Xiao Fu was dazzled by this smile.
Lin Zikui usually doesn't call him Xiao Lang, but mostly calls him Madam, Zhao Ling.
It seemed that calling her "Madam" or "Zhao Ling" could conceal Xiao Fu's gender.
Xiao Fu couldn't help but sit on the floor of the carriage and held his head on his legs. Lin Zikui didn't move, letting him play with her. Her hair hung smoothly on Xiao Fu's body, and the tip of her chin rested in the hollow of his legs.
Xiao Fu put his fingers in his hair and asked softly, "Why are you lying on the ground?"
Jinzun: "Mr. Lin said that the ground is cool."
Xiao Fu's voice suddenly turned colder: "I didn't ask you, get out."
Jinzun suddenly opened his eyes wide, punched the window on the side of the Pegasus carriage, and jumped out with a clang.
Yuanqing shook his head.
Lin Zikui also turned his head and called out Jinzun.
"Don't worry about him. He's good at martial arts. He went out to play." Xiao Fu turned his head to face him, and looked down at Lin Zikui's red skin at the corners of his eyes. "And he asked you to drink. I clearly told you that. You clearly know what you look like after drinking. Why did you still dare to drink?"
Lin Zikui asked him back: "What will happen after I finish drinking?"
Xiao Fu didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"I like you so much that I want to eat you."
Lin Zikui looked at him and asked, "Eat?"
"Just eat." Xiao Fu lowered his head, which was a bit difficult. He needed Lin Zikui's cooperation to kiss her. Lin Zikui himself was confused, so how could he cooperate with him? Therefore, Xiao Fu's kiss could only fall on the top of her head, falling like a feather.
He said in a low voice: "Like this."
"Oh, that's okay, you can eat it then." Lin Zikui thought, his hair was just washed and very clean, it didn't matter if he chewed it.
Xiao Fu rubbed his hands helplessly and said, "The wine in Prince Shuo's mansion is so strong, and you dare to drink it." It was much stronger than the wine they drank when they got married.
“I don’t want to either,” Lin Zikui was tired, all his weight was on his legs, “but that’s Prince Shuo…”
"What happened to King Shuo? I will chop off his head tomorrow!"
"Hush... keep your voice down. I didn't dare to offend him. Although he was a friend of the teacher, he didn't make things difficult for me. It was me who couldn't drink. After two cups of drinking, I couldn't drink any more. Later, I only ate snacks." Lin Zikui closed his eyes quietly and sighed, "Is being an official like this? Then being an official is so tiring, it's all about flattery."
He couldn't flatter anyone. There were high-ranking officials, princes and marquises at the table. As long as Lin Zikui was willing to lower his posture and flatter them and be appreciated, his future would naturally be worry-free. He thought of his wife, living in her house and eating her food, feeling useless, and somewhat wanted to take this shortcut.
But he was too embarrassed to do it, so he didn't do it.
Xiao Fu said to him, "Being an official is not always like this, and you don't have to be like this."
Lin Zikui babbled, "Teacher, maybe he wanted to pave the way for me, so he sent me to deliver the letter. With his face, maybe people would look at me more. It's just me who can't grasp it."
King Shuo asked him to live there, but Lin Zikui didn't want to. Firstly, he felt it was inappropriate, and secondly, he wanted to go home and see his wife.
He felt a little itchy with hair sticking to his cheek. Lin Zikui was too lazy to brush it away with his hands, so he rubbed his face against his legs, rubbing the hair off, and then exhaled hot air.
Xiao Fu was listening at first, feeling upset, thinking that his husband had suffered, but why should he have to look at the face of that old bastard Shuo Wang? This suddenly made his throat tighten, and he stretched his five fingers into his messy hair, pressing down with his fingertips.
Lin Zikui didn't understand what was going on. His scalp felt comfortable as he was being massaged. His eyes narrowed into slits and he uttered a few unclear sounds.
Xiao Fu took a deep breath and his voice became hoarse: "Who is at the banquet at Prince Shuo's Mansion today?" Write them down first and trouble them one by one.
“There are many…” Lin Zikui said one by one, “Loyal and Brave Earl, Marquis of Qi.”
Xiao Fu sneered, "Birds of a feather."
Lin Zikui: "And the Duke of Changguo."
Xiao Fu: “?”
Lin Zikui sighed, "I heard that he is the father of the Regent."
Xiao Fu: "...Does Duke Changguo make you feel uncomfortable too?"
"No, I didn't talk to him. Only that prince liked to get close to me. I don't know why..."
"Which prince? Is his surname Yan?"
"It seems so. How did you know?" Lin Zikui opened his eyes again.
"Duke Changguo and the Yan family are relatives by marriage. The prince you mentioned must be Prince Yan. Why is he trying to get close to you?"
"Pack some melon seeds for me, here." Lin Zikui reached into his arms and took out a handkerchief. Xiao Fu took the handkerchief and felt something wrong. The soft silk handkerchief did not contain the rough texture of melon seed shells.
"These are not melon seeds." Xiao Fu said, opening the handkerchief. There was a scattered red peony in there, with a gradient from pink to red, and its petals had been flattened by being pressed in the arms.
Xiao Fu was stunned at first, then looked at him: "Lin Lang, this is a peony flower, is it for me?"
Lin Zikui said "Huh?" in confusion, raised his head slightly, saw the red peony, and suddenly remembered: "King Shuo...invited me to visit the garden, I thought the flowers were beautiful, my hands were shaking and I picked them, King Shuo looked over, and I subconsciously hid them in my sleeves."
The flowers in other people's gardens have just bloomed, why did you break them?
Xiao Fu smiled and said, "Then I'll accept it."
“No,” Lin Zikui raised his hand. He had double vision in his eyes and couldn’t get the handkerchief in his hand. He waved his hand back and forth, “This one doesn’t look good. I’ll pick you a nice one later.”
"I want this one too. I also want the nice ones you picked." Xiao Fu took his hand and urged Yuan Qing: "Go back home quickly."
The carriage sped up, the wheels rolled and bumped more and more violently, and Lin Zikui bumped into his arms repeatedly. Xiao Fu became furious, and as soon as the carriage stopped, he carried him down.
Lin Zikui was almost asleep.
The guard opened the door: "Master is back."
Mo Liu, who was waiting anxiously, also stood up.
"Young Master!"
Lin Zikui was woken up by the call and said, "Mo Liu... have you eaten?"
When Mo Liu saw the young master being held by Miss Xiao, he took another look at Miss Xiao. Miss Xiao looked like she was wearing an official robe...
The night was dark, he couldn't see clearly and couldn't understand, so he retracted his gaze: "Sir, why did you come back just now? You didn't take me with you, so I waited for a long time."
Lin Zikui: "You haven't eaten yet."
Mo Liu nodded: "I ate a piece of cake, I'll go eat some more, go boil some water first and wash your feet."
Mo Liu was a servant, not a slave, and Lin Zikui had only drunk wine together at his wedding, and there were few such occasions. So Mo Liu knew that the young master loved cleanliness, so he would boil water for him every day so that Lin Zikui could soak his feet.
There was boiled and cooled hot water in the pot. Mo Liu poked it with his finger and found the temperature was just right.
He carried two buckets of water in with great effort, and Yuanqing reached out to take them: "Let me do it, you can't carry it."
Yuanqing walked to the door and knocked.
Lord Xiao's voice: "Who?"
Yuan Qing: "Master, I have some hot water. Can you give Master Lin a bath?"
"He is tired and doesn't want to bathe anymore. Bring some water in."
Yuanqing held a bucket in each hand and a copper basin on his head. He pushed the door with his knees and went in.
There is a Suzhou embroidery screen at the entrance, with a picturesque landscape embroidered on it. Behind the screen is a spacious bed.
Yuan Qing walked in with his head lowered, put down the copper basin and poured water into it. Out of the corner of his eye he saw his master bending over to take off Master Lin's shoes and socks.
He knew that the Marquis loved him, but even so, he couldn't help but be shocked when he saw him.
So he put down the water and immediately turned around and left: "Master, I've closed the door for you."
The sound of crickets in the summer night filled the air outside the window.
Lin Zikui fell on the bed without saying a word.
Xiao Fu brought the copper basin over, immersed his entire palm in the water to test the temperature, then pinched his ankles with one hand and put them in.
The water in the copper basin covered half of Lin Zikui's calves. The water temperature was just comfortable, so he didn't move or wake up.
Xiao Fu looked up at him, then sat down to wash him. Before washing him, he felt a little nervous, after all, he had never done this before.
Once your hands touch it, you will know what to do naturally and it will be very logical. He rubbed his toes, heels, and soles of his feet, and finally hugged the wet black python robe that towered over thousands of people.
Xiao Fu grabbed the towel that had just been used to wipe Lin Zikui's face, used it to wipe his feet, and then put it into the quilt and threw it away.
The bed was replaced with a cool mat, the cool bamboo strips were polished to be oily and smooth.
Xiao Fu undressed, flicked the candlelight with his fingertips, and climbed onto the bed.
Lin Zikui was held in his arms, with his back to him. Xiao Fu called him in his ear, but Lin Zikui didn't say a word.
"I'm drunk, but there's nothing strange about me. I just talk more than usual and my brain works slower." Xiao Fu whispered, using his hand to come over. He had been holding it in for a long time and wanted to just endure it, but he couldn't! A big hand pushed aside Lin Zikui's underwear and rubbed it outside for only a quarter of an hour. Xiao Fu reached out and fumbled around, found a towel at the end of the bed and wiped it casually, then waved his hand and threw it far away, then hugged him and fell asleep.
The teacher is not here, so Lin Zikui doesn't need to attend class.
But every day at the hour of Mao, he would open his eyes by himself.
Still sleepy, he turned over and faced Xiao Fu.
"Madam..." Lin Zikui vaguely remembered what happened last night.
Yuan Qing came to Prince Shuo's mansion to pick him up. On the way, he met Zhao Ling, who also came to find him. They talked for a long time, but Lin Zikui couldn't remember what they talked about. I only remember going home and having another dream. It was an erotic dream. Lin Zikui only remembered this. He forgot what it was like in an instant. He felt that his underwear seemed to be a little wet, and there was also some on his legs. Could it be...
He felt embarrassed and was about to get up to wash when Zhao Ling, who was facing him, opened his eyes.
Xiao Fu also had to get up and go to court.
Being regent cured him of his years of laziness.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Lin Zikui crouching on the bed, carefully looking for clothes. He asked him, "Have you forgotten that your teacher is still in Huainan? Do you still want to go back to Huainan for classes?"
"No, no, why are you awake? I'm going to... go to the bathroom. I'm looking for those pants."
Xiao Fu saw that he was half asleep, with his black hair slightly disheveled and a guilty look on his face. He half-supported himself with his arms and sat up: "What's wrong with your pants?"
Lin Zikui didn't dare to say that it seemed to be dirty, so he quickly found it and went to change clothes away from him. Xiao Fu lay there and suddenly thought of it.
It was my own carelessness that caused it to leak.
Do you want to tell Lin Lang?
Forget it… never mind, I won’t tell him.
Otherwise, Lin Zikui will have to sleep in his coat next time.
It was dawn at 11am, and outside the window, banana trees were green. Xiao Fu changed into casual clothes, and Lin Zikui changed into neat clothes. She was feeling annoyed, and when she saw him leaving, she was stunned: "Why are you leaving again today?"
Xiao Fu had to go to court, so he shook his head and said, "The child is sick and kept asking me to go see him. He wouldn't let me go last night. It was Xiao Si, the boy I took you to see last time. His father passed away, and his mother passed away a few days ago, so he fell ill."
"Xiao Si?" Lin Zikui remembered it immediately. He couldn't see clearly at that time. He only remembered holding the child. He was a very small and soft boy.
"Then... I'll go with you to see him," Lin Zikui went back to the house, put on a light shirt and a hat, "Is he seriously ill?"
"It's a bit serious. Third brother prescribed some medicine. It's nothing serious. Lin Lang, please stay at the mansion. Ask the cook to make some delicious food. I'll bring him back for lunch at noon and show him to you."
"Bring him back to see? Never mind," Lin Zikui shook his head, guessing the reason. Zhao Ling didn't want to take him home. He felt sad, but didn't show it on his face. "The child is sick, so let's not bother him. I'll go back to my room to read. Will you come back at noon? If you do, I'll leave you some food. If not, I won't."
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