Chapter 672: Tyrant, Please Stay 30

"This king has never seen the emperor so attentive to a person, so concerned that for the sake of the first concubine, he ignored the performance of all the ministers of the court in vain, and insisted on going his own way."

At first sight, his footsteps paused slightly, "This matter is the emperor's idea, he does this, and indeed no one can make him change his mind, and neither can the palace, so what the palace can do is to let the emperor return to the harem to rest comfortably after the busy political affairs are over." ”

"What the first concubine said is right."

Lou Ran was a little jealous of the emperor.

Such a good wonderful person was preempted by him.

It even captured the hearts of beautiful women.

Let the beauty accompany him so willingly.

Even if she became the emperor's concubine, there were many concubines who were afraid of the emperor before.

I wish the emperor would ignore it.

At least he can save his own life.

This first concubine is an exception.

When I first saw the chrysanthemum, I walked to the Qianqing Palace.

Lou Ran strode in a dashing manner, ready to leave.

"Then the king stays, and the emperor is invited." Su Yu shouted.

Since the last time Su Zhe followed Lou Chen out for a private visit to Weifu, he had never seen Su Zhe since the first meeting.

She didn't even dare to mention Su Yu's name now.

If you have to mention it, just say the one surnamed Su.

"The emperor just looked for this king, and something happened again?" Lou Ran followed behind Chu Jian and entered the Qianqing Palace.

"Concubine."

Lou Chen stretched out his hand.

Hatsumi trotted past.

Before the flower basket in his hand was put down, he was carried to his lap and sat down.

He came over and wanted to kiss him.

Shy at first sight, "the emperor ......"

"Shy of what? Where have I not seen it on you? Who in this palace doesn't know that you are my concubine? ”

Still kissed.

Isn't this Lou Ran?

He can still turn a blind eye.

Come in and let him see their dear ones?

Lou Ran smiled warmly.

"There was an enemy riot on the border of Zhuyuan that you just reported, and you will deal with it personally."

"Your Majesty, it's so far away......"

Come and go for at least a month.

And on the other side of the bamboo garden, the wind and sand are desert.

He has been pampered since he was a child, and he even let him go to that kind of place.

"Don't want to go?"

"Your Majesty, a minister is not a general."

"I don't expect you to go to the battlefield, I will send someone else, you go to investigate the situation first."

"Your Majesty."

"If you don't want to go, hand over your prince's position now, the court doesn't raise idlers! Take the money and do nothing. Lou Chen's expression was cold.

He's jealous.

This guy doesn't know what to do.

When he entered the palace, he dared to chat so close to his concubine.

"Yes, minister! Let's go. Lou Ran retreated.

If he doesn't leave, the emperor may kill him.

Chujian also realized that Lou Chen was in a bad mood at the moment.

"However, the king just said a few words to his concubines, will the emperor be too selfish in this way?" Chumi hugged his neck, "Jealous again?" Is the emperor a vinegar vat? ”

"I don't."

"Okay, the emperor said no, no, no." Chu Jian smiled and kissed him on the cheek, "After a while, the concubine personally made chrysanthemum tea for the emperor, which was freshly picked." ”

"En......" Lou Chen replied lightly, "What did you just say?" ”

Then the king said...... The emperor intends to canonize his concubines as queens. "Hatsumi doesn't intend to hide it from him.

"Yes."

"Your Majesty, the concubine said that she was unwilling, but you are still like this, and you don't care about the thoughts of the concubine at all."

"Then did Concubine Ai take into account my thoughts?" Lou Chen touched her fingers and played with them.

The slender and long fingers are so beautiful.

The emperor wanted her to be the queen, but she didn't want to.

It made him sad.

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