Chapter 1 The slaves are inconvenient, I am afraid to teach the emperor to spoil the happiness
Luo Changan took off his clothes, wearing only his underwear, and climbed onto the dragon bed.
She started her daily errand to warm the emperor's bed.
Warming the bed is a hard job. On a cold winter night, before the emperor comes back, the cold quilt must be warmed.
Don't wear too thick clothes when getting into bed, otherwise the body temperature will not be transmitted through the body. You must be naked or wear only a thin undershirt and rely on your body temperature to warm the cold bedding.
If the heat is not hot enough, causing the dragon's face to be displeased, or causing the dragon's body to be invaded by wind and cold, he will inevitably be punished, ranging from a rod punishment to death.
In order to survive, Luo Changan had given up his dignity for a long time, but he still couldn't go naked to warm the bed, so he always went in wearing a thin undershirt.
The imperial capital is located in a cold northern land, and it is winter for seven or eight months of the year.
Ordinary people have stoves in their houses for heating.
There was no heater in the emperor's bedroom, and it was as cold as an ice cellar.
Luo Changan didn't feel bad about not having a heater. She had never been used to the smell of charcoal. The smell of burning charcoal would make her dizzy.
When her parents were still alive, she was still pampered. Her mother said that she had a delicate body and would personally help her warm up the cold bed.
My mother said that there is only one precious daughter in the family, and she must be well-raised and pampered.
How lucky I was when I was young, how miserable I am now.
The bitingly cold quilt stuck to his skin, and Luo Changan's thin body shivered violently.
It's so cold, I'm so cold that I gasp.
The dragon bed was not warm, so she thought she would freeze to death first.
But she can't die.
The great revenge has not been avenged, more than a hundred members of the family were massacred, and the vengeance of exterminating the family has not been avenged.
She must live this miserable life well.
‘Steaming meat buns, a big stove, the hot summer sun, I’m eating hot buns under the hot stove, and I’m so hot that I’m sweating...'
Luo Changan was thinking about these things that could keep him warm, pretending that he wasn't cold.
Finally getting through the coldest stage, warmth gradually began to creep in from the quilt, and she felt a little drowsy.
However, as a lowly bed-warming maid, she was not qualified to sleep on the dragon bed. She was the emperor's materialized heating tool, and her function was the same as a heater.
The difference is that she is alive and has a constant temperature.
It was late at night, the door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind poured into the room through the crack of the door, extinguishing the candle she left on the table to keep vigil.
Inside, it was pitch black.
Immediately afterwards, footsteps sounded, and someone was walking towards the dragon bed.
Luo Changan recognized these steady and powerful footsteps as the ruler of this continent, the man who looked down upon the world, Di Qianao.
He is the only man who can enter the dragon's bed.
The quilt was lifted unceremoniously, and Luo Changan's body was wrapped by a pair of cold arms. The heat from her whole body was instantly sucked away, and her whole body felt like she had fallen into an ice cave.
Di Qianao is colder than the severe winter in this extremely cold place.
Luo Changan's body trembled instinctively due to the cold.
Or maybe it's nervousness.
Holding her man in her arms, she holds the power of life and death in her hands. She is afraid of offending him. She cherishes her life too much. She wants to live to see her enemy's head dismembered no matter what.
Be careful and obedient.
His hands gripped the soft flesh of her shoulders so much that it hurt, and she almost screamed, with tears in her eyes.
In the dark night, she caught a glimpse of Di Qianao's cold gaze through the moonlight, which seemed to be able to penetrate people's souls, sending chills down the spine and making people tremble with fear.
Luo Changan's obedience is almost flattering. As a slave, she is not worthy of any emotion. Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. If you show pretentiousness, you will die quickly.
All she has to do is let Di Qianao keep him warm. She is a furnace, a furnace that neither hurts nor itch, nor is sad or happy.
Di Qianao's hand touched the thin fabric of her underwear, and he hummed impatiently, while his big cold hand caressed the button of her collar without any emotion.
"Why bother wearing such obstructive clothes? You're still not used to it."
Luo Changan's errands are not only to warm the bed and attend to Emperor Qianao's daily life, but also...to deal with his whim needs. This is the humbleness of being a slave in a patriarchal system.
Based on experience, this one is even more of a chore.
It is said in the book that a moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. It is indeed a fabrication by the predecessors.
"Emperor, I am afraid that this servant is inconvenient and may be a disappointment to the emperor."
Luo Changan did not shy away from this matter, but she needed to facilitate it and capture this man. He was using her, so she was using him.
She has no martial arts skills, no background, and is an anonymous fugitive.
All she has is this weak and boneless body, and she wants to make the best use of it. She hopes to get benefits from this man. She needs power, supreme power, to be able to climb to a level comparable to her enemies.
And this man has everything. As long as he is willing to give, she can have everything.
The question is, how can a lowly slave make him willingly give up his rights to her?
It's nothing more than daydreaming.
Frustratingly, she sent another monthly letter.
Di Qianao tied the half-unbuttoned button back, "When did you come?"
"This morning."
"Can you be clean in five days?"
"Seven days."
"Luo Changan, you are so useless. I come here almost every day, but you come again." Di Qianao's cold voice was full of dissatisfaction, and he seemed to be a little disappointed.
But what about her?
Luo Changan couldn't understand.
Are you blaming her for not sending monthly letters?
But women all have monthly letters, once a month.
Unless you are pregnant.
However, it is impossible for someone as noble as him to allow a slave to be pregnant with his child. This is a shame for him.
"My slave, Yue Xin, came at the wrong time. This slave deserves to die. The emperor will atone for his sins."
Luo Changan crawled from the quilt to the end of the bed, hugged Di Qianao's feet, and pressed them with his body temperature, "I will warm your feet. If your feet are warm, your body will feel warm as well."
"I have no intention of letting you go. You can hide far away."
Luo Changan fell into a cold embrace, and cold kisses fell like raindrops.
He did everything except that step.
Luo Changan hoped that he would grant her some status for the sake of her obedience.
However, like every night in the past, he gave nothing.
Her lower back was blocked by the cold palm, but she also got some benefits. There seemed to be a stream of warmth flowing from his palm into her lower abdomen, and the menstrual pain was relieved a lot. She even imagined that he was sending the true energy on purpose.
Keep her warm.
This probably means that you will be able to live well and have hope while you are alive.
The emperor had three palaces, six courtyards and seventy-two concubines. It was said that he was gentle, polite and restrained, and did not even indulge in women's sex. He was impartial to the concubines of each palace and was equally affected by the rain and dew.
However, in front of her humble slave, he was like the bloodthirsty Hades, unleashing his most primitive nature.
What pity do we need for lowly slaves?
Luo Changan's eyes were cold. From the moment her family was exterminated, her heart had died. There was only hatred in her eyes. As long as there was a chance to take revenge, she was willing to do anything.
"Luo Chang'an, put away the hatred in your eyes. If you are too sharp and your motives are too obvious, you won't be able to go far."
Dimly, I seemed to hear Di Qianao's warning, which was so cold that there was no trace of warmth.