"I will take a vacation in March to leave the palace. It is about the third day of the twelfth lunar month. If you can let go of everything and play with me that day, I will believe in your feelings for me."

Luo Changan knew clearly that the third day of the twelfth lunar month was Song Panyan's birthday. When he thought about it carefully, Murong Jue's betrayal of him started by celebrating Song Panyan's birthday without hiding it. Coincidentally, the third day of the twelfth lunar month was also Murong Jue and her, Luo Changan, and it should be said that he was engaged to Bai Xia.

Murong Jue pondered for a moment. That day happened to be the birthday of Yan. Now he is preparing for it with great fanfare and invited countless powerful palace gentlemen. He is not absent from his wife's birthday. However, his exploration and curiosity about Luo Chang'an also fascinated him.

Murong Jue smiled helplessly, as if the women he met had a connection with the third day of the twelfth lunar month. This day could not be avoided.

Luo Changan's eyes looked very much like Bai Xia, but they were deeper than Bai Xia's eyes, full of intense feelings.

In fact, he loves Bai Xia. It’s a pity that he met Bai Xia at the wrong time, or Bai Xia shouldn’t have been born in the Bai family.

"The third day of the twelfth lunar month is Song Panyan's birthday..."

"Tell her to stay alone in the empty room. We are not going to have fun outside without her. It's not a different kind of wild game. Is it so majestic, Chang'an treats you as the sky above his head and expects you to support Chang'an. Could it be that adults are afraid of their inner self?"

Murong Jue was moved. When he heard Luo Changan treat him as the sky above his head, the man's self-respect and vanity were satisfied. Since he was married into the Prime Minister's Mansion, he has never had a real right to speak for a man. Song Panyan's arrogance suppressed him half of his head, while Luo Changan looked up at him, making him feel very protective. "Let me think for a moment."

"If you think I am the kind of woman who will pass the boring time when it is convenient for you, you have made the wrong plan." Luo Changan broke away from Murong Jue, then pulled the jade pendant off the collar and threw it on the ground. "This jade pendant will either come back to me on the third day of the twelfth lunar month. Or, from now on, you will be rude and don't come to me again. If you want to play, let's play it really."

After saying that, Luo Changan walked towards the courtyard.

Murong Jue picked up the jade pendant. Luo Changan's warm body temperature was on the jade pendant. His body tensed up. He had never met such a woman who was as hard to train as a wild horse. This aroused his unwillingness and the conquering nature of a man. The moment he returned to the yard of Luo Changan, he whispered: "Okay, that morning, I arranged a carriage to the west of the palace gate to welcome you."

Luo Changan's eyes were covered with coldness, and he did not turn around. When he came to the room, he felt a nauseous feeling in her heart. She lay on the spittoon and vomited for a long time. The ambiguous relationship with Murong Jue made her feel nauseous, and her stomach was rolling, wishing she could vomit out her internal organs.

After vomiting for a long time, her face turned pale as paper.

After a little adjustment to her mentality, she forced herself to calm down and sat back on the chair to continue copying the palace rules.

Tears fell on the parchment paper like beads with broken threads, and the handwriting was also stained, like ink-splashing plum blossoms, "Dad, mother, youngest brother, I miss you... I miss you so much."

That night, after Luo Chang'an went to the dragon bed to warm the bed. Although there was a velvet quilt, it was still very cold. She suddenly realized that the one who had always given her heat was not the velvet quilt, but Di Qianao who had been sleeping with her.

However, the humble ones she hoped for the Emperor's warmth, which made her think too much. If the Emperor knew that she had an indecent thought as a warmer, it would probably be humiliated. She quickly pressed this idea to the deepest part of her heart.

In the second half of the night, Luo Changan was hot all over and shrank into a ball. While half asleep and half awake, something seemed to be pressing on his heart. Her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open her eyes. It seemed that the entire bed was surrounded by evil ghosts, and she stretched out her blood-stained hands and pulled her down.

"No...um..." Luo Changan shrank and suddenly wrapped around the arm of the person beside him, "Don't leave me, don't leave me alone, I'm so scared."

Di Qianao had arrived for a while and reached out to touch her forehead. The place where she started was hot. Seeing her constant sleep, Cang Miao came for consultation. He was sitting next to Luo Changan. Unexpectedly, Luo Changan suddenly hugged his arm. His heart suddenly tightened and gently patted Luo Changan's shoulder, "Luo Changan, I won't leave, I'm here."

Cang Miao smiled quite meaningfully. The Emperor is getting better and he will gently pat and caress him. In my impression, the Emperor can shake a rockery with one palm. Now this change is not easy.

"What's wrong with her?" Di Qianao asked.

Cang Miao finished his pulse and said, "Heart disease causes high fever. I prescribed medicine and will reduce the fever tomorrow."

“Can the root be eradicated?”

"It can't be eliminated. Her heart disease will last her life. It's hard to get out of it. Now she's lost all her thoughts but never dies, and she's just hanging on her breath."

"Why does she seem to be unable to wake up?" Di Qianao looked at Luo Changan's eyelashes and tried hard to open them, but he couldn't open his eyes.

"I have a nightmare, commonly known as ghosts pressing on the bed. I am afraid that I will be plagued by a hundred ghosts and cannot break free. Di Qianao, pick her up and put it in the dragon's bedroom, be careful to cause trouble." Cang Miao wrote the prescription while explaining, "Her purpose is to upset your court. I advise you not to play with fire, and arrange her to be your woman early to be honest. You need to maintain stability, but she wants to destroy it. The prime minister's lineage is not something she can move."

"Go down and boil the medicine. I know it. She can't escape my palm."

Cang Miao raised his eyebrows and said, I have to go and make a bet with Hai Yin. If the Emperor falls into this woman's hands, I will win, and the bet is 5,000 taels of silver. It's worth it!

After Cang Miao went out.

Di Qianao stroked Luo Changan's cheek with his fingertips and slowly tore open the human skin mask on her face. Under the mask, her baby-like skin was red, and his thick fingertips seemed to be able to scratch her skin.

Luo Changan curled up to the place where she felt at ease until she lived beside Di Qianao, and she slowly calmed down. She murmured: "Di Qianao, I hate you..."

Di Qianao was stunned. Is he one of her nightmare? His hand suddenly popped up and covered her mask. He planned to sit in a chair farther away and looked at her. However, as soon as he moved, he found that his sleeve was tightly held in her hand, and he sat down again.

It is puzzling why there are women who hate me.

I took the Gong Rules she copied and read it. Her words were very beautiful, and I could tell that each word was copied very carefully. Some words were concealed by tears, and the scene of her copying while crying appeared in front of him. She was wronged, unwilling, stubborn, and strong.

He had never delved into women. Now, when he first delved into them, he encountered such a person who was too strong in his mood, and every frame made him unable to let go.

If she had a beautiful woman in the golden house, would she be willing to do it? Compared with her purpose, what is it?
Chapter completed!