Are you in the Shura field today?

The next morning, when Li Zuo woke up, he still had a drunken headache in his head and heaviness in his chest.

She lowered her head and saw Xin Fei leaning against her chest, closing her eyes and sleeping very peacefully.

So she put her head back in a daze, and slowly recalled last night, she seemed to get up once.

That's right!

Li Zuoqing looked at the cup on the low table beside the bed, convinced that he was not dreaming.

In the middle of the night last night, she felt thirsty, so she tried to get out to drink water with all her hands and feet.

As a result, as soon as she moved a little, Xin Fei who was next to her woke up suddenly. At that moment, the situation was changing—Xin Fei didn't know where the strength came from, pinched her hands and pushed her back on the bed.

Li Zuoqing's little heart was pounding, and he told her in a hoarse and conferring tone that he was a little thirsty, and he didn't know if he was unresponsive after being drunk, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with the contrast.

After hearing this, Xin Fei let her go and got out of bed to bring her a glass of water.

Seeing her finish drinking, she closed her eyes and lay down again, before slowly returning to the bed.

——Recalling what happened last night, Li Zuoqing stared at the bed curtain with straight eyes.

Damn it, Xin Fei's image of the weak, pitiful, indifferent and withdrawn Di Kun in her heart was instantly shattered.

This is not a little white rabbit, but a wolf with a big tail.

Or is it that all the earth and kun in this world are so powerful, like wolves and tigers?

It may also be that the original owner's taste is like this, maybe Lin Qiwu and An Linlang also have biceps as big as steamed buns.

The more Li Zuoqing thought about it, the more outrageous it became. She felt that she was a god, except for her slightly better physique, it seemed...

She glanced down at Xin Fei, silently affirming that she might not be able to beat the other party's conclusion.

Of course, Xin Fei's gentle quality still exists, after all, Li Zuoqing has never seen her stretch out her sharp claws.

"Hmm..." Xin Fei in the dream moved a little, and his sleeping position also swayed slightly.

Sensing the attention being watched, she slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing Xin Fei waking up, it was as peaceful as watching a butterfly spread its wings, its fan-like eyelashes fluttering, revealing a pair of water-colored amber pupils.

The gentle and lingering breath tickled her heart. Li Zuoqing liked it, so he rubbed her face carelessly: "Morning, cutie!"

"Morning..." Xin Fei stretched his neck and rubbed his head against her neck.

"!" Well, this kind of reaction like raising a wild animal is so cute!

Li Zuoqing also hugged her tightly, and heard Xin Fei happily laughing in her arms several times before letting go.

After that, Xin Fei didn't mention the strange behavior last night, so she quietly got out of bed, got dressed, washed up with her properly, and then went to eat, as if she didn't care at all.

It almost made Li Zuoqing wonder if it was the dream she had last night.

It wasn't until the breakfast was almost finished that Li Zuoqing vomited out his doubts hesitantly.

"Xin Fei, do you want to be my concubine?"

Xin Fei looked up at her coldly, and took another sip of porridge, neither salty nor light, his eyes seemed to say: "Are you still drunk?"

"I mean it!" Li Zuoqing asked again.

She has been thinking about this since she woke up this morning, how can Xin Fei be so calm!

She clapped her fingers and explained one by one, "Didn't you say you didn't like me at the beginning? Although you are my wife in name, but we have become friends, but you really wanted to do that to me last night, right?" It's that kind of thing——"the kind that is stuffed with sauce!

Xin Fei clasped her wrist again and again, the extremely aggressive eyes from bottom to top, and the scorching breath that almost pressed her and touched her lips flashed before her eyes.

Although it is heavenly, Li Zuoqing claims to be the thick-skinned type, but when he yelled this sentence, he still blushed.

Xin Fei paused the hand holding the Poria pie, and said flatly: "There is no such thing."

She knew that Li Zuoqing was very likely to inherit the throne. If she was her concubine now, she would be the concubine in the future. She was not happy to stay in the palace for the rest of her life.

But it doesn't mean that she doesn't want Li Zuoqing.

But these two things are extremely contradictory, and there is no perfect way for the time being.

Xin Fei's eyes darkened, and a cloud of sadness gathered between his brows.

"Hey, did I think wrong?" Li Zuoqing curled her long hair on the side of her shoulders, feeling that flirting with a girl is not a way to get caught.

That's good, so she doesn't have to think hard about what to do if Xin Fei really likes her.

After all, the golden cicada needs to escape her shell to complete the task by herself, so Xin Fei should not be ruined by the "eldest princess" who comes from nowhere.

Thinking of this possibility, she was so worried that she couldn't eat.

But Xin Fei kept saying that she didn't think about her at all, Li Zuoqing only felt that the delicacies in her mouth were suddenly tasteless.She picked up the lotus heart purple rice porridge in front of her, feeling even more stuffy than before.

"Then you just don't like me?" The resentment that she didn't even realize.

Xin Fei looked up at her in surprise, showing a helpless expression.

"Why does Lang Yu think so?"

Xin Fei clutched the spoon in his hand, wishing he could say ten thousand good things about Lang Yu.

But she smiled after a while, and teased deliberately: "I said it last night, I am very satisfied with the eldest princess."

"Hmph." Regardless of whether these words are true or not, Li Zuoqing is extremely useful.

"Since you are very satisfied with me, you don't want to be my concubine..." Li Zuoqing analyzed, "Xin Fei, you really—"

Hearing this, the nominated person felt a thump in his heart, almost thinking that he would not be able to hide it.

"You really want to be my best friend."

Hearing that Li Zuoqing was still led into a dead end by her, Xin Fei breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, another unexpected visitor came outside Fengyang Pavilion.

"Li Zuoqing."

Hearing this turbulent posture, she knew who was coming without the maid telling her.

Li Zuoqing asked Lanshuang to send Xin Fei back, and asked An Linlang to wait for her in the study.

After thinking about it, she still held a stack of purple sweet potato cakes in her hand. In case An Linlang loses her temper, she might be able to gag with something to eat.

Sure enough, as she expected, An Linlang stood at the door of the study, waiting for her angrily.

Seeing Li Zuoqing walking forward full of leisure, An Linlang's ponytail wrapped with a crimson headband flicked back and forth.

"Here, I brought it for you." Taking advantage of An Linlang's raising his hand, Li Zuoqing stuffed the pastry preemptively, and interrupted An Linlang's conversation at once.

The other party looked at her blankly and strangely, and at the stack of sweet cakes, half ashamed and half happy.

When An Linlang came in just now, she clearly saw Xin Fei walking out.

She called out to Di Kun, but Xin Fei's attitude was very cold, it was completely different from the docile look she saw around Li Zuoqing before.

All kinds of speculation made her angry and sad, so she rushed to Fengyang Pavilion's study room full of anger.

"Give a seat to An Meiren." Li Zuoqing sat casually on her special seat, raised her legs, and beckoned to the maid to lead An Linlang to sit diagonally opposite her.

Hearing this address, An Linlang was a little awkward, but she still sat on the turtle-footed mahogany chair.

In the past, the Eldest Princess always called her Linlang directly, and occasionally called her Little Linlang when she was friendly. Although she always angrily refused to admit it, in fact, every time the Eldest Princess called her like this, it made her feel very proud and at ease.

Although it seems that nothing has changed, but it seems that nothing is the same...

An Linlang was so courageous that she dared to look Li Zuoqing directly in the eyes.

The princess's black pupils reminded her of when she was very young, before she was used as a trading pawn, her father took her to watch an opera, and the dark curtain was equally unpredictable when there was no light.

"I've always wanted to talk to you, but you know, I've been very defensive lately." Li Zuoqing's expression was calm, even a little indifferent, but she knew that she was lying with her eyes open.

"..." Mentioning this, An Linlang looked away a little hurt.

"So I actually thought of a way that might compensate you."

Li Zuoqing's voice was very soft, as gentle as comforting a little girl. Seeing An Linlang's expectant gaze, she also expressed her thoughts.

"If there is a chance, I can take you home—to your own palace city."

She remembered that in the original book, Lin Qiwu officially became the queen of her dreams in the later period, and An Linlang completely became a pawn for her to rule the harem with a knife-this poor Kun, the only one who has no backer in the palace and doesn't care about her mother country, is the last one. A good type.

Although the current Li Zuoqing still doesn't fully understand An Linlang's nature, she feels that An Linlang is not a bad-hearted person.

And when she has the opportunity to send An Linlang back, it will be a matter after becoming the emperor, so it shouldn't be considered as affecting the promotion of the plot.

As long as she makes a promise now, the future emperor must keep her promise, and then An Linlang will definitely be free...

"Woo, huh!" An Linlang choked up for a moment, and suddenly slumped on the chair as if frightened.

All of a sudden, complex emotions came one after another.

"I, I can't," she paused, her tone softened, "are you always by your side?"

If Li Zuoqing likes it, she can be as quiet and docile as Xin Fei, she can change her arrogant temper, and play the piano and write like Lin Qiwu, although she is not very good at reading, but if Li Zuoqing likes...

"How should I put it, I think this is the best choice for you." Li Zuoqing sighed dully, how could she explain that An Linlang is not suitable to be an imperial concubine in the future.

Lin Qiwu, who has a background and is ruthless, can't tear An Linlang apart.

The worst thing was that the original owner loved and indulged Lin Qiwu in every possible way. Lin Qiwu murdered and set fire under the original owner's nose. It was probably just a few criticisms, a proper pair of Bao Si and King Zhou.

Seeing the domineering An Linlang suddenly languishing, Li Zuoqing also felt a little distressed, and said softly: "Actually, I'm not sure if it can be done, right? If it doesn't work, then everything will be business as usual."

business as usual.These four words were An Linlang's reassurance, and she burst into tears and rushed forward in a flash: "Then it's settled, you can't just let me go!"

"Okay." Li Zuoqing patted her on the back, but only she knew that her becoming an emperor was an unstoppable future.

After appeasing and solving An Linlang's whereabouts, she finally made up her mind to start working on the fireworks.

For several days in a row, she secretly asked someone to ask which Zhuangzi produced the firecrackers for the Royal New Year Banquet. The news was unimpeded, but it was almost useless to her. Anyone can imagine the resistance.

It seemed that her elder brother really wanted to see her make a fool of herself this time.

But about three days later, Xin Fei came to Fengyang Pavilion again, and brought her a piece of news that she had been thinking about in her dreams.

"There is a famous craftsman in the fireworks factory in Lizhou, who has passed down the craftsmanship of firecrackers from generation to generation. He will definitely help Lang Yu achieve his goal."

At that time, Xin Fei was playing chess, and Li Zuoqing hadn't reacted when he suddenly said this.

"Since I promised you, I will be responsible to you." Seeing her surprised appearance, Xin Fei explained in a flat tone.

Although it sounded very reliable, Li Zuoqing always felt that something was weird.

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