Lin Zikui lay prone, his whole body too limp to move. Hearing Xiao Zhaoling's steady breathing, he thought that he fell asleep really quickly.
But he was also exhausted. It seemed as if half a night had passed. He stood in court all morning and rode a horse through the streets in the afternoon. Lin Zikui was not very good at riding a horse and did not have the talent for it. His thighs were rubbed so hard that they hurt.
Xiao Fu just discovered that he had let the saddle be worn out like that, so he blew it thoroughly and then applied medicine on it.
Xiao Fu asked him, "You are not good at riding a horse, and that saddle is not suitable. Why didn't you tell me today?" Xiao Fu remembered how he walked back after being paraded through the streets on horseback after becoming the top scholar. He walked a little slowly, and the saddle rubbed his legs until they were red and broken, which was more severe than his own.
Lin Zikui lay flat on his back, shook his head, bent his legs and said, "I didn't feel much pain during the day, but now I feel some." It hurt in a place where others couldn't see, and Lin Zikui endured it. After enduring it for a long time, he didn't feel it anymore. But the pain under Xiao Zhaoling's gaze was completely different. He felt it, and felt that he was loved and cared for. He cared about every insignificant little wound on his body, and he didn't have to endure it in silence.
Because of the injury, and out of consideration for Lin Zikui's feelings, Xiao Fu's movements were slow and gentle every time he exerted force. However, as things stood, Lin Zikui was now only able to lie prone, and he didn't even have the strength to put on any clothes.
They slept in each other's arms the next morning.
Just at the hour of Mao, Xiao Fu, who had suffered from the court attendance syndrome, opened his eyes automatically. He reached out his fingers to lift the curtain, caught a glimpse of the sky outside the window, and then looked down at Lin Zikui's peaceful sleeping face. He was sleeping soundly in his arms, his cheeks slightly flushed, his head tilted, his ear and one cheek softly pressed against his chest, and there were still clear kiss marks on his neck. Looking down, he was naked.
Xiao Fu's Adam's apple tightened.
At this time every day, Xiao Fu would curse the mess left behind by Yuwen Duo. This forced her to go to court on time every day, leaving her no time to spend intimate time with Lin Lang. I tossed and turned from the hour of Xu to the hour of Zi, and all in all, I slept for less than three hours.
Xiao Fu was reluctant to let him go, but he slowly loosened his fingers, withdrew his arm, got off the bed quietly, put on a coat, and walked out, called Jin Zun, and handed him his token: "Go to the palace and tell him that I have caught a cold and will not attend the court today. Let His Majesty take care of it."
"Oh." Jinzun turned and flew away. His lightness skills were so superb that he disappeared in the blink of an eye. It would be faster to go directly to the emperor's bedroom to report than for Xiao Fu to send someone into the palace.
The young emperor always got up earlier than Xiao Fu. He would get up early to read books, study memorials, and read other emperors' theories on state governance in the library, learning how to be a good emperor.
Today, someone suddenly broke into the palace. Everyone went to the emperor's bedroom, Xingqing Palace, before the Jinyiwei realized something was wrong and shouted, "Who dares to break into the palace?!"
Jin Zun was holding a token and standing outside Xingqing Palace, with a calm expression on his face: "The Marquis sent me to find the Emperor."
"Marquis? Regent?" The Jinyiwei knew it was Xiao Fu as soon as they saw the token, but what was wrong with this kid? He had such high martial arts skills and looked like a Turk. Did the Regent have any Turks around him?
The gate of Xingqing Palace was opened. The little emperor's voice came: "You are my father's man. What is the purpose of my father sending you here?"
"The Marquis said he was not feeling well and would not attend the court. Tell the emperor and let him handle it himself." Jin Zun said this honestly. The little emperor knew that this sentence must be from his father. He looked at Jin Zun and asked curiously, "Why haven't I seen you around my father before? Are you his secret guard? You are so familiar with the palace, do you come here often?"
"It's none of your business. I've delivered my message." Jinzun held the token in his pocket, jumped off the jade pillar and onto the glazed roof, then flew away like a swallow.
Yuwen Xuan looked up and couldn't help thinking, not only is his father a skilled martial artist, he is also surrounded by many experts, and even his child is so amazing...
If he is dissatisfied with me one day and wants to kill me, I will be powerless to resist.
Would the Emperor do that?
Yuwen Xuan worked diligently to be the emperor in order to satisfy him and make him feel that no one else could do the job except himself. He was diligent in government affairs and took care of everything personally, which indeed satisfied him and he often praised him. But Yuwen Xuan was afraid of the regent from the bottom of his heart.
After taking the letter back, Jinzun wanted to say something to the Marquis, but found that the Marquis had gone back to bed and fallen asleep again.
Why is the Marquis so sleepy today? Normally, he had to attend court.
He didn't disturb them and sat on the steps at the entrance of the yard. He could vaguely hear someone talking inside.
Master Lin seemed to have woken up too.
Master Lin asked: "Is it... already the morning hour? Why didn't you go to court?"
The Marquis replied: "Oh, the little emperor is not feeling well. He will not attend court today and will sleep for a while."
Master Lin believed it and advised the Marquis: "His Majesty is so young. If he is too busy with government affairs and works too hard physically and mentally, he will inevitably get sick. As his father, you should pay more attention to him."
Xiao Fu replied perfunctorily: "I understand."
Lin Zikui: "Go to the palace this afternoon to see His Majesty."
Xiao Fu nasally said, "No."
Lin Zikui said earnestly: "He is not feeling well, and his parents are gone. If you don't go to see him, who else will go..."
Xiao Fu: "You are still not feeling well, how can I leave you?"
Lin Zikui shook his head and hesitated: "I... I'm not feeling unwell."
"Doesn't it hurt here?" Xiao Fu reached out and touched it. Lin Zikui turned away as if he was scalded. Only then did he realize that he was naked. Although the bed was tidy and clean, it was filled with the mixed smells of the two people.
Lin Zikui couldn’t say that it didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t as much as he thought.
Normally, Lin Zikui thought it would only take one and a half sticks of incense, but Xiao Zhaoling was still not tired after repeating it for two sticks of incense.
The first time was unbearable. Lin Zikui was not used to being in the water. He couldn’t reach up and could be easily lifted up by Xiao Fu. His fingers, which confused the water temperature, were spinning. Lin Zikui couldn’t bear it, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
He could endure for a long time, and Xiao Fu could also endure, but slowly.
The little top scholar was fished out the next two times and treated with great care. In the red candle tent, Lin Zikui still vaguely felt that he was in the water, and he had become a drifting boat, soaked with sweat. The dim candlelight reflected shadows on the wall. When Lin Zikui saw it, he immediately looked away in embarrassment and wanted to blow out the distant candle. It would be better to blow it out. If it was blown out, he would not be able to see it anymore.
However, he did not have such high martial arts skills, and he blew twice with insufficient breath, and what reached his mouth turned into an uncontrollable nasal sound that sounded like crying but not crying. Lin Zikui realized that he had made a sound that he shouldn't have made, so he closed his lips in annoyance. Xiao Fu leaned over and kissed him, his voice spilling from the corner of his mouth: "Do you feel good about this?"
Okay, okay... he didn't dare to say it.
It was a good time to forget oneself completely, a brief moment of bliss. Lin Zikui didn't dare to cry or shout, for fear of being heard by others. He was completely suppressed and restrained. When Xiao Fu lifted the quilt to cover both of them, Lin Zikui felt a sense of security in the quilt like a fortress, and then he groaned. Xiao Zhaoling even forced him to ask him if this was good, what was going on, and asked him if he liked it.
I think I said I like it...
He said yes and called out.
When he suddenly remembered this, Lin Zikui's face felt like it was burning. He crawled into the quilt, wrapped himself in it, and kept silent.
Xiao Fu touched him, but he did not move: "I will sleep for another half an hour, you get up first."
"If you can't get up, I can't get up either. Zikui, please get up so I can see if the wound from the saddle still hurts."
Lin Zikui replied: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, don't look at it."
"You let me watch it last night, but now you won't let me?"
Lin Zikui: "No more."
Seeing him wrapped up like that, with only his furry head showing, it was really funny. Xiao Fu half-turned his body, holding up his face and staring at him: "Lin Zikui, are you a snail?"
Lin Zikui said in a muffled voice: "Yes."
"Then stick your head out. The weather is so nice, won't the little snail stick its head out to take a look?"
"Let's wait and see..." He needed to calm down first.
"Aren't you hungry?"
Lin Zikui hummed and said, "I'll be hungry again after half an hour..."
"Okay then. You must be hungry on time. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare the food and you can eat it when you get up." Since Lin Zikui didn't move, Xiao Fu didn't move either. Just looking at the top of his head and wondering what Zikui was thinking at the moment, Xiao Fu felt indescribably good. In fact, this kind of feeling often surged up in his mind when facing Lin Zikui. It was a very calm joy.
Xiao Zhaoling refused to go to the palace to see the little emperor, and Lin Zikui had no choice but to force him. In the afternoon, Xiao Fu took him to visit the new mansion: "This mansion has been vacant for many years, and no one has ever been my neighbor. I remember it was originally a princess's mansion. The princess was not favored, so the mansion she was given was only this big. I heard that she summoned a third place winner to be her husband. Later, the princess lived to be seventy and passed away, and the husband also passed away. The mansion has been abandoned for decades until now."
Lin Zikui understood: "So this is the princess's residence, no wonder the pond is so extravagant."
"There is more than one bathing pool in this house, and it can't be called extravagant. If you go to the palace and see the emperor's white marble pool, it's a bathhouse made of jade. That's extravagant, but not as good as ours. It's small and can accommodate two people, which is enough."
Xiao Fu thought the location of the house was suitable, so he gave it to Lin Zikui to renovate it, planted his favorite flowers and fruit trees, and located the main courtyard at the foot of the wall closest to his Dingbei Marquis Mansion.
Later, during the renovation, Xiao Fu accidentally saw that there was a tall and lush ancient osmanthus tree in the mansion.
Someone said: "Eight hundred years ago, Jinling was far from being so prosperous. Taoist Qingji planted two trees himself. Seven hundred years ago, the emperor of the previous dynasty built the imperial city in Jinling. A young Taoist dug up one of the osmanthus trees and transplanted it to Xingzhi Temple in the suburbs of Beijing. The osmanthus tree was worshipped and prayed by tens of thousands of people in Xingzhi Temple. Now it is tall and majestic, and has a spirit. The two trees are from the same root. The one in Xingzhi Temple protects the people, and the one in front of us only protects the owner of the house, wishing him a safe, peaceful and happy life."
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