There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the 39th piece: (3)

"This is Prince An's Mansion? This is Prince An, right?" Linglong asked incredulously, "You dare not listen to what this king said? It's just that you killed a minion, so what are you doing there?!"

The butler's face sank, and didn't take Linglong's words seriously, "I'm all standing here, there's nothing to do, right?"

The servants dared not to leave or stay, but the butler held back his anger and walked to Linglong's side with a low voice: "The prince, don't mess around. If the concubine and empress do find out, they will be unhappy."

Linglong's backhand is a loud big mouth!

Although he is only a housekeeper, he can be respected for so many years, what he said in the palace is more effective than that of King An, and because of his status as a housekeeper, he can speak in front of Princess Hu. For so many years, the housekeeper has tried his best to coax King An. , Let the other party obey his own words, who dares to be a little disrespectful to him? It happened to be Wang An, who gave him a loud slap in the face, causing him to spit out blood from the corner of his mouth, and even spit out broken teeth when he coughed!

The shock covered other emotions. What kind of virtue An Wang is, no one knows better than the housekeeper who grew up watching him! The heart is taller than the sky and there is no talent to match it. He only wants to rebel and become an emperor without seeing if he is that piece of material. Indulging in the sensuality of fine wine all day long is simply a waste!

But that's what they want. King An doesn't need to be outstanding and outstanding. The worse he is, the better he is, the better he is, and when he has completely challenged the emperor's bottom line, they only need to push a little and things will go backwards as they expected.

But now, the housekeeper covered his face and fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up. Linglong plucked her fingernails and blew the non-existent ashes, "She's not happy, Guan Ben Wangshishi?"

After speaking, he stepped on the butler's head and asked coldly, "Can you listen to what the king is saying now?"

She really doesn't want to use violence to solve the problem, can these guys wink?

Seeing the prince’s amazing slap, the people finally knew who they were going to listen to. The butler was gagged and dragged down. He was still struggling at first, and his face was full of stern expression. Later, it turned out that Linglong was really going to kill him, and finally knew Fear, tears flowed, but she couldn't move her at all.

The old ones won’t go, the new ones won’t come. Linglong gathered everyone in the palace in front of her. Considering many aspects such as age, figure and temperament, she chose the best looking one as the new housekeeper. In addition to that, she pulled the concubine Hu's people clean, the old witch wanted her life, and there was no door!

After a day of rest at home, in the early morning of the next morning, Linglong deliberately entered the palace in advance to greet Emperor Zhao, and by the way, care about the injury of the cheap emperor. She continued An Wang's extravagant painting style, wearing a bright red brocade robe with beautiful jade tied around her waist. The brocade robe was also embroidered with auspicious clouds pattern with gold thread, which was dazzling by the reflection of sunlight.

The dragon girl thought she was so beautiful.

Zhaodi didn't expect that this dead brother--the dead sister would take the initiative to enter the palace to greet him, but since she is a daughter, he treats her with a more pleasant attitude: "Why, what can I find today? "

"After my courtier went back yesterday, I was tossed and awake. I am really worried about your injury, Brother Huang. Isn’t that right? I came here early in the morning. Brother Huang would be better? Be sure to speak."

Big eyes blinked, watery, full of sincerity, as if removing that layer of hypocritical coat, the whole person was released.

Emperor Zhao groaned, his right shoulder was injured by a sharp weapon. If he said it was heavy, it was not too heavy. It was just that he could not pick up the pen for a long time, so he would dictate the folds and leave it to the servant to write. This bear sister was suddenly so kind, Zhaodi didn't doubt her, seeing her small face is white and tender and full of joy, all day long eating and drinking, beckoning cats and dogs not to do business, the roots of his teeth are a little bit sour.

Originally, Linglong just meant to be polite. How could I know that Emperor Zhao really nodded: "Since you say that, I am not polite."

Half a quarter of an hour later, sitting in front of the case, there was a book of folded papers in front of him, and Linglong, who had folded papers piled up by small hills on the left and right sides, suddenly became unlovable. Sitting cross-legged, she turned her head to look at Emperor Zhao on the dragon chair: "Brother Emperor..."

"Why, you don't want to worry about me anymore?"

Linglong flattened her mouth and sprayed two breaths from her nostrils. Zhaodi also specially asked her to get the case over. He set it on the side of his desk, and he sat on the dragon chair. This angle can not only bring her to her side. With a panoramic view of her situation, she is much taller than her!

The waiter on the side grinds the ink conscientiously, while Emperor Zhao slowly opened a book, his thin lips lightly opened, and he uttered a word: "Read."

Well, Linglong has to read the zhezi to him, and she writes it down for him when he tells the decision!

She was weak in reading, and when she mentioned the characters written in the ink pen, the characters were even more like ghostly drawn symbols. Zhaodi couldn't help frowning when she saw them: "...Where have you read all of your books?"

How could they be imperial children who are going to study at the Imperial College, so how come they write such a crawling character?

Linglong lay on the table: "I just can't write well!"

The voice was soft, sweet as honey, Zhaodi suddenly remembered that she was coming from a girl's house, and said in a deep voice: "Sit down, how old you are, you don't even have a sitting face." It was like boneless.

It is said that Wang Li was not a ceremonial person in the past. At that time, Emperor Zhao only felt that he was hopeless, but now that the younger brother has become a younger sister, it is completely different-sitting in such a posture at his daughter’s house. It's too bold, so people can see what to do?

Linglong quietly drew a little turtle on the memorial with a Zhubi: "Oh."

The corner of Zhaodi's eyes twitched, sister Xiong, who did not read very well, and her writing was even more ugly, but the tortoise was vividly drawn.

"You said that you are willing to share the worries for me. Why, you are not willing to let you read a book and write two comments? How can I believe that you are sincere?"

Linglong quickly put down the Zhubi and got up from the soft cushion. She felt a little numb after sitting cross-legged for too long. She leaped towards the Emperor Zhao, stretched out her two small hands, and struck his shoulders diligently: "The ministers can accompany the emperor to eat, drink tea, talk about the mountains, massage and beat the back for health care, but don’t ask the emperor to sit there without moving. It’s too uncomfortable to read a book and criticize you. There are several beauties in the mansion of the courtiers who are good at singing, is the emperor interested?"

When she said this, Emperor Zhao remembered the piles of beauties in Wangan's mansion.

A black face: "What's the use of you wanting so many beauties?"

"Look!" Linglong replied frankly, "It's pleasing to the eye! It's better than facing the old faces of the front face every day! And the beauties are gentle and considerate and will please people!"

Zhaodi looked at her white, tender and flawless little face. Such a face was actually much more beautiful than the courtiers, and it was also much more lively and interesting. The slender index finger stroked Linglong's eyes curiously, and rubbed it under her eyes: "Usually I look at your eyes are black and blue, and people are also full of deficiencies, wiped it out and look energetic."

It is like a moldy and mottled tree root, suddenly turning into a vigorous sunflower. The former is disgusting and suffocating, while the latter is very pleasing.

Linglong looked around, making sure that no one dared to eavesdrop, and then quietly approached Zhaodi's ears, and the warm and sweet breath blended with him, ambiguous and close: "If it weren't like that, people would think that the courtier was'no.'"

Zhaodi's face turned black again, "It's a idiot."

"It's not a nonsense!" She grumbled, as if her daughter had nothing to hide once she was exposed, she completely showed her true self in front of Emperor Zhao, and she complained. "Brother emperor doesn't know how difficult it is! The courtier began to develop a few years ago, and he was so painful that he had to wrap his cloth around him. I was afraid that people would see it. Bad habit! And ah, last year when Tiangui first arrived, every month the courtier had to be like a thief! The courtier was a prince at any rate, so he had to sew and wash the trousers by himself, and deal with it secretly... the emperor. Brother, do you know how painful this is!"

Emperor Zhao was fortunate that he waved his hand to let the minions retreat before Sister Xiong was released, otherwise, someone would hear her complaint, and I don't know what trouble would be caused.

"Oh." Linglong glanced at Emperor Zhao and sighed deeply.

Zhaodi thought her eyes were very unfriendly, "Why are you sighing?"

"Why are you telling the emperor about this? Brother emperor can't feel the same way."

Zhaodi:...

"Hey, brother, the courtiers are about to come again these days. You can help out. Find a few people to serve the courtiers. It's not impossible for the courtiers to stay in the palace first."

As she said, she arched her two small tender claws in favor: "Please beg the emperor, you are my closest, most trusted and most important person in the world."

"I?" Zhaodi was startled, "Why don't you go looking for the concubine?"

That was her biological mother, who must know her true gender. It stands to reason that some people should be sent to protect her over the years.

When I asked this, I saw Sister Xiong's face instantly pulled down, and she looked very downhearted. Just when Zhaodi started to wonder if she was asking the wrong question, Linglong lowered her head: "I'm not going to look for her, I hate her. "

Upon hearing this, Zhaodi became more puzzled.

As everyone knows, King An is very filial to his biological mother Hu Tai Concubine. The King An in front of Hu Tai Concubine is definitely a great filial son, but Hu Tai Concubine does not spoil her "son", but treats him equally. Therefore, although the world feels that King An is incompetent and incompetent. To Concubine Hu, few people said she was bad.

In addition, Concubine Hu was also very peaceful. In fact, as long as King An was not out of imagination, Emperor Zhao was willing to let him take Concubine Hu to live in the palace.

But listening to what she said now seemed to be hidden.

Linglong pointed her finger aggrievedly: "I... can't say now, didn't the emperor send someone to investigate my wrongdoing? Brother emperor is so powerful, he can definitely find it out, and he will know everything by then. "

For some reason, Zhaodi always felt that she was very depressed at this time, so he said warmly: "Don't tell me, I feel a little sore in my shoulders, please give me a squeeze."

Seeing that lost little face lit up instantly, he happily replied: "Hey!"