When Luo Changan heard Jinhe's name, her heart softened and her body trembled. She didn't care that she had a high fever. She walked to the door with a somewhat shaky step and opened the door. There was snow falling outside. Luo Changan felt sorry for her child.
He immediately said: "Come in quickly."
When Di Jinhe saw his mother, the joy on his little face was undisguised. The yearning for his mother was truly revealed on the baby's face, and his little hands were frantically looking for his mother.
Luo Changan burst into tears instantly, her lips trembled a little, she nodded her chin at Di Qianao, then she showed a joyful smile, stretched out her hand to hold her infant son in her arms, and her heart instantly felt at ease: "Jinhe,
Mother’s hibiscus.”
"I'm hungry. I've been thinking about you all night." Di Qian'ao said softly without using personal pronouns.
The tips of Luo Changan's ears felt a little pink.
Di Qianao locked her tightly and said, "Feed him."
"Yeah." Luo Changan lowered his head and looked deeply at Jinhe.
The little guy kept his face locked on hers. He was happier than before and even laughed out loud. This was the first time Jinhe laughed out loud. In the past, he had always laughed silently. This innocent laughter
, this expression that regarded Luo Changan as everything to him made Luo Changan so distressed that his eyes blurred with tears in an instant.
Luo Changan buried the conflict between the adults for the time being, and his voice became even more speechless. He only bowed slightly to the emperor and quickly carried the aggrieved Emperor Jinhe, who was whimpering, back into the house.
Di Qianao also slowly walked into the room. Luo Changan sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn't help but be a little stunned when he came in. Jinhe was babbling in her arms. She didn't care anymore and turned her eyes to Jinhe, comforting her softly.
.
"I'm far away, over there, relax, I won't do anything to you." Di Qianao sat on the chair, picked up the book on the bookshelf, and flipped through it. There was nothing written in the book.
I can't stand it anymore, all I can think of is Luo Changan's aggrieved and tearful expression, like a frustrated little daughter-in-law, and I feel heartbroken to death.
Luo Changan turned sideways and pulled up the bedside to avoid any suspicion. Breastfeeding in front of the Holy Emperor was somewhat immodest. Di Jinhe was so hungry that he took a long gulp of water. As he emptied one side, Luo Changan
Chang'an's chest pain eased a lot, and he subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.
Di Qian'ao heard her voice of relief and clenched the pages of the book a little tighter.
Luo Changan planned to switch sides and continue feeding the child. Unexpectedly, the little boy was already full, sleepy and tired, and fell asleep contentedly. Luo Changan did not force-feed him, but pinched his son's little face lovingly. He was so cute, and he liked it so much.
She couldn't get enough of it. Jinhe had suffered a lot last night. He was so homeless and was so homeless. As a mother, she couldn't bear it. Fortunately, Jinhe was back by her side now.
Aunt Mei took Jinhe over, and the Queen Mother's people outside were all armed and urging her to hand over the child.
Luo Changan was greatly shocked, and his soft heart felt as if he had been stabbed in the chest again. It turned out that it was not the emperor who made the decision to return Jinhe to her. He only brought the child here to breastfeed, and he was using her as waste. They were simply...
.Incomprehensible.
Di Qianao said softly: "He will come back at noon."
Luo Chang'an's hand that was holding the infant child slowly loosened his grip. He didn't say anything or make any fuss. He was surprisingly quiet. Aunt Mei felt very distressed.
Aunt Mei sent the sleeping Jinhe out and came back to check the lapel of Luo Changan's clothes who looked disappointed, and said worriedly: "Why don't you ask a doctor to come over and help you deal with it. If you delay it, you will be in trouble if the fever does not go away."
Luo Changan felt that it was not appropriate to say this now, so he whispered: "It doesn't matter, let's talk about it later."
Di Qianao put the book on the table, looked in the direction of Luo Changan, and asked Aunt Mei, "What's wrong?"
Aunt Mei said: "The prince hasn't eaten all day and night, and Chang'an has a high fever. It needs to be relieved quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome if it ulcerates. Unfortunately, Jinhe has a small appetite, so he only ate one side, and the queen has more money."
"Aunt Mei..." Luo Changan scolded softly, saying everything he should and shouldn't say.
Aunt Mei said in a deep voice: "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. The Emperor happens to be here, so it's okay not to find a doctor."
Luo Changan was speechless: "..."
Di Qianao nodded and told Aunt Mei, "You can go out."
"Yes." Aunt Mei leaned over and went down.
Di Qianao walked towards Luo Changan. Luo Changan raised his eyes and fell into his deep eyes. He was inexplicably timid and subconsciously stood up to avoid it.
Di Qianao wrapped his hands around her waist and pushed her onto the bed.
Her breath was filled with the familiar aroma of ambergris from his body. He pinched her two delicate wrists and pressed them on top of her head. Her skin, which was like gelatin, instantly turned red from the hold. He touched her hot forehead and looked at her with his eyes.
The fabric of her discomfort.
Feeling his gaze, Luo Changan struggled hard, and his hands almost escaped from his shackles, but he pressed hard on his head again.
"Continue to resist me!" He looked into her eyes, crushing her with an absolute advantage in strength, "Continue to escape from my grasp! Luo Chang'an, are you willing to do so?"
Luo Changan couldn't move under him, and said with a blushing face: "You are not allowed to look, and you are not allowed to..."
"What's wrong?" Di Qian'ao asked knowingly, "Why do you only say half a sentence?"
"I won't tell you." Luo Changan's eyes were red with anxiety, and he was so ashamed that he was covered in red and ripe cherries under his aggressive gaze.
"Does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt much." She frowned in pain.
Di Qianao came to her ear with heavy breathing, and said faintly: "Be good, I will help you..."
Luo Changan took a deep breath when he heard this, "No... no need..."
Afterwards, Di Qianao breathed heavily and kissed Luo Changan's lips, mingling with her lips and tongue. She felt that she had no self and would always be controlled by him, and she was annoyed that she was powerless. She only heard him say softly: "Okay.
Already..."
Luo Changan was afraid of the strong emotion in his body. She couldn't even breathe. She finally trembled in his arms and sobbed softly, "Didn't you just say something wrong to me..."
Di Qian'ao felt her body tremble with fear. He tried to calm down and let go of her wrist. But did he just say that he would not do anything to her...
Luo Changan quickly packed up his clothes, embarrassed to look across from him.
"Do you feel better?" Di Qianao pinched her chin, gently rolled her throat and swallowed the slightly sweet saliva. He had not touched her for nearly a year since she was pregnant, and it was difficult to stop.
Force yourself to calmly and seriously ask: "Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore." Luo Changan shook his head. Although what he just did was extremely taboo, he did relieve her troubles.
Di Qianao took a cold towel and put it on her forehead, "I will instruct someone to prescribe some antipyretic medicine later."
"I won't take the medicine anymore. It's not good for the child. You said it, Jinhe will come again..." She was full of hope in the second half of the sentence.
Di Qianao said softly: "Get some sleep."
"Go back." Luo Changan was indeed dizzy. In addition, he was alone in a strange place last night and basically didn't sleep all night.
She planned to close her eyes and refuse to communicate with him, but she actually fell asleep when she closed her eyes. She didn't know how long she had been asleep. When she opened her eyes again, Di Qianao was still beside the bed, his eyes locked on her.
After sleeping I felt much lighter.
Outside, Xiao Yu's voice was heard, "Sister Chang'an, have you packed up? Let's leave immediately and go see the shops. You and Liu Qin can reopen the cloth shop together. I think there are some shops that are good and worth your time."
Go and have a look.”
Haiyin immediately said: "Xiao Shaodong's house, Liu Qin said he would take you to visit his back garden. Go and find him in the back! The birds on his tree can fly!"
Xiao Yu: "...Okay." I know who is in the room. Wasn't he dumped by Chang'an? Why did he find him so quickly...
When Di Qian'ao heard that Xiao Yu had come to ask Luo Chang'an for a trip, he frowned visibly.
Luo Changan looked at Di Qianao, "Jinhe was always making trouble last night, right? Did you just have this meal yesterday?"
"Well, let's spend the night." Di Qianao looked into her eyes and replied, "I can't live without you."
"How can a baby who has just given birth be separated from his mother?"
"When I say I can't live without you, I don't just mean your children."
Luo Changan suddenly felt very tired. In the middle was the Queen Mother, his quasi-empress and the Sixth Courtyard of the Three Palaces. She didn't want to talk more. Every word weighed as much as a thousand pounds and she didn't want to touch it. "How do you plan to use me?"
"Come here to eat three times a day." Di Qian'ao said softly. Luo Changan lowered his eyes and said nothing. He added: "I mean Jinhe."
"I...I know it's Jinhe. Don't say such frivolous words. I handed over my resignation letter. You no longer have the status to say this." Luo Changan's ears felt hot, and she sighed softly. She said this three times in one day.
Jinhe was taken away from her, and she experienced the same pain of separation three times a day, which made her feel numb, but at the same time, she breathed a sigh of relief because she could see her child every day, a grassroots sadness.
Di Qianao said patiently, "No identity? No...husband's identity?"
"I'm going out to do something." Luo Changan didn't want to talk in depth.
"No need to go. Let Xiao Yu go back." Di Qianao strangled her wrist and said in a deep voice: "What kind of shop you want, I will buy it for you. Please tell me in detail what my identity is now."