Luo Changan dealt with it carefully, waiting for Emperor Qianao to enter the house. To be precise, he entered her house, but...Jiuxi Palace belongs to him, and it seems reasonable for him to enter any house, and she does not live up to expectations.
She was missing him and wanted to be close to him, so she helped pour a cup of tea and handed it to him, saying respectfully: "Emperor, please have tea."
Di Qianao glanced at her fingers holding the rim of the teacup, then waved his hand to teach Haiyin to step back, "You go down."
"Yes." Haiyin's heart was agitated. Is this... about to take someone in? Aren't you afraid of fraud? Emperor, I can protect you to prevent this woman from molesting you, but he looks like the emperor is trying to harm you.
He looked like he was donating money for free, and he couldn't stop him. There was nothing he could do about it. He hurriedly bowed and backed out, closing the door. The last time the emperor was so determined to sacrifice his life was when the queen was here.
Luo Changan saw that there were only two people left in the room, and they couldn't recognize each other through masks. He felt bitter in his heart. But he saw that his thin lips were pale and there were blue marks under his eyes. Did he suffer from some illness in the past six months? Was his life unsatisfactory? Or?
Are there too many women... too much? Oh, I'm so angry.
The dim candlelight was swaying, and the atmosphere was a bit confusing.
Di Qian'ao looked at her. If it weren't for her surname Shen, if it weren't for the huge difference in her voice, and if my confidant Si Liang, the head of the shadow guard, hadn't personally told me that the queen was dead, he would have thought she was back. Si Liang is like my clone, trustworthy.
He couldn't lie to himself, he did have feelings for Miss Shen.
Luo Changan held the tea cup for a moment, his hands were a little sore, and he didn't have the courage to look him in the eye. Things changed after he came back. It was quite strange for him that the harem filled up so quickly.
In addition, her appearance, which had always been his favorite, was also ruined. He said that she was the most beautiful, and she was always stunning no matter how many times he saw her. She could never see enough. She did not dare to let him see her current terrifying appearance. She knew that she was connected
After meeting Qiuyan, he will know that she is back within a few days.
But...at the moment, I dare not show it to him.
It doesn't matter whoever sees her like this, but she just doesn't dare to show it to him.
She has become so ugly. But he is still so handsome and handsome. His new concubine is also more beautiful than her.
I miss him so much, even more after seeing him. I miss him from the bottom of my heart.
She was so afraid to face him. He filled the harem, and her backbone told her that she should hate him, but she couldn't lie to herself, she still loved him deeply. No matter if he had other women or not, she loved him miserably, as if she had been in love with him all her life.
She has never been so determined before, she is hopeless!
Di Qian'ao went to take the tea cup from her hand. She thought he would pinch the bottom of the cup, but unexpectedly he grabbed her wrist. Her wrist was injured and it hurt from his grip. He didn't hold back, obviously he didn't care about her.
He was disgusted and must have thought that she was not a good person. He said slowly: "Tell me, is your real surname Shen?"
Luo Changan felt a huge shock in his heart. He almost grabbed the straw, threw himself into his arms and cried with his arms around him. He hadn't seen his husband for half a year.
But with anger and a strong sense of inferiority, she was afraid to face the way he looked at the scars on her face.
With his status, is it okay to have a disfigured woman by his side all year round, accompanying him to various state banquets and large-scale sacrificial occasions?
And are you ready to return to the harem full of flowers and accept the mocking looks from the Queen Mother, Yang Qingling, the noble concubine, and other concubines?
Obviously, she was unprepared, and she was completely discouraged. It was as if she had hit rock bottom. Except for Aunt Mei's hatred to support her, she would really fall.
"Yes. My surname is Shen." Luo Changan said in a rough voice, his brows furrowed, maybe he was disgusted by the voice.
The smile on the corner of Di Qianao's mouth was astringent but fleeting. His surname was Shen.
If she were my queen, she would miss me terribly. How could she be willing to hide me when she came back? After all, he was just imagining it again. He imagined that the queen would come back not just once or twice. However, there is no trace of the queen in this world.
There are countless orioles and swallows around me, but I am so lonely.
"The eternal palace lantern of Changchun Palace can be seen in Chang'an City. Have you seen it?"
"Saw."
"Now that you have seen it, you can get a glimpse of my thoughts towards the people in the Changchun Palace. Today you rescued the imperial concubine, I... thank you again in person."
"Didn't you thank me during the day?" Luo Changan endured the pain in his stomach and pointed to the big bow on the wall, "Where is the royal bow and arrows. The daughter of the people has deeply understood your thoughts towards the people in Changchun Palace. I thanked you in person at night. , it’s just...more profound.”
Di Qianao nodded and asked again: "Has your throat been injured? Your brother told you the cause of the injury. Please tell me again and let me see if it is correct?"
The wound on Luo Changan's wrist was torn apart by his grip, and blood slowly oozed from the gauze. The blood on her lips gradually drained away, and her eyebrows were frowned, but she did not cry out in pain. He came to question her, but He said calmly: "When I was a child, I had a high fever and burned my throat."
"That's right." Di Qianao half-smiled, "Evidently it's either true, or it was fabricated early in the morning and they formed a gang to deceive me."
"It's true." Luo Changan said softly. He... the city was too deep, so she was not surprised.
Di Qianao pulled her forward a little, and the line of her clothes touched his knees, and the throbbing feeling spread along with the heavy rain in the south.
She hurriedly stopped, but he didn't use his strength. He gently pulled her between his legs, and the distance was immediately close. His whole body was enveloped by his cold and powerful oppression, as if he was being captured alive.
Luo Changan's breathing became tighter. He had the familiar ambergris and strong medicinal smell on his body, as if he had been taking some medicine for a long time.
"Miss Shen, are you married? Brother Ling also told you about your marital status." Di Qianao said, with murderous intent in his eyes, "If your words don't match up to brother Ling, you will lose your head."
Luo Changan was startled. She and Shen Qingchuan did not arrange this scene, and she thought that Shen Qingchuan would not mention his marriage status in front of the emperor for no reason, which meant that the emperor was deceiving her. Maybe the emperor also had a grudge against Shen Qingchuan, she said quietly Said: "Already married."
"You're married... Then it's inappropriate to hold your hand." Di Qian'ao loosened his slender fingers from her wrist without any clothes, and his hand felt like an old friend's. The tentacles were soft and delicate. It seems ironic that he loves to be clean, but he is just an impatient man.
He pushed her two steps out from between his legs, took the tea in her hand, and took a sip, "Where is your husband's job?"
Luo Changan said solemnly: "He is dead."
As soon as Di Qianao took a sip of tea, he almost choked when he heard these three words. He kept calm and suppressed the relief in his heart caused by the loss of his husband and being alone. The second woman who made him have physical impulses, he deeply Tortured, self-blaming and unable to control himself, he was criminally curious, "...when did you die?"
"He just died yesterday!" Luo Changan thought, when she saw him and his new concubine walking out of the boat at the ferry in Chang'an City, her contract with him was completely dead.
Di Qianao: "..." I died as soon as I asked.
Luo Changan: "..."
They were all quiet.
Di Qianao was drinking tea quietly.
Luo Changan stood on the edge of the chair with his chin hanging down, leaning his thin body on the back of the chair. His waist was slender, and his chest line was more obvious under the slightly narrow men's clothes. He looked somewhat lazy and coquettish without realizing it.
Di Qianao raised his eyebrows and said, "Did you choose the clothes specifically for me to be near you today? They don't fit you well, and your top is too tight."
Luo Changan: "...No." Shen Qingchuan just gave him a piece of clothing from when he was fifteen years old.
Di Qianao chuckled lightly, but there was a hint of sarcasm in the corner of his mouth, "Well, no. Do you think I believe it or not? You have seen too many people like you. Do you think you are special?"
Luo Changan was helpless.
Suddenly there was thunder on the ground, and the lightning outside was like a tree full of silver flowers, and the window was blown open again. Luo Changan was so frightened by the thunder that he couldn't help but let out a low cry, and then he covered his heart with his hand, and his heart beat a few minutes faster.
Yes, caressing her chest which was wrapped in slightly tight clothes, the emperor's eyes even more pointed out that she could not be regarded as a good person. Every move she made was innocent in his eyes. She had never seen him despise a woman like this before.
Di Qianao put the tea cup on the table, his eyebrows slightly twisted, "Miss Shen is afraid of thunderstorms?"
"A little bit."
"My late wife was also afraid of this kind of weather."
"What a coincidence," she said.
"What a coincidence." Di Qianao half-smiled, "After your husband's death, how do you deal with the fear of thunderstorms?"
"Don't worry about it, you'll have to deal with it." Luo Changan said softly and walked over to close the window. He thought to himself that the window was blown open twice in one night. Did the craftsmen of Jiuxi Temple cut corners and add a bolt?
"When a person is lonely...will he sniff the clothes he has worn?" Di Qianao smiled warmly, as if sharing some experiences, "There is no place to sleep late at night, and I will...have trouble sleeping, hugging his pillow and crying to him.
Silent?"
Luo Changan choked. Has he been teasing women like this for half a year? "The question is too personal. It's uncomfortable."
Di Qianao stopped talking and lowered his eyes to hide his sadness. I would smell the clothes she wore, and I would hug her pillow and cry until she was silent. It was not teasing, it was just that she happened to be widowed, so I just asked.
Luo Changan casually found the reason and planned to keep a distance from him, "The daughter of the people remembered that there was a coat in the yard that she forgot to take back. I'm afraid it got wet, so the daughter of the people went to get it back."
Di Qianao nodded gently, "Go ahead."
Luo Changan received permission and walked towards the door. However, as soon as her hand touched the door handle and before she could open the door, she felt a sudden tightening around her waist, and then her whole body was held in Di Qianao's arms.
Pushing back hard, her body collided with his hard body. His palms pressed against her slender chest and abdomen, and the cool touch spread to her skin through the thin material of her clothes.
The strong feelings made both of them breathe hard and were shocked.
Luo Changan struggled. She was really shocked that he hugged a woman he had only met once, and did the same to others? Her body was shaking with anger, and a chill rose from the bottom of her heart. She had personally experienced her husband's betrayal and crisis of trust.
The sudden rise almost overturned the fairy tale-like contract of one pair for life!
Is the emperor simply unable to bear lonely men? She is inexplicably angry! And dangerously curious about how far he can go! She even wants to take off her mask at the critical moment to catch him off guard!
Di Qianao tightened his arms again, and then his chin pressed on her neck. His breath spread on her ears. The tingling sensation made her breathe tight. He pressed on her abdomen. His hands carefully felt the woman's breathing rising and falling due to his movements.
"Miss Shen, since you have lured me here, you are trying to whet my appetite like this, are you serious?" Di Qianao's cool tone was without any warmth, as if he was trying to expose her conspiracy, "I have exhausted my patience, let's get to the topic. .”