Chapter 50 The Emperor Kicked Over the Vinegar - Cause
Murong Jue pondered for a moment, thinking that Luo Changan is an ideal person. She climbed up to me, not because she wanted to rely on me, but because she still had her own dreams. This impressed me, "I pass by this road every day.
If you miss me, come out here and walk around so that you can see me and relieve the pain of missing me."
"Yeah." Luo Changan nodded. She used to stop outside the gate of Baifu, waiting for a long time for him to come back and marry her when he was rushing to take the exam. Until she waited for him to kill her whole family, and cut off her lovesickness.
Bitterness turned into bloody hatred and anger!
"Give me your hand and I'll take a look at your wound. You fell down and rubbed your hand against the stone, so it's bleeding." Murong Jue said and reached out to hold Luo Changan's hand.
Luo Changan hurriedly took a step back and distanced himself from Murong Jue, "You can't help it. There are many people in the palace and it's all over if you let others see it. It's a serious crime for a palace maid to have an affair with an important minister. After all, all the women in the palace are emperors."
The emperor can reject you, but he cannot be betrayed. I have already risked my life for you."
When Murong Jue heard this, he put his hands down and resisted hugging Luo Changan in his arms. However, what was stolen, especially what was stolen from under the emperor's nose, gave him an even more exciting feeling of curiosity.
"My dear, do you have anything to do with me?"
Suddenly, Di Qianao's cold voice sounded behind Murong Jue.
Murong Jue's back stiffened suddenly, his expression changed drastically, he turned around quickly, clasped his hands and bowed: "See you, Emperor."
Luo Changan quickly leaned over and lowered his head, standing quietly by the wall. She was also really surprised. She was facing the direction of the dragon's bed just now and had been paying attention to that side. However, she was just distracted and didn't see it.
The emperor had already arrived, and his footsteps were so light, but for a moment, the emperor must not have heard anything.
The emperor's eyebrows were a little angry.
Luo Changan felt that she was quite unlucky. Every time she met the emperor, he happened to be in a bad mood, which made her fear of the emperor grow day by day. Although he was extremely beautiful, he was really surly and unkind.
Di Qianao's gaze swept over Luo Changan's blushing cheeks, crying eyelashes, and injured hands, then his eyes darkened, and he sneered vaguely: "Maybe Aiqing didn't come to see me.
But come to find the... slave in my dormitory?"
The lazy tone makes each word sound.
The surrounding temperature also dropped sharply.
Murong Jue shuddered and said respectfully: "Reporting to the emperor, I came back again because I suddenly thought of the plan of recruiting troops from the east. I just met the Chang'an female official on the road, and I was asking her if the emperor was in the dragon's dormitory."
Chang'an female official?
interesting.
Call her by her first name without her surname.
I called her by her first and last name. It was quite intimate here.
Luo Changan felt like a light on her back, her whole body was stiff, her face was burning, and she felt guilty as if she had taught the emperor to catch her stealing someone.
In fact, it was probably her own fault. The emperor didn't care about her at all, and even ordered Aunt Mei to buy a bed-warming maid to replace her. She was adding too many dramas to herself.
Di Qianao raised his slender hands, took off the fur dragon robe and cloak on his body, threw it into Luo Changan's arms, and said coldly: "Send him back to the dragon's bed."
Luo Changan's arms were full, holding the heavy dragon robe that still retained Di Qianao's body temperature. He glanced at Di Qianao in confusion. His eyes were glaring at her eyebrows with a trace of anger. She couldn't help it.
Said: "Emperor, the weather is extremely cold, you still wear these clothes..."
"The emperor teaches you to send it, just go and send it. Don't talk too much."
Haiyin interrupted Luo Changan loudly before she could finish her words.
If she stayed here any longer and Murong Jue looked at her twice, the emperor would kick over the jealousy tank.
The emperor's ear can clearly hear the conversation no matter how far away it is. Don't mess with the emperor anymore, otherwise this little thing will be unable to eat and walk away, which is pitiful.
Luo Changan stopped talking, thinking that maybe the emperor's body was too hot after working with the half-naked beauty in the royal study, so he didn't feel cold. Thinking of this, Luo Changan's face suddenly lost all color, and he finally calmed down. Grabbing it again, she hugged the dragon robe and returned to the dragon's bed.
Emperor Qianao then smiled at Murong Jue and said, "My dear, come with me to the Imperial Study Room to discuss the plan you mentioned about recruiting troops from the East. If nothing comes of it, don't get rid of the black gauze on your head."
Cold sweat rolled down Murong Jue's bun. Although the emperor smiled, he was angry. I was frightened and immediately bowed deeply, "Yes, I am frightened."
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It was late at night, the silver moon hung like a hook in the sky, but the Prime Minister's Mansion was brightly lit.
Song Kui, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, was pacing back and forth in the front hall with his hands behind his back, looking heavy. His wife said beside him: "Master, please sit down and rest for a while. A good son-in-law, a good person and a good person, will be fine."
Song Panyan sat on the side chair, holding a handkerchief and saying with tears: "I taught the emperor to stay in the imperial study at noon. Now it is already dark and almost dawn, and he has not been let out. It is said that the emperor is forcing him hard. Daddy, you must save my husband."
Murong Jue's attendant Song'er rushed from the courtyard. Prime Minister Song suddenly stopped at the main door. Before Song'er could enter the hall, he asked: "Have you heard any news from the palace? How is the good husband-in-law doing now?" ?What did the emperor say?"
Song'er had just been running all the way, and now she was panting heavily. She took out Murong Jue's official hat from her arms and handed it to Mr. Song, "I'm going to tell you, my uncle was still detained in the imperial study room by the emperor to discuss matters. The emperor's The man next to me, Mr. Haiyin, taught the slave to bring the master’s hat back first.”
As soon as Song Panyan saw her husband's official title being taken off, it was as if she saw her husband's head moved. She threw herself into her mother's arms and cried, "Mom, what should I do? My husband has always been very kind to the emperor." He is so loyal and loyal, why did the emperor become so cruel today and actually took off his hat first? This...how did my husband make Long Yan displeased?"
Mrs. Song Wu Minquan had no idea, "The dragon's heart is as deep as the sea, who could have guessed this. Master, what do you think of this?"
Prime Minister Song took the official hat in his hand. The flower feathers on the top of the hat had been removed. Now the hat was just an ordinary hat. "Did Eunuch Haiyin say anything?"
Song'er thought for a while and said: "Eunuch Hai said that if by nightfall tonight, your Excellency can come up with a strategy for the Eastern Expedition that satisfies the Emperor, he will return home with a flower feather on his head. If not, he will take a letter of dismissal from the official position. Go back home."
After hearing this, Prime Minister Song sat down on the chair with a thud. The emperor was no longer the child who listened to me at the mercy of me when he was fifteen. Now he actually beat me, "A good son-in-law will definitely give me advice, but can I teach him something?" If the emperor is satisfied, that's another matter. Because the emperor has the final say whether he is satisfied or not. Don't cry anymore, please be patient and wait until tonight."
After waiting for another day in the Song Mansion, finally at nightfall, someone called out: "The right servant has returned to the manor."
Then, Murong Jue was seen returning to the house. There were thick blue marks under his eyes, and there was no blood on his lips. He was obviously exhausted both physically and mentally.
Prime Minister Song went up to him and asked, "My dear son-in-law, have you brought back the flower feather on your head?"