"Feng Zhaoyi, you are six or seven months pregnant. Not only can you act impulsively, you must also think about your child first!"
What he was afraid of was that the child in his belly would be hurt. Why didn't he think about what if he himself was hurt?
Fang Fei looked at him and couldn't believe his cold and stern tone.
"Feng Zhaoyi..."
She interrupted him and asked: "Your Majesty, what on earth are you doing here?"
"I……"
"Is it possible that Your Majesty is so elegant that he is pouring his own drink here alone?"
She glanced at the mess in the room: "Didn't you say that the war ahead is important now? How could your Majesty abandon the political affairs of the whole court and just come here to hide alone before it gets dark? Everyone in the civil and military circles of the court said that your Majesty is the only one who loves you.
I think that my concubine's beauty is a disaster, and the king will not come to court early from now on. But, didn't I bear this crime in vain?
Luo Jia became angry because of shame: "I was admiring the plum blossoms with Zhang Jieyu. Then I went to her place for a few drinks. So what?..."
"Where is Zhang Jieyu? Where is she?"
She looked around, pretending to be surprised: "I didn't see Zhang Jieyu. Could it be that she is hiding?"
Luo Jia's face was as pale as pig liver, and he was so depressed that he almost suffered internal injuries. It was neither asking Zhang Jieyu to come out nor hiding him. If he had known earlier, he should not have let Zhang Jieyu hide. What did he do? He was sneaky.
, instead, he lost his sense of proportion first and was caught by her.
"Zhang Jieyu...she went to pick plum blossoms...I want to enjoy the plum blossoms, so I asked her to pick some plum blossoms and come back."
There are so many servants and so many palace maids. How many plum blossoms should I pick? Why bother Zhang Jieyu to do it herself?
Fang Fei sneered, His Majesty was drinking in the house with his clothes disheveled. Zhang Jieyu went to pick plum blossoms instead. In a blink of an eye, she saw a pair of exquisite embroidered shoes exposed. They were a pair of very small red damask shoes. Northern women did not have them.
Only Zhang Jieyu, who came from an aristocratic family in the Southern Dynasties, would have such small feet.
Looking again, I saw behind the foot of the bed, a messy little piece of obscene clothing, which obviously belonged to Zhang Jieyu.
Your Majesty and Zhang Jieyu even took off their clothes here. Are they admiring flowers?
A burst of rage struck her heart, and Fang Fei felt her head spinning, and she barely managed to stand still.