Because of Luo Xiao's legs, the Empress Dowager exempted her from the gift. As for An Zhiruo, according to Chu Ying's instructions, he bowed to the graceful woman sitting in the center, with a brocade dress and gold hairpin, just like He Feifei.
"My daughter-in-law visited the Queen Mother and wished her a thousand years of life."
"Let's all get back together." The Queen Mother cast her kind eyes on An Zhisu, smiled and raised her hands, "Sit down next to Aijia."
"Yes." An Zhisu walked towards the Queen Mother obediently, but after taking only two steps, he heard his grandpa shouting in a high-pitched voice, "The Emperor has arrived!!!"
Except for the Queen Mother and Luo Xiao, everyone stood up and knelt down to worship, following the ancient customs, so An Zhisu also did the same with everyone.
Then, she saw a pair of golden dragon boots and a dragon robe reflected on the reflective marble floor. The man said in a unique voice that she was familiar with, "Let's all be flat."
For an instant, An Zhisu froze, feeling that time had traveled back to that day. He slowly raised his head and looked at the emperor who was admired by all the people with disbelief.
He had exquisite outlines, deep features, a pair of narrow and unfathomable black eyes, and thin lips that opened and closed. He seemed to be saying something all the time, but she couldn't hear anything. She didn't even know when she got up or when she left.
When she arrived in front of the emperor, she said, "Chengyao." Her voice was choked with sobs, and her big clear eyes were full of joy and melancholy.
"How dare you!" Eunuch Li immediately shouted to An Zhisu, "How dare you be rude to the emperor."
The young emperor slightly frowned his thick eyebrows and looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. He stared at her clear eyes and his heart was startled. He raised his hand slightly and asked, "Who are you?"
Before An Zhisu could answer, Luo Xiao interrupted, "She is my new concubine."
"Oh, no wonder she looks familiar. She turns out to be cousin Zhisu." The emperor casually moved his eyes away from An Zhisu and landed on Luo Xiao. "How is seventh brother doing recently?" He rubbed shoulders with An Zhisu.
Walked by.
An Zhisu stood there silently. Suddenly, she ignored the bored eyes of the emperor's accompanying concubines, looked at the familiar figure and asked, "Are you really not Chengyao? Are you really not Chengyao?" At the end of the sentence,
she asked almost pleadingly.
Luo Xiao's hand on the edge of the wheelchair couldn't help but clenched tightly into a fist. Through An Zhisu's expression and uncontrollable emotions, Luo Xiao concluded that An Zhisu had lied to him. The man she loved was not dead, and now
Standing in front of her, no wonder she wants to enter the palace so much!
My heart feels like all the grains have been knocked over. This feeling is the first time...
The emperor stopped and turned his head. After looking at An Zhisu for a long time, he said, "I am not Chengyao, but the word "yao" means "yao".
"Luo Yao?" An Zhisu murmured softly, shaking his head slowly. His face was exactly the same, and even his expression when speaking was so similar. How could he not be Chengyao?
‘Pa—’ A hard slap brought back An Zhisu’s sanity.
"You can also call the emperor by his first name?" The woman who hit her was none other than the now favored Concubine Xuan. The huge palace fell silent for a moment.