Chapter 140 What is a life-and-death contract, what is a promise to each other?
After hearing this, Murong Jue stopped approaching her and let go of Luo Changan.
The carriage procession passed by, and some pedestrians on the road stood against the wall. When the carriage was about to pass Luo Chang'an, the procession stopped, the carriage curtain opened, and the master inside said in a cold voice: "Hai Yin, teach me a maid.
The collar button has fallen off, please find it quickly."
Haiyin thought to himself, were you so angry that your neck became thick and the collar button fell off? He immediately said: "Luo Changan, you happen to be here, get on the carriage and help the emperor find the button."
Luo Changan leaned over and said, "Yes."
Then she got on the carriage, opened the curtain and walked in. This was the second time she entered his carriage. He was lucky enough to get her in this carriage last time. As soon as she entered, her ears felt hot and she felt a little uncomfortable all over.
The carriage started slowly. Luo Changan was a little unsteady and almost lost his balance.
Di Qian'ao took the time to look at her stumbling around in embarrassment, with frightening anger in his eyes.
Luo Changan realized that he had hit a gun point. He was very angry. At least every time she saw him, he was angry.
Luo Changan held on to the wall of the carriage to steady herself. She then looked at his collar and found that the buttons were tightly fastened there and had not fallen off. She was startled, "The buttons on your collar have not fallen off."
Di Qian'ao raised his hand and pinched the button on the collar, and pulled it off with a slight tug. The collar was slightly open, revealing a section of wheat-colored neck, and then he said seriously: "It's fallen now. Come find it."
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Luo Changan: "..."
Which one is this from?
She really can't understand.
Di Qianao put the buttons of his clothes on the empty seat next to him.
Luo Changan walked over and reached for the button. This was probably the weirdest task she had ever taken on. She could complete the task by picking up the button and handing it to him. Then, he would knock him off the carriage.
, lost in the middle of the road?
As soon as Luo Changan's hand touched the button, he clasped Di Qian'ao's wrist, suddenly pulled her into his arms, and then blocked her mouth that was about to scream with his cold lips.
His voice was tainted with a lot of ambiguity, to the point that it was broken into pieces. She subconsciously resisted, and before she could close her teeth, he pulled out of the long kiss.
His slightly narrowed eyes were still locked on her with unresolved heat.
"If I hadn't come just now, I'm afraid you would have kissed the right servant. If the kiss came to a deep place, you might have to go to the inn to settle it?"
Luo Changan understood the meaning of his words and hurriedly said: "This slave does not understand what the emperor means."
"Then I will understand you."
The way back to the dragon's bed was humiliating. Luo Changan bit her lip to keep from making a sound. In the end, before he was about to get up on the rocking horse, she had to hold the penis he buried in her heart.
Cheeking, he said softly: "I understand, I understand. Just now, the right servant was drunk and had a fight with his wife on the roadside. I watched the excitement for a while. This is the fact."
Di Qian'ao rubbed her hair and made sure that her tone was full of disgust for the right servant. His annoyance was slightly relieved, "You can use me as your weapon. Instead of using your body as a weapon. When
When you reach a dead end and can't think of any other ideas besides your own body, come and discuss with me. Do you understand?"
Luo Changan's hair hung messily on his cheeks, and he nodded in understanding, "I understand."
At least, she found that he would not teach her to die easily. Could this be that at some level, she could list him as a big chess piece that could be mobilized? She wanted to do that, but she didn't dare, because the emperor was so powerful.
A chess piece, if you use it well, you will be a winner in life; if you use it incorrectly, you will be shattered into pieces.
"Go back to your house and wait for me." After returning to the Dragon Sleeping Room, Di Qianao told Luo Chang'an: "I have made an appointment with a senior official to discuss matters in the study. I will come to you in two hours."
"Oh." Luo Changan responded, thinking that he had heard that he likes to hold court when discussing matters with officials. Originally, it was common for discussions to last for half an hour, but ended up taking ten hours, so Luo Changan basically didn't take these words seriously.
Something happened.
Returning to his room, Luo Changan tidied up his mess, then sat on the chair and swayed slightly. He felt endless loss when he got close to him. Every time he got close to him, he would throw him aside again.
, the feeling that comes and goes away as soon as you call it, no matter how many times you experience it, it is still as bitter.
The door was pushed open, but Di Qianao walked in. He closed the door and locked it. He unbuttoned his clothes as he walked towards her.
"You...didn't you go to the study to discuss matters?"
"You are right, I like to drag the discussion around." Di Qianao pushed Luo Changan against the wall, her back hurt a little from the bump on the wall, and his cool breath sprayed on her ears, "I
I think it would be best if you teach the senior officials to wait while I explain the matter clearly to you first."
Luo Changan couldn't help but be startled. Before he could say anything, he was understood in a simple and easy-to-understand way as if he was attacking a city. He was punishing her as if he was angry. It seemed that he was in a hurry. He didn't even have time to go to bed, so he rubbed her against the wall.
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It took about half an hour before he said his first words after the incident, "Have you realized your problem?"
Luo Changan was really confused. If I realized my problem, would I teach you to do this to me? She learned the lesson and nodded five times in a row, "I understand, what I did was wrong.
You are angry, so you won’t be like this next time.”
No matter what the problem is, just admit your mistake and it will be over, and you will suffer less torture.
Di Qianao pursed his lips, "What did you do wrong?"
Luo Changan was stunned and wanted to ask for details: "..."
I do not know.
What's wrong with me?
What exactly is the correct answer?
If you say too many mistakes, I don’t dare to speak rashly.
"What I want, she must belong to me completely. It can be as big as a city or as small as a hair." Di Qianao narrowed his eyes, "But you are full of uncertainty. It makes me feel that it seems
I don't own you."
"...How about you take out the slave sale contract and take a look at it? Maybe it will help you feel your ownership of the slave?"
"Do you need me to carve my name on you so that you know you belong to me?"
"No need! This slave has always been your slave!!!" How painful it would be to carve words on his body. Besides, he is not what the world calls an enlightened monarch. How could he carve his name on a slave? This is very unenlightened.
Very authoritarian and overbearing.
"Luo Chang'an, I'm not talking about this kind of master-servant ownership!" Di Qianao stared at her deeply.
Luo Changan blinked, "Slave... I don't understand..."
"Do you know what a life-and-death contract is, and what a commitment of one's body is? If you have a relationship with me, you must be loyal to me. You need to be loyal both physically and mentally. You must recognize it from the bottom of your heart. I am talking about this kind of ownership."
Luo Changan was confused.
When Di Qianao saw her expressionless face and said nothing, he asked, "Speak!"
"...You give me twenty and a half taels of silver every month," Luo Changan coughed lightly, "You are making a life-and-death contract, and you are committing yourself to each other, and you have to carve your name on the slave.