then Li Sao

Under the doctor's careful treatment, Luo Ping's injury did not worsen. During the period, the third prince sent many expensive supplements. Luo Ping did not refuse, but he did not use them either.

Aunt Sun looked at several stalks of snow-capped ginseng, she thought it was a waste, she hesitated for a few days and asked, "Master, don't you want to eat this ginseng?"

Luo Ping said with a smile: "I've been so irritable these days, I don't want to eat these great tonics. If you like it, you can take it back and eat it. It's really a waste to leave it here."

Aunt Sun was not polite to him, and happily agreed, and took it home to cook a pot of snow-mountain ginseng chicken soup for her wife, which made her face flushed.

There were also food and food sent by other dignitaries, most of which Luo Ping asked Zhou Tang to bring back to the palace.

Speaking of which, many of those who came to visit him had higher official positions than him, which is not surprising.Everyone knows that the officialdom is complex and changeable, today Luo Ping is a small editor, relying on the emperor's favor, tomorrow he may become his immediate boss, so they all take this opportunity to show their care.

Luo Ping has long been accustomed to these affectations. When he was an official prime minister, the thresholds were changed several times.The collusion and flattery that he disdained the most when he was young, he has become handy in the future.

Whose gift can be taken back but not taken back, who can take back the gift must be taken back, whose gift can neither be taken back nor taken back, after two lifetimes of experience, he knows it clearly in his heart.

His attitude of not befriending anyone and not offending anyone made the officials who originally said he was a "frivolous child" shut up.What he said now can make the emperor think very seriously, and the position of the crown prince is still pending. All the officials are waiting to see which side he is on, but his attitude has always been unclear.

Even when the third prince came to win him over personally, he didn't respond enthusiastically, but the third prince didn't seem to care too much.

Luo Ping's illness has dragged on for more than half a month, and he has recovered seven to eighty-eight.

Zhou Tang would visit him sometimes, but not frequently, and except for the first time, he would come in through the main entrance to visit like others, and was laughed at by others as if he wanted to be courteous but had nothing to offer Then he went back to the palace angrily, and played the role of an unsuccessful prince vividly.

So when he sneaked in through the back door today, Luo Ping was quite surprised.

Putting down the book in his hand, Luo Ping asked with a smile: "What? Why don't you pretend to show them today?"

He knew that Zhou Tang would not sit obediently on the chair beside the bed, so he straightened the mattress beside him.Sure enough, the child took off his little boots and climbed onto the bed with ease.

"I'm not going, I'm upset when I see those people, and it's not tiring to say the same sarcasm a hundred times!" Zhou Tang nestled next to Luo Ping, seeing that he was about to cover himself with a thin quilt, he waved his hands quickly, his face wrinkled Get up, "Don't, little master, you can cover it yourself, I'm almost dying of heat."

Seeing that his cheeks were flushed and his forehead was still covered with hot sweat, Luo Ping pulled the quilt up by himself.

Zhou Tang said again: "You might as well stop covering it." As he said that, he reached out to lift Luo Ping's thin quilt.

Luo Ping pressed the corner of the quilt to prevent him from making trouble: "I'm not hot."

Zhou Tang looked at him with a smile: "I know you are not hot, but you are covered with a quilt, how can I put ointment on you?"

"Ointment? What ointment?"

Zhou Tang took out a small porcelain box from his arms, and said as if offering a treasure, "I got it from Concubine Wan Gui. A while ago, Concubine Wan Gui was scratched on her hand, and for fear of leaving scars, my father doted on her, so I gave it to her." A box of fairy cream, it is said that it can eliminate scars."

Luo Ping looked at him: "How did you get Concubine Wan Gui's things?"

"I have my own way, little master, don't worry about it." Zhou Tang lifted the thin quilt while Luo Ping let go, "Come on, let me apply the medicine for you."

"I'm a big man. I'm afraid of leaving scars. It's really unnecessary."

"No, I don't want to see your dog-bite scars all over your body, you must rub them on!"

Luo Ping couldn't hold back him, so he could only let him manipulate him.

Thinking about it, Li Xueshi who came to visit yesterday said that Concubine Wan Gui had a rash on her face and could not see anyone at all. The imperial doctor diagnosed it as hay fever allergy, and Zhou Tang probably had something to do with it.

Concubine Wan Gui is allergic to gardenias, which is known to everyone, and the box of ointment brought by Zhou Tang exudes the fragrance of gardenias.

Luo Ping sighed inwardly.

There are two noble concubines in the harem, one is Yu Guifei, the mother of the third and sixth princes, and the other is the emperor's new favorite concubine Wan Gui. Apart from the empress dowager and empress, these two women are the most honorable and cunning, but they are all under the control of Zhou Tang. After playing around with the design, it's still like falling into the fog.

Luo Ping didn't know whether to praise Zhou Tang or blame him.

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Zhou Tang excitedly unbuttoned his little wife's clothes. The bandages that had been in circles a while ago had been peeled off, leaving only naked wounds on the body in front of him.

To his surprise, he thought that the young master was very weak, at least he gave such a feeling when he was wearing clothes, but now he found that it was purely an illusion.

Although not as powerful as those who practice martial arts, Luo Ping's body is also very strong and well-proportioned, not as thin as it looks, and the muscles are also very elastic when pressed with his fingertips, which is not at all like the kind of handless chicken The power of the scholar.

Zhou Tang couldn't help thinking that the little master had never beaten or scolded him, if one day he really got angry and wanted to beat him, maybe he might not be able to bear it.However, how to make him lose his temper is also a problem...

Whispering in his heart that there was something or nothing, Zhou Tang struck a little harder, causing Luo Ping to tremble slightly.

Zhou Tang quickly withdrew his hand, and saw a red mark on the newly grown tender meat. He apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, little master, I'll lighten up, lighten up, huh..." He said While blowing air on the wound, apply the ointment evenly.

The cool ointment quickly suppressed the pain, and Luo Ping comforted him: "It's okay, it's not very painful."

As soon as he persuaded, Zhou Tang put his nose on his face: "Why doesn't it hurt, seeing you shaking like this. If it hurts, tell me, you are so silent, how do I know where you are uncomfortable?"

Luo Ping was too lazy to argue with an angry person, picked up the book and continued to read, whatever he wanted to do.

Zhou Tang felt bored, so he had to concentrate on applying medicine.

When it was applied to the waist, Luo Ping suddenly shrank greatly, and a very low moan escaped from his mouth, which shocked Zhou Tang.

"What's the matter? Where does it hurt?"

Luo Ping covered his face with a book, and shook his head: "No, it's just a little... itchy."

It was rare to see his wife look embarrassed, Zhou Tang laughed: "You are so ticklish."

Luo Ping didn't answer.

Zhou Tang held back his smile: "Okay, I won't bother you anymore, there is still the last bit of ointment left, little master, turn over and let me finish applying the medicine to the wound on your lower back."

It happened that Luo Ping didn't want to face him at the moment, so he turned around upon hearing this.

Zhou Tang dug out the last bit of ointment and carefully spread it on the healed wound.

Luo Ping resisted the numbness and didn't say a word, but his body's instinctive reaction couldn't bear it, and his waist still trembled uncontrollably, which made Zhou Tang, who had been preoccupied with taking medicine, feel a little distracted.

The waist that I touched has the flexibility of a young man, the spine on the back outlines a beautiful arc, and the skin in the uninjured area is smooth and smooth. The more Zhou Tang touches it, the more addicted he becomes, and he is reluctant to leave.

Feeling the movement of the hand on the back, Luo Ping was slightly puzzled: "Xiaotang?"

"Um……"

Hearing Luo Ping call himself that, Zhou Tang became even more dazed.The fingers seem to have their own consciousness, walking up the spine little by little.

The smell of gardenia was so strangely strong that it made him dizzy. For some reason, when he saw the slightly raised butterfly bone, he wanted to take a bite.

"Little... um..."

Suddenly being bitten, Luo Ping froze, and managed to recover, only to find that Zhou Tang was lying behind him, making him unable to turn over.

"Xiao Tang!" Luo Ping was furious, unable to control so much, turned over with all his strength, and threw Zhou Tang off at once.

"Oh!" Zhou Tang fell off the bed, also a little dazed, he didn't even know what he did just now, he only knew that his face was hot, as if he was about to get sick again.

Luo Ping hastily put on his clothes, and issued a stern face to evict the guest: "The ointment is used up, you should go back."

"Oh...well." Zhou Tang got up and dusted off his clothes, and Nuonuo said, "Then I'll go back first, little master, take a good rest."

Judging by his expression, he didn't react at all.

After he left, Luo Ping was disturbed and cursed secretly: Zhou Tang is still so young, what am I doing!I made a mistake once, do I want to make the same mistake again?Luo Ping, Luo Ping, why are you so ignorant of progress!

He spurned himself, but still couldn't control his beating heart.

After two trips to the world, he thought, if there was anything he could not control in this encounter, it would probably be his unrepentant heart.

A deep sense of despair surged up, and Luo Ping knew that he could not escape from this demon.

Overwhelmed with water.

What has been paid for that person, even if you do it all over again, you will only pay more.

Soon after Luo Ping recovered, he accepted the examination of Dali Siqing.

Zhou Tang was inevitably a little worried.

He saw that Luo Ping's pillow was full of messy idle books, and he had never seen him read the "Dacheng Code" carefully, and he had been sick in bed for a month, and he couldn't concentrate on reviewing at all. I don't know what will happen in the exam.

On the other hand, Luo Ping remained indifferent from the beginning to the end. Zhou Tang secretly asked him if he was sure, and he smiled with a relaxed tone: "I don't have any skills, how can I be an emperor's teacher?"

The results did prove that he was quite capable, and Dali Siqing presented the almost perfect answer sheet to the emperor.Almost, because Luo Ping left a question blank and did not answer it, but made a comment next to it——

There are omissions in Article [-] of the Code, but this case can be decided but not judged.

The emperor was very satisfied after reading the papers, and appointed Luo Ping as the young minister of Dali Temple on the spot, and praised him: "The knowledge is profound, and the law can be upright."

The Minister of Dali Temple also admired him very much. He didn't come up with very tricky test questions, but the scope was extremely wide and complicated. If he was not extremely professional in the law, it would be difficult to answer comprehensively. However, the answer sheet that Luo Ping handed over was Accurate and flexible, it is even more convincing than the standard answer.

Of course, for Luo Ping, these are all taken for granted.After all, he had done this set of papers in his last life, and he was not in vain during his years in Dali Temple in his last life.

Luoping's new official took office, which coincided with the emperor's birthday, and the palace became lively again.

At the dinner, Zhou Tang was still sitting at the end of the princes, and Luo Ping was playing tricks among the courtiers. The two seemed to have nothing to do with each other, only occasionally collided with each other, and were soon interrupted by the commotion in front of them.

When Zhou Tang put his eyes on Luo Ping openly, it was because everyone's eyes were focused on that person.However, unlike the mentality of others watching the excitement, Zhou Tang was a little aggrieved.

Here's the thing.

While the palace lanterns were circulating, the eldest princess performed a dance for her father as usual, called "Fushou Ankang".

There is a whirling song, and everyone is overwhelmed by the enchanting and graceful dancing posture of the eldest princess. Her steps are turbulent, and where the water sleeves sway, she is already drunk.

There are so many handsome and talented people who want to write a poem for the beautiful woman, but Zhou Yan doesn't buy it from anyone. The lotus feet move with the sound of drums, and they go in one direction.

The drumbeat stopped suddenly, and she just turned around lightly, leaning against Luo Ping's wine table.

She asked: "Master Luo, Yan'er wants to ask you, which is the most beautiful dance you have ever seen in your life?"

Seeing that everyone was paying attention to this place, Luo Ping sighed slightly in his heart: This eldest princess, no matter in her previous life or in this life, she takes pleasure in teasing him.

After drinking the wine in the glass, a slight smile floated on Luo Ping's lips: "His Royal Highness, the most beautiful dance Luo Ping has ever seen is called Luohuang."

"Luohuang?" The eldest princess was surprised, "What kind of dance is that? Why haven't I heard of it?"

Not only her, but everyone at the banquet was surprised.

This Luo Ping is too blind to see, he actually said in front of the eldest princess that there is a more beautiful dance in this world?I have never seen such a fool who doesn't understand style!

But everyone also wanted to know what kind of dance could make Luo Ping say such words.

Even Zhou Tang, who was full of displeasure, had no time to slander the young master for his lust, and was aroused by what he called "Luo Huang".

"There is only one person in the world who dances that dance." Luo Ping said, "It is the most beautiful woman in Luo Ping's heart, a dance in which she sacrifices her life. The word Luohuang is the name of the dance, and it is also a compliment to her."

"Really?" Looking into Luo Ping's eyes, Zhou Yan was a little confused, "Is there really such a woman and such a dancer in this world?"

"Yes." Luo Ping told her gently.

……

Zhou Tang froze there.

He had never heard Luo Ping mention such a woman, nor had he seen Luo Ping's sad eyes.

He suddenly felt as if something was blocked in his heart, and he was about to suffocate.

After the banquet, he couldn't wait to find Luo Ping, and Luo Ping seemed to know that he would come, so he was waiting for him at the West Palace Gate.

There was no sound, and the man stood quietly in the dark night.

Zhou Tang rushed forward and asked him, "Little master, who is that woman? Where have you seen her?"

Luo Ping didn't answer, just squatted down and hugged him, and whispered in his ear: "Xiaotang, don't be afraid, I won't abandon you. I will make you the emperor of Dacheng, no matter what happens in the middle Lose something, no matter what the cost."

Even her.

Zhou Tang raised his eyes and saw the stars shining in the little master's eyes.

So gentle, as if she was about to cry.