The next second, Luo Qingchen felt that his wrist was broken by a strong force.
He staggered back and fell into Zhao Anyang's arms.
"Emperor..."
"Madam, are you okay!" Zhao Anyang had a look of jealousy in his eyes, and his domineering aura completely swallowed her up inch by inch.
God, is he jealous
"Mother...Mother..." Su Li was obviously stunned. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Anyang in front of him, and then said with an awkward smile: "This is..."
"He is my husband-in-law." Luo Qingchen smiled slightly and leaned her head against Zhao Anyang's chest.
Ding—the favorability is increased by five, and the task completion rate is 50%.
Phew, so dangerous. Zhao Anyang really likes little women who can hide in his arms and let him protect her.
"I'm blind, I didn't know Miss Luo was already married, so I'm offended!" The next second, Su Li recovered from the shock, bowed his hands, and said politely.
Although he didn't know who the man in front of him was, he could feel the kingly aura emanating from this man's body. He must be no ordinary person.
Zhao Anyang's eyebrows relaxed slightly, he looked at Su Li in front of him with half-squinted eyes, and said coldly: "It's okay, it's getting late, let's say goodbye."
In ancient times, women would pull up their black hair after getting married. Luo Qingchen still had her black hair reaching her waist. No wonder people didn't know about it.
But why is there still anger in his heart? It seems that as long as other men look at her one more time, he will feel jealous.
After saying that, he took Luo Qingchen's hand and turned around to walk in the direction of the palace.
As soon as she entered the palace gate, Zhao Anyang let go of her hand and walked quickly towards the imperial study without looking back.
Before Luo Qingchen could react, he had already disappeared around the corner of the palace corridor.
There was still warmth from him in my hands, but my heart felt cold.
Thinking about it, it was also his fault. After all, Zhao Anyang was the master of the east continent.
Seeing his wife talking and laughing with others makes her feel uncomfortable.
Thinking of this, she had to complain about her system. If it hadn't randomly accepted any branch lines, she wouldn't have made the main line so bumpy.
System prompt: The male protagonist likes to eat the female protagonist’s cooking.
Yo, your conscience has discovered it, right
I finally realized that my huge mistake had caused such irreparable and serious consequences, right
Host, please do not fantasize on your own...
Huh, Luo Qingchen snorted softly, indicating that he didn't care about breaking the system.
She doesn't seem to be very good at cooking.
But she did think of some dishes. As the saying goes, you are what you eat to make up for it!
Having no heirs for so many years must be due to bad kidneys!
The system expressed its helplessness, but had no intention of giving any hint to the host.
Luo Qingchen helped Xiaoqiu, and it took him two hours to finally prepare a large table of dishes.
Among them are: Pork belly stewed turtle, wolfberry mutton soup, walnut black rice dew, yam fried scallops...
"Why do I feel that these dishes are different from those usually prepared for the emperor in the imperial kitchen..." Xiao Qiu looked confused, not knowing why her master asked her to cook these.
"Just for a change, help me put all the vegetables into the basket, and I'll go to the imperial study room." Luo Qingchen chuckled, but she didn't plan to talk so much to Xiaoqiu.
At this moment, Zhao Anyang in the Imperial Study Room was a little anxious.
She must have felt uncomfortable if she was left alone so coldly just now.
It's all his fault. He knew it was a misunderstanding, but because of his jealousy, he bullied her.
Just when he was about to get up and go to Lanting Hall to find her, Eunuch Lin walked in from outside the door and saluted: "Mrs. Luo, please see the emperor." (To be continued)