Chapter 19 The harem spreads his habit of flipping the ninth card
"Come and sit down." After Di Qianao took stock of her injuries, his eyes darkened, and his usually cold voice became a bit softer.
"Okay." Luo Changan stood up obediently and walked towards a short stool beside Di Qianao. Their status was very different and they were destined not to sit on equal footing. She consciously chose to sit low so as not to offend his authority.
After taking only two steps, I felt my waist tighten, and then my whole body was lifted up in the air and placed on Di Qianao's lap, "Luo Changan, just now you looked at me with pitiful eyes on the palace road, now I am being
You have attracted me, but you have distanced yourself from me. Chu and Han will not invade each other. If you want to refuse, you will welcome me. Isn't that interesting? This is what happens between us."
There is an inexplicable feeling of intimacy between these four words between us.
Luo Changan's ears instantly turned red, and he struggled subconsciously: "Put me down."
"What, you got angry from shame? Didn't you feel aggrieved and uncomfortable just now when you saw me conferring Yuzhu a beauty? She beat you, but I praised her and rewarded her. You blame me and you want to beat me and scold me, right?" Di Qianao held her hand.
Looking at Luo Changan's shoulders, his cold eyes looked at Luo Changan with contempt.
Luo Changan was startled. Now he calls himself me, not me. At this moment, he is the cold man who takes over her body every night.
But why, he could punish her because of other women, and at the same time he needed her to admit that she was sad and cared.
Simply authoritarian!
"I have no right to do this. I am just a vulgar bed-warming maid. I have no right to blame you, let alone beat you and scold you. The only thing I can't figure out is that even if it is a dog, it will still have some irritation after being raised for a long time.
Emotions. How can the emperor be so heartless? In front of outsiders, it's like he doesn't know his slaves." Luo Changan continued to struggle, feeling so uncomfortable that he couldn't breathe. "Isn't it that the emperor is ashamed to let others know about the emperor and his love?
What about things between slaves and maids?"
Luo Changan didn't know what it felt like, as if he couldn't see the light. If someone else was grateful, it would be a happy event. But for her, because she was just a bed-warming maid and a tool, she couldn't get on the stage.
She thought for a moment and realized that it must be because she didn't get what she wanted. This man was too shrewd and it was extremely difficult to take the bait, which brought her a huge sense of frustration.
Yes, this must be a feeling of frustration. The frustration made her eyes sore.
Di Qianao said in a deep voice: "I don't think my relationship with you is a shame."
"Then why does the emperor seem to not recognize me in front of outsiders?"
"This is best for you."
Luo Changan was startled and frowned in confusion. What's best for her? What's best for her is to give her identity, status, and honor, instead of hiding, ignoring, and suppressing her temperament!
Luo Changan's eyes were red with all kinds of emotions.
"Cry, Luo Changan, I like to see you cry. Only when you cry can you grow."
Luo Changan stubbornly refused to let the tears fall from her eyes. She clenched her teeth and remained stalemate. Sitting on his lap was like sitting in a restricted area. She did not dare to move any more. She sat there with her back stiff and her eyes open.
He was red and stared at Di Qianao with shame.
"Sit down obediently and don't move. I'll help you apply the medicine first." Di Qianao pinched Luo Changan's chin and said coldly: "If you move it again, it means that like me, you can no longer control it, and the emotions in your heart are beyond control.
tidy."
Luo Changan's face turned red as blood and he sat motionless, like a little animal pretending to be docile, "I didn't."
"You have." Di Qianao wiped Luo Changan's wound with cotton cloth, his movements were exceptionally gentle.
"I really don't."
"impossible."
"..." Luo Changan was greatly surprised. Are all the emperors so conceited?
She admitted that she was always thinking about him...the power in his hands. But that didn't mean that she wasn't thinking about doing this or that with him all the time.
Even the sting of alcohol was counteracted by his gentle movements.
His handsome face slowly enlarged, and finally his lips gently pressed on her wound, lingering softly on her wound.
The numb pain awakened ripples in Luo Changan's lower abdomen, and the unfamiliar emotion frightened her. She instinctively retreated, and Di Qianao's palm suddenly pressed on her back to prevent her from escaping.
He had never done this before. In the past, he would go straight to the subject simply and crudely. At the moment, he was gently rubbing her as if appreciating an ancient jade, and her body softened for the most part.
"Luo Changan, is this the gentleness that Cang Miao mentioned that you need?"
Di Qianao was not questioning or sarcastic, but was asking seriously and sincerely, and she felt respected.
However, how can such a man who supports his concubines show respect to his slaves...
Luo Changan was in a trance, almost lost in this affectionate tenderness, and his voice was a little blurry, "I...I don't know what you are talking about."
There was a somewhat satisfied smile on the end of Di Qianao's lips, and he liked her charming reaction. She was very well-behaved and honest.
Luo Changan suddenly sobered up a little. He was an emperor with many wives and concubines. How could he be such an affectionate person?
He must be so gentle towards his wives and concubines.
Luo Changan turned his cheek away quickly, keeping a distance from his tenderness that confused her, "Emperor, did you treat Yuzhu so tenderly just now? Kiss me or Yuzhu, which one tastes better? Emperor, is it Yuzhu or not?
Is there any way to make you happy?"
Di Qianao narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "I didn't kiss Yuzhu."
Luo Changan smiled bitterly, "Then this slave should be happy and proud, because the emperor kissed the slave first. Moreover, the emperor's immediate reaction is that he will also want the slave. Then he will ask for the beauty with jade beads. Right."
"Luo Changan!" Di Qianao frowned in displeasure, "In your mind, am I such an animal with lower body thinking?"
Luo Changan opened his eyes and said in a weak voice: "I didn't talk about the upper body, nor the lower body. The three thousand beauties in the emperor's harem must all be sincerely loved. The emperor thinks with his head, not his lower body."
"Luo Changan, what are you thinking about every day?" Di Qianao's hand was on her slender waist, "I just sleep with women every day when I don't do my job. Is that what you think?"
Luo Changan lowered his head and said nothing. In this situation, not speaking was a kind of acquiescence. During the day, he was busy with government affairs. And at night, didn't he just turn over the cards for fun? There was a rumor in the harem that he was used to turning over the nine cards.
Di Qianao's expression turned very bad, "Stop your imagination!"
Luo Changan was shaken and stared at Di Qianao innocently.
At this moment, Hai Yin's voice sounded outside the door.
"Emperor, Princess Zhumei has finished bathing, wrapped up in a quilt and sent her to the wing of the Hydrangea Palace to wait for you."