Luo Jia was in a state of excitement, and heard the three words "Feng Zhaoyi", and opened his mouth wide, and his enthusiasm immediately disappeared. He was in a panic, as if the person who was a thief was suddenly caught.
Concubine Zhang was reluctant to give up, and she was pitiful and said, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Feng Zhaoyi, a shrew, dared to come to Liuli Palace. Is Your Majesty afraid of her? She gritted her teeth, took off all her clothes, hugged Luo Jia, and pressed her snow-white chest against His Majesty.
Her slenderness and majesty are in sharp contrast to his majesty. In the past, this was Luo Jia's favorite. He admired this beauty, just like the wind, flowers, snow and moon of the Southern Dynasty.
Luo Jia was already panicked at this time, so how could he dare to continue? He turned a blind eye to all the beauty, his mind was buzzing, and he was extremely afraid. He even didn't know what he was afraid of. He pulled her up:
"Hurry, my dear concubine, you feel wronged and hide..."
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, I'm..."
"Don't say much, hide quickly, hide first and then talk..."
As soon as he reached out, he threw Zhang Jieyu's cloak to her, and was anxious: "Put it on..."
Concubine Zhang was dragged by him, got out of bed, barefoot, but had nowhere to hide.
Outside the door, the voices of palace maids and eunuchs had already been heard:
"Empress..."
"Feng Zhaoyi arrived..."
"Empress, who are you looking for? Your Majesty... Your Majesty is not here..."
Luo Jia secretly complained in his heart, why are these idiots not saying that they are here? What about Gao Miao? What about this idiot Gao Miao?
In his bedroom, Zhang Jieyu was like a thief and could not bear it anymore: "Your Majesty, I have no place to hide..."
At this time, the footsteps were already sounding at the door, and Gao Miao could not stop it, and his voice was very high: "Empress... I'll go and ask Your Majesty immediately... Empress, please rest, walk slowly, don't get angry
...Empress..."
Luo Jia had no other way, so he reached out and pointed at the bottom of the bed: "Hurry, hide in..."
When did Concubine Zhang suffer such humiliation? She burst into tears: "No, Your Majesty, this is my bedroom..."