Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

Lin Yuan finally knew what it was like for the king not to go to court early.

Chen Bosong is like a male lion, his face is covered with sweat, his whole body is full of despair, his arms are as strong as steel, his body is hot, but his eyes are full of the fulfillment of long-cherished wishes and the hope that there will be no tomorrow today. despair.

He thought he would die, and this was his reward before he died.

Lin Yuan looked up at Chen Bosong's face, it was obviously very ferocious, but it made him feel sexy.

Lin Yuan's fingers sank into Chen Bosong's muscles. He could feel the scars on Chen Bosong's skin, every scar, every inch.

Chen Bosong's body is hot, but his heart is cold.

He couldn't figure out what Lin Yuan was thinking, and he didn't understand why Lin Yuan was lying under him at this time.

But he knew that this was the happiest and most desperate moment of his life.

He lowered his head reverently, capturing Lin Yuan's lips.

It was this mouth that spoke frightening words.

He was always worried that he would not be able to complete the tasks entrusted by Lin Yuan, and could not bear Lin Yuan's expectations. He forced himself to move forward, leaving no way out, and never turning back.

Lin Yuan felt water dripping on his face, and he thought it was Chen Bosong's sweat.

But when he looked up, he found that it was Chen Bosong's tears.

Lin Yuan reached out his hand to wipe away Chen Bosong's tears, but was brought back to another world by Chen Bosong's fierce action.

Lin Yuan didn't know when he fell asleep, but he slept very deeply. It's rare that he can sleep so well. He has insomnia recently and often can't fall asleep. If he can sleep for two hours before going to court, it is rare. The pillow rested on Chen Bosong's shoulder, and the tip of his nose smelled of sweat from Chen Bosong's body, but he didn't find it unpleasant.

Erliang stood guard outside the door, and he sent all the waiters away when Chen Bosong entered.

He is a servant, and he doesn't feel that men have any relationship with men. He takes the master's will as his will.

Even if the young master sleeps like a monster, he still has to guard the door.

Today's people sometimes have to know how to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and there is no good end to being a smart person.

When the dawn was about to break, Er Liang walked carefully to the bed and said softly, "Your Majesty, today..."

Lin Yuan's somewhat confused voice came from inside: "Just say that I'm too tired these days, I'm not feeling well, and I won't go to court."

Erliang lowered his head: "Yes."

He really wanted to lift the bed curtain to see how Chen Bosong, a man who is not at all feminine, fascinated the young master.

If it was Chu Lin, he would understand, but Chen Bosong...

Er Liang shuddered.

But don't be like what he thought, the young master is not on top, that's too bad.

After Lin Yuan finished talking to Erliang, he rested his head on Chen Bosong's shoulder. Chen Bosong was exhausted for a long time last night and hadn't woken up yet, but his brows were tightly frowned in his sleep. His big hands were still on Lin Yuan's waist. The callus is thick and rough, but Lin Yuan feels very comfortable.

In fact, he couldn't tell what kind of feelings he had for Chen Bosong.

Said it was love?It doesn't seem right.

friendship?I didn't see anyone lead my friend to the bed.

Or there is a little love, but other emotions are mixed in it, which is not pure.

But he was sure that he was possessive of Chen Bosong, he had known clearly for so many years that Chen Bosong had no women.

There are no men or women, Chen Bosong lives like an ascetic.

He also knew Chen Bosong's feelings for him.

When he heard someone urging Chen Bosong to get married, he could feel his anger.

Any relationship to the extreme is exclusive and selfish.

So Lin Yuan gave up thinking, acted on instinct, and did whatever came to his mind.

Lying in Chen Bosong's arms, he didn't know if he would regret it in the future, but he didn't regret it at this moment.

The only thing he regrets is that he shouldn't feed Chen Bosong that glass of wine before going to bed last night. It was brought by Chen Banxian to cheer him up.

He didn't know whether Chen Bosong's body had been conditioned, but he only knew that his butt was hurting now.

Lin Yuan thought about it for a while, then fell asleep again.

"My lord, you deserve death." Lin Yuan was woken up by the plea.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Chen Bosong kneeling beside the bed with his head bowed and his hands clenched into fists.

Chen Bosong's hair was completely wet with sweat last night, and it hasn't completely dried yet.

Lin Yuan pursed his lips and said without anger, "Either climb up or get out."

Chen Bosong remained motionless, as if he had turned into a statue.

Couldn't he just get out and walk the bird?

Lin Yuan sneered: "Move, why are you kneeling stupidly?"

Chen Bosong wanted to get the clothes.

Lin Yuan's feet stepped on his clothes.

Chen Bosong looked at Lin Yuan's feet. Lin Yuan seldom walked on the ground. Even when he traveled long distances, he would travel in a carriage. His toes were round, the insteps were slightly arched, and his skin was fair and delicate without calluses.

Chen Bosong's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Lin Yuan stepped on Chen Bosong's thigh.

"The next one is the next one." Lin Yuan said with a smile, "Go out and get stabbed, and then I will be a servant and serve by my side, huh?"

Chen Bosong's eagle woke up and poked his head out, as if he was ready to do something big.

But Chen Bosong himself still had his senses and brains. He swallowed and said, "Mr., damn it."

Lin Yuan withdrew his foot: "It's pretty darn good."

Chen Bosong's heart beat a few beats slower.

Lin Yuan said again: "Chen Bosong, were you so timid before?"

"You were much bolder last night than you are now."

Chen Bosong's lips were pursed into a straight line, and his voice was difficult: "I...offended..."

Lin Yuan raised his head: "I'm sure."

Chen Bosong raised his head and looked at Lin Yuan with blazing eyes.

If the gaze is powerful, Lin Yuan should have been pierced by Chen Bosong's gaze.

Lin Yuan asked him: "What happened last night, do you regret it?"

Chen Bosong shook his head without thinking.

Lin Yuan: "Then what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that I will eat you?"

When Chen Bosong heard the word eat, the eagle almost spread its wings.

Lin Yuan also saw it, and Chen Bosong went to cover it with his face flushed.

He thought about last night.

Chen Bosong's mouth was dry.

He seemed to have lost all his reason last night, he only knew to hug the person in front of him with all his strength.

Lin Yuan: "Don't hide, you've seen everything you need to see, does it hurt?"

When Lin Yuan mentioned it, Chen Bosong felt the pain. After all, it was made of meat, and it hurt so much that he could hardly even walk.

Lin Yuan also mocked him: "Eight times, the iron rod should be broken."

Chen Bosong's face turned even redder.

When he was in the barracks, almost all of his soldiers had good friends, and when he was lonely at night, he would sometimes talk about his good friends.

He never felt it.

What fun is there in doing that?It's no different from your own hands.

But now he understands that the difference between that matter and hands is too great to be compared.

"Don't go anywhere today, stay here with me." Lin Yuan lifted the quilt.

Chen Bosong lay down obediently—he felt that he was dreaming, but the dream was too real, and the more real it made him fear, fearing that if it was really a dream, what would he do if he woke up.

Lin Yuan was already leaning on his shoulder.

He was still playing with Chen Bosong's hand: "I'm ready to do infrastructure construction."

Chen Bosong was in a daze.

Lin Yuan said to himself: "There are still too few jobs now. Only by promoting infrastructure construction and increasing jobs can the people have work. Only when there are fewer people doing nothing can the society be stable. When there are more people doing nothing, what's the point of stealing?" everything."

Chen Bosong was still in a daze.

Lin Yuan sighed: "It's just that it's difficult to implement, let's start with the capital first, what do you think?"

Chen Bosong watched Lin Yuan hold his hand, just staring at him, motionless.

Lin Yuan had no choice but to reach out and pat Chen Bosong's forehead, and then Chen Bosong came back to his senses: "What did you say?"

Lin Yuan sighed: "Forget it, it's useless to tell you anything now."

Just when Lin Yuan was about to get up to wash and read the notebook, a voice came from outside: "Your Majesty, it's time for breakfast."

Lin Yuan: "Bring it in."

Two or two brought in by one person.

Breakfast consists of two bowls of porridge, two deep-fried dough sticks, a few steamed buns, and two salted duck eggs.

Lin Yuan called Chen Bosong to eat with him.

Chen Bosong didn't refuse, and moved in small steps, and it hurts if the steps are a little bigger.

Every muscle in his body tensed up as he sat down.

Lin Yuan couldn't help laughing: "You seem to be working harder than me."

Although his butt hurts, it doesn't hurt enough to take small steps.

Chen Bosong drank the porridge, he was still in a daze, he felt that this must be real, but at the same time he felt that he was still dreaming, he was so conflicted, he drank the porridge like a cow, and his throat was scalded with one gulp.

Seeing his troubled expression, Lin Yuan knew that he had scalded his throat, and asked Erliang to bring a cup of cold tea.

"Say something." Lin Yuan urged.

Chen Bosong pursed his lips tightly.

Lin Yuan felt like he was forcing someone into prostitution, and sighed, "I'm afraid that your throat will be hurt, and it will be troublesome to talk in the future."

Chen Bosong: "It's okay."

Hearing his hoarse voice, Lin Yuan knew he must be burned.

But you can't rub the scald medicine in your throat.

Lin Yuan sighed.

"Speaking of scald medicine, I'm going to make a large-scale trial planting for medicine merchants." Lin Yuan took a bite of fried dough sticks, "If it succeeds, there will be medicine fields everywhere in the future, but it's not easy to process."

"It would be great if we could find talent in this area."

The biggest problem with traditional Chinese medicine is that it is difficult to process. Only after processing can traditional Chinese medicine be stored for a long time.

But concocting is a craft, and even pharmacies can't guarantee how long their own concocted Chinese medicine can be stored.

If it gets damp and moldy accidentally, the medicine will be ruined.

Lin Yuan wanted someone to develop western medicine, but he didn't understand it and couldn't describe it.

It seems that we can only think of a way later.

But there is one thing that can be done.

It is an over-the-counter drug, especially for common diseases such as colds. The doses of adults and children are separated.

Lin Yuan informed the medical department and asked the doctors to study it by themselves.

He has a bunch of forward ideas, but it is difficult to implement them.

Lin Yuan glanced at Chen Bosong and sighed.

I don't know when Chen Bosong will be able to get along with him comfortably.