Chapter 6 Since you're not afraid, why are you trembling?
After receiving a satisfactory answer, Di Qianao released his hand from pinching her cheek.
The strength in her cheeks suddenly relaxed, and the violence in her body receded. She sobbed, and her shoulders shook slightly.
Di Qianao sat on the edge of the bed and said in a cold voice: "Hold the lamp."
Luo Changan was startled and held the lantern. In the past year, he came here just to make things difficult for her. He had never held a lantern before. He was holding the lantern now to accept the results of the embarrassment. Look at the miserable state of her ant.
"yes."
Carrying her tired body, Luo Changan got out of bed and walked to the table. Her legs were sore and her walking posture was strange. She was extremely embarrassed.
She took out the huozhe and lit the candle. The room was illuminated by the dim light. Her eyes couldn't adapt to it for a moment and she narrowed her eyes slightly.
Two cold, hawk-like gazes fell on her from beginning to end, including her unnatural walking posture.
Luo Changan then knelt at Di Qianao's feet obediently, looking at the ground with lowered eyebrows. Every joint in her body ached unbearably. It was really miserable to be a bed-warming slave. She missed the bed-warming maid before her.
He probably couldn't bear the torture and died in bed.
"Keep your head up."
"yes."
Luo Changan felt conflicted in her heart. She didn't want to see the face of the beast that preyed on her every night. She was afraid of seeing a wretched face that would make her sick.
However, holy orders are difficult to deal with.
Luo Changan slowly raised his head, and his eyes fell directly on Di Qianao's face.
"..."
this...
No scars, no acne.
Isn't this the good-looking adult who just sent her back to the Dragon Sleeping Room?
Such a cold and beautiful cheek, such a sacred and inviolable temperament, it is difficult to associate it with the tyrant who robbed her every night.
However.
Besides the emperor, who else can come and go freely in the Dragon Sleeping Room.
If anyone else had landed on top of the dragon's bed privately, they would have been shot to death by random arrows from the secret guards.
It turns out that I am the one who is seriously ill, and my brain is not working properly. It was Di Qianao who did not react and saved me.
Di Qianao's neat and rigorous brocade robe was now loosely draped around his body, his tight texture looming, and his chest was still rising and falling due to the movement just now.
Luo Changan didn't know why, his heart beat faster and his face turned red like blood.
She really saw the man she was entangled with every night, their eyes met, and she felt like she was being seen through, with no way to escape.
Shameful, degraded, humble and despicable.
He, who is aloof, thinks of her this way.
With a slight movement, Luo Changan was held in Di Qianao's arms. She sat on his lap, her clothes disheveled and her posture ambiguous.
"Remember my face?"
Di Qianao held up Luo Changan's chin with his cold fingers and looked into her eyes, not giving her a chance to dodge.
"Remember." He was so angry at her just now. Was he angry that she didn't recognize him just now? He was angry that a noble person was ignored by a small person. "I have a photographic memory."
"Very good." Di Qianao leaned down.
Luo Changan fell heavily on the bed, and his body in his arms was as stiff as a stone.
Di Qianao said coldly: "You have the guts to cater to me in the dark night, turn on the lamp and face me, but you are scared?"
Luo Changan's cheeks were burning. She never imagined that she would have the opportunity to light up a lamp and chat with the emperor. She was more than scared. She was almost scared to death and did not have the courage to face him.
"Emperor, I know my mistake, please don't kill me." He was walking on thin ice, trembling with fear.
"Are you... afraid of me?" The hand on Luo Changan's waist suddenly tightened.
Luo Changan nervously shook his hands in a cold sweat, not only because he was afraid, but because he was afraid to death, "Emperor...I...I dare not say it."
"explain."
"No... don't be afraid, my slave. The emperor is a man with a very good temper." Alas, it is difficult to speak without conscience.
"Since you're not afraid, why are you shaking?" Di Qianao raised his eyebrows slightly and has a good temper? Are you sure?
"Because it's cold." I'm cold and afraid. Tyrant, you know what you're asking.
"Your body is so useless." Di Qianao flattened his palms on Luo Changan's back, but he only tasted it briefly.
Who else would not be able to bear being treated like this every day?
Luo Changan retorted silently in his heart.
Luo Changan felt warmth pouring into his body from his limbs and bones, and suddenly he no longer felt cold. Was he so nervous and scared that he forgot to be cold?
Unconsciously, sleepiness came over me.
"Luo Chang'an, a second-grade officer almost died in my palace! Don't cause trouble for me in the future. Your methods are too young and clumsy. I don't have time to clean up the mess for you."
"Slave... This slave had good intentions and wanted to help Mr. Murong cross the arch bridge. Mr. Murong was drunk and accidentally fell into the river. Please take a closer look." Luo Changan did not think there was anything unreasonable in his words. Anything that could make Murong Jue
The way to die is to do justice for heaven.
However, if a second-rank official really died in the palace, the officials would inevitably have resentment towards the emperor, thinking that it was a night banquet set by the emperor to punish the death of a second-rank official.
Impulsively, she didn't consider anything. From this point of view, she had indeed caused trouble for the emperor.
Luo Changan lowered his head, apology creeping into his eyes.
"It's so stupid." Di Qianao sighed, "I can't even run away, I almost fell into the river."
Luo Changan quickly glanced at Di Qianao in confusion. In a daze, she had the illusion that he seemed to know everything.
Interesting illusion, he is a man that is difficult to see through.
Luo Changan felt sleepy and felt the arms around her waist tighten a little.
So warm.
Luo Changan fell asleep, his guard down, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, his sweet sleeping face like a newborn baby.
"Mom, don't go..."
Luo Changan dreamed of his mother. Her mother turned her back to her and walked very fast towards a huge black door. No matter how hard she chased, she could not catch up.
It wasn't until a gentle hand patted her back that she slowly walked out of the dream, opened her arms and hugged Di Qianao tightly, fearing that if she let go, the feeling of peace of mind would disappear.
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At dawn, Luo Changan woke up with a start. She actually fell asleep in the emperor's arms last night!
It's really a miracle that I'm alive right now.
Fortunately, the emperor didn't find her sleeping while making the stove. Otherwise, she would definitely be punished.
Usually she needs to stay awake, cover the emperor with a quilt, and warm her body.
When I got dressed and got up, my legs were sore and it was difficult to walk.
Emperor Qianao has so many concubines, but he is still so full of energy on her every night.
horrible.
Luo Changan was about to change the sheets when he saw Xiaotao coming in with a medicine bowl.
"Sister Chang'an, what did the emperor do to the sheets last night? Why are they wrinkled like this? What are the wet marks on the sheets?"
Xiaotao walked to Luo Changan with a medicine bowl in confusion.