Chapter 65 Planting Flowers

"It's good to know. It's not a serious illness. It's just a heart disease that is difficult to cure. But in my hands, it's not a difficult thing to do."

Ouyang Tongji asked someone to prepare paper and pen, wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhao Fangye: "Okay, follow this prescription to get the medicine, and I'll make sure it works. Ask your people to take me back, my precious herbs are going to wilt."

"Thank you." After taking the prescription, Zhao Fangye called the secret guards: "Escort Mr. Ouyang back."

"Yes, Master."

Lin Rugui and Song Zigen looked at the miracle doctor and tried to persuade him to stay: "Miss Ouyang, please stay here for a few days so that we can entertain you."

"No!" Ouyang Tongji waved his hand as he stepped out of the courtyard gate: "I don't like to stay in the mortal world, so I'd better go back to the mountain to take care of my precious medicinal herbs."

Zhao Fangye said to the two of them, "Don't mind. Mr. Ouyang has always liked to live in seclusion."

"All right."

Song Zigen admired Ouyang Tongji's character very much and thought he could stay in his house and talk.

But I didn't expect that this person no longer coveted the mundane world.

Awakened by his words, Song Zigen was no longer obsessed with rectifying the court. After all, the current court was like an abandoned jar of soy sauce, completely rotten.

There is no way he can turn the situation around by himself.

Song Zigen lay on the bed, feeling relieved.

"Your Majesty, Madam, the doctor is right. I am ready to submit my resignation to the emperor after I recover. It is better to come back and spend time with my family than to continue to look at their disgusting faces in the filthy court."

"Okay...husband, please quit." Lin Rugui had been by his side for so many years, so how could she not know his ambitions.

But she couldn't bear to see him running into obstacles everywhere, so she was relieved that Song Zigen took the initiative to propose this time.

Zhao Fangye did not comment, but it was also a good thing for Huai Xi that Minister Song resigned.

This way, there will be fewer constraints on your actions.

Minister Song hadn't seen Song Huaixi all morning, so he tilted his head and asked, "Your Majesty, why didn't Huaixi come with you?"

Zhao Fangye stroked his sleeves and said calmly, "He didn't sleep well these past few days, so I didn't call him."

Song Zigen nodded: "That's right...it made the child worried."

The Song Huaixi they were talking about was currently looking at the marks on his body in front of a bronze mirror. The loose neckline reveals the fair skin.

There were bright red marks all over it, spreading from the neck to the chest. Song Huaixi reached out to rub it off, but not only did it fail, it also hurt a little.

I thought to myself, why is Zhao Fangye like a mosquito, biting people every time. The bite will itch and leave a red mark.

However, what Zhao Fangye left behind were much larger than those left by mosquitoes, which was really magical.

As soon as he entered the room, Zhao Fangye saw him wearing a thin undergarment and looking at the kiss marks on his body in front of a bronze mirror.

I don’t know what’s on her face, a mixture of innocence and charm.

Like a little demon who has just entered the mortal world, he is very curious about everything in the world.

Walking over and hugging him, Zhao Fangye held his cold hand with some displeasure: "Why are you running around without clothes on? Huaixi, you need to take care of your body, okay?"

Then he lifted him onto his knees and wrapped him in his thick cloak. Look down.

A pair of white feet are hanging in the air.

This time, Zhao Fangye was really angry. He picked up his feet and held them in his arms. His tone was somewhat stern: "Why don't you run around wearing shoes?"

The Song Mansion is not as good as the Wang Mansion, as there are no underground dragons on the ground. Even with a charcoal fire burning in the house it was still cold. If you walk around barefoot like this, you might catch a cold.

"I...I forgot..." Song Huaixi noticed that his tone was a little serious, and admitted his mistake obediently: "I will wear shoes next time, don't be angry."

Zhao Fangye was helpless. What else could he say seeing him admit his mistake so quickly? He was reluctant to reprimand him.

Touching his cold feet with his palms, Zhao Fangye slowed down his tone: "Huai Xi, you have to understand that your body is your own, and you have to take care of it. I'm not angry, I'm worried, understand?"

"Got it." Song Huaixi kissed him on the face and said coquettishly: "Zhao Fangye is the best."

This time Zhao Fangye was really driven crazy by him. This guy seemed to know how to coax him.

"Okay, since you like going barefoot, how about asking someone to lay down a carpet tomorrow?" Zhao Fangye hugged him and asked, "What were you looking at just now? So absorbed in it?"

As soon as he said this, Song Huaixi found a reason to blame him. She lifted her clothes to show him the marks on her body and accused him, "You bit me. There are so many marks. Like mosquito bites."

Zhao Fangye looked down at the marks he left on his body and chuckled. He looked at his masterpiece with a wanton gaze.

"Little silly, that's not biting. It's kissing." Then she brought his arm to her mouth and sucked on his hand for a while.

A red mark appeared on Song Huaixi's hand.

Song Huaixi looked at the small red spot on his arm, his eyes full of surprise.

So this is how you “bite”. So magical. The itching is not painful at all.

Taking his arm back, Song Huaixi looked at him with excitement. As if he had learned some new skill, he pointed at the mark on his hand and said, "Zhao Fangye! I want to make this for you too!"

Zhao Fangye raised his eyebrows when he heard this, a little surprised: "Really?"

He nodded hurriedly: "Yeah!"

As he said that, Song Huaixi reached out to grab his hand.

A smile flashed across Zhao Fangye's eyes, and he raised his hand to avoid him. Looking at his puzzled look, she opened the collar of her clothes and said, "Kissing hands is so boring. Be good, kiss here."

Zhao Fangye had a bewitching smile on his handsome face, with his shirt half open. It was in stark contrast to his usual meticulous demeanor.

Song Huaixi couldn't tell what was wrong, she just felt that Zhao Fangye had become more handsome. My heart started pounding.

Putting her hands on his shoulders, Song Huaixi lowered her head to his neck and sucked on him, imitating Zhao Fangye's movements.

Zhao Fangye leaned back in his chair with one hand around his waist. One hand gently stroked his slender neck. There was laziness and joy in his eyes.

This was the first time Song Huaixi kissed him other than kissing. The soft lips touched the skin, and Song Huaixi's force was obviously very light.

But Zhao Fangye felt as if there were millions of small insects crawling over that place, causing a tingling and numb sensation.

Reaching out to press his head, Zhao Fangye tilted his head and held his reddened ear in his mouth. The voice was low and hoarse, as if with a sigh of comfort, he whispered: "Push harder, Huaixi."

Song Huaixi sucked hard obediently, and immediately a muffled groan came from his ear.

Looking up, Song Huaixi saw that there was indeed a bright red mark on the skin. He immediately shouted happily: "I learned it! Zhao Fangye!"

Zhao Fangye held his head and looked at his innocent eyes: "Well done."

In the next half hour, Song Huaixi planted plum blossoms all over Zhao Fangye's neck.