"Your Majesty, I suddenly don't hate Concubine Zhang so much..."
"Why?"
She just laughed, shook her head, and looked very relaxed.
"Well, I'll ignore her now. Anyway, it's a high sacrifice soon. Let's talk about it after the high sacrifice."
Luo Jia also thought that it was a headache for her harem. How to deal with it is not a simple matter of delegating power to the queen. She alone cannot handle it properly.
"Your Majesty, I'm not worried about anything now."
However, Luo Jia was not as relaxed as her. She thought to herself, was Zhang Jieyu so simple? He knew Zhang Jieyu better than Fangfei. Zhang Jieyu was very scheming and would never give up Xiaohe and would not even talk about it.
Just make the decision with careful strategy. This is too incompatible with Zhang Jieyu's methods.
Moreover, since the Zhang brothers had an accident, Concubine Zhang has become a little strange.
This time, he always felt a little strange, but he couldn't say what was strange. If there was really something, how could he solve it alone? This little man thought that he would not favor anything and would be peaceful in the world.
However, these superficial disputes are the pediatrics; those exposed outside are not scary! What is terrible is the things she cannot see at all.
However, he didn't want to say it, and he couldn't express it accurately; suddenly he thought of Adam's priest, and he was even more reluctant to say it.
Fangfei didn't realize this at all, but she felt that she had untied the knot with His Majesty and everything was so satisfied.
She felt relieved and snuggled in his arms, her eyes closed.
Luo Jia looked at her red cheeks and asked softly: "Little guy, why are you willing to tell me everything today?"
She slowly opened her eyes, bit her lips slightly, and spoke lowly, almost pressing against his lips: "Because... I think you are in the same group as me. Your Majesty, you are so nice..."
The soft voice, soft hair tips, and intimately snuggling, time seemed like a long line, lingering and lengthening, and in my ears, the flow of more than ten years, the sound echoed in my mind: "Father,"
Emperor, you are so nice... Father, you treat me so nicely... Your Majesty, you are so nice... Your Majesty, I really like you..."