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

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After a long time, the Prime Minister finally finished crying and began recalculating old debts with the Emperor, scolding him starting
from the time a year ago, the first time they did it and he almost tore the Prime Minister's backdoor open.

The action under the buttocks resumed up up down down, the Emperor held the Prime Minister, nodded and admitted his mistakes
while continuing to probe around, looking for a certain spot in the intestinal wall.

When that spot was stabbed, the Prime Minister who had been biting his lips until they turned red, started moaning out loud. His dampened eyes shone with sparkles as tears
dripped down again.

After a quick thrust, his whole body tensed up, white essence shot out from the head. The long legs squeezing the Emperor's waist slid
down weakly. The Emperor still held him up and continued thrusting. It was only until the Prime Minister begged in a hoarse voice that he finally released inside.

The Emperor readjusted the Prime Minister's disheveled clothes and returned to Lin Jiang Palace together while the other person was holding the semen between his legs.

The Prime Minister's legs were all wobbly, but he didn't allow the Emperor to carry him on his back. He was afraid the semen would leak and
drip on the ground, then the next day, when the palace servants found out and followed the white fluid trail to Lin Jiang Palace, they would surely know it had come out from the
Prime Minister's bottoms.

The Emperor quickly said, ""I'll carry you in my arms."

The Prime Minister finally agreed and buried his head into the Emperor's chest. When they passed Lin Jiang Palace's gate, he heard the Emperor giving instructions to the servants but
didn't dare to lift his head, the back hole spat out the concentrated essence, soaking his clothes.

He pinched the Emperor's hard, signaling him to stop talking and take him back first. The Emperor sighed and told to the palace servants, "The Prime Minister is tired, I'll carry
him back."

The Prime Minister's legs were exposed from under the wrinkled robe, which also looked like it had been stained with something. The
arms clinging to the Emperor's neck were as white as lotus roots.

The palace maids didn't expect that person to be the Prime Minister. Originally, they were sighing in their hearts, thinking the Emperor's
heart had changed and broken his vow back then after only one short year.

At that time, an official who was at odds with the Prime Minister impeached him for monopolizing the Emperor. He advised the Emperor to take in more concubines and
spread more branches and leaves to maintain lineage.

The Prime Minister was flustered, eyes flooded with transparent tears turned towards the Emperor.

The Emperor said the crown prince had already been decided, having more children would not bring more fortune and might even bring forth an internal fight. And in this life, he
would only have eyes for one beauty, which was the Prime Minister.

Afterward, that official resigned and returned to his hometown out of fear of being retaliated by the Prime Minister and his co.

The moonlight shone on the Prime Minister's pale arms, the palace maids only glanced over for a bit and got glared at by the Emperor, so they hastily bowed and retreated.

The Emperor gave the Prime Minister a bath and cleaned him up, then took him back to the bedroom and stuffed the person under the quilt.

The Prime Minister lazily opened his eyes and was about to tease the Emperor, but then he suddenly felt self-conscious, how could his mind only fill with this kind of thing?

The Emperor lay in bed and took the Prime Minister into his arms. Romantic words were about to come out, but then the Prime Minister in his arms spoke, "How's the flooding
in Qingzhou?" He asked because the Emperor would know the situation faster from the memorials.

Romantic words got stuck in the Emperor's throat. He had to chat with the Prime Minister about political affairs in bed, "The irrigation works have been completed, silvers have been distributed to the people, and the refugees have also been taken in by the local prefecture."

The Prime Minister was relieved, his thin legs intertwined with the Emperor's, their bared skin rubbed against each other, and he slowly
drifted to sleep tiredly.

The Emperor hugged the Prime Minister and began to talk about how much he liked him, how he fell in love with him at first sight after seeing him bang his head on the pillar, and how he had never seen such a beautiful
person.

He rambled happily for awhile before lowering his head to look at the Prime Minister, wanting to see if the love for him was in the other person's eyes, but the Prime Minister had already snored softly like a purring kitten on
the windowsill.

The Emperor mumbled sullenly, "I talked for so long..."

But he quickly regained his spirit. He could repeat these words a hundred times. When the Prime Minister woke up, he would say it again. The Emperor was very willing to.