Today Prime Minister Also Wants to Bang His Head on the Pillar

Chapter 11

Once the Emperor had tasted meat, he
naturally wouldn't go back to vegetarian diet.

The promiscuous days lasted for a while.
The Prime Minister was skilled at acting weak, whenever he couldn't take it anymore, he would whisper softly, "Your Majesty, I, I'm tired.."

The hazy mist in his eyes condensed into water drops. When he closed his eyes, those drops trickled from the eyes corners to his chin, and dripped down.

The Emperor looked up and saw this sight. His heart trembled. He couldn't take it and immediately stopped while hurriedly comforting, "Alright, alright, I wont do it anymore, won't do it anymore."

After many days of debauchery, it was time for court again. Since the Prime Minister's heart cared for the people significantly, of course he would endure the aching pain and go to court at 5AM to listen to public's situations.

The Emperor couldn't bear seeing the Prime Minister standing down there so he just went, "Good, good, good" the whole morning, only wishing the court could end as early as possible, no longer had any mind to torture
the officials.

In any case, he could see the beauty crying at home, there was no need to share it with others.

Actually, the officials' proposals were allbwritten the memorials and the Emperor had already approved them. There was no need to run things the same way as before.

After court ended, the Emperor hinted at the Prime Minister with his eyes to go back together, but the Prime Minister didn't notice
anything and left with other officials without a care, even continued discussing political affairs on the way to the palace gate.

Everyone was full of praise for the Emperor.

Ever since his wedding, his temperament seemed to have gotten a lot better. His speed at processing national affairs got faster, and today he hadn't said anything harmful to the
people.

This must be thanks to the Prime Minister!

The talk spread, the people all thought the Prime Minister had to bear a lot of burdens and put up with humiliation for their sakes.

They worshipped and looked up to the Prime Minister as if he was God, completely oblivious to the fact that this kind of behavior would only kill him.

When these things passed from the mouth of people with bad intentions to the Emperor's ears, the Emperor raised his lips in a male protagonist's style cold sneer, then dealt with
it in a textbook-classic way.

Which was, taking advantage of this to push the Prime Minister down and brought all the ideas he held back from saying in court...and said it in bed.

Around noon, the Emperor was sitting in the study, reading the memorials. He chased all the palace servants out, then held the Prime Minister in his arnms and started rubbing the
other's narrow waist.

He lowered his head, intending to suck thebPrime Minister's breast, but the Prime Ministerbadvised, "Your Majesty, it's still broad daylight,
not suitable for lewdness."

The Emperor thought fast, "I wonder if I should build another courtyard. This Linjiang Palace is not big enough."

Hearing this, the Prime Minister reluctantly took off his outer robe, untied the crimson undergarment, and revealed the two milky soft mounds, which had grown a little from being constantly kneaded for the past few days.

The Prime Minister put his arms around the Emperor's neck and held out his chest, offering them to the Emperor's lips.

The Emperor sucked hard on one breast. The Prime Minister's moan grew louder. Not long after, his dissuasion speech could be heard
intermittently through his gasps, "Your Majesty..! I... um...feel that... Linjiang Place is..big enough."

The Emperor nodded without saying anything and switched to the other side. Both breasts were sucked until they stood up straight.

The Emperor's hard rod pressed on the Prime Minister, he shoved everything off the table, laid the Prime Minister down, and lifted his
skirt. The Prime Minister bit his lips and stopped the Emperor's hand with a rebuffed look, "Your Majesty..."

The Emperor: "Linjiang Palace really is too small."

The Prime Minister, who loved people like his own children, hurriedly let go and even catered to the Emperor, shouted, "Your Majesty, faster, faster...Ah." In fact, faster meant bringing him to the grave sooner.

Fortunately, the Emperor didnt take his words at face value and still hold back. After everything was done, he said contentedly, "You are right. Linjiang Palace is really big."

The Prime Minister felt comfortable and satisfied. Blowing wind was indeed more successful.

It was just a little tiring..