The official is deeply trapped in the Shura field

The days of winter are short, and the cold air is gradually eroding in. Fu Ziyan just woke up and felt the person beside him move. He subconsciously embraced him in his arms. Their skins were touching, and they stroked the man's back slipperily, " Woke up so early?"

Nanlou was a little embarrassed by him, and whispered softly, "It's getting late, it's time to say hello to the princess..."

Before the eldest prince left the capital, Nanlou used to go to the courtyard of the eldest princess to greet him every day, but the imperial concubine didn't want to see him, and often made him wait for several hours, and then kicked him out. This time, after the eldest prince returned to Beijing, Nanlou thought it would be the same as before, so he said so.

Hearing this, Fu Ziyan opened his eyes, lowered his head and kissed his lips until the lips became rosy from sucking and biting, and then let him go, "Say hello, it's serious to have a fight with me..."

After all, he got in along the bedding.

The front yard is beautiful, but the atmosphere in the back room is abnormal. In the room of the imperial concubine, several concubines and concubines came to pay their respects in turn. The imperial concubine's surname is Xu Mingzhen. Afterwards, her mind changed, and she chanted scriptures and worshiped Bodhisattvas day and night. She chose to stay in the capital without hesitation when the eldest prince left the capital to guard the mausoleum. Following along, Xu Zhen twirled the Buddha beads and heard the side concubine ask, "Your Majesty, what have you been up to these few days, and why have you never entered the backyard?"

They have been back for several days, and the elders in the family have warned them to be cautious in their words and deeds when they return to the prince's mansion, after all, the eldest prince is still the eldest son of the Tian family, so they must not offend.

Xu Zhen didn't answer, but a side concubine obviously knew it well, and pointed her mouth at the front yard, "Here, there is a male vixen entangled in His Highness's hands and feet, how could he come to us."

These words are very bitter. When I went to the imperial tomb, Fu Ziyan selected all the concubines. He only brought two of them. I heard that they were all strangled to death when I went to the imperial tomb. Only the inferior male servant was left behind. son.

Can't eat grapes and think grapes are sour. It's probably this kind of mentality. Some of them snarled, "Ma'am, Your Highness loves a male servant so much, so the heirs can't justify it, you?"

Xu Zhen raised her head. Indeed, she was taught a lesson when she went to see Concubine Kang a few days ago. Thinking of her son's good-looking face, a desire arose in her heart. If she had another child with His Highness, her son would come back again. right?

After ordering the beads, he signaled them to go back.

The maid next to her has served Xu Zhen since she was a child, so she was naturally distressed, and she came forward to make an idea, "Your Majesty still has His Highness in her heart. Back then, when you were dressed in red, His Highness's eyes were straight. Now there is no grievance, no If you make up, go."

All in all, Xu Zhen changed into a dark yellow long skirt with a folded waist at night, and put a cloak on it, and asked the maid to carry the chicken soup to the front yard.

Nanlou is also literate, but he doesn't write very often. Fu Ziyan saw that his handwriting was too ugly, so he had to teach him what he said. The two of them overlapped each other in the candlelight. Fu Ziyan put his arms around him and pressed his ears While talking, he taught him the strength of calligraphy, "Why don't you concentrate?"

Nanlou moved in his arms, a little embarrassed, and the pen in his hand trembled even more.

Fu Ziyan pushed him to the table, "But you missed it? I let you go this morning, and I will make it up tonight."

While talking sweet words, someone knocked on the door and entered from the other side. Nanlou was startled, and hurriedly squatted down to hide under the table. Only Fu Ziyan was still standing there, holding a brush in his hand, but far away from the rice paper .

Xu Zhen took off her cloak, took over the tray herself, stepped inside, smiled at the man, saluted and said, "Hello, Your Highness, is this practice calligraphy?"

Fu Ziyan has never had any special feelings for this princess, but he has been with her for a long time, and he doesn't want to refute her face, "What are you here for?"

Put down your pen and sit down calmly.

Across a sandalwood table, Xu Zhen felt his dislike, but there was nothing she could do about it. When the imperial mausoleum went, she had to endure hardships. She had suffered a lot after giving birth, so how could she still suffer that pain.

"Your Highness must be concerned that my concubine did not go to the imperial mausoleum with me at that time, and my concubine also has some difficulties. Now that I have suffered so much, I hope His Highness will forgive me once."

As far as the great prince and concubine's generosity was concerned, Fu Ziyan really admired it at the beginning, and she was well-managed in the backyard, but he just didn't like it, so what could be done.

"Oh, it's okay, just go on as usual."

Xu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and put down the chicken soup, "Your Highness, this is just cooked by my concubine, would you like to taste it while it's hot?"

"Well, okay."

Fu Ziyan opened the lid, and suddenly felt that someone underneath was pulling his trouser legs. Nanlou waved his hand at him. Apparently, the man above misunderstood. Fu Ziyan thought that Nanlou was acting like a baby, or that he was jealous.

In this way, he had to drink even more, and he had to drink happily. He took a sip with a spoon and praised the woman in front, "It's delicious, you put your heart into it..."

Xu Zhen pursed her lips and smiled, before talking about business, "Since Your Highness likes it, my concubines often do it for you, and now everything is back to the beginning, and the side concubines and concubines also miss you so much, why don't you serve me?" What do you think of the days when you go to bed?"

Nanlou is even more joyful when he is dragged underneath, why is he still drinking, he clearly told him not to drink?

Fu Ziyan was happy in his heart, the little thing finally became anxious, nodded, and agreed, "Well, it depends on your arrangement."

Xu Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, the first day and the fifteenth day of the new year must be hers, just before the menstrual event, if she can hit it with one blow, thinking like this, she will have to go back to pray to the Bodhisattva for blessing.

Nanlou was in a hurry, and pulled his trouser legs straight down, especially his little hand, which crawled and crawled until it reached the heel of his leg. Fu Ziyan snorted, and glanced at him warningly with his head lowered.

Nan Lou shook his head at him again, with his lips parted, saying don't drink.

Fu Ziyan thought he was saying don't agree, and his heart was even more elated, and the thing underneath followed suit.

Seeing that she really liked him, Xu Zhen took the initiative to hand it over with the handkerchief, and then walked away reluctantly.

As soon as the door was closed, Fu Ziyan lowered his head and carried him out, "My dear, don't you want me to go to someone else's place?"

Nan Lou's hands were bound by him, and his lips were blocked by him. Fu Ziyan hooked his finger on the tip of his tongue and said, "Then you have to be strong, after all, I think about it every day..."

After finishing speaking, he pulled the man to lean down, and had sex. Afterwards, Fu Ziyan felt uncomfortable, and his stomach hurt like churning. Nan Lou ignored the robe and went out to ask for a doctor. He turned around and knelt down on him Asked, "how is it, are you in pain? I said I won't let you drink chicken soup..."

After a while, the doctor came and said that the poisoning was caused by eating chrysanthemum and chicken together, and it would be better to drink the decoction for a few days.

In this way, Fu Ziyan lay in bed for a few days, but said that the next day, everyone in the backyard knew about the front yard, and came to complain to Xu Zhen, "Why do you become that male servant while serving His Highness? What is he? Let's see if I don't skin him..."

This concubine's surname is Wen, and she is the daughter of the envoy of Cizhou. She entered the prince's mansion because she was favored by Concubine Kang when she was a beautiful girl, and she has always been a hothead.

Nanlou wanted to cook porridge for him, but Fu Ziyan always said that his cooking was not delicious, so he went out to find the imperial chef to teach him, and while listening, Concubine Wen came in, and the few dishes she ordered at noon were all gone. He didn't go up, so he got a little angry, and yelled at the chefs in the kitchen, including Nanlou, "Everyone is lazy, what are you talking about standing there?"

Some people can't stand it. Speaking of Nanlou's identity, after all, the eldest prince's love these days is not an illusion. Even if it is late at night, let them prepare some porridge, for fear that the master will suffer from stomach problems. Burning with anger, especially seeing his soft and manly appearance, he became even more angry, and pointed at him with plain fingers, "Are you that male servant?"

Nanlou didn't want to quarrel with her at first, but couldn't bear her to speak harshly, "Oh, it's just a joke, he really treats himself as a dish, come here, tie him up and kill me with a stick."

what?

Nanlou refused to accept, but others did not dare not listen to Concubine Wen's words. Several guards rushed up and took off his pants. His hands and feet were tied to the bench, and the board came down very quickly. It was all red, surrounded by a group of onlookers, male servants have no status in any mansion, Nan Lou gritted his teeth and remained silent.

This room, Fu Ziyan is waiting for Little Things to bring him back the porridge made by himself. Every time he says it's not good, it's just to tell him not to try it again, so as not to burn his hands. He can feel distressed and panic .

After waiting and waiting, he still didn't come back, so he got up restlessly and called someone to come in, "Go and see why he hasn't come back yet?"

"Yes."

After a while, a servant came running in, "Your Highness, it's too bad, Master Nanlou was beaten to death by Concubine Wen..."

what?

Suddenly feeling a fishy smell welling up in his mouth, he turned around and went out with his saber in his hand.

Concubine Wen asked the maid next to her while carrying vegetables in the room, "Why is there no sound at all, could it be that he died so soon? It's so boring."

"Your Majesty, this male maid is loved by His Highness, what are you doing?"

Concubine Wen waved her hand indifferently, "It's okay, His Highness won't blame me if he knows, after all, my Wen family has worked hard this time when I return to Beijing, otherwise he would have to eat cornbread in the imperial mausoleum. Now I just kill him." If he is a male favorite, he won't care about me anyway."

In fact, she did it for Xu Zhen. You can't handle a male servant, but she can. You can't handle the position of a concubine, but she happens to be able to do it.

Nan Lou insisted on gritting his teeth. He knew that he was extremely ugly now. The trousers on his lower body had been beaten to pieces. Only a little white remained on his calf, and the rest was red. Pain, and instantly plunged into darkness.

As soon as Fu Ziyan entered the courtyard, he saw this scene. The man who he didn't dare to move half a finger on weekdays was lying motionless, as if he was out of breath, and his pants were taken off. Fu Ziyan felt that his eyes were all red. It was all red, and the hot eyeballs swept towards the surrounding crowd, and they drew their knives to kill people...

The author has something to say: Nanlou: Why haven't you come yet?

Fu Ziyan: The knife is on the way, baby...

Ps: The sugar in this vice cp is not sweet...