His frank words aroused Luo Changan's throbbing, which had been like death these days, and his breathing became a little tighter. It was obvious that he was cautious and threatened her, which was completely different from the one who used to rob her.
She was not sure herself, she didn't nod or refuse, it must have been an invitation.
He is so keen and well versed in people's psychology, he must have understood her hesitation.
Di Qianao saw a reserved look in her eyes. Her being able to do this was already the biggest concession, so he took the initiative to kiss her and pressed her lips, causing his slightly cold tongue to penetrate her deeply.
Tasting the sweetness in her mouth, I finally kissed her again after burning the token. It was as if I had found something lost in a lifetime, and I felt so cherished. It was hard-won.
His gentle movements slowly warmed Luo Changan's riddled heart, making her slowly relax. She climbed onto his neck, and under his guidance, she made some tentative responses.
He kissed her for a long time, and finally stopped touching the tip of her nose. His breathing was strong and rapid, but he did not occupy her body, because when he pressed against her knees, she tightened the resistance. He could not say that he was not discouraged, and he would
She was held in his arms, breathing extremely heavy. He rubbed her hair and said in a tight voice: "Waiting for you to accept me, baby."
***
Early morning at Changchun Palace.
The winter sun is sweet and warm.
The emperor finally stayed last night and slept with Luo Changan all night. After the lost kiss, he only gently hugged her to sleep. She finally slept peacefully for a night, but he didn't seem to sleep.
Next, I stared at her deeply by candlelight all night, as if I couldn't get enough of her. Maybe I was afraid that I would not sleep with my wife again for an unknown period of time, as I have been afraid for these years.
The reason why Luo Changan knew that he was not asleep was because she was haunted by nightmares in the middle of the night. She opened her eyes in a panic, and immediately looked into his warm eyes, while his hands gently patted her body.
Her frightened heart slowly calmed down before she gradually fell asleep again. Trust was built bit by bit under the opportunity that I needed you and you happened to be there.
She alone knows that she cares and cares about the emperor, but she has lost the throbbing of the past. It is like loving, loving, and no longer loving. She can live and die for him, go through fire and water for him, but her heart seems to be indifferent.
No matter what he did, she couldn't move anymore.
Aunt Mei and Eunuch Hai were very happy that day. They brought the washing water and clothes into the house. The smiles on their faces never disappeared. Empress, we stayed in the same house last night and didn't go our separate ways the night after. It's a good sign!
Di Qianao stood up and sat in front of the bronze mirror while Luo Changan combed his hair.
Di Qianao pinched his own dazzling black hairband and whispered: "My hairband... is broken."
Luo Changan cast her eyes on the elegant black hairband in his hand, which was intact, and she whispered: "It's not broken."
Di Qianao urged his true energy to the tips of his slender fingers, and scratched the hairband. It broke into several pieces and fell to the ground. He pursed his lips and smiled and said: "Now...it's broken."
Luo Changan managed to tie up his hair in a bun, and he was holding it in his hand to get the hair tie. While combing his hair, he was dissatisfied. Either the bun was tied too high, or it was tied low, and it was tangled left and right.
She let it be tied again.
She was so frustrated that she finally asked him if he wanted to wear two ponytails before going to court. His handsome face shrank and he cooperated a little and stopped being picky. Now he broke the hair tie again. It seemed like he was trying his best.
Stay with her for a while.
"I went to court with the emperor immediately. I spent two quarters of an hour just combing my hair."
Di Qianao coughed lightly, raised his hand and pinched a wide plain brocade hairband next to her hair, gently pulled the hairband from her bun, and her bun fell down, and he
The hairband was handed to her hand and she said: "I... am in a hurry, so I'll use your hairband to tie my hair first."
He was in a hurry and still manipulated her in various ways...!
Luo Changan was extremely helpless and had no other choice. It was too late to ask someone to go to the dragon's chamber to get a hair tie, so she tied his hair with her own plain brocade hair tie.
There was a smile of success on the corner of Di Qianao's mouth, as if he had obtained some unparalleled treasure, the Queen's headband.
Aunt Mei came into the room and said, "Reply to your Majesty, the two robes you made for Uncle Sun, the gatekeeper outside Jiudao Gate, have been sent to him. The Lord once got drunk and fell to Jiudao Gate, and he was the one who helped notify him.
Attendant, otherwise the Lord may freeze in the cold weather."
Luo Changan nodded, "I understand."
Di Qianao: "..."
The uncles who are the gatekeepers outside the Nine Gates all have clothes made by the Queen herself, but I don’t have any...?!
Luo Changan finished tying up Emperor Qianao's hair, helped him put on the clothes sewn by the Garment Bureau, and then planned to go to the Imperial Academy with Jinhe.
However, Di Qianao put his hand on the screen, blocking the Queen's way.
Luo Changan was startled and asked in confusion: "Is there anything else, Emperor?"
"When it comes to acrobatics..." Di Qian'ao said, his handsome face turned a little red, he coughed slightly, and then said, "Which one do you prefer, chest gravel or suspension wire?"
Luo Changan was completely stunned by the question. Hearing this meaning, which one did he like? Is the emperor planning to perform it himself or something else? She said without interest: "I don't like either one."
Di Qianao breathed a sigh of relief. If he really liked having his chest broken, I don't know what to do... Nighthawk's idea was not as good as Qiuyan's. He smiled and gently hugged her shoulders, "I'll give it to you."
How about reciting a poem?"
Luo Changan: "..."
Last night we sang the national anthem of the Eastern Ming Kingdom, and now we are walking on gravel, walking on a rope, and reciting poetry. Has the emperor... been lowered?
Luo Changan frowned and said, "Can you not listen? I...have something else to do."
Di Qianao said in a deep voice: "No."
Luo Changan sighed, "Then you can recite it."
Emperor Qian'ao's cheeks were still a little red, and he said in a deep voice: "I really appreciate Xiang Yu's "Gaixia Song". He is so powerful that he can conquer the world. When times are not good, his talents will not fade away. What can be done if his talents are not destined to fade away! How can Chang'an be so helpless!"
"
"You...recited the last sentence wrong. The last sentence of the overlord of Western Chu's death sentence should be Yu Xi Yu Xi Nai Ruo He." Luo Changan's cheeks felt a little hot. He held him in his arms and read the poem and changed the lyrics, but it was still the same.
It's quite disgusting, "The overlord is at the end of his road and doesn't know what to do with Yu Ji."
"The Overlord of Western Chu naturally doesn't know what to do with Yu Ji." Di Qianao smiled warmly, "But I don't know what to do with Chang'an. I didn't recite it wrong."
Haiyin reported at this time: "Emperor, Wu Shuye's clues have been traced. The Minister of Military and Aircraft is waiting for you in the study to discuss matters."
Di Qianao then calmed down his face and prepared to go to work on politics. He brushed Luo Changan's hair and said, "I'll come to see you after I finish my work."
However, Di Jinhe grabbed his father's sleeve and hesitated to speak. Di Qianao turned around and saw that his son seemed reluctant to leave him, so he knelt down and asked, "Do you have something to say to your father?"
Di Jinhe whispered: "Father, do you really not want us anymore?"
Di Qianao hurriedly touched his son's head and answered immediately to avoid being too slow and insincere: "Yes. I never don't."
Di Jinhe asked in a low voice: "Then why don't you take us back to the dragon's sleeping chamber. I want to go home, father."
"Okay, father and mother will discuss it." Di Qianao glanced at Luo Chang'an, and then whispered to Di Jinhe: "You... please help me to say good things to my father. I rely on you, son."
Di Jinhe nodded seriously: "Okay! Leave it to me!"
Seeing the father and son being particularly affectionate, Luo Changan's eyes felt hot. Seeing his back fading away, she felt uneasy in her heart. Every time he left, she felt a worried feeling just looking at his back. Every time he went through
Things must be full of dangers, and her heart is always worried. She knows that there will be a power struggle with him and the rebel party.
Then, Luo Changan handed Jinfeng to Aunt Mei, and then took Jinhe's hand and sent him to the Imperial College to study.
On the way, Di Jinhe's little face was not particularly happy. Luo Changan saw that the little guy had something on his mind, so he knelt down and asked, "What's wrong, honey? Why are you unhappy?"
"Queen mother...I..." Di Jinhe said, stopped, and then shook his head, "He'er is fine."
Luo Changan saw that his son's little face was wrinkled, he must have something on his mind, so he said warmly: "Tell your mother what happened."
"Mother, why are you and your father never together? He'er seldom dines with you and your father, and your father and you never send He'er to the Imperial Academy together." Di Jinhe said.
He lowered his head with red eyes.
Luo Changan looked at his three-year-old son, and recalled that in the past three or four years, he and the emperor had indeed spent less time together and more separation, and were exhausted from grudges and grudges. Although he cared about Jinhe Jinfeng, it seemed that when they were together with their children, they were really
It was too little, and she couldn't help but feel distressed, "My father is busy. When he has time, my mother will ask your father to accompany you and your brother, okay?"
Di Jinhe's eyes were red, "Other classmates said that their father and mother would play with them on the swings and raise a pony with them. He'er had never played on the swings with his father and mother.
, and we have never raised a foal together. Even if I deliberately painted an eagle on Taifu's face that time, the father and the queen did not appear together. Even when they criticized He'er, they were criticized separately. The queen first went to Changchun
The palace criticized him, and my father called He'er to the Dragon Palace to criticize him."
Luo Changan was so distressed that he immediately hugged the child and said warmly: "It turns out that it was because you wanted your father, the Queen, and the Queen to spend more time with you, so you naughtily painted the eagle on the Taifu's face. Mother knows it. I know it. We will be together from now on.
Criticizing you, no... The Queen Mother said that the Emperor Father and the Queen Mother will accompany you more in the future."
Di Jinhe then showed a smile, thought for a moment, and then said: "There is no need to criticize..."
Luo Changan smiled.
Di Jinhe whispered: "Mother, although my father has a stinking face, is not sweet in mouth, speaks very little, and has strange relationships with many aunts, but he is my father after all! ...Mother
, you understand that I am saying good things about my father, right?"
Luo Changan: "...I understand the basic meaning." But it seems to have some counter-effects.