Luo Changan's ears were red and he said softly: "I heard from Aunt Mei that you were forced to kneel by the Queen Mother. Does your knee... hurt?"
Di Qianao sat beside the bed, lifted Luo Changan's chin, and looked back at the things he hadn't seen for three days, "Do you feel sorry for me?"
Luo Changan lowered his eyes in panic, "No...no. It is the duty of a slave to be considerate of the master."
"It hurts, rub it for me."
Di Qianao was looking at Luo Changan in a leisurely manner.
Luo Changan rolled up his trousers section by section, and when he reached his knees, he saw a large area of bruises and redness. She rubbed his knees with her soft hands, and her delicate palms made him feel very good. She said uneasily: "
If it hurts you, please tell me."
"Um."
Luo Changan asked again, "Are you hungry? Do you need my slave to pass some food to you?"
"I'm hungry."
"Oh, okay, I'm going to pass on the food."
"Isn't there delicious food in front of me?" Di Qian'ao just stared at her cheeks quietly, her heart was agitated by being stared at, and he took a tight breath: "I was interrupted by Hai Yin that morning in the barracks. I want to
You double the compensation."
Luo Changan immediately understood what he meant, and his face turned red immediately, "Emperor, why do you still remember what happened that morning?"
Didn't the Queen Mother just punish him by kneeling down because he dotes on Xibi? Why...why is he still thinking about men and women? It turns out he is hungry.
I couldn't help but get angry, why did he bully me when he saw me? It must be that I gave him a very bad association. Sure enough, I made myself look bad, and he must think that I have a bad character.
"Well, because I am overindulgent." Di Qianao narrowed his eyes. Even though he was kneeling in front of his ancestors, he was still thinking about her voice and smile. He was afraid that he was too poisoned.
He was determined not to let his godmother know his thoughts, at least not before Chang An was pregnant.
Luo Changan's face was full of astonishment. How could he know what she was thinking? She didn't dare to complain in her heart, "The bathing water has been prepared. I added Chinese medicine to dispel fatigue in the warm water. Emperor, please go take a bath."
"Yeah." Di Qianao nodded, stood up, and walked towards the bathroom in the back hall.
Luo Changan breathed a sigh of relief. She always felt a great sense of oppression when she was with him. When he went to bathe, she could get a moment of respite. He never needed anyone else to take a bath. For more than a year, he had done it all by himself.
"Chang'an, give me some wine."
Before Luo Changan could fully relax, she heard Di Qianao's cold voice coming from the bathroom. In the past few days, she was used to hearing him call her Changan.
But she couldn't help but suddenly startled, why did he arouse her during the bath today? Isn't it taboo to bathe with him?
She hesitated for a moment. As a slave, she had no reason to disobey, and she couldn't ask others to serve her. She still remembered how angry Su'er was about warming the bed earlier, so she picked up a pot of peach blossom wine and a wine glass.
Brought it in.
The bathroom is filled with mist, and the surroundings are dotted with green plants and bouquets, giving it a quiet elegance.
Luo Changan opened the curtains and saw that Di Qianao was already in the bathing water. His silky hair was scattered and hanging on his broad shoulders. His eyes were half-squinted lazily, and there was something in the coldness.
With an evil look on his face, Luo Changan was stunned by his expression.
"Emperor, your wine." Luo Changan said softly.
When Di Qianao heard the sound, he stretched out his hand towards her, unexpectedly grabbed her ankle and pulled her into the warm bath. Her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body, and her exquisite curves were looming.
"Well..."
Luo Changan exclaimed, and it wasn't until she fell into his arms that she was able to steady herself, and almost threw the wine bottle and wine glass in her hands over into the pool.
Di Qianao took the jug from her hand, poured the wine into her hand, and said softly: "Are you satisfied with my appearance? You can get me drunk and do whatever you want to me."
Luo Changan looked nervous and fed him a glass of fine wine, "I don't dare. I didn't see anything just now."
"If you haven't seen it, you can watch it again now." Her rosy cheeks could be seen in her drunken eyes.
Luo Changan was extremely embarrassed by him. He was very good at provoking these foreplays. She was too simple to be a match. He quickly said: "No...it's unnecessary. I didn't mean to look at you just now."
Didn't he let her in to deliver drinks? She couldn't walk with her eyes closed.
"Thank you for leaving the entrance lantern. I've been looking for a chance to say thank you."
Hearing this, Luo Changan felt a sweet feeling in his heart. More than a year of hard work was worth it. It turned out that he knew that the lamp was left by her. Although he didn't say it, he knew everything, "This is what a slave should do."
"It's just the two of us, no more slaves, no more slaves." Di Qianao stroked the full semicircular curve.
Luo Changan's back stiffened and he replied again: "This is what I should do."
Di Qian'ao was quite satisfied with her answer, and the strength in his hands became a little looser, but his movements became closer and closer, "Mei Guan said that you were inquiring about my whereabouts in the evening. I want to know why you were inquiring about me?"
Luo Changan became inexplicably nervous, "I... I want to know how you are doing these days... I don't know what I'm talking about, I just want to ask where you are."
"Miss me, right?" Di Qianao put her fingers between his teeth and rubbed them gently, loving each slender finger endlessly.
"No."
Luo Changan felt inexplicably guilty.
Di Qianao's eyes fell on her right forearm. There was an inch-long scar on that arm. His eyes became deeper and deeper. This scar was the only scar on her body that was left for him. She could
Still remember.
Luo Changan saw that he was staring at the old scar on her arm, so he pulled his hand back and blocked the scar with his sleeve.
"Where did the scar on your arm come from?"
Luo Changan was startled, and he seemed to smell the strong smell of blood again when he was fourteen years old. She used her father's carriage to pull the young man covered in blood and ran wildly, and the arrows shot indiscriminately penetrated her arms.
, this scar was caused by an arrow.
"I was naughty when I was little and fell down."
"It fell quite hard."
"Yes, it's quite heavy."
"How old were you when you fell?"
"Seven or eight years old. I can't remember."
Luo Changan chose not to mention this matter. That night, an old minister in the later court was beheaded by the new emperor for forming a faction for personal gain. And with such a solemn killing scene that night, Luo Changan felt that it was not simple, and the young man was not ordinary.
Of his generation, the old minister who was beheaded was once on par with the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty and stood on a three-legged basis with the new emperor.
Luo Changan smiled, still remembering that young man's eyes as bright as stars staring at her late at night, telling her in a deep voice, "Leave me alone and run away."
But she couldn't leave the boy behind, so she hid the bloody boy under the cloth in the carriage like a man possessed, and drove the horse aimlessly.