"I don't know...Emperor, I...I don't know what I'm doing, I just don't allow you to leave."
Luo Changan's emotions were surging inside him, and he tried to calm himself down, but the trembling in his voice betrayed his current nervousness and confusion, and his words were illogical and almost arrogant.
"Is it interesting?" Di Qianao slowly grabbed her wrist and tried to pull her away from the door.
Luo Changan took advantage of the situation and grabbed his sleeve, then his hand, "I don't want you to go find Gongsun Ya."
"What do you mean?" Di Qian'ao felt her gentle force on his palm, and his arm froze.
"I...I feel uncomfortable too! I don't want you to see any woman other than me."
Luo Changan knew very well that the number one taboo of women in the palace was jealousy. This was the etiquette and prison imposed on women by men under the system of polygamy and multiple concubines.
However, Luo Changan received her father's enlightened education since she was a child, and grew up in a loving living environment of her parents. She believed in her heart that a pair of people for the rest of their lives was the normal human relationship between husband and wife.
And her understanding is undoubtedly an anomaly in the current era, and she is a lunatic. She also knows that her theory will not work for the leader of a country, but now that the matter has come to this, she even dares to betray him, let alone speak.
He arrogantly wanted to monopolize him.
"You can get married, but I can't see any woman other than you. You would be..."
"Yes, I have a very messed up view on emotions. I am in two different situations. Even I hate myself! But, I am jealous. I can't control my jealousy of the woman around you!"
After saying that, Luo Changan stood up on tiptoes and kissed Di Qianao's cold lips, so much so that she had a primitive desire to conquer him and make him belong only to her.
Deep down in her heart she hoped that her reason would jump out and suppress her instincts.
She knew that there would be no result between her and him, but deep down she knew more than ever that she longed to be close to him.
The soft touch on Di Qianao's lips instantly ignited a cluster of flames in Di Qianao's body, and quickly swept through his body like a prairie fire. He grabbed the back of Luo Changan's head and stared at her in disbelief, "You know you
What are you doing?"
"I know what I'm doing. Obviously, I'm kissing you!" Luo Changan's face turned red as he slowly untied his belt, and even reached into his lapel to pull up his coat.
He lowered his shoulders and said, "Just say goodbye and leave some memories for me."
Di Qianao's breathing became tight. Before the situation became uncontrollable, he held down her hand that almost wiped out his sanity. His voice was tinged with forbearance, "Luo Changan, there is no way I can do this in such a situation."
I'll do it with you."
Her attitude of saying goodbye forever made him angry.
Her request was very clear. Di Qianao was a mature man and could not remain unmoved. However, he believed that this matter was a resonance of the unity of spirit and body, rather than a tool for saying goodbye.
Luo Changan was completely rejected. This was the first time she took the initiative and was rejected without any suspense. It seemed that it was a fallacy for a woman to pursue a man with a veil, at least it would be of no use to him.
Her rationality suddenly came back, and she was sweating through her clothes because of her disobedient behavior. She lowered her head, moved to the side, and got out of the way.
"I was offended just now. Your tears... made me forget myself. I'm sorry."
Di Qian'ao arranged his collar to perfection, tied the top button, and said in a deep voice: "I will give you two months to think clearly about whether you want me or him."
***
After the next day.
Di Qianao never came back to Dragon Sleeping Room again, nor even set foot on the land of Dragon Sleeping Room.
The relationship between Luo Changan and Di Qianao has reached a freezing point.
Luo Changan began to suffer from insomnia for a long time, opening his eyes all night long until dawn. There was also a slight noise in the courtyard, so he ran to the door barefoot without even putting on shoes. After opening the door, every time in the courtyard,
If there is no one there, she will be disappointed and return.
At this time, Aunt Mei would put on her coat and say warmly: "The emperor is staying in the imperial study room again today. Chang'an, the emperor has been busy with state affairs recently. It's time for you to close your eyes and sleep for a while. Don't wait any longer."
At the same time, Luo Changan would meet Murong Jue by chance in various alleyways in the palace during the day, expressing his joy that he was about to marry him.
Luo Changan's two personalities were split.
She was so sleepless because of Di Qianao that she stared at the roof waiting for dawn.
She was having an affair with her enemy for revenge, saying things she didn't mean, and thinking about her next plan.
A splitting headache.
From time to time, some news about Emperor Qianao and Gongsunya came out in the palace. It was said that Gongsunya served tea to the emperor five times a day, without interruption for a month, without stopping.
The news that the emperor was about to get married quietly spread in the palace.
Because of the cold war between Di Qianao and Luo Changan, the main personnel of Longshen were divided into two groups, divided by gender. On one side were Aunt Mei and Xiaotao's "Meitao Gang" who supported Luo Changan unconditionally.
On one side is Nighthawk, Haiyin's "Yehai Gang" who unconditionally supports Di Qianao.
For a month, the struggle between the two factions has not stopped for a day. The main manifestations are that they do not speak to each other when they meet on opposite sides, and if there is an occasion where they have to speak, they teach non-party people to pass the message; and the pastries made by Aunt Mei and Xiao Tao deliberately do not make Haiyin.
Haiyin and Nighthawk deliberately refused to help Aunt Mei and Xiaotao lift heavy objects such as tables and chairs and stood by silently.
The struggle intensified and almost reached fever pitch.
Until, the two groups discovered that Luo Changan was making clothes and making dumplings in silence; making clothes and making dumplings; still making clothes and making dumplings.
The two factions temporarily suspended the cold war. Aunt Mei and Hai Yin, the two gang leaders, had a cordial and friendly meeting to discuss whether they needed to buy a larger wardrobe and open two larger icehouses to store dumplings.
It turns out that Luo Changan has made more than 20 sets of clothes, dozens of pairs of boots, and clothes and shoes for all seasons for Di Qianao these days, which are enough for him to wear for many years.
In addition, she also made hundreds of three-fresh dumplings and froze them in the ice cellar. He liked to eat the dumplings she made, so she made hundreds of them and froze them so that he could eat them whenever he wanted.
Aunt Mei and Haiyin looked at the several ice cellars in the Dragon Palace filled with chubby dumplings, while Luo Changan was still wrapping them day and night; the wardrobe was filled with new clothes and boots, and Luo Changan was still wrapping them day and night.
Worked on it day and night.
"Hai Yin, isn't the emperor coming back today? It's been more than a month, and he hasn't come back even once? If he doesn't come back, the Dragon Palace will be surrounded by dumplings, clothes and shoes."
"Luo Changan makes clothes and makes dumplings every day, as if he was making arrangements for the funeral. Is the emperor in the mood to come back, and won't he be angry when he comes back? I taught her to think about who to choose for two months, but in the end, it was obvious to her that she didn't choose the emperor!"
Haiyin sighed, "Imagine the emperor's expression when he saw the dumplings and clothes. She gave herself to others, and the emperor got a bunch of dumplings?"
"You can't say that Chang'an doesn't have an emperor in his heart. If there really is no emperor, how can I make clothes or make dumplings? I don't know how much my hands have been worn and soaked." Mei Guan was helpless.
Haiyin said bluntly: "Believe me, what the emperor wants is not dumplings and clothes. How many clothes she makes and how many dumplings she makes are not as good as her saying "I choose you. Are you right?"
Aunt Mei: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Haiyin coughed lightly and said, "How about we make peace? A cold war or something like that would be totally harmful. It would also be very harmful to the skin. You can see that Nighthawk even broke out in pimples."
"That's fine. We need to unite. Dijun and Chang'an see that we are such a good team and they can't bear to split, right." Aunt Mei smiled sheepishly, "There is Tremella and Lotus Seed Soup in the small kitchen, would you like some?"