Immediately, a huge force took her flying out of the water, speeding like lightning on top of the towering palace wall. The cold winter wind made her ears hurt. The speed was so fast that her eyes could barely meet it.
The wind opened a gap, and you couldn't even see the changes in the scenery around you.
Finally, her feet landed on the roof of a palace, and with a bang, she was pressed against the cold wall, and her back was painful from the impact.
"hiss......"
Luo Changan cried out in pain, and his whole face wrinkled ugly together.
"You shouldn't show up at the palace banquet, you're too restless!" Di Qian'ao's cold voice was filled with anger. His voice was hoarse due to drinking, and there was a faint fragrance of wine in his conversation.
Luo Changan stretched his face and raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him who was a head taller than him. She was only as tall as his shoulders.
Looking straight up, she could only see that he was wearing a dazzling black brocade robe, looking very noble.
She raised her head and saw the man's face.
For a moment, Luo Changan forgot to breathe.
What kind of face is that, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, cool thin lips, and cold and resolute contours? The drunkenness adds an evil charm.
Is it possible for a lowly slave like her to see such a divine face without paying any money?
She blinked her eyes to make sure that such a handsome man was right in front of her, alive in front of her.
"Thank you...Thank you for saving my life."
Luo Changan politely thanked him. Since this person appeared at the palace banquet, he must be rich or noble. He didn't know which high-ranking official he was.
He is so young but has an outstanding temperament. He is probably from a famous family.
However, this cold look that struck the soul seemed to have been seen somewhere before.
Di Qianao frowned, displeasure lingering on his eyebrows, "You called me Sir?"
if not?
When we meet for the first time, if you don't call me "sir", what do you call me?
I don’t know what his identity is. Calling him prince, general or buddy is not appropriate.
It's safest to call me "Sir" in a general way. At least you won't offend anyone.
"I don't know your lord's surname, but I must remember your kindness in my heart. I pray for your safety and success every day. In the next life, I will work as a cow or a horse to repay your life-saving grace."
Di Qian'ao pursed his lips coldly and spoke like an adult. She actually didn't recognize him at all. Her conscience was like a dog's eating. These past nights were nothing. "Go back to where you should be and wait."
The restraints on Luo Changan's shoulders were loosened. She rubbed the painful back shoulder and looked at the man in front of her who was suppressing his anger. Did he take gunpowder?
Where should it be?
Dragon sleeps? Ah, yes, she also wants to warm the big iceberg's bed.
Wait?
What are you waiting for?
Luo Changan couldn't understand what this man said at all.
Di Qianao stared at her deeply, then his figure flashed past the palace wall and disappeared.
Luo Changan thought, God was indeed fair. He had given him a beautiful face, but not a useful mind. His words were confusing and confusing.
This adult seems to be suffering from some kind of serious illness and has some brain problems.
Luo Changan was worrying about where he was and how to get back to the Dragon Sleeping Room, when he suddenly heard Xiao Tao's voice in the courtyard downstairs.
"Sister Chang'an, I heard that Lord Murong accidentally fell into the water and fell unconscious. His condition is very critical. The emperor sent the best imperial doctor to consult Lord Murong. I wonder if he can be rescued. Lord Murong is an honest and good official.
, the emperor has been using him more recently. It would be a pity if he disappeared unexpectedly like this."
Luo Changan sneered inwardly, "an honest and good official, how can these words be used to describe Murong Jue?"
He doesn't deserve it.
"Yes, I saw it. Mr. Murong was so drunk that he fell into the water in the blink of an eye. I was so scared that I ran back quickly." He insisted that Murong Jue fell into the water accidentally.
"The palace banquet ended early. No wonder you came back so soon. What is sister doing on the roof? It's so cold. Come down quickly."
Luo Changan was puzzled that the adult just sent her upstairs to the dragon dormitory.
She is Aunt Mei's maid, and everyone knows that Aunt Mei is the nun in the Dragon Sleeping Room. It is normal to know that she is on duty in the Dragon Sleeping Room.
Xiaotao moved the ladder and placed it on the eaves.
Luo Changan was afraid of heights and climbed down from the ladder with his legs weak.
When she was a child, she was a pampered eldest lady, but now she is a child without a father and a mother. Hatred stimulates her potential. She is no longer afraid of things she was afraid of before. She can now do things she could not put down her body to do before.
"Does your stomach still hurt?"
Xiaotao scratched her head in embarrassment, "The pain went away soon after taking the digestive medicine."
"Um."
Luo Changan responded and returned to the dragon dormitory. The huge dormitory was colder than outside. The big bed in the bedroom took up most of the space.
Without further delay, Luo Changan cleaned herself up, put on clean clothes, blew out the candles, climbed onto the dragon bed, and started to warm the bed.
She froze on the arch bridge for more than an hour. She was already cold all over, but now that she got into the quilt, it was like falling into an ice cave. She was so cold that she wanted to die.
The bed was not warm at all, and suddenly, the door was pushed open with great force.
Di Qianao strode in, and in the night, he walked straight to the dragon bed.
Luo Changan had finished thinking, the emperor was back.
The bed and I are both cold. The emperor will probably get cold when he comes in. Will he be angry?
Or maybe he was an ice cellar and couldn't feel the cold? She might be able to get away with it.
While Luo Changan was thinking wildly, Di Qianao took off her clothes and declared the sovereignty of the superior with anger and drunkenness. She was almost torn apart and the bones in her body almost fell apart.
The emperor was displeased, very displeased.
Luo Changan was clearly aware of this fact. She couldn't bear his anger. She couldn't obey him and shed tears in pain. She even tried hard to push him away, revealing her love for the first time on his dragon bed.
She almost forgot about her betrayal.
"Slave, don't do this."
"Luo Changan, who am I!" Di Qianao roughly picked up Luo Changan's jaw, almost crushing her jawbone.
The first time he called himself "I" in front of her, he must have been really angry. He even forgot to say the word "I" which is a symbol of identity.
"You are drunk." Otherwise, how could you not remember who you are?
"Who am I?" He repeated word for word, his voice was extremely cold, and his patience was obviously exhausted.
"You are the emperor."
"What is my name!"
"My slave... I dare not say this." Calling the emperor by his name is disobedient and disrespectful.
"Die under me, or say my name?" Di Qianao asked coldly.
What Luo Changan fears most is death, and he said pitifully: "I don't want to die, I want to live. The emperor's name is... he is Di Qianao."
"Louder, I can't hear you clearly." Her submissive look inspired his desire to control and conquer.