Deeply rooted in your love [Fast Wear]

Chapter 47

"Yes, I like men." Zong Que said.
The ending of Gongzi Shu and Shuhua in the original world line is not good, but Gongzi Shu does have a habit of breaking sleeves.
"How do you know he likes men?" Fengyue asked softly.
He knew that Zong Que's words must have a basis, and he would not talk nonsense, he was just curious.
"Can I not say it?" Zong Que rolled his eyes.
This is recorded in the original world line, and now it is not without a trace, whether it is Shuhua who ordered the blockade of the city without authorization, or he harmed his son to relieve poisoning but was unharmed, this friendship far exceeds that of kings and advisers, but it is only a trace, and cannot be used as empirical evidence.
Feng Yue was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile: "If you don't want to say it, I won't ask, but Gongzi's love for men can indeed delay the marriage between Ningbo and Bo."
Once the time drags on, the winter of the Yi Kingdom will make it impossible for Ningguo to march at all, and the promised good things will be variable, and the alliance will be easily broken.
Feng Yue got up and ordered, passing the news out, Zong Que looked at his indifferent smile silhouette with slightly dark eyes, compared to Gongzi to relieve them, the two of them were less like monarchs.
The order was given, and Feng Yue returned to the table and sat down, "Are you okay in the afternoon?"
"The matter of recruiting subordinates." Zong Que said.
"I'll go after lunch, I've ordered someone to prepare it." Fengyue said.
Zong Que replied, "Good." Lunch
was relatively hearty, in addition to meat, eggs and poultry, the tofu made before was also put on the table, and the lard was stir-fried, although it was not seasoned enough, it was also full of flavor.
"I remember you could refine the salt yourself." Fengyue said as he rinsed his mouth.
Although it can also be refined in various parts of the Lin Kingdom, most of them are rough, and even if there are many in the court, they have gone through many processes, and they are not as delicate as Zongque's refining.
"This technology is not recommended to be taught to the people for the time being." Zong Que wiped his mouth.
He once experienced an era in which table salt was a must, but the price was low, unlike this era, where every grain of fine salt was comparable to gold.
The production process is not complicated, but because it is just needed, once other countries learn to monopolize and form taxes, Lin Guo will fall behind.
"You mean to take back the official camp?" Fengyue asked.
"In the past, the output was not large, and there was a lot of private salt, and the quality was different, and it was difficult for salt officials to profit from it, and it was collected from the central government for mass production, which could not only solve the problems of the people, but also fill the national treasury." Zong Que said.
If you want to fight, the treasury must not be empty.
"Then you'll do it." Fengyue said.
"Good." Zong Que got up and said, "I'll go first."
"I'll wait for you for dinner." Fengyue said.
"Good."
......
Nongsang's affairs seem simple, but the officials under Zong Que are seriously inadequate, and if they want to keep secrets, the selected personnel must be investigated clearly from their backgrounds.
The forgery technology of this era was uneven, and in one afternoon, out of a hundred documents, ninety were fake.
Zong Que looked at the road guide and documents in front of him, put it aside, and said, "Escort away." The
person standing on the opposite side instantly panicked: "What does this mean, adult?!" Even if you don't accept it, you can't arrest people indiscriminately!!
"The wayfinder is a forgery." Zong Que stopped his shouting with a word, "Strict trial."
"Yes." The guards took the man down and took him down.
1314 looked at the pile of fake documents and was amazed, his host is an expert in counterfeiting, and this kind of fake and shoddy product also dares to make an axe.
In one afternoon, there were not many recruits, and spies from various countries were arrested a lot.
"Inform you about it." Zong Que left as the sun set and gave the order.
When the setting sun stained the palace of the Lin Kingdom, Zong Que stepped into the palace door, and dinner was being delivered in the same way, while the king was lying on the side of the case patiently drawing something.
Zong Que stepped in, and the attendants saluted one after another: "See Changxiangjun." The
king raised his head, a smile appeared at the corner of his eyebrows, and the sunset fell on the peak of his nose, half warm, half cool, but it made the eyes darker, the thin lips redder, the majesty of the king, but the prince was as beautiful as jade: "You are back."
Zong Que approached, and the king had risen from behind the table to greet him, bathed in the setting sun, and there was a warmth: "I have been waiting for you for a long time." The
dinner was slightly light, and as soon as the dishes were removed, the sky was completely dark, rows of candles lit the inner hall, and the attendants were busy delivering hot water, and the palace people led by them reported: "Great King, the bathing items have been prepared."
"I have something to tell you at night, you are waiting for me here." Feng Yue got up and ordered, "If Changxiangjun wants something, he should take it from him."
"Yes." Attendants are all available.
After Fengyue entered the screen, the sound of water came, and Zong Que got up and sat down at his previous table to look at the map that had been partially depicted.
The map is drawn in charcoal, which is more detailed than previous maps, and even the strategic locations are marked.
Fengyue lord peace, attach importance to farmers and mulberry, and mainly rest and recuperate, but may not have the heart to chase deer, but with the war readiness and silver money of the Lin Kingdom today, it is not enough to dominate the six countries.
The people still can't eat, everything can only be planned and moved, otherwise once the national strength is very consumed, it will become the mouth of other countries.
Zong Que rolled up the map and asked for pen and ink to set the rules about salt and iron farmers.
Salt is just needed, and iron is a weapon, must not be wantonly abused, attach importance to farmers and mulberries, light the thin endowment, Lin Guo may not be able to dominate this generation, but can be several generations, and the first step is to reduce the weight of the princes and nobles, and then things can be well implemented.
The sound of water stopped for a long time, the curtain was lifted, and the water vapor lingered on Zong Que's nose because of the king's bend, reviving his thoughts: "You think so too?
Zong Que raised his head and looked at the man who knelt down beside him: "The nobles control too much power, which will affect the implementation of the king's order. Layers
of exploitation, only thinking about their own interests, no amount of decrees is useful.
"This matter can only be carried out slowly." Feng Yue looked at his plan that fell on the silk drapery and said, "You need to endure for the time being, and when the strength is enough, you can raise the knife and fall."
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Do you think I'm ruthless?" Fengyue raised his heart slightly.
"Nope." Zong Que said, "As a monarch, you should kill decisively. Too
much indecision, sometimes the consequences are serial, be cruel to the ruthless, be kind to the benevolent person, in order to sit in this position.
Fengyue pursed his thin lips lightly, looked at the person next to him and smiled: "After all, only you understand me best in this world." The
candle flame flickered, Gongzi's eyes were as bright as water, and Zong Que looked at him and said, "I don't necessarily know what you're thinking sometimes."
Feng Yue blinked, looked at the table, and said lightly: "If the mind let you know, then you still have it?" Zong
Que's gaze fell on his body, Gongzi cultivated and jade, even if he fell in the disaster, his qi on his body was never dispersed, his ink hair was winding, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, and his thin lips under the lamp were stained with water vapor, and they were as red as blood.
He is a determined person, but he will also hesitate because of love.
The person next to him did not answer, Fengyue's fingers curled slightly, and his side eyes smiled: "What are you doing about the broken sleeves..."
The hair was gently clasped by the outstretched hand, Gongziyue looked at the person who was close at hand, but the last words were intertwined in the breath close to each other, the lips touched lightly, and the curled fingers were already sweaty and hot.
The surrounding candlelight seemed to stop beating for a moment, and only the sound of heartbeat sounded in such a late night.
As soon as the kiss parted, Zong Que looked at the clean eyebrows of the person in front of him and said, "Offended." After
many years, the king who sat in this position is still the same as at first sight, but many things no longer allow him to be a bright and bright moon, without a trace of conspiracy, only a son accompanied by poetry and music.
The youth under the shadow of the lamp, like the reunion at dusk that day, was warm and dazzling.
Fengyue's eyes trembled slightly, and the breath held when the Adam's apple fluctuated seemed to flow again: "You... Why..."
"Want to do that." Zong Que asked, "Can you offend again?" Fengyue's
eyes widened slightly, and his thin lips lifted his arm when he pursed lightly, and this promised action made Zong Que's eyes slightly darker, and when he kissed his lips, he tightened his waist, deepening the kiss, and was also wrapped around his shoulder and neck by the hand that supported his arm.
He thought that he wanted this person, and the chasing soul was certainly interested, but perhaps at that dusk, he wanted to hold this person in his arms.
It's weird, very inexplicable impulsive, but it doesn't feel bad, so I unconsciously acquiesced and let go of his feelings, accompanying him all the way.
His lips parted, Feng Yue's cheeks were already flushed, his hand was on the man's shoulder, and he panicked for a moment when he was picked up from the ground: "Zong Que..."
"You don't want to?" Zong Que asked, holding someone.
"Do you know what you're doing?" Feng Yue looked at him, and his heart was already hot.
He liked this person, his mind was earlier than he realized, constantly suppressing, constantly thinking about how to keep him, constantly thinking about their future.
As a king, many things need to be abandoned, and all he wants is the person in front of him.
Zong Que's emotional response caught him off guard, but he also made the accumulated feelings out of control.
He wasn't worried about himself, but he was worried that it was the other person's impulse.
"Here's the crime." Zong Que placed him on the bed, put his hand on his cheek, and kissed his eyelid, "Please allow the subordinates to commit crimes."
"Eun Jun..." the king's words came out, already kissed deeply.
The candle flame in the temple jumped, but no one dared to enter the attendants guarding outside, one by one, they looked at their noses and hearts, and everything that might be fatal was not seen or listened to.
The night grew deeper and silent, as if even the candle flame in the dormitory was faint.
The slightly wet hair spread on the pillow, and the king's eyebrows were slightly closed, and he had fallen into a light sleep.
Zong Que brought water closer, sat on the edge of the bed and wiped the corners of his eyes and eyebrows with a cloth, wiped off the sweat, changed into a new profane clothes, and took out a new quilt.
The old one was laid out under him, the new one was covered on his body, and the candle flame was extinguished for most of it, leaving only one or two lamps that could not affect sleep through the bed tent, and Zong Que went to bed and took the groggy man into his arms.
1314 tried countless times and finally found that he could probe: [Host beast.
Where there is a person who eats people dry and wipes them clean as soon as they make up their minds.
Zong Que ignored it, just adjusted the person in his arms to a more comfortable position, and looked at the person in his arms with red eyes in the faint candlelight.
He has never indulged in this kind of thing, but today he seems to be really impulsive.
"Hmm..." the man in his arms moved lightly, his head rubbed his neck, his slender fingers like jade bones grasped the clothes on his chest, and whispered softly, "Don't..."
"Well, sleep." Zong Que lowered his head and kissed his lips, and the person in his arms raised his head slightly, and the seemingly nonchalant response made Zong Que breathe a deep breath, and pressed the side of his neck to bury himself in his arms.
His breathing became heavier, and Zong Que also closed his eyes.
When the sun rose, the attendants of the night watch were changed, the door of the temple was opened from the inside, and the attendants who were holding all kinds of things looked at the people at the door and bowed their heads and saluted: "See Changxiangjun."
"The king is still sleeping, come in and make a soft noise." Zong Que said.
"Yes." All the attendants lowered their voices.
The washing things were brought in, and when Zong Que washed, breakfast was also placed on the table, but no one touched the hanging curtain.
It's just that even though the attendant's pace is very light, when Zong Que wiped his hand, there was still a movement of turning over and a subconscious inquiry voice came from inside the bed tent: "What time is it..."
"Back to the king, just after midnight." The attendant replied.
"You guys go down first." Zong Que said.
"Yes." The attendant hurriedly retreated, but the voice in the bed tent was sluggish, and it seemed that he even froze his movements.
When the door of the temple closed, there was a slight movement when Zong Que passed through the curtain, but when he opened the bed tent, the king who should have woken up turned over and looked at the wall, burying himself in the quilt, only revealing a red ear pinna.
"Sorry, I was impulsive last night." Zong Que looked at the person who buried himself tightly and said.
That quilt horn loosened, the person who was looking at the inner wall turned around, revealing slightly thoughtful eyes: "Impulsive?
"Just made up my mind last night and offended." Zong Que said, "It's not regret.
Fengyue's eyes trembled slightly, and his eyebrows frowned slightly when he got up slightly: "It's okay, I allowed it."
"Still uncomfortable?" Zong Que asked.
Fengyue's cheeks were slightly hot, and he shook his head gently: "It's not uncomfortable." It's
just that the waist is slightly sore, and it feels a little strange.
"Uncomfortable to say, where men endure..." Zong Que's words were not spoken, and they were gently covered by Fengyue with his hand.
"Yue understands." Fengyue's eyes trembled slightly, and he said softly.
This person speaks bluntly, there is nothing, but the next words must not be suitable for pronouncing.
"I want to eat lightly these two days." Zong Que held his hand and pulled it down without letting go, "I'll prepare a medicine for you to use."
"With ... Where is it used? Feng Yue looked at the clasped hands, almost daring not to guess.
Zong Que thought for a moment and found the words to describe this era: "Gu Dao." Fengyue's
fingers shrank instantly, and his cheeks were red and almost dripping blood: "You..."
"This is what you say as a doctor, you don't have to be shy, and you don't shy away from medical treatment." Zong Que said.
"Yue just hasn't gotten used to it yet." Feng Yue looked at him, his fingers lightly touched his cheek, looked at him and smiled, "I always think about what kind of picture it is like if I am with you, but now it is like a dream, when did you detect my thoughts?"
"When in Yi Kingdom." Zong Que let his fingers touch and said.
"Why didn't you accept it then?" Fengyue asked softly.
At that time, there were actually clues, everything was undecided, and even if you had a mind, you could not declare it.
"Want to hear the truth?" Zong Que asked.
"Naturally." Fengyue said.
"Kings are changeable." Zong Que said, "The big thing is undecided, and it is not the right time.
He speculated about human nature, most of the kings throughout the ages were cool, otherwise there would be no three palaces and six courts, even if there were a very small number of people with deep feelings and righteousness, they could not gamble with their lives.
But the person in front of him has not changed, he is a king, but in front of him, he is only Gongziyue.
"Aren't you worried now?" Feng Yue laughed softly, "Now I am just killing you.
When one side of the princes and nobles is settled, the other side will also be solved because it is too connived, which is the way of balancing the king.
"I'm ready for everything." Zong Que took him into his arms.
Whether it is grace or killing, since you want this person, you are ready.
Fengyue shrunk his fingers, wrapped her arms around his shoulder and neck, rested her head on his shoulder, and accepted the embrace.
The gentleman is in love, and he stops being polite, and he has learned so, but he loves the straightforwardness of this man.
"When you sit on the throne, you can no longer be a gentleman of the bright wind and the moon." Feng Yue listened to his heartbeat and said softly, "Otherwise, I can't keep this position, and I can't keep Lin Country, but I don't want to be alone." How
lonely it is to be alone on the throne, like a father and king, who is calculated by the pillow man, and finally poisoned to death.
Even though his body is dark, he also wants to leave a pure land in his heart, and this person is his pure land.
"It's not only the one who is bright and the moon is called a gentleman." Zong Que let go of him and said, "He who is benevolent is a gentleman.
Feng Yue looked at him and chuckled, "Your opinions are always different from others.
"Eat breakfast first, I still have something to do after breakfast." Zong Que got up and said.
Feng Yue was a little caught off guard, even if he had been together for more than two years, he sometimes couldn't figure out this person's thoughts: "Good." Breakfast
was light, the two of them used it simply, Zong Que wiped his hands and got up and said: "Lunch should not come back, you still want to sleep with breakfast, digest it a little and then sleep."
"Hmm." Feng Yue watched him get up and smiled, "You're busier than me."
"It won't be so busy when the manpower is set up." Zong Que straightened his clothes in the mirror.
"You recruit doormen and subordinates are not bound to the door, but the number is still insufficient?" Fengyue asked.
"There are too many spies from various countries, and they need to be carefully selected and screened." Zong Que turned around and walked to his side and said, "Don't worry, the things you explained will not leak out."
"If you do things, I am naturally relieved." Feng Yue raised his eyes and smiled, but his cheeks were gently lifted, and one was printed on his lipsKiss.
His heart was pounding, but before he could react, the person in front of him had already turned and opened the door of the temple to leave: "I'll be back before dinner." The
door of the temple closed, there was silence around him, and Feng Yue touched his lips with his fingers, which seemed to still have the touch left by that person, and the slight trembling was like a heartbeat.
This person is always unexpected, but can easily tug at his heartstrings.
The next day, when Zong Que re-recruited, there were not one out of ten forgeries mixed in the document guide, but there were still many spies mixed in.
Spies can weed it out, but it's still hard to watch out for people who are heavily paid for.
The initial personnel were set, the rules and promotion system were read, the cloth was laid out on the table, and the corresponding names were recorded one by one.
"This is a confidentiality agreement, and after everyone presses their fingerprints, they are considered to agree, and those who leak or make private accusations are condemned by the Nine Tribes." The attendant announced that someone's face had changed drastically.
"Nine Clan?!"
"Why did one person bring his family with him?"
"This matter concerns the country, and it can not be pressed." The attendant raised his voice, "Since you have handed over the paperwork, are you not prepared to keep it secret?" The
audience was instantly silent.
"Let's get started." Zong Que said.
This era is not like the era of science and technology, there are many regulatory systems, you can easily locate, investigate and even destroy data, in this era of frequent wars, some people will not care about their own lives, sacrifice one person to save their families, the country's affairs do not allow the slightest negligence, otherwise he will only be full of loopholes here.
Even if the people in the courtyard had doubts, they pressed the handprints one by one, until there were a few pale-faced people left without moving for a long time.
"My lord." The attendant saluted.
Those few people were those who clenched their fists, and there were those who looked at the escape route with their eyes.
"Those who don't want to press can leave by themselves." Zong Que said.
When those people heard this, they were a little incredulous, and knelt down and saluted like a general amnesty: "Thank you Changxiangjun, thank you Changxiangjun." Those
who pressed the handprints were assigned work, and the few who did not press left, and someone quietly followed them.
Zongque did not hide his actions, and the notes presented by the ministers filled the king's table that night.
"The leaker curses the Nine Clan." Fengyue raised his gaze from the soothing and looked at the man who was cleaning his hands.
As soon as these words came out, the attendants who were serving trembled slightly.
Zong Que wiped his hand and sat next to him and said, "Well, only in this way can you keep the secret, do you think it's too heavy?"
"One afternoon, it's all about you." Feng Yue looked at him and said, "The punishment is too severe, it will cause a backlash.
"In troubled times, you should use heavy law, and kindness cannot seek the country." Zong Que looked at those songs.
"If you go on like this, I am afraid that they will pass on that you are a violent and traitorous minister." Feng Yue said softly.
"History will only be written by the victors." Zong Que said, "Fame is not that important to me. The
strong neighbor is on the side, the tiger is watching, if you still guard the Shen Xuan, there is no difference from self-destruction.
In the records of the original world line, Gongzishu did not unify the six countries, but when he began to fight the idea of the Lin Kingdom, the Kingdom of Lu, the Kingdom of Yi and the Kingdom of Bo had already belonged to the territory of the State of Ning.
Ningguo's rule is also violent, not treating the people of other countries the same as Ningguo, wars are everywhere, and mourning is everywhere.
"You are not taboo, I will protect your safety." Feng Yue said with a smile.
He contributed to him, he just can't be a benevolent lord in the history books, and it doesn't matter if he is a tyrant who trusts traitors.
Will the history pen only write for the winners?
"What are you going to do with all this?" Zong Que asked.
"Press and hold still." Fengyue said.
Wen Chen's verbal criticism does not seem to be powerful, but when it reaches the people, it can easily incite the people's hearts, and it is necessary to withstand great pressure when pressed still.
Zong Que muttered, "I will close this matter as soon as possible.
"You don't have to be anxious, Lin Guo has something to let them participate." Feng Yue smiled soothingly, "Besides, you are doing things for me, I always have to leave you enough time."
Zong Que looked at him and replied, "Hmm.
"By the way, you can imitate the road guide, but can you imitate the handwriting of others?" Feng Yue remembered this and asked.
"What needs to be done?" Zong Que asked.
Feng Yue held a handful of music in front of him, and sighed lightly: "Although I can't press it, I still have to review it to show that I have read it, there are at least hundreds of copies here, I read it alone and finish writing, I am afraid that it will be late at night."
Zong Que looked at him deeply for a long time, then turned his eyes and said, "I'll help you see."
"Hard work." Feng Yue took a note, and after reading it cursoryly, he put words on it.
It was □□ dark, countless lamps were held in the palace, candles jumped, and Feng Yue gently moved his shoulders and neck when he turned a letter, and his eyes fell on the man kneeling beside him.
The man knelt straight, even if he was not restrained outside the palace before, his actions seemed to be as serious and calm as he is now, the lights burst lightly, the candle flame jumped gently, and the light and shadow gently swayed on his angular eyebrows, but it seemed that he could not disturb him in the slightest.
This man, even if the slave mark is not erased, does not seem to affect the preciousness in his bones, he is different from everyone he sees.
Feng Yue looked out of his mind, but did not feel that the man's brushstrokes stopped, and he was caught off guard by the other party's line of sight, although he was spiing, Feng Yue smiled: "What's wrong?"
"Are you tired?" Zong Que asked.
The gaze of the people around him has been left for too long to ignore.
"Well, I'm tired." Fengyue asked, "Aren't you tired?" I remember you used to dislike these cumbersome and useless things the most.
"It's okay, you rest for a while." Zong Que sank his mind and refocused his gaze on the new music.
Although some things may feel unnecessary, it is still necessary to do them well when they need to be done.
He looked seriously, holding his side cheek, thinking back to his demeanor and behavior yesterday, and his heart rippled slightly.
Rarely, if not ever, had he ever seen this person impulsive, only yesterday, and only then, when he said he wanted to do it.
He has spoken a little more now than before, but he always feels that his state is not much different from before yesterday.
Fengyue had seen his father and mother get along, but the two of them abided by the way of husband and wife, raised their eyebrows together, never said or acted too much, and when they slept, he could not look at it.
Could it be that the impulse to be so hot is only on the bed?
Feng Yue thought for a long time, even if his gaze stopped on the performance, his heart could not be still.
"Great King, it's time for you to rest, tomorrow will be early." The attendant outside the hall looked at the hour and reminded.
When the voice came, there were not a few letters left, and Zong Que looked at the person next to him: "You bathe first, I'll help you read the rest." "Good
." Summoned by Fengyue, the attendant brought hot water from the bath bucket and let him enter the inner temple to bathe.
Zong Que looked at the remaining copies, and 1314 probed: [Host, you are so committed to your work, are you not afraid to ignore the task object? ]
【Ignore? Zong Que swept his gaze to make sure that there was nothing important, and put it aside after reviewing.
[Yes, you have been busy working all night and have not paid much attention to people. 1314 said.
Although it is a single person, it is still very sensitive to the basic emotions of human beings, and the boyfriend only likes to work during the hot love period of just love, which is simply not true love.
[We're busy together.] Although Zong Que answered his words, his hand movements did not stop.
When you work, work conscientiously, pay attention to efficiency, and the remaining time will be more.
[The truth is true, but feelings are unreasonable. 1314 reminded, [In other worlds, if you find an object to ignore, the other party may be a tantrum, and if you make the other party angry in this world, you may go to prison.
Zong Que glanced at the inner hall glowing with the sound of water, and looked back at the music in front of him: [Well, I see.
He just looked at oneEye, 1314 deeply felt the perfunctory host: [I'm not alarmist.
】 [His temper is not as bad as you think. Zong Que said.
1314：【...... Host, don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes.
[Hmm. Zong Que replied.
1314: [...] The sound of water in the
inner hall gradually stopped, and Zong Que only had the last letter left in his hand, and when the review fell, a person covered in water vapor walked out of it, walked to the table and looked at it: "Only the last copy left?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"In fact, there is no hurry, you can save it until tomorrow." Fengyue wiped his hair with a cloth.
"Tomorrow has tomorrow." Zong Que said.
He has never liked to save the work he can do one day for the next.
"You're always so serious." Feng Yue smiled and sat on the side of the bed and carefully wiped his hair.
The attendants moved the water out one by one, and Zong Que put down the last letter and sorted out everything on the table, got up and looked at the man who was wiping the ends of his hair on the side: "Wash your hair?"
"No, just wet the ends of the hair." Feng Yue changed into a drier cloth and continued to wipe it, "Since you said that washing your hair at night is prone to headaches, I don't wash it at night."
Zong Que reached out and twisted the end of his hair and said, "It's almost like this, it's easy to hurt if you wipe it again, and it can dry after a while."
"The doctor can even look at the hair?" Feng Yue raised his eyes.
"You can also tell a person's physical condition from the hair." Zong Que loosened his hair and walked towards the door of the hall.
Feng Yue paused and swallowed back the words that were about to be spoken, but saw that the man went to the door and took something with the attendant, and went and returned.
"What did you go and take?" Feng Yue looked at the box in his hand and asked curiously.
"Medicine Jade." Zong Que opened the box and took out the rounded and hollow medicinal jade from it, "You just want to dry your hair, do you want to use it on the bed or on the bed?"
"Huh?" Feng Yue looked at the medicinal jade a little inexplicably, "How to use this thing?"
"I said it in the morning, Gu Dao." Zong Que said.
As soon as his words came out, the clock fell in the temple.
The handkerchief in Fengyue's hand fell, and he subconsciously caught it, and his Adam's apple swallowed gently: "I... I don't feel bad. "
It's prevention and nourishment, it's good for the body." Zong Que looked at his reddish cheeks and said, "If you don't pay attention to maintenance when you are young, you will suffer in your old age.
Fengyue's fingers tightened, and he said softly: "Then if you don't bear it, you won't have this trouble."
Zong Que pondered, put away the box and said, "It's okay."
"Huh?" Feng Yue watched him close the box, his eyes fell lightly on his waist and said, "You don't mind using this object?"
"I'm not down." Zong Que said bluntly to meet his gaze.
In the past, he also considered the problem of position, but he couldn't accept it, this kind of thing can be done or not, if the other party can't accept it, both parties can solve it themselves.
Fengyue's mind was broken, and he was slightly regretful: "I can't accept this either."
"Then you don't have to." Zong Que put the closed box aside and said, "This will also come in handy for those who need it in the future."
"You still want to use it for others?" Feng Yue held down the box next to him and frowned.
Zong Que met his gaze, and there was an extremely unhappy emotion in those eyes, which even appeared a little dark under the candle fire.
"The widow shall tell you in advance, that since you have promised me, there will be no one else." Feng Yue looked straight at him and said, "You are not allowed to marry a widow regardless of whether there are kings and courtiers in their ancestors who can still marry their wives." The
kings of the three generations of the Lin Kingdom also have the good of Longyang, but the king's harem is beautiful, and the people who sleep with them are also a group of wives and concubines in the family, and because they have courted the king, they are in the officialdom, but not in his place.
Zong Que looked at the corners of his lips that had completely lost his smile and said, "In addition to that kind of thing, there will be other reasons that cause Gu Dao to be uncomfortable."
Feng Yue was slightly stunned: "You mean... Cure?
"Hmm." Zong Que replied, "It's hard to make it, it's a pity to discard it or smash it."
Feng Yue's fingers shrank slightly, and he looked away: "I just thought a little more just now, don't be angry."
"Not angry." Zong Que looked at his red pinna.
The young man is ashamed, where is the power of half a point when he was a king just now.
"Although I misunderstood, what Fang Cai said was true." Fengyue looked at him and said.
"There will be no one else." Zong Que said.
The system is right, there is indeed a king in front of you, but whether it is or not, coaxing people still has to follow.
"I believe you." A smile appeared on Fengyue's lips, and he took the box on the side and said, "Although this item has other uses, I think that few people can use it, so let's leave it with me first." "Good
." Zong Que replied.
He doesn't have many opportunities to see people, and it is indeed possible that he will not be used for decades.
Feng Yue got up, put the medicine jade box into the dark compartment of the dormitory, looked at the man standing in the hall, and said, "I have called someone to prepare a bath for you." "Good
."
The hot water was carried in, Zong Que entered the inner hall to bathe, and his clothes were also prepared, he said that he lived in the side hall of the palace, but in fact lived here for more time.
When the clothes were put on, Zong Que casually tied his long hair with a headband, and the long hair was cumbersome, but in this era, parents who paid attention to the skin of the body, even slaves, could not cut their hair at will.
When Zong Que walked out of the inner hall, the candle flame in the hall had been extinguished a lot, leaving only a few on the side of the bed, and the attendants were all guarding outside.
The curtain had fallen, and the king in the bed tent had closed his eyes and taken a nap, Zong Que relaxed his movements, and when he went to bed when he put down the bed tent, he met the other party's gently open eyes.
"Haven't slept yet?" Zong Que pulled on the quilt.
"Waiting for you." Feng Yue looked sideways at his lying figure and said, "Whenever you sleep next to me, it always reminds me of when I was still in Yi Kingdom.
Zong Que rolled over slightly and took him in his arms: "Well, go to bed early."
He hugged it naturally, but Feng Yue was a little caught off guard, his cheeks were already slightly hot for a while, although they had also hugged each other and slept in Yi Kingdom, but at that time it was because of the cold, and after having the kang, they all slept separately, but every time he woke up in the morning, he was always easy to roll to the position where Zong Que slept, unlike now, hugging each other seemed to be a common thing.
"Now it's a real fit to sleep." Feng Yue looked at his closed eyes, his breathing was close at hand, and there was still a trace of sleepiness.
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
Although he usually talks like this, but at this time, only the two of them are in the middle of the night, and such words inevitably make Feng Yue feel perfunctory: "You and I get along, don't you have anything to say to me?"
Zong Que opened his eyes and said, "You said."
1314 sighed instantly, it didn't save the host.
Feng Yue snapped, his lips pursed slightly, and his hand pinched his nose and said, "Do you want to say something to me?"
Zong Que couldn't breathe, took his hand and took it down, thinking, "What did you eat for lunch today?"
Feng Yue looked at him for a long time, and was completely defeated: "That's it, don't you know how people who are in love should get along?"
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
The soul is the same, but different life memory eras and even behavioral habits and identities are different, which requires new running-in.
"How about that?" Fengyue asked softly.
"What do you want?" Zong Que looked at him and asked.
The bed was huge, but they were very close together, and the words were only within easy reach, as if they naturally brought a little intimacy.
In the middle of the night, Fengyue's heart beat because of his question: "I think... We're a little closer. The
voice is very low, as low as a gnat, but a gentleman's courtesy, it is not on the bed.
"Understood." Zong Que gently bowed his head and kissed him on the lips.
This kiss was originally a light kiss, but it wrapped her arms around himThe neck turned into a deep kiss.
Late nights always amplify people's courage, and when a kiss separates, both of them are a little unstable.
Although they were separated, their lips still touched gently, and Fengyue's Adam's apple moved lightly, staggering his breathing channels with him: "Why stop?"
"It's time for you to sleep." Zong Que looked at his slightly narrowed eyes and said, "Tomorrow will be early."
"But I..." Feng Yue said, looking at him, "I can get up early if I delay for a while."
"Good." Zong Que kissed him again on the lips.
......
The candle flame flickered, and Zong Que took the person in his arms and said, "Can you sleep now?"
Feng Yue hugged him, and his snorts were lightly staggered: "Are you okay?
"Hmm." Zong Que replied.
"Your body seems to be frozen with your heart." Fengyue was already a little sleepy, and his words came out a little freely.
"There is a healthy cycle of physiological needs, not daily." Zong Que said.
Feng Yue listened half-afirst, but gently rubbed his neck and smiled: "Isn't that no fun at all..."
"Fun doesn't need to pass through this..." Zong Que didn't finish speaking, looking at the person who had fallen asleep, pulled the brocade and closed his eyes.
Since the establishment of the Lin Kingdom, it has been an early dynasty on the fifth day, and it is about to rise before midnight, and when the sky is still dark, Zong Que notices a slight movement beside him, and there are attendants hurriedly entering and leaving, calling softly: "Great King, it's time to go up today."
"Be softer." The person next to him carefully got out of bed, only pulling the corner of the bed tent.
Zong Que's eyes opened slightly, and the silhouette that was gently withdrawing turned his eyes, and the corners of his lips chuckled: "Woke you up?"
"I'm going to go up too." Zong Que opened his eyes and got up.
"You'd better not go today, otherwise the hundreds of impeachments will be blunt." Fengyue sat on the edge of the bed.
"If I don't go, they will come at you." Zong Que lifted the brocade quilt and got out of bed.
Fengyue watched him lift the bed tent, and gently supported his hand on the side of the bed and kissed his cheek: "Worried about me?
A kiss was like a dragonfly with water, Zong Que looked at him, his eyes slightly narrowed: "Well, this kind of thing should not be borne by you alone." Wen
Chen could also use verbal criticism to deal with it, and he was never afraid of people's words, because no amount of human words and schemes could withstand the ten meetings of one force, especially in times of war.
"Good." Feng Yue got up, lifted the curtain and said, "Wash and change clothes." Everyone
in Yiying Palace bowed their heads, holding their breath to put on the imperial clothes for the two, and when the door of the palace opened, it was still dark outside, and even when they reached the main hall, candles were burning everywhere.
The group of ministers was solemn, and when Zongque stood at the head of the right, and the king sat down to announce the upper dynasty, someone on the left had already stepped forward and saluted: "Great king, the minister has the essence, my Lin Kingdom has always paid attention to leniency and benevolence, and the Changxiang Jun recruited doormen, but he privately set a severe punishment and strict law, accusing his nine tribes, and having no humanity, and now he has overstepped his power, and he is really heinous!!
"Great King, the sin of the Nine Races is unprecedented..."
"Great King, it is not appropriate for a slave to be named a nobleman, and Changxiangjun is doing this to ruin the reputation of the Great King..."
1314 quietly probed, looked at the host's calm face, and remembered the small books for the host one by one.
The host is usually not provoked, but if anyone messes with him, the tears shed tomorrow will be the water in today's brain.