Les veuves de la dynastie Song se remariaient facilement

Chapitre 67

Le Yan smiled wryly: "Your Majesty has so many treasures in the palace, why did you take a fancy to my tattered fan?"

"I just really like it. I don't know why, but as soon as I saw it... I felt a sense of familiarity, and the more I looked at it, the more I liked it. What, are you reluctant to part with it?" The emperor said with amusement, opening the fan to examine it closely, then looked up and chuckled. "How about this, I'll have someone make another fan for you, my dear minister, using... gold, shall we? That should be enough to replace this tattered fan of yours, right?"

He looked at her with a gentle smile, seemingly harmless, but Tang Leyan sensed the determination in the emperor's tone.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to reluctantly give it up.

In fact, this guy is her uncle.

Consider it a gift for Uncle Xuan.

“Alright,” Leyan replied, “then I will wait for Your Majesty’s golden fan…” She turned back and smiled bitterly.

"Alright." The emperor happily agreed, took the fan, and seemed quite fond of it.

Le Yan stood to the side, watching him examine it over and over, touching it repeatedly, and slowly began to sweat.

"Wait a moment, Your Majesty!" he finally couldn't help but say.

This fan has many mechanisms. If he touches it haphazardly like this and accidentally triggers one, all thirty-eight bone-strength steel hidden weapons might fly out at once. In that case... he would be unable to escape the charge of "regicide".

"Hmm?" The emperor turned around.

“This fan…actually, this fan…” My heart was bleeding, “This fan actually has another wonderful use.”

I was forced to start explaining.

"Sigh..." The person at the table began to sigh for the 108th time.

Mo Hua was engrossed in embroidering something to the side, but she couldn't stand his complaining tone any longer, so she said, "What's wrong? I haven't seen you happy since you came back. What's with all this sighing and groaning? I don't think spring has even arrived yet."

Le Yan still had that gloomy look on her face, as if she hadn't heard the sarcasm in the girl's words at all. Instead, she said, "Alas, my spring has not yet arrived, but some people's spring seems to have arrived."

"Don't be vague, we don't understand riddles." Mo Hua examined the embroidery in her hands.

“I’ll tell you something…” Le Yan leaned forward mysteriously, “Mo Zhu, you have to swear you won’t tell anyone else.”

"Um?"

"I've noticed that someone seems to be interested in me..."

Mo Hua glanced at her, her expression suddenly becoming a little excited: "Alright, I swear, who is that discerning person?"

“Well, let me tell you,” Tang Leyan lowered her voice even further, “it’s the Emperor.”

Mo Xiang's expression instantly relaxed. He stepped back and turned around, saying dismissively, "Could you be seeing things?"

"No, he said something weird to me today." Le Yan scratched her head.

"What did you say?"

"He actually said he didn't go to Xu Meiren's place."

"So what?"

Why is he trying to distance himself from this?

"That's probably because you once stopped the emperor from visiting the harem."

"But I was just doing it for fun."

“Well, you did do it after all. Maybe the emperor thinks you have feelings for him.”

"No way," a thoughtful voice said, "I'm with the emperor, I'm with the emperor, it doesn't seem to make any sense, even though he is indeed good-looking."

"Hmph, wipe your drool."

"Oh... I'm sorry." She lifted her sleeve, wiped her hand, and then put it down. "Also, he was holding my hand." Tang Leyan held up her hand and examined it closely.

Suddenly, my hand was grabbed by the hand next to me.

"What are you doing?" She turned to look at the maid, Mo Hua.

“Now I’m holding your hand,” Mo Hua said.

"So what?" Le Yan asked.

"Yes, so what?" Mo Hua smiled. "You didn't even realize that the emperor just shook hands with you casually? I think it's clearly you who's fallen for him."

Dragon and Tiger Fight in the Capital Chapter 82 Meeting the Emperor

Leyan felt that she had really been taken advantage of.

The maids around him were all sharp-tongued and quick-witted.

And she was such a kind and honest person, *cries*.

Mo Hua seemed to have been wronged somewhere, and now she grabbed her as if she had found a punching bag, saying fiercely, "What's wrong with the emperor casually shaking your hand? You're dressed as a man, think about it, does the emperor not like the beautiful and charming concubines in the harem, but like someone like you..." Finally, she still had some conscience, looked Le Yan up and down, and stopped talking.

Le Yan stared at her for a while, and finally nodded thoughtfully.

Mo Hua sighed, thinking that she had finally understood.

Unexpectedly, after a long while, the other side slowly said, "Mo Zhu, do you mean... that the emperor is gay?"

There was a "thud" sound from the other side; the ink painting that had been sitting at the table had fallen off the stool.

"Since that's the case..." The man was still obsessed with his cultivation, endlessly pondering.

"Xiao Di, is your injury healed?" Sitting by the bed, Le Yan asked with concern as she looked at the person in front of her.

"It's all over now," Xiao Di replied.

"Are you really alright?" He ran his hands over his body.

"Really." Xiao Di felt the veins on his forehead slowly throbbing.

"Alright, come to the palace with me tomorrow." Le Yan withdrew her hand with satisfaction and nodded.

Xiao Di's touch is as good as ever.

"Enter the palace?" Xiao Di was surprised, momentarily forgetting his annoyance at being harassed.

"Yes, it's not good to keep you cooped up at home all the time. The palace is so much fun, let me show you around." She smiled slightly, taking it all in as if the palace were her home.

Xiao Di looked at it suspiciously.

Le Yan reached out and patted his shoulder: "Don't worry, don't worry, with me here, I'll definitely protect you. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, be good."

For some reason, Xiao Di felt that this sentence sounded...strange.

It's like those shady characters trying to lure him to some strange place to do strange things.

Xiao Di thought it was his imagination.

However, despite his kind nature, he underestimated the evil of the person before him.

The next day. After getting ready, Xiao Di walked beside her, sword in hand. Tang Leyan looked at the handsome young man in front of her and nodded in satisfaction: "This outfit is nice, Xiao Di! No, I should say that our Xiao Di is getting more and more handsome."

She stared at him lecherously.

Xiao Di blushed slightly and turned her head away.

Suddenly, Tang Leyan grabbed him and asked Shishu, "Shu'er, when we stand together, who is more handsome, me or Xiao Di?"

Shi Shu curled her lip and said decisively, "Is there even a question? Of course it's Xiao Di." Shi Shu was determined to watch a good show.

Normally, upon receiving this answer, Leyan would have burst into tears, but today, contrary to her usual behavior, she cheerfully said, "Okay, very good."

He actually took Xiao Di out of the house with a smug look on his face.

Shi Shu stood there, very surprised, thinking she was hallucinating.

When did that guy change his ways?

It wasn't until Mo Hua emerged from the backyard that she heard Tang Leyan had dressed Xiao Di up and taken her to the palace. After a long moment of astonishment, the maid seemed to realize something, and her face paled.

"This is my younger brother."

Le Yan kept greeting the imperial guards she had met.

Today she changed back into her red dress, looking exceptionally dazzling. She was laughing and chatting all the way, truly a handsome and dashing young man.

This pleasant mood lasted until he bumped into the Nine Gates Admiral.

"Oh, look at Guard Yue, he looks all radiant and refreshed, and he's even wearing... Hmph, what's he up to?" The Nine Gates Admiral tugged at his cloak, pulling it tighter.

Not far from him, his subordinate was leading a horse, ready for use.

"This humble official is going to the palace," she replied, bowing respectfully.

The emperor took the fan away, and suddenly his hands were empty, making him feel increasingly uneasy.

"Oh, the Imperial Court is not for outsiders to enter without permission," the Admiral said dutifully. His gaze fell on Xiao Di behind Le Yan.

Xiao Di lowered his eyes, pretending not to see the person. However, he held the sword in his arms even tighter.

"Oh, they even brought weapons..." The admiral's eyes flashed like lightning.

Why bring up something you shouldn't say? Le Yan wanted nothing more than to kick this person far away, but she had no choice but to lower her head and say, "Admiral, please give me some face."

"I gave it to you, when are you going to return it?" he said softly with a smile on his lips.

"Anyway, it's all the same debt. You can ask for it whenever you feel it's appropriate." She shrugged.

“Very good, I’m very satisfied with that answer.” He reached out, patted her shoulder gently, and said, “Let’s go.”

His subordinates brought the horse over, and the devil turned and mounted it, his movements as graceful and beautiful as a dance.

Leyan bowed and saw him off.

Xiao Di gave a cold laugh and turned his head away.

In front of the imperial study, a guard glanced at the young man behind Tang Leyan and asked, "Who is this?"

Although he was quite handsome, he exuded a cold, murderous aura, as if he were someone who was difficult to get along with.

Moreover, he was carrying a very stylish sword in his arms.

How dare someone bring weapons into the palace? Isn't that courting death?

But they didn't dare to rebuke him.

Le Yan smiled obsequiously: "This is my friend, whom I'm introducing to His Majesty today."

"Does Your Majesty know?" the guard asked.

An An's expression changed. She had long known that this Guard Yue had connections everywhere. Although he didn't seem to have any powerful backing, he had repeatedly broken the law after entering the court but had never been punished. Moreover, he was very familiar with the Grand Councilors and the Empress Dowager, so he must be a member of the Chu family. He was not someone to be trifled with, not to mention that even His Majesty favored him and granted him permission not to wear the guard uniform. Tsk tsk, look at that eye-catching red. Who else in the palace would dare to wear such a color besides him?