Luo Fengtang habitually raised his hand to scratch his head, but found that he was wearing an official hat, so he had to lower his hand.

He glanced at Yang Ruoqing again, with fondness in his eyes, and stammered: "It looks good. My Qing'er looks good in anything she wears, hehe..."

Yang Ruoqing glared at him, "You idiot!"

The carriage stopped at the gate of the yard. Sun, Da'an and others all got up, and the main room of the house was brightly lit.

Yang Ruoqing was deeply moved when she saw my mother and her brothers and sisters all neatly dressed and waiting in the yard. They were all careful, speaking and doing things smoothly and auspiciously.

I couldn't help but think of the time when I was in Changping Village. If I had to go to the county town to do errands or something, my parents would get up early and then escort them out carefully, saying good luck and saying goodbye...

"Don't worry, mother and younger brothers and sisters. Tang Yazi and I will be back after lunch in the palace. We will celebrate the festival together at night!" Before going out, Yang Ruoqing took Sun's hand and patted it gently.

road.

Mrs. Sun nodded and told Yang Ruoqing: "The imperial palace is not like other places. There are noble people everywhere, so be careful in what you say and do."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "I'm not a child, mom, don't worry."

Luo Fengtang usually rode to the palace on horseback, but today because Yang Ruoqing was traveling with him, he simply sat in the carriage with her.

"It takes half an hour to get off the carriage from here to the palace. Qing'er, you can sleep for a while. I'll call you when we get there," he said.

Half an hour is an hour.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "I don't want to sleep, just talk to me. I'll be there in a minute."

Luo Fengtang nodded, stretched out his arm and hugged her gently, "What do you want to hear?"

Yang Ruoqing leaned in his arms, thought for a moment, and said, "Well, I was thinking, with His Majesty's appearance now, it should be Prince Qi Xingyun who will receive your male guests today, right?"

Luo Fengtang said: "Well, it should be so, and for you female family members, Queen Xiao Han will be in charge of entertaining you."

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and said, "I heard there is a program to watch today."

"The beautiful ladies who were waiting for selection before entering the palace are now fifty to twenty today. I heard that they will dance the Feiyan Dance compiled by the late queen, and twenty beautiful ladies will be selected from them."

Luo Fengtang said: "Well, almost."

Yang Ruoqing looked up at him: "Speaking of which, I have never seen a formation like this before. Today, I am also lucky enough to witness this wonderful scene of plump and thin birds and hundreds of flowers blooming, hahaha...

"

Seeing her dancing with excitement in his arms, Luo Fengtang's head was filled with black lines.

"But they are all Israeli servants. A draft like this will be held every three years after the prince ascends the throne and becomes emperor."

"This time, we are only choosing within the capital city. In the future, the entire Daqi and even neighboring neighboring countries may send princesses to come for marriage, and small affiliated countries will pay tribute to beauties!" he said.

Yang Ruoqing's eyes were bright and she clicked her tongue and said: "Wow, this Qi Xingyun is really blessed. Being an emperor is good. No wonder so many people want to be an emperor. All the beauties in the world belong to him!"

Luo Fengtang curled his lips, and a trace of disapproval flashed across his eyes.

"You can only drink from one gourd of water, and you cannot marry the woman you like as your wife. No matter how many orioles and swallows there are, they are just decorations, like the vases in the house or the bonsai in the yard." He said.

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Then, his eyes fell on Yang Ruoqing's face.

Qi Xingyun once had a clear view of Qing'er's thoughts as he was also a man.

Now that time has passed, Qi Xingyun's thoughts should have faded away long ago, right?

Well, I hope that his three palaces and six courtyards will be filled up, and he will be surrounded by beauties every day, so that he will not have the time and thought to pursue my Qing'er's idea.

Thinking of this, Luo Fengtang tightened his arms and held Yang Ruoqing tightly in his arms.

There is only one Qing'er in the world, and that is Luo Fengtang's wife, and no one can take her away!

…

His embrace was warm and solid, and it felt particularly comfortable to lean against him.

The wheels of the carriage made a rhythmic sound as they pressed against the ground, as if they were hypnotized. The slight bumps made them feel like they were in a cradle. After talking for a while, Yang Ruoqing fell asleep unconsciously.

Seeing that she was sleeping, Luo Fengtang wrapped his entire cloak in his arms, and ordered the carriage driver to slow down to make the carriage stable and allow his Qing'er to rest for a while longer.

…

"Qing'er, wake up, we are here."

When Luo Fengtang's familiar low voice came to her ears, Yang Ruoqing opened her eyes.

At this time, it was already dawn outside, and the morning light poured in through the car window, illuminating his handsome face.

He was lowering his eyes and looking at her tenderly.

"I'm afraid I'll have to deal with it for a long time today, which is a bit exhausting. Thank you for your hard work, Qing'er. When I go home tonight, I'll reward you." He said solemnly.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips, "Fool, I am your wife, and it is my duty to do these things."

"However," she paused and gave him a wink, "I'm curious. Are you planning to reward me when you go back tonight?"

"Wash your feet? Knead your arms? Beat your shoulders?" she asked.

Luo Fengtang smiled a little evilly, his eyes lingering on her pink earlobes for a moment, "Of course I will reward you in the way you know how."

"hiss……"

Yang Ruoqing took a breath of air and felt goosebumps all over her body.

"You, you are not serious, I won't tell you, get out of the car!" She said, quickly getting out of his arms.

"Qing'er, wait a minute..."

Luo Fengtang suddenly called out to her.

Yang Ruoqing paused and turned to look at him in confusion.

But she saw him stretching out his finger towards the corner of her mouth, and gently scratched the corner of her mouth with his index finger.

"Okay, no more drool now." He said with a smile in his eyes.

Yang Ruoqing was startled for a moment, then her face turned red like a monkey's butt.

Afraid that it would be inconvenient to go to the toilet later in the morning, she only drank a few mouthfuls of porridge before going out. She had taken a nap earlier and dreamed about eating.

This saliva probably came out at that time. Oh, how embarrassing!

"It's not shameful at all. I just like to see my Qinger drooling like a little pig." Luo Fengtang whispered as if he could read minds.

Yang Ruoqing glared at him: "Uncle Zhongyong, don't tear this world apart, get off the bus and get off!"

Luo Fengtang got off the carriage first, lifted up the curtain in the carriage, and helped Yang Ruoqing get out of the carriage.

Yang Ruoqing is a woman who can jump off the back of a galloping horse, but now she has to pretend to be gentle.

First of all, this is the imperial palace. As the royal wife of the imperial court, no matter whether you speak, act or walk, you must follow the rules.

Secondly, this costume of a lucky woman really makes people top-heavy and unstable!

With the help of Luo Fengtang, Yang Ruoqing got out of the carriage and found that their carriage was parked in front of the Xuanwu Gate of the Imperial Palace.
Chapter completed!