Luo Changan struggled to free her arms, and her legs were separated by his knees. She felt that she was doing something that was against ethics, and she immediately blamed herself. She said with red eyes: "I'm not jealous. I'm not ungrateful.
.You can’t find a more generous woman in this world than Luo Changan! Seventy-two, holding her in my arms made me feel refreshed! Thanks to Song Ning, there would have been one more."
"Too generous! So generous that I can share it with others! It's scary!"
"I!"
"I am the hibiscus cake in your morning party food box? Whoever sees me has a share?"
"The requirements are too high! I don't know how to do it anymore. Where is the degree?"
"It's about telling the truth!"
"Di Qianao!" Luo Changan said rationally, "Don't be ridiculous."
"You have a tough talk. I can't stand it anymore. The Queen has set fire to me. I need to find a place to vent my anger." Di Qianao took her hand and placed it on his lower abdomen. Luo Changan struggled hard, but he fiercely
Pressing her hand on him, Luo Changan's heart beat violently, and then heard him say: "Then I'll touch the teapot next to her body, and then take a sip of the warm tea in the pot. Maybe I can relieve some pain."
Difficulty. That’s the third course of tea. The essence.”
Luo Changan closed his eyes tightly and turned away his cheeks, "Stop talking."
From the other side of the room, the faint voice of the green nun came. It was quiet at night, but the voice there was already very low, and you could still hear her: "Little Master, the jewelry on your body, such as armor, beads, hairpins, and other angular items must be together with your clothes."
Remove it to avoid damaging the dragon's body."
Qingman said shyly: "Yes. I was bitten by a bug and got a red spot on my calf. It doesn't look good, so it doesn't matter."
Luo Changan froze. The old rules were completely obliterating the dignity of women. The queen had a huge capacity to endure such humiliation. If this continued for a long time, she would die of illness!
Di Qianao put Luo Changan down and said with his head on his forehead: "She's gone. I'm going over. The queen will rest for a while. I'll come back after I'm done."
Luo Changan was so suffocated that he couldn't speak.
Di Qianao untied his shirt, took off his outer robe and threw it casually beside the bed. Then he opened the curtain and left the master bedroom wearing only his underwear. This is what his father did when he was young. After his father left
, my mother would sit on the edge of the bed and cry secretly, my father would play with Concubine Wu, and my mother would raise eyebrows with her father the next day.
I cannot repeat a marriage that is so hypocritical that it disgusts me. I hate it. My Chang'an cannot become a hypocritical woman. I will not allow it.
Luo Changan listened to Di Qianao's retreating footsteps. She felt as if she was dead. She immediately felt extremely uncomfortable. She was filled with injustice and had no solution. She sat up, hugged her knees, and buried her cheeks in her knees. Her hands trembled, and her lips
The petals are pale and the blood color has faded.
In the common room, Qingman was being taken off by her nanny, who took off her clothes and jewelry. She hung up her hands and screamed in pain.
"Ah," Qingman yelled, "It hurts so much."
Luo Changan heard Qingman's faint cry of pain and felt that all his strength had been drained away.
She could hardly think anymore, feeling boundless anger. She opened the door and walked to the couch by the window. She picked up Qingman's teapot that was kept warm against her skin. She could no longer pretend to be generous, so she took
She picked up the teapot and suddenly dropped it on the couch. The tea splashed everywhere and soaked the emperor's book on the art of war. She didn't drop the teapot because she didn't want to make a big noise at night.
She still felt angry, so she picked up the emperor's book on the art of war and tore it into pieces. She blamed herself, suffered, and struggled with the idea of a queen, a jealous wife, she was so hypocritical.
She loves the emperor deeply, but the harem cannibalizes people without spitting out their bones. She is like dead, not free and unable to tell the truth.
Finally, Luo Changan came to the master bedroom door barefoot and opened the door curtain. She didn't know what she wanted to do. Maybe she wanted to see if the emperor really made Qingman cry out in pain.
When she opened the curtain, she saw Di Qian proudly standing by the door, leaning against the wall, staring deeply at her with dark eyes, obviously waiting for her.
"You!" Luo Changan's heart tightened and he backed away.
Di Qianao forced Longshou into the house, looked at the teapot that the queen had thrown on the couch by the window, and his book on the art of war that she had torn up, and said with a smile: "This is my wife. She has character, but she doesn't
Make do!"
Luo Changan raised his hand and hit him on the chest, hitting him hard, but carefully avoiding the chest where he had taken the blood for her. He let her hit him, only staring at her deeply, and she finally shed tears in anger.
Come on, "Why are you forcing me to do this? Why are you angry with me? Now that this has happened, what can I do? Tell me! Why are you looking at my jokes! I... pretend not to care, can't I? Why are you so annoying!"
"My dear, you touched the teapot that Qing had warmed against your body. Clean your hands first, and then I'll talk to you." Di Qian'ao pointed to the water basin on the shelf next to him, and casually closed the heavy door behind him.
.
Luo Changan saw that even when the two of them were furious, he still cared about this like a mysophobia, so he turned away his cheeks with red eyes, and finally went to put his hands in the water and wash them clean.
Di Qianao took the handkerchief and wiped her hands, "The book on the art of war was torn. The teapot was dropped. The queen's mask was broken. Now I can tell the truth."
Luo Changan raised his head helplessly, stared at him, and shed tears of grievance, "What exactly do you want from me? I'm already working hard to be your queen. Is it interesting to see me angry because of a woman?"
Di Qian'ao hugged her suddenly, put his hand on the back of her head, lowered his head suddenly, firmly held her mouth firmly, swallowing all her cries, "Say it!"
Luo Changan's chest heaved, "What did you say!"
"Say you are jealous, say you are intolerant of dissidents, say you don't want such a hypocritical life, say you want me to be yours alone!" Di Qian'ao put her body on the couch, condescendingly forcing her, which was also forcing her.
Own.
"Did not say!"
"speak out!"
Luo Changan bit her lower lip. She really didn't want to be a witch who brought trouble to the country by blowing pillow wind, so she finally shook her head.
Di Qianao smiled again and said: "Well, if you don't say anything, then I will go through the second curtain this time. If you don't say anything again, I will go to the living room. If you don't say anything, I will go and take a look at her calves.
Red spots from insect bites.”
Luo Changan still said nothing, tears falling from the ends of his eyes.
Di Qian'ao sat up again, this time he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a clean wheat-colored neck. He stood up slowly and said, "Your hibiscus cake is going to sell itself."
"
The moment he took a step forward, Luo Changan grabbed his sleeve and said, "I... don't want you to leave. Even if someone says unpleasant things to you, I don't... want you to leave."
"
Di Qianao's heart was hit hard, and it felt like being brushed by a feather, causing a slight pain and itch. He slowly turned around and said, "I'm not leaving, I'm listening."
"I...hate her!" Luo Changan finally admitted. The beauty faded, and she was just a helpless woman. "I hate them. I pretended to like them. I...I can't pretend anymore. I hate it."
The gifts they gave me, the wishful things, the calligraphy and paintings, were all unsatisfactory. I hated them watching the scenery in my East Palace. They trampled the snow in my East Palace into a mess, and they smelled the fragrance of osmanthus in my yard.
They...they broke my osmanthus branches. They coveted everything I cared about. But they were not wrong. I should treat them well."
"Well." Di Qian'ao sat down and pinched her chin, "Don't avoid my question."
Luo Changan said, "I'm jealous."
Emperor Qian Ao nodded, "Continue."
"I have no intention of harming others, and I can sympathize with their difficulties. But I don't like them from the bottom of my heart, probably because I don't tolerate dissent. I am quite hypocritical and human."
"very good."
"I don't want such a hypocritical life. I want three meals a day, simple meals, sunrise and sunset. Live an ordinary life with the Ninth Five-Year Supreme Being. It's better to be more miserable." Luo Changan smiled bitterly, he was just talking about the night in the sky.
Tan, "I want to go to the night market with you at dusk and wait in line for roasted sweet potatoes in the cold winter; I want to make a prank and draw graffiti on your face with rouge. I don't want to say 'you', I want to say 'you'. I want to
It’s too much, I...should stop.”
"No, I promise you to think deeply about it, continue." Di Qianao looked deeply at Luo Changan, his love was already intense, his hand on Luo Changan's chin tightened, and his voice trembled, "You want to