She felt a little hotter than before, her cheeks were red, and she was also a little dizzy. She approached the emperor. He was sitting at the table reading a book. She put the medicine on the table first and said softly: "The medicine is still here."
It's a little hot, just let it cool down a little and you can drink it."
Di Qianao put the book on the table and immediately looked up at her. He saw her cheeks were red and her charming eyes were confused. He couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong with you?"
Luo Changan shook his head, "No discomfort at all. Maybe it was too hot when I was boiling the medicine. It will be fine after cooling down for a while."
Di Qian'ao raised his hand and picked off the flower from her bun, and took it apart without mercy. In an instant, the flower became a strip of cloth.
Luo Changan clicked his tongue, a little angry, "Why did the emperor break my hair accessories?"
"I broke it if I wanted to. From your tone, it seems that I don't have the right to break it?"
"That's my thing, not yours. Don't you think you should ask for my opinion?" When no one else is around, the words "you" and "I" are used very carelessly.
"Well, can I break it?" he added later.
"The emperor is so arrogant!"
"Well, others are 'tall and mighty', and I am 'arrogant'. They both have big characters, but the meanings are completely different. You use the adjectives very well."
"Someone gave a gold hairpin to support you. Didn't the emperor also use the word 'appreciation'? If it comes to the consideration of adjectives, the emperor would have used it better."
Di Qian'ao heard that she was sarcastic about his compliments to the concubine during the day. He glanced at her and said without saying anything, "You see, we are both very good at using adjectives. This is a tacit understanding born out of sleeping together."
Luo Changan's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and he felt defeated. It was so bad that he always picked up that little thing from the bed.
He sat there quietly, groping carefully, and used his slender fingers to weave the soft strips of cloth back together according to his memory. It was still intact, and the hair ornaments looked as if they had never been taken apart. He handed the flowers to
To Luo Changan, he asked very arrogantly: "Is it difficult to make this up? Are my hands also very skillful?"
Luo Changan was stunned. He took apart her hair accessories and braided them again just to prove his skill. She could only pick up the medicine bowl and give him these words: "It's time for you to take medicine, Emperor."
Di Qianao: "..."
Her words were so appropriate. She was obviously scolding him and making him unable to find fault.
Luo Changan picked up the bowl of tonic and presented it to Di Qianao.
"Are my hands clever?"
If she doesn't answer, he won't take the medicine.
"What a coincidence!" Luo Changan was very helpless, thought for a moment, and nodded patiently: "Your hands have clear joints, slender fingers, and the skin is between wheat color and bronze. Each fingertip shows a sense of cleverness.
Son, it’s simply wonderful, what a coincidence!”
The emperor was surprised that no one could compare to him. Luo Changan was shocked by his intimidation and praised his hands in detail.
When Di Qianao heard her compliment, he felt much better, and the corners of his mouth curved: "How do you compare with that Xiao Shaodong?"
In order to solve the problem quickly, Luo Changan said without hesitation: "You are more skillful with your hands!"
Immediately, Luo Changan saw that Di Qian'ao didn't seem to be as angry as before. He handed the medicine to Di Qian'ao's mouth and whispered: "The medicine is warm and ready to drink."
Cangmiao was a trustworthy brother, so Di Qianao did not take any precautions against the medicine he prescribed, so he drank the medicine and then said in a calm tone: "I am planning to buy a set of clothes for practicing. You can bring a ruler and give it to me.
I measured your height and body length."
"Emperor," Luo Changan frowned and whispered in confusion: "Your height and length are known to the tailors in the palace. You can just order the clothes to be made. There is no need to re-measure."
oh."
"I've... grown taller recently."
Di Qianao never thought that one day he would tell such a reason that left him speechless.
"Ah, this..."
No, is the emperor serious?
Will you still grow taller at the age of twenty-seven? Isn’t it true that you can only grow taller at the age of twenty-three, and then you won’t grow taller again?
She is twenty-three this year, so she should grow taller!
Are you sure you're not being serious and making trouble without reason?
No matter how puzzled Luo Changan was, he didn't dare to object. He was the emperor of Dongming Kingdom, and he could grow taller if he wanted to.
Luo Changan turned around and went to get a ruler to measure his height and length. During the measurement, she touched the cold cloth on his body. She felt that the heat in her heart was somewhat dissipated. She also felt that his broad back gave people a sense of stability.
She couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
"Report to the emperor, your height is eight feet two inches." After measuring, Chang An reported the number truthfully, sighing in his heart, he is really tall.
At the same time, her hands couldn't help but touch the material of his clothes, feeling the cool feeling. She didn't know what was wrong with her. She had a cold constitution, so why was she suddenly so hot today.
Di Qianao nodded, narrowed his cold eyes and asked, "Am I... tall and mighty?"
Luo Changan almost squirted, "..."
The emperor's problem is so unusual. Why does he feel like a child having a tantrum?
He is obviously a cold iceberg, but he who is supposed to be calm and mature turns out to be childish, making people dumbfounded.
Luo Changan looked at Di Qianao as if he were a strange species, "This..."
Di Qian'ao was leisurely waiting for her answer. Since I dare to ask, I am not afraid of being stared at.
Luo Changan became hotter and hotter, the skin on his neck turned red, and there was a layer of sweat on his body. His whole body became hot. She said perfunctorily: "You are the most powerful, I have lived twenty years."
In three years, I have never seen a man as tall and powerful as you."
But because her voice was a little hoarse, her words were a little tempting.
Di Qianao felt the desire for survival of a little person like her. Although he knew that she was perfunctory, his mood gradually improved and he was shocked by the slight hoarseness in her voice.
Luo Changan picked up the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his cheeks.
"You're not in the right state. What's wrong with you?" Di Qian'ao noticed her discomfort and abnormality and stared at her red little face.
At the same time, there was heat surging in his own body, and he realized that there was something wrong with the tonic prescribed by Cangmiao.
Luo Changan suddenly lost control and wrapped his arms around God Qianao's waist, "Can you lend me a hug? I'm so sad. Your clothes are cold, and I want to be close to your clothes."
Di Qianao tensed up and placed Luo Changan on the dragon bed, "There's something wrong with the medicine. I'm afraid it's because you smelled the medicine. Wait, I'll teach someone to teach the imperial doctor."
Luo Changan opened his collar, and his beautiful curves were looming, his mind went blank, and he said aggrievedly: "Why are you leaving? You have been visited by so many women, why are you so serious now?"