Chapter 53 Are You Moving Back to the Dragon's Bed or I'm Moving to the Minion's Room
Aunt Mei was so nervous that she wanted to follow, but Haiyin held her back.
"Hai Yin, why are you holding me back? I'm afraid the emperor will react and feel that being disrespected by a slave is disrespectful, so he wants to kill Chang'an."
"What are you thinking? It's impossible to kill her. If you want to kill her, kill her sooner."
Nighthawk said in a low voice: "It is a strange thing for the emperor to go down to the slave room. Isn't it comfortable to sleep in the dragon's bed and go to understand the people's sentiments?"
What are you fussing about in the middle of the night? Aren't you tired...
Nighthawk couldn't understand it. Ever since the emperor had Luo Changan, he couldn't be calm enough.
Di Qianao kicked open the door of Luo Changan's house with his toes. After entering the house, he flicked his sleeves and closed the door with the wind of his palm.
Luo Changan heard the sound and sat up. A round head emerged from the tightly wrapped quilt. His eyes were as wide as apricots. He looked at Di Qianao in horror. He...he was the majestic Ninth Five Supreme Being.
How to set foot in the slave's room?
She never imagined that he could take such a step. She originally thought that she would be safe if she entered the slave room. As noble as he was, he would never come in. Unexpectedly...
The small room seemed cramped and crowded due to his arrival.
Di Qianao opened Luo Changan's quilt, slender and strong arms grabbed her waist, and suddenly brought her into his arms. Her soft body slammed into his hard chest, and Luo Changan let out a soft cry of pain.
, "Well...it hurts..."
Di Qianao put one knee between her knees, forcing her against the wall, and touched his forehead to hers, forcing her to look into his eyes full of struggle.
"Emperor...Emperor, you...do you have any orders when you come to the slave room..."
Di Qianao said coldly: "Don't you treat yourself as a bed-warming maid on weekdays? If you don't warm the bed today, I will be too cold to sleep."
"You are the emperor, it is inappropriate to enter the house of servants."
"I'm so casual, why do I care about propriety?"
When Luo Changan heard him use the word "whatever" she gave him as a gift, he realized that he was extremely angry and he was here to take revenge.
"But...but there are four heaters in the dragon dormitory...you obviously shouldn't be cold." Luo Changan felt quite aggrieved. There was not even a heater in her cold slave room, like
It's as cold as a natural ice cellar, but it's very warm in the Dragon Sleeping Room.
Di Qianao raised his eyebrows, "So? With four heaters, I can't just do it casually?"
Luo Changan was speechless, and after a long while he said: "Warming the bed is not my job. I am Aunt Mei's deputy right now, and there is no such thing as bed warming in my job."
"What if I insist on teaching you how to do it?"
"If he is not in his position and does not want to do what he wants, the emperor will use other methods to make his slaves do it willingly."
"Luo Changan, I understand what you mean." Di Qianao bit her ear and lips, and the cool breath made half of her body numb, "But I tell you, I don't want the title you want.
I will give it to you. But I have the right to order you to sleep with me. As long as I want to, you must be willing to accompany me."
Luo Changan was surrounded by great disappointment, and her voice lost its vitality, "Emperor...why did you bully me!"
"Because you said I am not qualified to call you Chang'an."
Because I don’t want you to use your body as a tool to deal with people of the opposite sex other than me.
Di Qianao's tone was almost gnashing of teeth.
Luo Changan's resistance was negligible. Like a lychee, the outer skin was peeled off, revealing the crystal clear inside. Every bit of honey exuded an alluring luster, making his cold eyes instantly burn.
Luo Changan's body seemed to be like a pool of spring water. As the fierce waves hit the rocks, the sound in his throat was shattered.
"Di Qianao, what exactly do you want from me?"
"You know what I want and whether I am qualified for it."
Luo Changan couldn't bear any more indulgence like mountains and seas. His snow-white arms pressed against his chest, "You... are qualified to call me Chang'an, please let me go."
She originally thought these words were a strategic sign of surrender, but as soon as she said them, her heart surged, and the man went crazy. His hot palms burned her skin and seemed to melt her.
"Di Qian'ao, you are so high and mighty...why bother making things difficult for me, a slave?"
After that, Luo Changan fell into a deep sleep, and seemed to faintly hear a gentle voice whispering in his ear: "What I need is not a bed-warming slave. What I want has always been you."
The next morning, Luo Changan opened her eyes. She thought that Di Qian'ao would have left long ago, but she met Di Qian'ao's eyes. She didn't know when he woke up and how long he looked at her like this.
, she opened her eyes in panic, but he took the opportunity to linger on her lips for a long time.
The small bed in the slave's room was really too small. They were very close to each other. It was very cold outside the quilt. Luo Changan hugged his waist and felt like he didn't want to get up.
Di Qian'ao was self-disciplined. It was not yet bright outside, so he dressed neatly. After going out for a while, he came in with some ointment and gauze.
Luo Changan was still nestled in the quilt, his bones were so sluggish that he couldn't move at all. On the contrary, he was so energetic.
Di Qianao took Luo Changan's hand and wiped her wound with ointment. Yesterday at noon, she accidentally fell down and rubbed the palm of her hand. She didn't care, she only rinsed it with water and did not treat the wound.
He was carefully wiping the wound. She retreated in pain, and he blew cool air with his mouth to make her less uncomfortable.
He looked exactly like her father.
When she was a child, she broke her knee, and her father was very distressed, so he would give her medicine while blowing on her.
Her eyes were sore, and she did not want to break this warm time.
"Chang'an," Di Qian'ao suddenly called softly, as if he was testing whether he was qualified to call her by her first name.
"Hmm. What's wrong?" Luo Changan blushed at his affectionate name.
"I will go to the military camp to send troops for the eastern expedition. I will not be in the palace for about seven days." Di Qianao saw her gentle reaction and accepted his title. He was in a good mood, with a rare smile on his lips.
"Oh, okay." Luo Changan couldn't explain how he felt. Why did he report his itinerary to her?
"You should take these few days to consider whether you should move back to the dragon bed or I should move into the slave room." After Di Qianao bandaged her, he stood up and looked at her seriously.
Luo Changan thought, this question was too strange. What was the point of asking him to move into a slave room? She was now helpless and defeated, and she couldn't speak hard enough to argue with him. She lowered her head and said, "Okay, I
think about it."
Di Qian'ao stroked the top of her hair with satisfaction, "She's so good. Let's see how long she can stay good this time."