Luo Changan understood that he was referring to what happened last night. She pulled the quilt over her face. It wasn't until she heard the door open and close and Di Qianao left that she pulled down the quilt and got dressed.
Luo Changan folded the bedding neatly. There were his marks everywhere on the sheets, and his face couldn't help but feel hot.
Aunt Mei knocked on the door and walked in, "My little ancestor, you are so lucky, you scared me to death last night."
"Aunt Mei, I'm fine."
Luo Changan turned around and without any suspense saw the bowl of dark brown soup in Aunt Mei's hand. The slight warmth he had with Di Qianao just now was gone.
She was the only one who was confused. He had never been sober in the world. In the end, she was just a tool for pleasure.
Before Aunt Mei could say anything, Luo Changan took the medicine and drank it in one gulp. He coughed violently several times and choked out a few wisps of moisture from the corners of his eyes.
"It would be great if you were so obedient every time you took the medicine. The emperor was just afraid that you would not cooperate with taking the medicine, so he specially asked me to add a lot of licorice, so it would be less painful." Aunt Mei nodded with satisfaction.
It's just that this belly is so unsatisfactory. Even after using medicinal soup for more than a year, there is no response. Could it be that it is really difficult to get pregnant...
Luo Changan's head was so bitter that he was speechless. Ginseng was added to the contraceptive soup. It was still a contraceptive soup, let alone licorice.
The taste is not that bitter, but the feeling in my heart is difficult to describe.
Aunt Mei handed a pamphlet to Luo Chang'an, "Here, this is your work manual, with the last item added. From now on, please don't hand over this matter again. The emperor ascended the throne on the fifteenth day of the year.
I’m twenty-seven years old, and I’ve never had a bed-warming maid, so you’re the only one I have to sleep with. Do you understand?”
Luo Changan couldn't help being shocked, and his heart moved inexplicably. However, even if he was the only maid who slept with him, what could it mean? He still had so many concubines. Maybe he felt that her broken body was useful to him, just like
He was just as used to the worn-out underwear as he was, so he didn't bother to change it.
Luo Changan took the booklet over. The previous regulations roughly listed the scope of her work, and the last task was added in black and white: sleeping with someone.
In fact, according to Luo Changan's temperament, she already knew clearly that she would not get any status if she continued to cater to the emperor, so she did not want to continue to beg for mercy on the dragon bed. She now placed her hope on becoming a female official.
It's also great to get the respect from above.
But it seems that the emperor is not tired of her yet.
Perhaps, this is the sorrow of being a slave, having no choice, no choice. What she can't deceive herself is that even though she knows that he has countless concubines, her heart towards him is quietly changing. His
If you treat her every night, she won't feel it.
I despise him for being dirty, but also lose myself in the gentleness he occasionally shows.
After she gets her revenge, she needs to leave here as soon as possible.
Aunt Mei remembered something and said, "I went to deliver a forehead protector to the Queen Mother. The Queen Mother noticed at a glance that the phoenix tail on the forehead protector was unique. She asked me about it. I said you embroidered it. The Queen Mother arose.
I want you to embroider a complete forehead protector and send it to me for a look. Chang'an, you can start embroidering it in the next few days. Don't worry, be sure to embroider it well."
When Luo Changan heard that it was the Queen Mother's request, she felt that she must cherish this hard-won opportunity to show her face. Fortunately, embroidery was her specialty. She immediately said: "Okay, Aunt Mei, I will do my best to embroider."
Such a forehead protector."
Aunt Mei nodded and went out.
Luo Changan immediately went to the warehouse to choose a piece of high-quality dark gold cloth. It looked elegant and luxurious. This cloth was still Bai family's cloth, and it was still an old style. She thought that the Queen Mother would be bored looking at these cloth patterns all day long. If she wanted to embroider
, it was necessary to embroider something new. It would be better to use another family's cloth, so she put down the Bai family's cloth again.
She suddenly thought of the day when Aunt Mei mentioned that the Queen Mother's headache was not getting better for a long time, so she thought of an idea. She found ginseng, date kernels, cypress kernels, and albizia bark in the warehouse, and ground them into powder with a stone mortar.
, and then put the powder into a small, slender bag made of high-quality lining cloth.
***
Murong Jue returned from the palace to the prime minister's house that night. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He lay on the bed and slept for seven or eight hours.
Song Panyan was taking care of him. She changed the soaked clothes for him. She was about to give the clothes to the slave to be washed, but something fell out of Murong Jue's sleeves.
Song Panyan frowned, then lowered her hand to pick up the neatly folded towels. She seemed to see a trace of dried blood, and her heart tightened. What was this?
Murong Jue woke up at this time and saw Song Panyan looking at the cloth. He quickly reached out and snatched the cloth back and said sternly: "Don't touch my things."
Song Panyan asked in confusion: "What is that? Why is there dried blood on it?"
Murong Jue had just woken up from sleep, and there was still some confusion in his eyes. He put the cloth away and hummed unhappily: "Of course you don't know what this is."
Because she was not Luo Hong at all and how could she know about it, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with Song Panyan.
Song Panyan was even more curious, "What is it that is so valuable that you are hiding it? Why don't I know what it is?"
Song Panyan felt that her husband meant something, and for a moment she thought it was referring to something very obscure and private. She was shocked and thought sensitively that it could be a woman's blood...
Murong Jue stood up and dressed, and said casually: "The weather was dry the past two days, and my nose bled. I wiped it and it stained the towel. Where is it hidden? If it is hidden, you
Any chance of seeing it?"
Song Panyan no longer argued, but the jealousy in her heart became more and more unbearable. She could not accept any degree of betrayal for the man she finally got. In a sense, her husband was the spoils of her victory over Bai Xia.
She would never allow anyone to take her husband away from her in any form. She turned to ask: "I was changing your clothes just now, but I didn't see the ancestral jade pendant your mother left for you."
Murong Jue's expression darkened, and while rubbing his hands to wash up, he whispered: "Maybe it was lost. If you didn't mention it, I didn't notice it."
After hearing this, Song Panyan's face was full of doubts, "Lost it? Is it such a coincidence? If I don't ask, you won't tell me. If I ask you, you will lose it."
"I told you, I didn't notice it. You didn't ask me anything. What do you mean?" Murong Jue was very impatient. He sat on the edge of the bed, resting his forehead on his hands, looking very upset.
"My Qianer was halfway through what I said in front of the Dragon Sleeping Room, but you cut me off. You didn't teach me to continue." Song Panyan said sternly: "I pulled Luo Changan that day, why did you say that? I
I saw a red belt on her neck. The red belt was exactly the same as the belt on your ancestral jade pendant. It had a red background with yellow silk thread embroidery patterns. There were some threads missing on the side of her neck. That was clearly you.
of."
Murong Jue pretended to be surprised and said: "Is this true?"