Chapter 31: Open your eyes all night, repaying the unswerveched eyebrows in the previous life 2

The cramped leg was kneaded very carefully, and the strength was moderate, but it was very comfortable. However, when he thought of the person who massaged it, he was depressed.

"Enough!" He shouted very unpleasantly and kicked lightly by the way.

In order to facilitate the massage, Feimo always sits on the edge of the dragon bed as in the past, holds one of his legs in his arms, and massages him along the meridians with one hand holding his ankle in the other. Lin Jiuche kicked him in the heart. Although it was not energetic, it still stunned him a little.

Because he is serving the emperor, as long as he doesn't lift his legs away, Feimo will be a footrest for him, because the first time he rubbed his legs and put his legs back to **, he was hard to break free and put back to the original place. At that time, Lin Jiuche said with a stinky face, "I'm tired, and the leg pad is higher and more comfortable." Later, he remembered that as long as Lin Jiuche didn't say anything, he would sit by the bed until he was completely asleep before leaving.

Tonight, Lin Jiuche was tired enough, but he was not sleepy at all. He put his right foot on Feimo's lap, and his feet swayed left and right absent-mindedly. If he doesn't sleep, Feimo won't take the initiative to say anything. His back is straight and he sits motionless by the bed.

Knowing that he would not take the initiative to say anything, but he was still a fluke, Lin Jiuche sighed in his heart and stared at his side face, hoping that he could find his sight and at least asked the emperor what else to tell him.

However, Feimo is still the same as in the past, persistently destroying his expectations. Fei Mo stared at the direction of the window without squinting, and his right hand leaned on his side in order not to disturb his feet - that is, the blank space between his legs.

"So it is." In his heart, Lin Jiuche was finally in a better mood. There was a bad smile at the corners of his mouth, and the soles of his feet moved slightly and stepped between his legs.

Feimo turned his head inexplicably.

"Is it good-looking?" Lin Jiuche asked with a smile.

"What does the emperor mean?" Non-regular questions.

"What do you think?" His feet rubbed back and forth, "When you rubbed my legs, you were seen clean in the private place, and you asked me what?"

Half of Feimo's face was backlit, and his expression was not real, but he was very uncomfortable to be run over by his feet, but he could see it at a glance.

"From childhood to age, you have heard enough of me and my uncle doing that kind of thing in the corner of the room, haven't you? What, have you never felt it?" Lin Jiuche asked deliberately.

As he expected, Feimo didn't answer anything, but his physical reaction satisfied him. Go and blow the candle and come to **.

Since you are obedient, let me test how obedient you are.

Feimo is indeed obedient enough. Even if he feels embarrassed about everything he wants him to do, as long as Lin Jiuche adds a raised nasal voice, he will immediately do it. The two will have an orderly intercourse in the already messy dragon ** - if there is really joy.

"Non-mo..."

"Yes, your Majesty."

Although the voice behind him was still calm, it was not as meticulous as in the past. Lin Jiuche took a deep breath with great satisfaction and said, "I'm going to the hunting ground tomorrow. Don't follow too far."

Feimo was holding him tightly according to his instructions and obeyed without hesitation: "Yes."

After giving the sweetness, he will die tomorrow!

***

Song Jing has been quite distressed recently.

After the defeat of Yi Wang Song Zhen, he was a well-deserved heir to the throne. Although other brothers were also plotting to take off his crown, it was not a threat for the time being.

What he was distressed was that many ministers in the court under the command of King Yi seemed to be too active to please him. Recently, he was looking forward to good weather, and the celebration of spring gifts were constantly sent to him. If it was the four treasures of calligraphy, painting, tea, wine and study, those trees seemed to regard him as a life-saving straw. Stick it tightly for fear of being executed by his father before finding a new backer.

Don't these people let them live in order to save their lives? Song Jing looked at the gold, silver and jewelry and didn't know what to say.

At this time, the scholar from Youchunfang came in and reported, "Your Highness, Lord Lou is here."

Song Jing finally smiled on his face: "Please come on!"

The landlord in the middle school's single name is a character, which is the eldest son of the head of the Lizhou Lou family. Since last autumn, he has been selected as the prince's companion. It has been half a year in a blink of an eye. Because of his humility, he has a good reputation among the staff of the East Palace, and is also appreciated by Song Jing himself. In the future, it is very likely that he will take over with the new master. Zuo Sixian became the new prime minister.

Lou Chang quickly arrived outside the door of Han Cang Pavilion. Before he saluted, he was held by Song Jing: "When there are no outsiders, you and I will avoid these vulgar gifts. Come on, sit down and have a drink with me." Take him to sit at the table.

"Your Highness," Lou Chang obediently came to the table, but did not rush to sit down, but presented the wooden box in his hand. "It's Ji Chun. This is a little intention of Weichen. I hope Your Highness will not dislike it."

Song Jing laughed and said, "What you said is wrong. What do you think those who want to please Xiao Wang send? They are either gold and silver castings or jewelry and jade. Some people even searched for a group of young girls to fill in the East Palace. Will Xiao Wang be a greedy and lustful person?"

Lou Chang quickly lowered his head: "Your Highness is right, Weichen, keep in mind."

"Oh, Xiao Wang doesn't just want to say that he doesn't care about precious things. Isn't that embarrassing you? Xiao Wang wants to tell you that among so many people, only two people's spring ceremony is what Xiao Wang is most looking forward to, and one of them is you!"

Being flattered, Lou Chang hurriedly stepped back half a step and said to the end: "Thank you for your kindness, Weichen..." Song Jing smiled again and told him to sit down without restraining.

When the wooden box is opened, it is a neatly sealed piece of paper. You don't need to open it to know that it must contain tea. Song Jing couldn't help smiling: "Really, people who are optimistic about Xiao Wang know that Xiao Wang is good at tea."

Seeing that he was satisfied, Lou Chang was relieved and replied with a smile, "This is my father who sent someone to Longxu Mountain to watch the tea cakes fried by tea farmers. It is the best batch of dragon beards in early spring. Many people were sent to escort them to the capital yesterday, so they came a little late."

"It doesn't matter." Song Jing closed the box. Although Longxu is not a famous tea, it has a very auspicious name. The bitter conscience of the Lou family is obvious.

The Lou family is unparalleled in Lizhou. Since the previous dynasty, several generations have been engaged in the spice business. Now it is like the largest spice family in the Ji Dynasty. Its business is all over the country, and even has contacts with other countries in northern Xinjiang. More than ten years ago, a woman in the Lou family married the Xiaoling King stationed in Lizhou. Her father was one of the meritorious officials of the restoration of Daji. The title and fiefdom were hereditary, so the Lou family also found a stable backer. However, for some reason, the head of the Lou family still seems to be dissatisfied with the current situation, and sent his eldest son to the capital with the help of his family. After several screenings, he became the prince's companion. He not only hoped that the Lou family could enter and leave the court, but also showed his loyalty to Song Jing with his huge family business.

At first, Song Jing did not trust this suspicious companion. He thought that it was just a bargaining chip of the Lou family. It depends on whether he used it or not. But later, Lou Chang slowly gained a foothold in the unfamiliar capital, and got along well with the East Palace. Two good poems have been circulated. They never linger in the flower street, less wine, and not thick. They are actually the kind they have been looking for. Last year's New Year's Eve, the two talked happily and stayed up all night. They met each other late and became confidants.