High energy eunuch

Food and drink had already been prepared in the Nuan Pavilion courtyard, and when Fu Rong and Song Qingrong were seated, Fu Qiu asked the prince to be brought over to him to have a look. Between his eyebrows, the two brothers were vaguely similar.

Fu Qiu's gestures were clumsy, for fear of falling him, Song Qingrong kept pointing him to hold the baby's butt, Fu Qiu coaxed and teased him for a while, the boy was not afraid at all, and just grinned at him.Fu Qiu felt quite comforted, and thought welling up in his chest: It is not in vain that I cleared the obstacles for you, so that you can sit in the world in the future.

Ask someone to take the little crown prince to Concubine Hui to take care of him. Fu Qiu came to pour wine for Fu Rong with his own hands, and only two drops came out. Song Qingrong took the wine pot away with a smile, and said angrily: "You guys are talking, I'm coming."

The domineering Empress Dowager Song has the warmth and warmth of ordinary people, and she is also considerate of ordinary people.Fu Qiu couldn't help but sigh in his heart, why not himself, if he leaves the palace and settles down in Ruizhou, he will make Dongzi's idiot learn from the local fishermen, and he will work at home and make a living at home. After counting all the daily necessities, if you have spare time, you will only live in one place for a month or two, and if you get tired of it, just move to a place where others are tired of it.

Fu Qiu couldn't help sighing.

"Your Majesty has something to worry about." Fu Rong held the wine glass and stroked the bottom of the glass with one finger.

"People may be able to feel at ease one day. The queen is crazy. Taifu Fang is in a mess. He has written to the old man repeatedly. Let him go. I am afraid that he will just retreat from the front court and still point out his disciples in the court hall. Doing things indiscriminately, don't let him go, I feel uncomfortable. The main reason is that there is no one who can be used in the court, but if there are people who are available, why use the gang raised by Fang Jingrong."

"Your Majesty don't need to worry about this matter. When you go to Beijing in the spring, why worry that no one can use it?" Fu Rong touched Fu Qiu's cup, his eyes wandered, and seeing the old eunuch standing beside Fu Qiu, he said with a smile: "Yuan Xinpei is not here In the palace, I am really not used to seeing it, anyone who sits behind His Majesty is not as good as him."

Fu Qiu frowned slightly, and asked suspiciously: "Yuan Xinpei? But the third son of the Yuan family?"

Fu Rong nodded: "Exactly."

"It's a bit of a pity. I said why the tea tastes wrong when I drink it recently. I think it's because I'm used to the tea he made for me." There was a trace of melancholy in Fu Qiu's eyes, and he raised his cup, "I don't know why. , I won’t be working in the palace anymore, if the eighth uncle didn’t mention this matter, I really wouldn’t remember to ask.” So I called the old man who was standing next to me to ask what was going on.

Wang Gonggong lowered his eyes: "Eunuch Yuan smashed a jade ruyi handle left by the late emperor to the emperor, so he was transferred to work in the nearby palace. He caught cold and became sick from overwork, and he went away not long after."

Song Qingrong sat down beside him, held Fu Qiu's hand, and comforted him softly: "Your Majesty, don't be too sad, one day you will pass away, but you left earlier, the third son of the Yuan family must be Waiting for His Majesty over there."

Fu Qiu pulled out his hand and said with a smile: "What are you waiting for me to do? Such a prominent family may not be happy to be hired by my side to work as an errand. Why is it that you are a slave in this life, and will you be willing to be my slave in the next life?" Fu Qiu Qiu smiled lightly, poured the full glass of wine on the ground, and sighed: "A good man has ambitions everywhere, and it is pitiful to be confined in the palace. It's good to go now, and he will be born to a good family in the next life. "

Song Qingrong pursed her lips and said yes with a smile.

The carriage bumped all the way, Fu Rong reached out and took Song Qingrong who had been silent since getting on the carriage, so that she could lean on his shoulder.Song Qingrong sighed, and said in a low voice: "I don't know when I will meet Chun'er again... I feel very uncomfortable in my heart." Song Qingrong grabbed the gold and silver thread embroidered lapel, Looking up at her husband, "My lord..."

Fu Rong touched her lips with his fingers, pressed her lips lightly, and said, "Shhh—"

The car jolted violently and came to a complete standstill.

One person to report——

"Fang Taifu asks to see the prince."

The corners of Fu Rong's mouth curled up, and he said with a smile, "I didn't expect him to have some skills." The voice came from the carriage, like a Hong Zhong: "In three days, you can have a light meal at Sanchun Village in the south of the city. Tonight, my wife has to go back to rest. gone."

Xian Xiansu lifted up the curtain of the car, peeping from the curtain that Mrs. Fang's sedan chair was moving backwards, Song Qingrong let out a breath, and heard Fu Rong ask: "The emperor really forgot Yuan Xinpei?"

Song Qingrong said: "He has not forgotten him, but obviously he has forgotten all his past, otherwise Yuan Xinpei died, wouldn't he be sad?"

"There is such a disease in the world? Just forgot about love?" Fu Rong sighed.

"There are so many wonders in the world, if one day I can forget the prince, what is the taste of this life." Song Qingrong leaned back into Fu Rong's arms, and fell asleep listening to the vague sound of wheels in the deep night go.

Three months later, the capital ushered in a warm spring. In the Zhaochun Palace, Fu Qiu was lying on the couch, holding a self-pour pot, and poured himself a drink.

The sound of the piano was like pearls and jade falling to the ground, Fu Qiu shook his head, he was a little drunk, his dragon robe was wrinkled, and he was half drunk at that time.

The bead curtain was raised.

The corners of Fu Qiu's mouth curled up, and he smiled, the strong wine made his face flushed, and the breath he exhaled was hot.Staring at the person standing in front of him in a trance, the sound of the piano seems to have disappeared, thousands of miles away.

When the man lowered his head, Fu Qiu met his eyes and woke up instantly.His lips trembled uncontrollably, he was hugged on that person's body, his hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, his teeth were clenched, and he made a sound that was like a sigh or a cry—

"You're back...you're back." Fu Qiu's face rubbed back and forth against Dong Zi's chest, and the coarse linen he wore made Fu Qiu couldn't help closing his eyes.

Fu Qiu's hands were so strong that Dongzi was almost out of breath. He glanced back, and Yun Han led the palace servants back down knowingly.At that moment, Fu Qiu heard Yun Han's voice of resignation, and realized that it was not in a dream, so he just randomly pulled Dong Zi's collar.

All the lights and candles in the house were extinguished, and in the darkness, only the rustling of clothes could be heard.

Before all the dragon robes were stripped off, Dongzi kissed Fu Qiu's forehead, and said softly in Fu Qiu's ear, "I'm back."

Fu Qiu gritted his teeth until he completely accommodated the man. Then he raised his upper body with sweat profusely, his lips hurt from kissing, and his fingers seemed to have scratched Dongzi's back, but Dongzi didn't care, and held a stranger's face on his face. face, buried his head in Fu Qiu's neck, and gently scraped his neck with his teeth.

"Alcohol stinks," Dongzi said.

"Sweaty." Fu Qiu laughed.

"They both stink, they are a couple." Dongzi held his breath, staring at Fu Qiu with complicated eyes, and exerted his strength on his waist.

Fu Qiu buried his head in his arms, hid his suppressed voice, and raised his neck impatiently. The place where he hadn't accepted anyone for a long time was painful at first, then numb, and reunited after a long absence. Tears welled up in the corners of Fu Qiu's eyes.Taking a deep breath, Fu Qiu sighed: "If you don't come back again, I'll miss you like crazy." At the same time, Fu Qiu grabbed Dongzi's arm tightly with his fingers, and his body was sent to a high place, and Dongzi turned over. Standing up, pressing down on Fu Qiu, kissing his sweaty face and neck with his lips.

With his legs wrapped around Dongzi's waist, Fu Qiu couldn't help panting, but he gritted his teeth and endured, desperately catering to him.

Tossing until dawn, Fu Qiu was already too tired to open his eyes, lying on the pillow, noticing the movement of the people around him, he grabbed Dongzi, opened his eyes nervously, and immediately couldn't laugh or cry, and tried to pull his face——

"What is this, take it off, it's too ugly... Mmm."

When Dongzi kissed, Fu Qiu naturally hugged his neck, and both of them were breathing in disorder. Dongzi tried his best to calm himself down, pretending to be careless and said: "Today's palace test, remember my ugly face." He kissed Fu Qiu's lips, the tip of his tongue brushed against his mouth, pressed against his tongue and teased him, before releasing Fu Qiu.

Half a month later, under the imperial list, Zhang Zhaoyun ordered Tanhualang, and the happy news spread to the inn.

"Young Master Zhang Zhaoyun, Young Master? Congratulations, Young Master, why don't you come out to receive the decree and thank you!" Xiaoer kicked the door for a long time without hearing any movement.

"Hey, where is Mr. Zhang?"

Before noon that day, the Son of Heaven summoned the Sanjia, left Tanhua Lang in the Chengyuan Hall, and ordered a meal to be served in the Chengyuan Hall.When the two of them were eating, Fu Qiu couldn't help but look at Dongzi carefully, and there were piles of boned fish on the plate.

"I'm getting thinner." Fu Qiu sighed, Dongzi was dressed in a scholar's robe, and he hadn't held a post yet, so he wasn't wearing an official robe.Fu Qiu lightly frowned, looked again, and said, "It seems a little pale."

"Eat." Dongzi said.

As soon as Fu Qiu lowered his head, the bowl was full of piles of dishes, so he had to bury his head in the rice. After eating, he asked someone to remove the things. Before the dragon case, Fu Qiu was sitting behind the dragon case.

"Take off."

According to the order, Dongzi took off his upper body robe, exposing his chest and back, with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and said, "But you are getting more and more handsome?"

Fu Qiu inspected it carefully, ran his fingers across the smooth and firm skin of the man, and saw that he didn't have any more wounds, except for a few scratches on his back last night, feeling distressed for a moment, and kissed him the wound.

Dongzi put on his robe indifferently, hugged Fu Qiu, and fell on the mat together.Dongzi's eyes quietly stared at the two coiled dragons on the top of Chengyuan Hall.

Fu Qiu lay on his chest and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Dongzi grabbed Fu Qiu's flailing fingers, kissed them between his lips, shook his head and said, "It's all right, I'm back again, I don't know how long I'm going to stay in the palace this time."

"Wait for the prince to grow up." Fu Qiu felt ashamed, Dongzi had protected him for many years, and finally the two of them eloped, and I made some calculations, thinking that the sky is high and the water is wide, but I don't want this picky boy to say goodbye Still can't get rid of it.After the previous incident, Fu Qiu understood that at least he had to wait for the crown prince to be able to take charge of his own affairs. Now that he is too young, once he leaves Beijing, the world will be in chaos and the people will suffer.Fu Qiu hugged Dongzi's arm tightly, kissed his face, and said happily: "Fortunately, you will stay for a few more years when you come back. As long as we are together, it will not be so difficult. The monarch and his ministers are close. Doesn't the favorite minister often sleep with the emperor?"

Dongzi touched Fu Qiu's face, but said nothing.

Fu Qiu was a little anxious and wanted to say something, but Dong Zi kissed him on the mouth and said, "Whether you are the emperor or not, I will accompany you."

Dongzi, who bears the name of Zhang Zhaoyun, was ordered to go to Yushitai, starting from Doctor Yushi.

In less than three months, everyone in the court knew that Yushitai had come to a strong bone, and impeached Taifu Fang's disciples almost all over the place. Afterwards, it developed rapidly, most of them were the children of the aristocratic families in the Northland, and it couldn't be more convenient to find the fault of these dudes.

For a while, Fang's family was deserted, and Mrs. Fang claimed that he was not sick.

Zhang Zhaoyun refused to enter, and the frightened rich children gave money, but were returned, and some gave rare treasures, but the poor boy didn't buy it, so they all guessed that he was lustful.

So at night, the yard was full of famous flower girls in the capital. Dongzi touched the chin of one of them, remembering that one of them had seen him vaguely. He lifted the chin of the flower girl, Ask: "Why is Jiang Shangshu willing to let the girl out?"

Hua Niang glanced at Dongzi shyly and annoyed, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Master Jiang wants to resign and return to his hometown. He sent all the slaves out, and he wants to bring a vulgar village woman who sells tofu back to his hometown. My lord, don't do it again." Ken accepts the servant's family, and the servant's family will end up living on the streets." Before he finished speaking, he fell into Dongzi's arms.

Dongzi flashed his expression calmly, Huaniang leaned against him emotionally, pretending to wipe away her tears, and sighed: "My family's life is so hard..."

"Why don't you let the little one go to the girl's bed tonight, how about five dollars?"

As soon as the voice was wrong, Hua Niang turned her head and saw a buck-toothed boy, she was so frightened that Huarong paled and shouted: "Go away, my little darling is about to jump out of fright!"

The sparse shadows of pines and cypresses fell on the ground, Jiang Song was listening to the pipa at one side, holding his son in his arms, his son's head resting on his chin, and asked in a tender voice, "Will the child become a high-ranking official like Daddy in the future?"

Jiang Song touched his son's head, but didn't answer.

"Father..." The son tugged at Jiang Song's clothes.

"Yes." Jiang Song squinted drunkenly.

The son listened to the pipa for a while, then fell asleep in Jiang Song's arms, and the sound of the pipa stopped.Tofu Xishi, who is at least 20 years old, put down her pipa and came to hold the child, who consciously snuggled up to her neck.

Jiang Song asked someone to fetch two cups, filled one and poured it on the ground, and drank one by himself, the tears from the corners of his eyes were blinked away by him——

"My brother is leaving the capital. From now on, no one will be able to fight by my side. If you go, go and do it well. In the future, my brother will go underground to find you. I will be an official enough, but it doesn't matter."

Jiang Song had a bitter taste in his mouth. After finishing the wine, he got up thinking that there was no one in the yard, and he loosened his belt to pee.

Someone slapped him on the back.

A distraught "Ghost!!" pierced through the backyard of Shang Shu's mansion, making everyone jump in shock.