High energy eunuch

Fu Qiu has been clinging to Dongzi since the next day, carrying him up and down, wishing he could tie him to his belt.

Dongzi dangled in front of the dragon table, holding tea, studying ink, and sorting out the memorials by category.After finishing the work, he sat in front of the window of Chengyuan Hall, and he looked out of the window with deep eyes, not knowing where he was looking.

To mobilize a group of civil servants for the prince, Yuan Guangping is gone, so we have to test who among his disciples can use them.The military power in Wei Kun's hands should not be held by him all the time, it has to be leveled out bit by bit, before he can get too aware of it, or take back the local military power and share the same position with Wei Kun.Fu Rong can no longer be used. The biggest difference between him and Wei Kun is that the Eighth Prince, who has power for a while, is elegant and elegant. He is the man in the boudoir dreams of many women in Beijing. It is impossible to use the Eighth Uncle blatantly.But he can ask Eighth Uncle to recommend him to assist his son in the future, so he dare not neglect.

After all, it is necessary to employ people, and when you are in a hurry to employ people, it takes time to find out the bottom line of the courtiers.

Fu Qiu paused with the pen in his hand, and when he looked up, he saw Dong Zi was in a trance. He was hugging a bent leg, and the sky light fell on him from outside the window. At that moment, Fu Qiu hurriedly put down the pen and called him.

Dongzi turned his head, and his questioning eyes fell on Fu Qiu.

Fu Qiu breathed a sigh of relief, put the pen down, and waved: "Headache, come here, give me a massage."

Dongzi's long fingers pressed against his temples forcefully, and Fu Qiu relaxed and leaned back in his arms. Once he closed his eyes, he felt so sleepy that he didn't want to open them.He only sleeps for two or three hours a day, with a tired face, holding Dongzi's neck with one hand, scratching under his chin with his fingers.

Dongzi lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead.

Fu Qiu touched his lips in a daze, and sighed, "It's hard work to be the emperor. After we leave the palace, I will be the shopkeeper, but don't ask me to take care of things. I want to be the shopkeeper, just counting the money." Kind of."

"Success." Dongzi said happily, pressing his fingers against Fu Qiu's neck, which was very warm.

Fu Qiu was belching comfortably, his eyes were puffy, and he was a little drowsy.

A gust of breeze came in from the window, he stared blankly for a while, and was about to get up, Dongzi put his hands on his shoulders, held him in his arms, indifferently tore off the embroidered belt around his neck, unfastened the pearl button on his collar, and put Fu Qiu's neck was released from the tightly constricted dragon robe.

Fu Qiu straightened up lazily, staring at Dongzi with vacant eyes, his handsome bridge of nose moved closer to him, and touched his nose.Dongzi walked in through the layers of complicated dragon robes, loosened his belt, took the man in his arms, and pressed him down on the dragon table.

The evacuation was scattered all over the place.

"You are really...it's not dark yet..." Fu Qiu struggled in embarrassment, and then his robe was lifted up, and he swallowed for a moment, his arms were held by Dongzi and pressed to one side, Dongzi's hand The elbow rests under his elbow joint, but it doesn't feel very uncomfortable.

It's just that it's hard to be released, and I'm afraid that the palace people outside will hear the movement, the windows of the Chengyuan Hall are open, and I can vaguely see the big pagoda tree in the courtyard.Fu Qiu's expression was dazed, his brows were furrowed, and he lowered his head impatiently. Suddenly, he raised his head, turned his face to the side, and gasped for breath, "Preaching prostitution in the daytime...you're so bold, I dote on you too much!"

The end sound was shattered by a sharp blow, and Dongzi grabbed the inkstone that had slid to the edge of the table and brought it back to the table.

He is like a silent beast, protecting his lover in his arms, loving him in every possible way, desperate and affectionate.The two looked at each other, Fu Qiu took a deep breath, raised his head back, and leaned forward to kiss Dongzi.

Dongzi sent him off almost ruthlessly, then bent down, brushed Fu Qiu's sweaty face with his lips, and kissed the corners of his eyes soaked in tears, which were slightly red.He didn't let go until he kissed Fu Qiu's lips, and Fu Qiu immediately turned around and hugged him, and was forced to step on the table with one leg, tightly hugging Dongzi's shoulder.

Fu Qiu blushed so hot that he felt so disrespectful in Chengyuan Hall for a while, and lost his eyesight for a while, only Dongzi remained in his eyes.

"Come in..." Fu Qiu stuck to Dong Zi's ear in embarrassment, the dragon robe was in disarray.

dusk.

The red light was dyed on the corners of Dongzi's eyes and eyebrows, and his dark temple hair was covered with a layer of gold.Standing in the courtyard, he poured cold water down his head, one scoop after another, his muscular body looked like an unshakable stone sculpture in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Inside the house, Fu Qiu lay on the bed in a state of sleepiness, hugging the quilt on Dongzi's bed, his slightly pale and tired face still had a thin blush that hadn't faded.Dongzi leaned down and kissed him on the cheek expressionlessly, Fu Qiu seemed to sense it, and hugged him with two arms, but he was so tired that he couldn't wake up at all.

After vaguely kissing him once, Fu Qiu pried Dongzi's lips open with his tongue in disorder, tongue touching tongue, and kissed thoroughly.

Dongzi stood up, carrying his accustomed epee on his back, two long knives as thin as cicada's wings straddled his waist, four short swords, a dagger in each boot, and short arrows in his sleeves.

The red sun sank to the ground, returning the silent blackness to the world.

It was night, taking advantage of the darkness, Jiang Song was waiting for two servants in front of the gate of his mansion, and saw Dongzi walking in the dark alley, and the swaying white lantern under the eaves shone on his resolute face.

"The third master is here." The servant greeted him with a nod and bowed smile, "My master has been waiting for a long time, practicing sword in the yard."

The sound of the pipa ding-dong was like a pearl falling on the plate, Jiang Song moved his right shoulder up, turned his wrist, and shook out a beautiful sword flower, staggered his right foot, pressed the right vein with the sword finger of his left hand, and the cold light reflected on the On the tip of the sword, a bright red peony fell, and the petals fell on the turquoise skirt of his new concubine.

Jiang Song heard footsteps behind him, sheathed his sword, with a sly smile on his lips, "Here we come."

The concubine then got up, and retreated with the qin in her arms and the flowers in her arms.

"It's Wei Kun's birthday. I'm having a big banquet in the mansion. I've prepared all the masters of the Ministry of War. I'll eat eight or nine catties of yellow soup. Don't worry about his hands being soft. I'll do it at that time." Dressed in a pure black martial robe, Jiang Song With a slight movement of his fingers, he straightened his collar, and a cloth belt embroidered with silver flowers bound his extremely thin waist.

Dongzi hummed, drank two sips of tea, and was a little dazed.

"If this doesn't work, we will all fall under the sword of Old Ghost Wei." He stroked his cuffs with his fingers and tied them tightly with a belt. Jiang Song pulled his robe, hid the soft sword close to his body, and set it up on the table Bow and crossbow, check machine included.

Jiang Song shook off his robe, sat down on the seat next to Dongzi, untied a small wine bottle, drank it himself, and handed it to Dongzi.

"Drinking wine can kill people."

The alcohol stained Dongzi's face with a slight blush.

"If you become a hero, the dozens of members of my family will be handed over to you. If you die too, you will have to bring them back to your hometown to eat."

"Is everything settled?"

Jiang Song looked at the silent sky from a distance, and starlight fell on his eyes. He stuttered and wiped the wine stains from his lips.

"Go back to the north. The family business is all in the north. Ping Bawang was in chaos and collected a lot of money. What should be collected should not be collected. Other people's living money, I also moved a little bit of Ba Ye's treasury. A drop in the bucket, It's not worth mentioning, the court doesn't know about it." Jiang Song squinted, "Du Du told you."

Dongzi nodded.

Jiang Song patted Dongzi's shoulder, and suddenly squeezed his hand tightly on his shoulder.

"You must live. You and I are people who have concerns. If I really die, I will think of how many women in the world will have their hearts broken for me. My brother will not want to die. Although the world is hard, I still can't let it go.

Dongzi took Jiang Song's wine, took another sip, got up, patted his robe, and the long shadow of the epee dragged diagonally on the ground.

"Let's go."

"Hey, I'm not busy." Jiang Song glanced at the small door leading to the backyard, straightened his sleeves, rubbed his nose, and said with a smile, "My brother went to see my son."

The two left the mansion, and Jiang Song asked Dongzi a question: "Does the little emperor know that you are going to take risks?"

Dongzi looked straight ahead, it was a dark and deep alley, and there were lights from thousands of houses when he went out.

"He won't let it."

"I'm more courageous than his old man. In fact, I always felt that the late emperor was overly worried about this matter. Although Old Ghost Wei is a cunning man, he doesn't have the heart to be an emperor, otherwise he wouldn't have saved Jinshang and kept him back to Beijing to seize the throne." .Aren’t we…” Jiang Song thought about it and smiled, “But it’s hard to say who will win.”

"Three points to win, bring you, five points." Dongzi touched the sleeve arrow.

Warm wind blows in from the alley, Jiang Song narrows his eyes slightly.

"Send him to death clearly, why do you have to carry out the last emperor's last order..."

The sharp look in Dongzi's eyes flashed across Jiang Song's face, Jiang Song stopped immediately, shook his hand and said, "Hey, I'm not afraid of death, I just can't figure it out, you Yuan family, you have been loyal for generations, and the world is so messed up now They all look like idiots. What is it for..."

A daze appeared on Dongzi's face, and his expression was cold and hard. After a long while, he said softly: "After this matter is over, you can leave the capital." Into the crowds, each parted into the bustling streetscape of the capital.

On Wei Kun's birthday, there is a big banquet for guests, surrounded by chariots and horses in front of the door, and the guests seated are all luxuriously dressed.The theater troupe had already opened in the backyard of the Marshal's Mansion, and "Leaving the Soul" was sung on the stage, and there was a pool of green water under the stage, with romantic eyebrows and eyes reflected in the water.

The water stands are placed in four directions, with a semi-arc around the opposite side of the small theater building.

Wei Kun tapped his fingers on the armrest of the chair. He tilted his body, propped his head on one hand, and couldn't help thinking about that man many years ago. No, the life of women in the palace is boring. During festivals and birthday celebrations, sisters and sisters gather together to listen to operas in their spare time.

His younger brother asked him to pee in private, and dragged him to pee together.

When the two brothers hang out together, the man always seems to have no bones, he can lie down and never sit up, he often says that: "My father is so pitiful, he is busy with government affairs during the day, and has to deal with a large number of concubines at night. The emperor is really not a human being."

Wei Kun pressed his mouth, the young boy writhed on the table, Wei Kun peered out in cold sweat, all the court ladies and eunuchs secretly went to listen to the opera, they didn't have to study today, and the palace people on duty also secretly went to laze up.

"You know what a fart, at night, dozens of people in this palace are eagerly looking forward to your luck, and they will take care of you all over the body, so that you can go to court the next day with a lot of energy, how can you be pitiful?" Wei Kun said at that time He already knew a little about human affairs, but his little brother stared in disbelief.

Wei Kun pressed his mouth, stepped over and sat on his lap, and said with a smirk in a low voice: "Fourth brother told you to know whether it is comfortable or not."

Outside the palace, a desolate drama came from a few walls away.

For the first time, Wei Kun kissed the young man on the mouth and touched the young man's waist, but that was all, and he blushed and looked away in embarrassment and indignation.

"Aren't you comfortable?" Wei Kun pressed his lips against his frail and pale face, and brushed gently.

"Stop playing with fourth brother!" The boy stood up, patted his body a few times, and ran out quickly.

Wei Kun's leg resting on his left knee flicked, he suddenly came back to his senses, and smiled and poured all the wine in the agate cup into his mouth. The gut-wrenching heat at that moment made him feel much better.