Di Qianao slowly stretched out his hand to Luo Changan's green card, I am the emperor, I can do anything!!!!
Haiyin screamed in her heart: Little princess! Little princess! Little princess! I just want the little princess! Please! Turn the sign over and put it back on the tray! Hurry to announce the decree!
Di Qianao held the green-headed card in his hand for a moment, gently stroking the edge. For some reason, he couldn't feel it anymore, so he put the green-headed card back face down.
Haiyin said anxiously: "It's called flipping when the side is changed from bottom to up!... If it's wrong, can you flip it again?"
Di Qian'ao pushed the tray away irritably and said in a cold voice: "Put the wine in the Shuixie Pavilion. I feel more comfortable drinking while watching the carp than looking at her brand! I said no more, it's the imperial edict of Jingkou Yuyan!"
Seeing that the tray was pushed far away, Haiyin did not dare to persuade him any more, and was busy placing delicacies and drinks in the waterside pavilion surrounded by streams.
Di Qianao sat on the railing and felt that the small cup was too slow to drink and he could not get drunk in time to survive the long night, so he drank directly from the thin-mouthed wine bottle.
A few bottles of wine passed through his intestines, and he was already intoxicated.
Hai Yinsheng was afraid that he would fall into the stream, so he protected him from both sides, "Drink less, you must drink less, my ancestors."
Di Qianao said with red eyes: "Do you think I can't live without her? I...have wine, I...have wine!"
Suffering from wine can make you drunk, but it does not solve the true sorrow.
Haiyin saw that something was wrong and missed his empress. He couldn't let go and couldn't lose face, so he took the time to run to Changchun Palace. When he saw the queen peeling oranges for the second prince, he hurriedly said: "The emperor is drunk in the water pavilion."
I fell into the carp pond!"
"...What should we do?" Luo Changan was startled, and his heart was twisted. He thought he would be a widow for the rest of his life, but now he really has to be a widow. "Has he been rescued?!"
Haiyin said anxiously: "No! It's sunk to the bottom. Madam, please go and have a look! It's too late and your hair will start to float!"
"Sinking to the bottom?! Soak your hair?!" Luo Changan was immediately frightened. He put the half-peeled orange on the table, handed Jinfeng to Aunt Mei, and then followed Haiyin to Shuixie Pavilion.
Di Qianao drank a few more rounds, and walked towards the Shuixie Pavilion wine table with empty steps. He was going to get another wine bottle to refill his drink. Unexpectedly, he was already so drunk that he was half-lying there, leaning against the railing.
, his drunken eyes were half-closed, his breathing was tight, and he missed his old self like crazy.
Yang Qingling had just finished reciting Buddhist scriptures with the Queen Mother and was passing by the waterside pavilion when she saw the emperor lying alone and drunk beside the railing. However, he saw that the man's collar was slightly open and the skin underneath was looming, and he couldn't help but feel fascinated.
"Brother, why is there no one to take care of me? I'm left alone, so pitiful!" Yang Qingling held Di Qianao's arm, and felt that the texture was tight and slender, and her fingertips were hurting.
It was too strong, so she longed for it. In addition, Jinshang was drunk and confused at this time, and he was attracted by the stunning beauty. She was fascinated, "Qingling will help you into the pavilion... rest."
Di Qianao rubbed his painful forehead and could only faintly hear someone talking, but he didn't know who it was for the moment, so he helped her into the pavilion and sat on a chair.
"It's uncomfortable to sleep in the thick clothes made by Qingling. Qingling should help brother take off his coat." Yang Qingling said, then she reached out to Di Qianao's collar button and unbuttoned it.
Di Qianao opened his cold eyes and looked at the person in front of him. He saw that it was his aunt's sister, Miss Yang, and found that she was unbuttoning his buttons. He felt deeply offended and waved her away with the wind of his palm.
His voice was hoarse in his drunkenness, "It's you."
When Yang Qingling heard his voice, she felt her bones go numb. She immediately knelt down at Di Qianao's feet, bravely took off her clothes and moved them to her shoulders. There was a thin belt hanging around her neck, which seemed to be ready to fall off at any time.
, the emperor’s favor is an honor.
Yang Qingling said emotionally: "Brother, Qingling feels sorry for you. Others don't know that she feels sorry for you, but Qingling understands. Qingling doesn't seek fame, status, or identity, and she doesn't even need her brother to take responsibility. She just wants to relieve her brother for a moment...
lonely."
She felt that just feeding him the medicine once and seeing the outline of his figure through her underwear was not enough to dispel the fantasy.
When Di Qianao heard this, he immediately became angry, "Put on your clothes!"
"Qingling doesn't want it!" Yang Qingling took hold of Di Qianao's sleeve and begged: "I like you, brother, why bother wasting the night? You can enjoy yourself in time."
Di Qianao stroked his heart and said angrily: "I am your brother! Your father should see how unsatisfactory you are right now!"
"Brother Dijun!" Yang Qingling's face turned red with embarrassment when she heard this.
Di Qianao said sternly: "Your father has made great contributions to me in the front hall. It is thanks to him and Nalan Xiu that we are in Dali Temple. Don't embarrass him!"
Yang Qingling started crying, "I...I just want to relieve your worries for a moment and share your worries."
"It turns out that you were very honest when you memorized my autographed poems that day. You said you memorized twelve poems and forgot three. I think you are naive, so I am a little more tolerant of you than others." Di Qianao paused slightly and said,
Then he added: "That day you went to the imperial study to complain that your sister-in-law stole someone. Yesterday you replaced her and said you took care of me all night. Any good impression was ruined!"
"Qing Ling is not there! Brother misunderstood Qing Ling!" Yang Qingling refused to admit it, "My brother only told Qing Ling about my sister-in-law's whereabouts that day. Later, after my sister-in-law Ming returned to her parents' home, Qing Ling did take care of you... for half an hour.
"
Di Qianao slowly untied the clothes sewn by Yang Qingling, "Take your clothes and crawl out while I save your face! After wearing this clothes for a day, eight people said it looks ugly. You should use your thoughts."
I said on the female celebrity page that I would show you someone, so why bother with evil intentions!"
As Di Qian'ao spoke, he had already unbuttoned all the buttons on his coat, then with some urgency and anger, he took off the clothes and threw them to the ground.
At this moment, there was a bang and the door was pushed open by Luo Changan from the outside.
As far as Luo Changan could see, Yang Qingling was half-naked at the feet of Emperor Qianao, asking for sex, while the emperor, who was above him, eagerly took off his shirt and threw it away. Luo Changan couldn't help but think of that day when he went there.
The return kiss was so desperate that I threw away my clothes, cloak, and documents.
Luo Changan's eyebrows moved but he said nothing, unable to distinguish between happiness and anger.
When Di Qianao heard the door open, he saw his wife standing by the door. She caught him on the spot. He was already angry because he missed his old man, but now he saw his old man coming, but he was waiting here.
When the situation came to an end, it was suddenly angry, irritable, and a mess.
He thought to himself, Luo Changan will definitely run back to her parents' home crying again! Then I will go and beg her to come back and give her a good hug! It's boring to make the same mistake again!
Run! Never chase!
However, Luo Changan did not run away crying, but forced Feng Xue into the room, and asked softly with a half-smile: "Didn't you say... that you don't want to see her?"
Di Qian'ao's mind was so sharp that he immediately heard that the little thing was repeating the sentence patterns he used when he questioned her that day in Bu Pavilion, and he felt that it was a little more fresh.
When he met Xiao Yu that day, what he said was: Didn't you say... never see him again?
Di Qianao felt his interest aroused. He leaned on the desk and locked eyes with her with half-lidded drunken eyes. He followed the same pattern as her answer at that time: "Aren't you... in Changchun Palace?"