Luo Changan thought that she had inserted the cold sword deeply into Song Panyan's heart, but she never thought that it was Di Qianao who was deeply stung by this invisible cold sword.
Di Qianao looked quietly at Murong Jue and Luo Changan who were kneeling in front of him. His whole body was numb and his mind was blank for a moment.
It seemed that once he agreed, Murong Jue would immediately take Luo Changan away from him, and Luo Changan would also leave without hesitation, without even saying goodbye to him.
It seems that nothing has changed. Luo Changan has always belonged to Murong Jue. In the past two years, he has just trapped her by his side and forced her to do so.
The handkerchief she gave him last night, the handkerchief that made him toss and turn and stay awake all night, really meant nothing.
Gongsun Ya said with an moved expression: "Brother Dijun, beauties have been matched with heroes since ancient times. Master Murong's suggestions for this Eastern Campaign made the Eastern Campaign a complete victory. He himself looks like Pan An, but Chang'an has outstanding appearance and is fascinating. This is indeed true."
It’s a good marriage.”
"I have made my own decision." Di Qianao interrupted Gongsun Ya in a deep voice, "Ya'er, don't bother."
Gongsunya was slightly choked. Brother Dijun seemed to be in a bad mood. I just wanted to be beautiful. Brother Dijun was saying that I was nosy.
Di Qianao's thin lips curled into a smile, but the smile did not reach his eyes. Due to the ethical education he had received since childhood and the restrictions of his own status, he could not be as willful as his ministers.
Maybe the minister wanted some reward, so he knelt down and asked for it from him. And even if his heart was full of holes, he couldn't forget his identity and the overall situation.
"I love you. Luo Chang'an has recently been ordered by the Queen Mother to preside over the spring clothes in the palace. I have recorded your request for reward. But what the Queen Mother has given us needs to be completed in an orderly manner. The bidding for spring clothes in February next year
She has completed her duties. I will answer you."
Murong Jue was overjoyed. The bidding for the spring clothes was only a matter of more than a month, and the emperor half agreed.
Soon, he will be able to welcome Chang An to his side and keep him by his side every night.
Luo Changan breathed out slowly, his heart felt lost, and then he felt empty, and then he fell into deep disappointment. That's it, he and the emperor could only go so far.
After getting up, Luo Changan said to Song Panyan in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I'm going to correct you, I am about to have a prime minister husband, but you have been excommunicated. If you don't accept it, you can put me
how is everything!"
Luo Changan provoked Song Panyan. Only when Song Panyan was provoked would he keep jumping over the wall and showing off his flaws, giving her the opportunity to get rid of Song Panyan. What she wanted was to anger Song Panyan!
Song Panyan was trembling all over, with anger, humiliation, unwillingness, and various emotions intertwined in her heart. She had lost her husband, her identity, and even her godfather lost the emperor's trust. All of this was caused by Luo Changan! She
I want to kill her! I can’t wait to kill her immediately!
After the Spring Clothes event, the emperor will decree a marriage for her to marry Murong Jue, right? The premise is that she must live until the time when the emperor grants the marriage!
"Everyone, please step back." After Di Qian Ao finished speaking, he turned around and walked forward.
He didn't need to say anything, all his subordinates followed behind him.
Nighthawk, Haiyin, and Luo Changan, who is still his maid.
There was a hint of mockery in the corner of Di Qianao's mouth. When he saw her following him, he actually felt happy. He had finally humbled himself into the dust.
From behind, Gongsun Ya's gentle voice sounded: "Brother Dijun, remember to come to Ya'er's poetry party. No matter how late it is, Ya'er is waiting for you."
Returning to the dragon's dormitory, Nighthawk and Haiyin stopped outside the door, consciously. At this time, they should be as far away from the emperor as possible. No one can get close to the emperor except Luo Changan. The emperor does not need anyone else. The only one who can appease the emperor is Luo.
Chang'an.
Luo Changan quietly followed Di Qianao into the house.
She went to wash her hands and face first, and then used a brush to brush away the dirt on her clothes to avoid bumping into the emperor.
Then, as usual, Luo Changan took out his regular clothes from the closet. The emperor was currently wearing the dragon robe that he wore when he went to court. He would usually change out of his court clothes after going to court. She took the clothes and put them on the back of the chair, and then whispered: "
I will help you change your clothes."
After saying that, Luo Changan waited. If it were in the past, Di Qianao would open his hands so that she could take off his robe.
But today, he did not open his hands in cooperation, but instead folded his arms and stared at her coldly.
Luo Changan tentatively stood on tiptoe to take off the dragon hat on his head and placed it on the table. Then his hands came to his collar and unbuttoned a robe, revealing his graceful neck.
After she came out, she saw the veins on his neck and realized how angry he really was, and the coldness in his eyes was almost freezing.
"What do you mean by kneeling side by side in front of me with the Right Prime Minister just now?" Di Qianao grabbed Luo Changan's slender wrist with great force.
Luo Changan immediately felt pain in her wrist. This time he did not hold back. She realized that he was extremely angry. She did not cry out in pain, but said calmly: "I think my meaning is already obvious."
"I don't understand. Why don't you tell me clearly what you want to do?!" Di Qianao let go of Luo Changan's wrist before severing it.
Luo Changan's wrist was green and red. She did not rub the painful wrist, but said softly: "Emperor, please help you change your clothes. Miss Ya'er is waiting for you to attend the poetry meeting. The poetry meeting will be held soon."
It's started, it's already time."
"Answer my question."
"What's the problem?" Luo Changan deliberately tried to mislead someone.
"Well, listen to the question clearly," Di Qian'ao repeated with a stern face: "You just kneeled side by side in front of me with the right minister. What do you mean?"
Luo Changan knew that she could not escape this hurdle. She sighed and then said frankly: "Emperor, it is obvious that I don't want to continue to be a slave. When people go to higher places, I want to be the wife of the prime minister. I think it is understandable. No.
There's a saying, a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier."
"Do you want to go to higher places, or do you want to be the wife of the prime minister? These are two different things." Di Qian'ao continued to clarify his question: "Follow me, I will teach you to go to higher places, can I teach you to calm down? Or
Is it okay to say that you must be a woman who is the Right Prime Minister?"
Luo Changan thought about the past two years. His so-called move to a higher place was probably to be promoted and continue to be a female official. She was really tired of calling herself a slave. She was a pampered young lady at heart. The humiliation of the two years had almost worn away her
Proud, late at night, I feel deep pain in my bones, "I want to be the Prime Minister's wife, and I don't want to follow you up the ladder slowly. I need to reach the top in one step. This is my opportunity, and I won't give up."
Once she broke her skin, there was no turning back.
Di Qianao put his hand on his heart. The damn pain inside made him unable to breathe, "So you are determined to get married? The dragon bed can't hold you anymore, right?"