Chapter 115 Hard to play, teach me to be curious, right?
"I will wear it for you." Don't take away my hobby. Such small and cute feet are particularly pitiful. "Sit still and don't teach me to give an imperial edict in every word."
"Oh... Okay." Luo Changan's tone was quite reluctant. Di Qian'ao gave him a cold look and quickly changed his words: "I mean: Okay."
I can't stand it. He definitely has some prejudice against the word "ba"! Wasn't the word "ba" invented just for people to use it? Why would he have a prejudice against the word "ba"?
After Di Qianao put on the two shoes for her, he raised his eyes and stared at her, "What were you peeking at outside the dragon's dormitory door just now?"
"I don't know whether I should say it or not." Luo Changan withdrew his foot from his hand and taught the man to hold his ankle, feeling embarrassed and uncomfortable.
"Play hard to get and make me curious, right?"
"no..."
Playing hard to get against the emperor is of no use. Luo Changan has long recognized the fact, so he is too lazy to use any seduction or other beauty traps on him to get promotion.
On the contrary, she found that he was a person who valued his abilities. If he did his job well, he would still have a chance to get ahead. So, instead of putting her hope in being his wife, she might as well put her hope in being his subordinate.
"Don't just say it!"
Luo Changan pondered for a long time, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to remind him, "I just saw your beloved concubine browsing things on the bookshelf in the house, and she looked like she had martial arts skills. I saw her like this, like this,
Then this, then that! You might want to keep an eye on it.”
As he spoke, Luo Changan gestured with his hands, feet, and waist on the wicker chair, imitating the concubine's movements in an expressive voice, and his collar floated slightly. Di Qianao was slightly startled by this sight.
Luo Changan thought that maybe I couldn't express the essence of martial arts with my concubine by twisting and turning, so why didn't the emperor react much?
Di Qianao crossed his arms and coughed slightly in discomfort, "Is there any more?"
"Well, there's more." Luo Changan thought that he didn't understand what she meant. He thought about it and explained further, with a very mysterious expression: "The concubine is probably stealing the secrets of the Dragon Sleeping Room. Usually, the room is guarded by slaves.
, your information and the secret letter are all closely watched by the slaves. Today she sent me out to teach me to wash the curtains that were just put on yesterday. She probably thought that I was in the way, so she deliberately sent me away. Recently,
The war in the Eastern Expedition is entering an intense stage, so please be careful, Emperor."
"Have you finished?" Di Qian'ao was not surprised at all because of the old god's presence. But her expression was too rich.
He even wanted to see what her real face looked like with this weird expression.
But then he thought about it. He had received all kinds of gifts such as steamed buns and gold necklaces. He would have to break his heart when his true face was revealed. Forget it!
"Yes. It's over." Luo Changan frowned, as if his warm face was pressed against a cold dragon's butt. His words did not attract any attention, and he felt deeply frustrated in his heart.
Moreover, his expression suddenly turned gloomy. Could it be that he stepped on a minefield and spoke ill of his concubine, thus making him unhappy?
"I hope you won't make a fuss in the future. What does Concubine He want to do? Even if she wants to drug me, even if she wants to blow up the Dragon Nest, just let her do it." Di Qian'ao said in a distant tone: "Everything she wants to do
, it’s all under my instruction, I manipulated her, please don’t meddle in this business.”
Luo Changan clenched his hands tightly, his throat seemed to be constricted, and he was inevitably speechless for a moment: "Okay, it's my servant who is meddling in my own business. I'm sorry, my servant was wrong."
"If nothing happens, don't get close to the dragon's bed in the past half month. Even if you get close, keep silent and you won't see anything." Di Qian'ao frowned slightly. He had been setting up the net for a year and a half, and he was closing it in these few days.
Yes, it would be easy for him to be distracted if she got involved.
"Yes. Got it." Luo Changan lowered his head, feeling very disappointed. He obviously trusted He Fei more than he believed in her. At this moment, she felt like a villain who spoke ill of his concubine.
"Moreover, please don't imitate Concubine He's actions outside in the future." Especially in front of other men, she is quite plump and twisting around. If outsiders see her, he will be furious.
"Oh." It means that she is imitating others and is not as good-looking as He Fei's movements. Yes, yes, He Fei's movements are the most standard. A slave like her doesn't deserve to imitate her.
"Do you have anything else to say to me?"
Luo Changan shook his head, "No more."
Di Qianao raised his eyebrows. She loved to say the word "ba" so much and was ambiguous. However, he hoped that every time he heard her affirmative answer, it would count. Otherwise, he would not know whether her wish was truly fulfilled, so he asked: "Huh?"
Luo Changan said hurriedly: "No more."
Never say the word "ba" again.
Emperor Qianao then turned around and went back to the Dragon Sleeping Room.
Luo Changan suddenly remembered something and stood up. Seeing the emperor walking further and further away, she clenched her hands tightly and mustered up the courage to ask him...
"Emperor..." Luo Changan called out. Oops, she was so uneasy. She had nothing to say and ended up calling him out again. He must have been annoyed with her.
Di Qian'ao paused and asked patiently: "What's the matter?"
Luo Changan asked in a low voice: "Why do you ask your slave to drink fertility soup every day?"
Without any embellishment or embellishment, she asked straight to the point.
Di Qianao then turned around, with a puzzled look on his brows, "You've been drinking that medicine for two years, and you just remembered to ask why today?"
"...Yes," Luo Changan pursed her lips. She only found out today that it was a fertility soup. In the past two years, she had always thought it was a contraceptive pill. "I wasn't curious before, but now I am.
Can you tell me why?"
"To have a baby."
He wanted to be the father of her child for such a straightforward reason. He felt that growing her belly and raising a baby with her was what a man should do. From the age of nineteen to nearly thirty, he felt that he had waited enough
After a long time, he also needed an explanation for himself.
"After giving birth to a child, who will raise it?" Luo Changan asked nervously.
"You are not in good health. I plan to place you in another hospital. You don't have to do it yourself. Just take good care of yourself. The child will be taken care of by himself." Just arrange more experienced wet nurses or maids.
"Oh, it turns out that the child has someone to take care of him." Luo Changan's heart instantly became filled with despair. What He Fei said was true. She was the slave that the emperor chose to give birth to a child. He deliberately used the auxiliary medicine prescribed by the miracle doctor to help him conceive.
The purpose of feeding her with soup was to use her belly to please the concubine.
Why her? Because she is an orphan whose whole family has died. No one will make the decision for her if she uses it as she pleases.