didn't know the details of the matter between him and Xiao Xin. It was precisely because of this that people left a lot of room for thinking.

So there are trendy storybooks such as The Domineering Young Master Falls in Love with Me, My Husband Is the Overlord, Me and X's Untold Secret.

For example, today's movie is said to be the hottest one on the market, and it's titled: Lord, please be gentle.

Xiao Xin's hand holding the book tightened slightly, his face remained calm, probably because he just woke up, his voice was indescribably hoarse.

He glanced at the young man's flushed face, lowered his eyes and continued to read, "Zhou Yang came to the brothel and was dazzled by all the bright purples and reds. He threw a gold ingot and asked for the most beautiful girl, and then he was invited into the second room." Upstairs upper class room."

"Incense was burning in the wing room. Zhou Yang was too weak to withstand the teasing of the scent. As soon as he entered the door, his limbs became weak and his whole body was hot. When he heard the sound of the door being pushed, he desperately kissed him..."

Looking at the content behind, Xiao Xin's eyes became deeper and deeper. He chuckled and threw the story book back to Sixi, teasingly said, "It turns out that the queen likes this."

Fang Zhuo's face was already blushing, "It's just boring, just listening."

Sixi was afraid that the emperor and empress would fight and harm the fish in the pond, so she took the story book and rubbed the soles of her feet with oil, and slipped outside the gazebo to guard.

As soon as the third person left, the atmosphere between the two became more tense, and there was a little ambiguity in the tension.

According to the situation of the empress, the imperial hospital processed the grease that the housekeeper had brought before, which not only lubricates but also maintains it.

But right now, it seems that the queen's taste has become bigger, and the little grease obviously can't satisfy him anymore.

"If you like me, ask someone to make some similar incense and put it in the bedroom." Xiao Yan hugged him into his arms, and wiped off the black soot on the young man's face with his sleeves.

It's okay to put it in the bedroom, but it's not allowed to make trouble every day, no, absolutely not.

The blush on Fang Zhuo's face subsided, and he said coldly, "I'm not interested in this kind of thing, and you can't be interested either. Regarding intercourse, you should stop thinking about it recently. Take care of your body first."

Xiao Xin's face was half black, "The imperial doctor said there is no serious problem."

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and continued to fan the wind, just two words, "No."

The remaining half of Xiao Xin's face was also darkened. Sensing that the atmosphere was not right, Fang Zhuo turned around and hugged him, raised his face and kissed his chin, "I care about you."

Seeing those pitch-black eyes, Xiao Xin immediately lost his temper, and Fang Zhuo took the opportunity to exclaim Sixi.

Sixi is a poor little living in the cracks, he glanced at Xiao Xin, saw him nodding, and then came to Fang Zhuo.

"What's your order, master?"

Fang Zhuo raised his chin, "The medicine should be ready, you pour the medicine into the bowl for His Majesty, and then help me go back."

Sixi looked back at Xiao Xin again, and then did what Fang Zhuo said.

As soon as the two left, Xiao Xin was the only one left in the gazebo.

His slender fingers clasped the white porcelain bowl, tilted it slightly, and took a small sip.

The bitter decoction becomes sweet because of the person who decocts it.

He took small sips to drink, as if he was tasting fine wine, and those who accompanied him outside the gazebo all got goose bumps when they saw this scene.

"Father." The cold voice broke the peace of the pavilion, it was Xiao Heng.

After class, he heard the eunuch tell about Xiao Xin's coma, he hurried all the way to the bedroom, saw that he was sitting in the gazebo safe and sound, his heart finally came back to reality.

After Fang Zhuo's hard work, Xiao Heng began to speak three years ago, but his reticence was worse than his father's.

"I heard from Sanyuan that you fainted in the morning."

"No problem." Xiao Xin raised his head and drank the last sip of medicine, put down the bowl and raised his eyes to look at his son.

The ten-year-old Xiao Heng has calm eyes, acts steadily, and is much more mature than his peers.

Xiao Xin withdrew his gaze and said casually, "You are not too young, it's time to start getting in touch with government affairs. From tomorrow onwards, come to court with me."

There was no emotion in Xiao Heng's eyes, "Father, my son is still young, so I'm afraid it's unreasonable."

Xiao Xin patted his son on the head, "Rationality is determined by people. Wouldn't it be ridiculous if people themselves were trapped by etiquette?"

Xiao Heng, "Keep in mind your father's teachings."

Xiao Xin murmured, "Now, the emperor will entrust you with the first job, and you must complete it."

then.

That afternoon, a mysterious wealthy businessman suddenly appeared in the capital.

A wealthy businessman does not invest, enjoy himself, and does not buy houses. He only buys scripts.He bought all the more than 5000 volumes of scripts in the whole capital, and took a dozen or so ox carts to transport them all away.

At the same time, Fengqi Palace.

Sixi crouched in front of the cabinet with a gloomy expression.

The young master is usually more cautious, worried about being framed by gangsters to steal or steal things, so every time all the cabinets in the house are closed, in addition to being locked, they will be sealed with a thin layer of non-perforating wax.

But now, the thin wax along the door is torn apart, obviously someone has touched the cabinet.

A whole cabinet of words books!All gone!

Sixi was crying, these things were not only the spiritual food of the young master, but also his.

"Sixi." Seeing that the book hadn't been taken out for a long time, Fang Zhuo called out worriedly.

Sixi walked out in grief, and when she spoke, her voice trembled, "Young master, it's gone, all of our words are gone, they were all stolen!"

Fang Zhuo almost jumped up from the rocking chair. They stayed in the yard this afternoon. There were more than 100 books, how could they disappear without anyone noticing.

He asked, "Is it in another cabinet?"

Sixi shook her head desperately, "No, I've always put it in that place and never moved it."

Fang Zhuo was so angry that his teeth itch, how would he live without those books in the future, but he couldn't look for them with great fanfare, and if they got to the ears of those ministers, he would read two more books from him.

"If it's gone, it's gone. Take the money and buy some more." His heart was bleeding, and he told him with pain, "Forget the rest, I must buy the two classics I love the most."

"Yes."

After Sixi sneaked out of the palace, she searched the entire capital, not to mention the book, even the surrounding area of ​​the book was bought.

According to the owner of the bookstore, not only is it out of stock today, but there will never be any in the future. It is said that the scholar who wrote the story book got a windfall, and the golden basin quit writing.

Back in the palace, Sixi told his young master what happened. Fang Zhuo was so shocked that he almost passed out on the spot. He was depressed for several days before he managed to recover.

With no other things to distract him, he could only put all his energy on his husband, and let Sixi set up a small stove in the gazebo to boil medicine on time every day.

Whenever His Majesty is bothered about government affairs, he just needs to walk to the door and look up at the young man in the gazebo, and all the troubles will be gone.

After Xiao Xin took the medicine for a few days, the imperial doctor came back for a follow-up visit, and the result was similar to before.

Fang Zhuo was worried that saying that he was not good in front of the man would damage the dignity of the emperor, so he asked Sixi to stop the returning imperial physician halfway and drag him to a secret place.

Seeing that it was the queen, the imperial physician hurriedly saluted, "I don't know why the empress is looking for the old minister?"

Fang Zhuo pretended to be aggressive with his hands behind his back, "Is there no sign of the emperor's condition getting better?"

The imperial doctor said, "No, the emperor's health is weak, and he has to take care of it slowly, there is no rush."

Fang Zhuo frowned and thought for a while, "What if we add food supplements?"

The imperial doctor said, "It's possible, but do you want me to write a prescription?"

Fang Zhuo said, "No need." There is a chef in the Imperial Dining Room who is in charge of making medicinal food, and he only needs to mention a few words, and the other party will naturally understand.

So that night, he personally delivered a midnight snack to Xiao Xin.

Supper is just a bowl of milky soup, which Fang Zhuo cooked with Sixi's help.

Since he lost his eyesight, the young man had never cooked again, so Xiao Xin cherished the soup and the hot soup in his hand very much, and went on doing it without saying a word.

For the next ten days, Fang Zhuo would bring a bowl of soup every day at Haishi.

Xiao Xin felt that his heart was going to be sweetened. Of course, besides his heart, he also had to melt his body.

In recent days, no matter day or night, he has always been irritable and flustered. Yesterday afternoon, he had a nosebleed. Now that he had a bowl of hot soup, the dryness and heat directly turned into flames, burning blazingly in his body.

Xiao Xin wiped off the hot sweat from his forehead, hooked the young man's waist, and sat him down on his lap.

He took that hand very honestly and put it between his crotch.

Tsk, it's hard.

Fang Zhuo was pleasantly surprised, as expected, it would be useful to use both approaches.

Seeing that the young master's cheeks were flushed, Sixi could guess what tricks the two of them were making even if there was a table blocking them, and hurriedly retreated.

Hearing Sixi's footsteps, Fang Zhuo didn't dare to raise his head, as if he had a rabbit in his heart, it hurt his ribs.

The things in his hands are thriving, and he can feel the scorching temperature through his pants.

I used to be a little scared to do it every day, but now I don’t do it for a long time and I think, people are really complicated animals.

Xiao Xin gently took Fang Zhuo's ear in his mouth, and licked it with the tip of his tongue, the young man trembled in his arms, the bird in his crotch almost became hard.

The man's illness is still not cured, so he can't do it, otherwise the hard work of the previous few days will be in vain.

Fang Zhuo resolutely pushed away Xiao Xin's head buried on his collarbone, and shouted, "Sixi."

Sixi, who was admiring the stars and the moon with her husband outside the door, was surprised, so fast?He hurried in, but saw His Majesty pressing his young master on the table.

There was a feeling of rest in the imperial study room, Xiao Xin picked him up and walked inside, and glanced at Sixi when he passed by.

Sixi understood, turned around and went out, closing the door behind her.

That night, Xiao Xin fed Fang Zhuo's stomach all the thick soup that he had been drinking for half a month in disguise.

Fang Zhuo's stomach swelled uncomfortably, and he couldn't spit it out. He didn't hug the man to wash him until he was satisfied.

He leaned on the bathtub, staring blankly at the thick beams above.

After taking the medicine and herbal diet for half a month, the effect is so powerful, it is simply terrifying. Thinking of the crackling sound that reverberated in the room just now, Fang Zhuo doubted his life.

It was too fast, as if a small electric motor was installed on the waist, and the posture was still changing.

In particular, there were two poses that gave him a strong sense of familiarity, as if he had heard Sixi read them before.

These days when Xiao Xin was recuperating, he followed the doctor's advice, reduced the time spent on government affairs, and at the same time began to formally teach Xiao Heng some ways of the emperor.

Xiao Heng was talented and eager to learn, so he began to review some relatively unimportant memorials.

In the coming year, the 14th year of Jing'an, winter.

As the chicken cubs get older, they become more and more lazy. They used to go to the private toilet to poop by themselves. In the past few days, for some reason, they always poop wherever they go.

It also knows that this is wrong, so every time it finishes pulling it, it will hang its head and make a "cluck".

It was the same today, and it was pulled directly to Fang Zhuo's feet.

"It's okay." Fang Zhuo gently stroked the cockscomb on its head, which was no longer red, and his eyes were a little sore.

He asked the system, "Is the chicken cub leaving?"

233, "As far as I know, the longest-lived chicken in the real world has lived for 15 years, and the chick is also 15 years old this year. If you really want to leave, it will be the end of your life."

Fang Zhuo pursed his lips tightly, feeling panicked in his heart.

In the next few days, whether he was eating or sleeping, the chicken cubs would slowly and quietly follow by his feet.

On the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, it snowed heavily.

The chick huddled into a ball, nestled on Fang Zhuo's lap, Heidou's eyes were half closed, and he was not energetic.

Fang Zhuo twisted the handkerchief with Sixi, wiped its feathers slowly, and said in a low voice, "You have enjoyed a good life in this life. How many times have you lived a good life that chickens can't live in their entire lives? You have to remember how good I am to you, and never forget it no matter where you go, you know?"

The chicken cub wanted to raise his head, but he had no strength, so he could only lightly peck his master's leg with his small beak.

Sixi choked up, covered her mouth and ran out.

Fang Zhuo sniffed, suppressed his depression, and continued, "Chicken, you will always be Papa's big baby."

Chicken Cub didn't respond anymore, his half-closed eyes were tightly closed.

Fang Zhuo picked it up from his lap, wrapped it in his arms with his clothes, but still failed to stop the loss of body temperature...

When Xiao Xin arrived, two people, one tall and one short, were squatting under the sycamore tree in the yard digging a hole.

The tears in Fang Zhuo's eyes stubbornly refused to fall, so that his eyes were blurred. When digging a hole, he flicked east and west, which was quite suitable for the blind man.

Xiao Xin walked over, took the shovel from Sixi, and dug quietly with him.

Half an hour later, a small dirt bag appeared under the plane tree.

Jing'an has been around for 20 years, Xiao Xin is already in his 40s, and there are some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

On the other hand, Fang Zhuo hasn't changed much. People in their thirties don't look much different from those in their twenties.

This year Xiao Heng was 19 years old, acted resolutely, said what he said, and was able to take charge of his own affairs, so his father left all the government affairs to him, except for the routine going to court every day, just to accompany his daughter-in-law.

On the eighth day of March of the second year, Xiao Xin personally presided over the coronation ceremony for him, left an imperial edict and a letter that night, and ran away with Fang Zhuo.

Accompanying them were Sixi and Gao Shiwei.

There are thousands of rivers and mountains in the Yuan Dynasty, and it is so easy to walk and eat them all. It took a group of five years to basically go all the places and return to the capital.

As soon as the carriage passed the city gate, Fang Zhuo suddenly heard a ding in his head.

[Emotional line: five stars. 】