[Yinyu] Spring water surrounds Biancheng.

Zhao Kuangyin has been very comfortable recently, or since he met Li Congjia, he has never been uncomfortable, but he is especially comfortable recently, it is simply smooth from body to heart, and from inside to outside.

...As a result, all the servants in the palace felt that the corner of Mr. Bai's mouth hadn't been twitched these days.

In comparison, Li Congjia seemed a little distressed.

These days, the two of them lived quite a bit of lewdness, but without exception, it was Zhao Kuangyin who was on top.

He didn't care that much at first, firstly he was fooled by him, and secondly, he gradually became interested in that matter, so he also confusedly let him do it.

But recently Li Congjia felt something was wrong, thinking to himself, how can I be suppressed by you all day and all night, my majestic prince?Finally, one night, the two of them had just taken off their clothes and went to bed. Li Congjia tactfully expressed to him that he wanted to be on top. Zhao Kuangyin was also generous, and agreed without saying a word.

When he woke up the next day, Li Congjia's face was all dark. Just as he was about to find someone to settle the score, someone came in and announced that Mr. Zhou was visiting.

Li Congjia gave him a gouging look, and said, "I'll deal with you later." Then he put on his clothes and walked away quickly.

Zhao Kuangyin clicked his tongue, thinking that when you scolded me, at least you should put away your blushing.

These days, Zhou Zong ran up Zhongshan every now and then, with the posture of looking at the thatched cottage, bluntly saying that if one time is not two times, two times is not three times, one day he will have to ask Bai Qi to come down the mountain.

Li Congjia had a headache from being entangled by him, but Zhou Zong was an important minister of the court after all, so he had to deal with it patiently.

Zhou Zong also found it strange, he thought that Bai was just arrogant, and wanted to find out if he really wanted to use him, thinking that for the sake of the great cause of the Southern Tang Dynasty, he would just go out a few more times with his old face.

Now it seems that Bai really has no intention of being an official in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

"Since that's the case, Your Highness, can you tell the old minister why Mr. Bai doesn't want to be an official, so that the old minister can understand."

Li Congjia waved his hand impatiently, "Didn't I say it a long time ago, Yuen Long doesn't mean that."

"According to what His Highness means, Mr. Bai is willing to wash his hands with stones and sleep on his feet, and hide his wings with scales."

Li Congjia nodded, "Not bad."

Zhou Zong was silent for a long time, and sighed, "Your Highness is not deeply involved in the world."

Li Congjia frowned.

"Since that's the case, the old minister won't bother you anymore. I just want to remind Your Highness, don't give up your sincerity, isn't it true that Bai is His Highness's Boya Ziqi?" Zhou Zongdao.

Li Congjia obediently agreed, but he didn't take it seriously in his heart, wondering where the two of us could get you, an outsider, to speculate.

After dismissing people early, Li Congjia thought that no one would be able to chant sutras in his ears in the future, and he felt very comfortable in his heart, sweeping away the recent troubles and depression.

As the saying goes, this person is in good spirits on happy occasions, and the moon and Mid-Autumn Festival are bright. When Li Congjia is happy, he wants to do some things even more.

At night, Li Congjia took out the grease from the bed cabinet and threw it directly on the bed.

"Tell me, do you use it yourself, or shall I help you?" Li Congjia crossed his arms and looked at him frivolously.

"..."

Zhao Kuangyin began to feel pain in the egg.

Waking up the next day, Zhao Kuangyin felt even more pain in his ass.

As soon as Li Congjia opened his eyes, he saw Zhao Kuangyin looking at him without words.

"What?" Li Congjia asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"...No." Zhao Kuangyin said.

With his strength and size, it is really difficult to hurt him, Zhao Kuangyin complained silently in his heart.

But Li Congjia couldn't listen to these words. According to his temperament, he would probably be blown away after hearing these words.

Li Congjia didn't care what he was thinking at the moment, he patted his forehead to make sure he didn't have a fever, and then went directly under the person to see if he was hurt, but was stopped by Zhao Kuangyin with a face of horror.

"I'm fine, really!" Zhao Kuangyin said firmly.

Li Congjia looked at him suspiciously, "Really?"

"Really, it's more real than pearls!" Zhao Kuangyin assured again and again.

"Then rub my waist for me, my waist hurts a little."

Zhao Kuangyin: "..."

Hey, you slept with me all night, nothing happened to me, your waist is sore and your legs are hurting.

Zhao Kuangyin thought dumbly.

Complaints are nothing but complaints, Zhao Kuangyin also knew that Li Congjia's physical strength was poor, and he could still take care of him a little or two on weekdays, so as not to make him tired. Last night, Li Congjia did everything himself, and he was tired many times than usual.

To say that this person is the same, how nice it is to lie comfortably under him and enjoy it, you have to suppress him, as if if you don't suppress him once, his dignity as a man and prince will be gone.

But since he wanted it, he just gave it.

While Zhao Kuangyin was thinking about it, he resigned himself to helping someone rub his waist. His palms were broad and warm, and his strength was moderate. After a while, Li Congjia was so comfortable that he could hum.

Zhao Kuangyin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and patted the person on the back, "This hurts you, don't hum, it makes me upset."

Li Congjia blushed, and muttered in dissatisfaction: "Old rascal."

Zhao Kuangyin smiled, didn't explain, and said: "But Congjia, your body... is really bad."

This is a true statement. Li Congjia spends all day in the palace reading and composing poems. He rarely goes out for fun. Even when he goes out, he travels by chariot and sedan chair. Most of his daily exercises are in bed.If you don't exercise, your physique will naturally be weaker, and you won't be able to stand the toss.

Li Congjia didn't bother to talk to him, and just hummed a few words to answer.

"Why don't I teach you how to practice sword?" Zhao Kuangyin suggested.

Li Congjia was stunned.

Since he was a child, he had many teachers, including those who taught horse riding and archery, and they were all taught by one of the best warriors in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but his learning was a mess.

He and his elder brother Li Hongji can be said to be the two extremes of one literary and one military.

When he was a little older, Li Congjia was addicted to calligraphy and painting, and he didn't have the heart to learn it. If he wanted to learn, there were many swordsmen in his house, but he couldn't bring up the thought at all.

Besides, he always felt awkward asking him to learn from those swordsmen.He became famous at a young age, and when he went to be someone else's apprentice, he always cared about the prince's face and couldn't spare that face.

But if it's Yuen Long...it's different.

"Okay." Li Congjia thought for a while and agreed, "But it's cold now, so why not practice when it gets warmer."

Zhao Kuangyin didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and roughly rubbed his hair, "It's already spring and it's cold? Why are you so tired?"

Li Congjia struggled resolutely, "Spring is coming!"

Zhao Kuangyin laughed outright this time, and slapped the person on the back with a crisp sound, "Get up! Practice sword!"

"How do you say that you just serve it?"

"This is called strong action!"

"But my back hurts."

"Didn't you rub it for me just now?"

"I didn't knead it well."

……

"That's all right now?"

"My legs hurt too."

"...It won't hurt after a single beating."