Luo Jingyao had no idea what King An was thinking. She stretched out her fingers and poked King An's tight waist and abdomen.
"The pajamas can't be too loose." I can't even see the shape.
Prince An's face turned red. After all, he was not as thick-skinned as the princess.
"That will cause trouble for the princess." Wang An said to Luo Jingyao, who was half lying on the bed, with a smile in his eyes.
"Tsk! Look at what the prince said. Isn't this a matter that belongs to the concubine?" Since she had made such a request, she naturally couldn't let Prince An down.
Under the surprised gaze of King An, he immediately stood up, stepped on the shag carpet with his bare feet, went to the cubicle to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to draw the pattern.
"How about tomorrow? It's too late tonight." Children should sleep more in order to grow up quickly.
An Wang said softly in a consultative tone, and Luo Jingyao pursed her lips and smiled: "It's ready. Come and take a look. If you still like it, do you want to design a few more styles? If necessary, we will design it for you tomorrow."
What popped up on the rice paper in Luo Jingyao's hand was a set of men's pajamas. They were not much different from the pajamas that King An usually wore, but the belt around his waist just happened to wrap up his waist.
stand up.
With just a few strokes, not only did the style of the clothes come out, but the man on it was also King An, with his black hair hanging down because he needed to rest. As for the rest, I hadn't had time to draw it yet.
King An was shocked, his ears turned red, and there was a hint of sadness in the corners of his eyes.
"How's it going?" Luo Jingyao raised her eyebrows and said coquettishly.
"Naturally he is very good." Being able to draw his appearance in just a few strokes shows that she has great skills and... he has been remembered in her heart.
"That's good. When we relax, I will draw more for you. They will be different styles every day." In fact, she wanted to make some other clothes. They cannot be worn outside, but they can still be worn in the house.
Do you want it?
Forget it, it's too different, it doesn't matter if you wear pajamas, and besides, the difference isn't that big.
"Have a rest." King An took the rice paper out of Luo Jingyao's hand and put it on the table. He stretched out his long hand and took Luo Jingyao into his arms. The man was tall and the woman was petite. They held her feet together.
All off the ground.
Luo Jingyao blinked her eyes, stretched her thin waist and clung directly to his waist.
"If this happens next time, can you hug me properly?" How can you be so reserved when you've already taken advantage of me?
An Wang's body stiffened. There was obviously no obstacle to his long legs below his waist, but he just felt like he weighed a thousand pounds.
Because there is a person hanging on my waist.
He calmed his breathing, pretending to be calm, holding her waist with one hand and supporting her buttocks with the other.
When they were lying on their own beds, Wang An's cheeks were burning, and he could show his shyness unscrupulously.
Luo Jingyao, who was on the other side of the bed, covered her mouth and smiled silently.
He is obviously only eighteen or nineteen years old, but he looks like a veteran cadre.
Her body is tender, but not her age. In that world, she was the same age as Ren An Wang. Of course, it was impossible for her to add up her age in that world to her age in this world. It would be different for each person.
Luo Jingyao fell asleep after thinking about it.
At this time, Prince An relaxed. He turned sideways and looked at the sleeping person. He smiled helplessly, gently lifted off Luo Jingyao's quilt and got in.
It is said that women's bodies are cold, but she is a rare little heater. I don't know if it has something to do with the skills she practices. Her hands and feet are warm, and her body is also warm.
On the contrary, as a grown man, his hands were not as warm as hers.
His big hands wrapped around his little ones, and he gradually fell into sleep.
Luo Jingyao and Prince An slept soundly.
In the palace, the emperor was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep. Mingshi Zhongkong, who was waiting on the side, had tears in his eyes, but he didn't dare to wipe them away.
He is old and castrated. He is not considered a man, and his health is naturally not that good. What's more, accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger. Emperor Jingming is suspicious, and his temper is not very high. He will get angry for a long time.
, Ming Shizhong, who is serving on the front line, cannot escape being angry and punished.
"How many men and horses does the Gu family have?" The emperor suddenly shouted, startling Ming Shizhong. He raised his eyelids slightly, not knowing whether he should say it or not.
"Say." The emperor couldn't sleep anymore, so he stood up and sat up. Ming Shizhong hurriedly put on his coat.
"Back to the emperor, the Gu family has 300,000 horses."
"Three hundred thousand... Thirty years..." The Gu family is still in decline, and the military power in his hands is of little use.
Ming Shizhong hunched over to minimize his presence.
"Where is the Zhenguo Government Office?"
"Back to the emperor, the Duke of Zhenguo has 300,000 troops in his command."
"Is this all on the surface?" Who knows how much more there is secretly. With the strength of Zhen Guogong and Zhen Xihou Mansion, they can already raise 100,000 yuan.
"Marquis Wu'an...they..." Everyone knows.
Marquis Wu'an: I surrendered my military power long ago after I was injured. Why are you still worried?
The emperor waved his hand and told Mingshi to remain loyal and think with his eyes open.
As soon as Ming Shizhong went out, the emperor remembered the previous report from the palace servants and summoned Ming Shizhong in again.
"emperor?"
"Is Yi Meiren related to Luo?"
"My servant has sent someone to check it out. It doesn't matter." As for the rest, the emperor already knew it.
"Then why do you say that?"
The emperor murmured, and Ming Shizhong knew that the emperor was not asking him, so he just bowed humbly and waited aside.
"Give poisonous wine."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The emperor ordered in a deep voice, and Ming Shizhong accepted the order. When he heard that Yi Meiren sent people to intercept Princess An, he knew that even if he could survive, he would have to stay in the cold palace in his next life. Unexpectedly, even tonight,
Neither can survive.
Yes, this is how the emperor has always been.
"Let the second prince focus on his duties and don't think about opportunism."
"Yes, I accept the order." Look, the second prince must have suffered as well.
On New Year's Eve, Yi Meiren was given poisonous wine and sent out of the palace with a roll of straw mat without even a decent place.
Where is the ambition from before?
Same night!
The second prince received the emperor's rebuke and also learned the news of Yi Meiren's death. He was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder split apart. He also hated and feared the emperor in his heart.
He didn't know what the princes of other countries were like, but the princes of Beixuan were clearly attending classes in the Shang Shufang, but there was no chapter that taught them how to be kings, for fear that they would be overthinking.
So far, not even a prince has been established.
The next day, the first day of the new year.
From top to bottom, servants of the mansion came one after another to pay New Year greetings, and Luo Jingyao was particularly generous in presenting her rewards.
Among them, the shopkeepers of each shop and the head of Zhuangzi came.
The butler Fu Bo is two hundred taels, the shopkeepers are each one hundred taels, the chief stewards are each fifty taels, the red paper is green buds, white dew, grain rain, Lian Begonia, Lan Gu and Aunt Wei are all one hundred taels, and the blue clouds beside King An are
The same was true for Fu Sheng Feiyang and others around her, and so on for the other servants, even the lowest-ranking ones received five taels of silver.
