Chapter 41 The emperor wears a apron, what does it look like
Song Panyan's face heated up, thinking that seeing him joking with me like this, there must be no one outside, "Ms. sir, I have wronged you. When I turn around, I will pull the maid to slap me, and go outside to inquire about the matter."
I didn't know how to distinguish between true and false, which made me worried for a long time."
Murong Jue just pursed her lips and smiled, not paying attention to Song Panyan at all. From time to time, Luo Changan's pure but profound eyes flashed in her mind.
What's more, all he could think about was the bright red mark on the pure white sheets. Just entering and leaving the palace, he intentionally passed the palace passage near the Dragon's Sleeping Room. However, he did not meet Luo Changan. He hoped to see him soon.
Go to Luo Chang'an and comfort her. She must be very flustered at this time. She thinks that he is just acting on a whim and gives up. She is afraid that if he doesn't meet her in time, she may commit suicide.
Song Panyan took Murong Jue's hand and shook it, "Ms. sir, you haven't been intimate with me for a long time. Why don't you spend some time with me tonight?"
Murong Jue's eyebrows flashed with a hint of annoyance, he pulled his hand back and said with a smile: "In recent days, the emperor has arranged tasks and taught me plans. It is still a matter of recruiting troops from the East. I am very upset and really am not in the mood. Now and
If you are affectionate and your condition is not good enough to offend you, wouldn't I blame myself?"
Song Panyan didn't feel comfortable saying anything else, but in retrospect, her husband-in-law had never seemed keen on this matter. From the time they got married to now, it had only happened a few times. And since she was a few years older than him, her desire for this matter was actually less than
If he had more, she suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart, thinking that it would be better if he was so indifferent, so that he would not have enough to eat at home, so he went out to look for food, and said: "Since the emperor has told me, then my husband must work hard.
.Don’t let the emperor down."
"Well. You eat something and go to bed early. I will be busy until late tonight, so I will rest in the study." Murong Jue said and stood up.
"It's really cold in the study. Why don't you study in the bedroom and go straight to bed after your work? Besides, are you willing to stay in the empty room all by yourself?" Song Panyan begged softly.
"No, I'm afraid you'll catch a cold if I get under the bed. You can go to sleep first, don't wait for me." After Murong Jue finished speaking, he left the bedroom without looking back.
Song Panyan followed him to the door. He couldn't suppress the disappointment in his heart. My husband always thinks about me. I shouldn't be dissatisfied. It's so rare to meet such a man who gives everything for me. He's just a little colder in that regard.
It's not a big slight.
Murong Jue came to the study room, took out the scarlet dyed red from his sleeve, and kissed the mark with his lips. Unfortunately, he was too drunk last night and could not really remember the thrill of breaking through the obstacle. After welcoming Chang'an in the future, he must have a good relationship with him.
As she lingered, all the desires in her body were aroused.
Chang'an is too tempting, but it's a pity that I have to serve the emperor for four years. Fortunately, the emperor is a reasonable man and never indulges in fun with his slaves. Otherwise, how would I have the chance to get Chang'an.
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Early that morning, Luo Changan and Xiao Tao were sitting next to Aunt Mei doing embroidery.
Aunt Mei's embroidery skills are among the best in the palace. She likes to embroider on the cloths produced by the Bai family, so that the embroidery products are noble and beautiful. The materials of cloths from other merchants are not as good as the Bai family's.
Luo Changan was also embroidering quietly. This scene made her feel familiar with her mother's embroidery at home. She was the leading embroiderer in the Bai family, but now she has changed her usual embroidery method. There are some embroidered ones in the palace.
Many of the embroidery patterns on the cloth came from her hands. She was afraid that others would notice the clues, so she used other methods to embroider.
Aunt Mei looked at Luo Changan's embroidery and said, "Liu Xiu gave a handkerchief to the emperor and made her a beauty. Compared with Chang'an's, her embroidery is simply shameful. Chang'an will try it from the quilt tonight.
I'll give this embroidered bag to the emperor. Let's see what I can seal tomorrow."
"Look, my aunt makes fun of me when there are no outsiders." Luo Changan frowned, "Others give handkerchiefs, that's for affection. What do I want to express by giving me a bellyband? The key is that the emperor is a big man, and he also
I can’t wear it.”
Aunt Mei frowned, "Then how do you know he can't wear it? He's afraid his stomach will get cold in the middle of the night, so he wears a pocket to protect his stomach."
Luo Changan couldn't help the cold sweat on his forehead. The emperor wore a bellyband, what would it look like, "My aunt always makes fun of me. I won't do it. I haven't lived enough, why should I cause trouble? Annoying
Why should I bother if you punish the emperor and punish me by copying the palace rules for a few more months? I can wear this bag myself."
Aunt Mei said anxiously: "Chang'an, with your temper, if I were the emperor, I would be angry to death. Fortunately, the emperor is long live. Hey, you can embroider something to give to the emperor."
Xiao Tao suddenly said, "My thumb was pricked by a needle again. Aunt Mei, Sister Chang'an, how did your fingers successfully avoid the needle? Why did my five fingers get pricked in two and a half pairs?"
Aunt Mei looked at the embroidery that Xiao Tao had embroidered. She couldn't see anything clearly due to the bleeding, so she raised her eyebrows and said, "My son, there are three red bean paste buns over there. You go and eat them. Stop embroidering."
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Xiao Tao thought to herself that Aunt Mei was very kind to me. She was worried that I was hungry and I had to work hard. "Thank you aunt for caring about me. Xiao Tao has grown up and is sensible. She can't just think about eating. I want to be a mandarin duck."
After the lotus pattern is embroidered, let’s eat red bean paste buns.”
Aunt Mei said expressionlessly: "Go and eat now. If you continue to embroider, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but beat you."
Xiao Tao pursed her lips and said: "Aunt Mei, why is this? Is it because I am not good at embroidery?"
Aunt Mei said seriously: "You are good at embroidery. But don't embroider again in the future."
Xiao Tao twisted her neck and said with red eyes: "I want to embroider. Aunt Mei, you have no patience at all. Sister Chang'an taught me a hundred times and I won't get upset. You only taught me a dozen times before you hit someone."
If I don’t embroider a picture of mandarin ducks and lotus flowers today, I won’t eat!”
Aunt Mei took a deep breath and recited Buddhist scriptures in her heart, Impulse is the devil, I have to calm down.
Seeing that Aunt Mei was about to break the skill, Luo Changan immediately took Xiaotao's hand and said: "Look, every time I come up with the needle, I have to make sure my hand is pressed on the needle.
, once you develop a habit, you won’t prick your hands. When I first started learning, I pricked my hands as often as you did. But not anymore. This is a process where practice makes perfect. Usually, an embroiderer has been using needles since she was three years old, and she is very familiar with it by the age of ten.
, Now I am twenty-one or twelve years old, and the skill of holding an embroidery needle was not acquired in a day. Although I come from a poor background, I happen to love needlework, and my family tries their best to satisfy me. "
The later part of Luo Changan's background is a fabrication. She has been an embroiderer since she was a child. She learned from her mother, and she is better than the blue. The quality and color of the Bai family's fabrics are unmatched by other families. If they can do business with the palace, there is no way they can be inferior.