Chapter 52 Go! I want to listen to her explanation.
Luo Changan couldn't tell what happened, and she didn't know what she did wrong. She really handed over all the details to Su'er. Ever since Aunt Mei asked her to hand over the matter of Long Sleeping, she really
I told Suer everything without reservation.
Could it be...that it's about mending the lining?
He...he doesn't want her to mend the underwear?
Luo Changan knelt down gently on the ground, with chills running down his spine and agitated hearts. The emperor almost took off Murong Jue's official title in the past two days, and now he continues to anger the slaves in the dragon bed. What happened and why?
The anger is so strong.
"My slave, please see the Emperor." Luo Changan's voice sounded like a mosquito.
"Luo Chang'an, what happened to the maid on my dragon bed? I want to hear your explanation." Di Qianao's chin tightened coldly, with a dangerous look on his face.
Luo Changan quickly raised his eyes to look at Di Qianao, then lowered his head again, "This..."
She hesitated. Although it was Aunt Mei who told her to hand over the matter to the new maid, but now if she directly said that it was Aunt Mei who told her, wouldn't she drag Aunt Mei into the water? Aunt Mei was very good to her, and she couldn't do anything when things happened.
Keeping herself away would chill Aunt Mei, so she simply stopped talking.
Aunt Mei quickly said: "Reporting to the emperor, I taught Chang An to hand over the affairs to the newly bought maid. I originally planned to hand over the job of cleaning the house, but I didn't make it clear, so Chang An misunderstood and handed over the matter.
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"Everyone, get down! I want to hear her explain herself."
Di Qianao placed his fist on the case and made a muffled sound.
Aunt Mei Haiyin immediately took Suer out and closed the door.
A thin stream of cold sweat broke out on Luo Changan's back. She was already frightened by the crowd just now, but now facing Di Qianao alone, who was like the King of Hell, she almost stopped breathing.
Luo Changan was startled, why did the emperor blame her? She asked innocently: "Didn't the emperor teach Aunt Mei to buy a new bed-warming maid and replace the slave?"
"I didn't teach her to buy a bed-warmer maid." Di Qianao's voice deepened.
"Emperors and nobles often forget things. If it weren't for the emperor's permission, how could Aunt Mei place a slave in your bedroom?"
"Luo Chang'an, do you think it's so easy to get up on my dragon bed? Who can sleep with me if they want?" Di Qian'ao stood up angrily, holding up Luo Chang'an's chin with his cold fingers.
Luo Changan didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, but there was a hint of ridicule in his eyes.
Catching the look in Luo Changan's eyes, Di Qianao tightened his lips and said word by word: "If you have the guts to laugh at me in your heart, tell me what you are thinking, and I will forgive you!"
Luo Changan took a deep breath and became emboldened after receiving the exoneration order. The emperor always told the truth, so she was sure of this.
"Is it difficult to get into the Emperor's bed? Is it difficult to sleep with the Emperor?"
"You are very brave, keep going."
"In front are Liu Xiu, Yu Zhu, Liu Yuxi, and the naked one in the imperial study. These are just what I have seen recently. I don't know how many people I have not seen. Behind me, I am a ninth-grade slave.
Can't I just go to your bed and sleep with you? The emperor is simply... very casual when it comes to matters between men and women!"
"Luo Changan! You are so impudent!" Di Qianao's face was gloomy, and a look of hurt quickly flashed in his eyes.
"The emperor taught me to speak my innermost thoughts. I dare not hide anything." Luo Changan's heart was beating wildly.
Di Qianao's whole body was enveloped by a cold aura, and the fingertips holding her chin suddenly loosened. He had expected that he would be so unbearable in her heart, but now he heard it with his own ears, but he couldn't accept it, "Get away, get away as far as you can."
How far!"
"I excuse you, my servant." Luo Changan lowered his eyes, placed the sewn inner garment on the table, then turned around and walked outside.
Di Qianao picked up the lining. The stitches at the cuffs she had sewed were so detailed that it was as if the clothing had never been torn. She had knitted the cloth, and when it was brought to the palace, he left it behind and had someone make it into a lining.
Later, something happened to her family, and she never produced any pieces of cloth with her own hands, which made these two pieces of cloth become even more precious.
He likes to tear out the clothes and teach her to mend them. Most women in ordinary families know how to mend clothes for their husbands.
He had also seen Luo Changan mending Murong Jue's clothes before. She and Murong Jue were childhood sweethearts, but he had been a stranger watching her from a distance since he was a child.
She was fourteen, and she had forgotten everything about when he was nineteen.
If not, she needs to take advantage of him, I'm afraid she won't be patient enough to cater to him.
"stop."
As soon as Luo Changan walked to the door, she heard Di Qianao's voice behind her. She paused in her steps, turned around, and stood there with her hands tied in a respectful manner.
Di Qian'ao's thumb gently rubbed the material of the clothes there, as if they were intertwined with her fingers when weaving the cloth across time and space, "I ask you, do I have the qualifications to call you by your first name: Chang'an."
Luo Changan frowned. She told Murong Jue yesterday that only her husband could call her by her first name.
However, the emperor had not arrived at that time, so he probably didn't hear it, but why did he ask this?
She whispered: "You are the emperor. You can call me your slave any way you want. I have no objection to you."
"I'm not asking about the relationship between the emperor and his servants. I'm asking about the relationship between men and women. Do I have the qualifications?"
Luo Changan said honestly: "No."
"reason?"
"Without an engagement or a lover, why do you call me Chang'an? Just because you are the emperor?"
Di Qianao narrowed his eyes and said dangerously: "Go! Get out!"
Luo Changan immediately turned around and rushed out, as if his life would be in danger if he stayed for a moment longer.
But I feel very strange in my heart, what does it mean for the emperor to fight for the right to call her by her first name?
She felt so confused. He seemed to care, but he was so distant. She was worried about gains and losses. She didn't like this feeling.
As soon as Luo Changan came out of the Dragon Sleeping Room, he heard a loud noise coming from inside the Dragon Sleeping Room.
Without stopping, she went straight into the slave room and wrapped herself in the quilt, as if the quilt was a protective wall that could protect her. Her heart was beating fast, and her body was trembling from the cold and nervousness.
Aunt Mei and Haiyin looked at each other in the courtyard. The emperor made Luo Changan lose control again and said in unison: "I'm afraid the emperor smashed the sandalwood table."
Haiyin gritted his teeth and said, "Look how angry your maid has made our emperor."
Aunt Mei pushed back, "Do you blame us? The emperor refuses to give you status all day long. Who wouldn't feel aggrieved?"
"You can't give it, right? It's not like you don't know the Queen Mother's character."
Nighthawk hissed, "Stop talking, the emperor is out."
Aunt Mei and Hai Yin immediately stopped talking, and the respectful Hou was there.
Di Qianao took a step out of the Dragon Sleeping Room, but then returned to the Dragon Sleeping Room. Facing the torn sandalwood table, he was as quiet as an ancient iceberg. After about half an hour, he finally lost his self-control and once again
Stepping out of the dragon bed, he walked straight towards the slave room where Luo Changan was.