Don't abuse the prince, the princess has remarried

She understands the reason why the lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

It is precisely because she understands that she struggles and suffers...

Su Shuangluo thought about it for a long time, and finally decided to keep the Su family first. Only when the Su family is there can she stay. If the Su family is not there, she can't stand here and make Susi medicine properly.

Fortunately, she understands the principles of medicine. She doesn't have to be the old emperor's woman to become a favorite concubine. As long as the old emperor thinks that she has become his woman and makes him happy, she can also become a favorite concubine.

Su Shuangluo burned the letterhead in her hand, cheered herself up, burned incense and bathed, dressed up, and made a pot of black tea by herself.

He looked at the time, then picked up the black tea and walked towards Longquan Palace.

Since Empress Xie left, the emperor seldom stayed here at Longquan Palace. In the past few years, he almost always stayed at the Imperial Study Room. For some reason, he stayed here at Longquan Palace these days.

He didn't sleep most of the night, just sat there looking at the eighteen weapons hanging on the wall.

Longquan Palace is not like other palaces, it is decorated with nephrite jade and fragrance. It is very low-key and cold, and it is not those expensive antique calligraphy and paintings, but the walls are full of knives, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, forks, whips, maces, hammers, sticks, and sticks. There are eighteen kinds of weapons with sticks, spears and rakes.

Every weapon is of the highest quality, even if it has not been used for many years, it still emits a cold light.

Su Shuangluo had been serving the emperor for a while, and it was the first time she came to Longquan Palace.

Looking at Eunuch Sheng Jing Jinghou who was outside, he said politely, "I'll bring sleeping tea to the emperor, please let me know."

The emperor hadn't slept well for many days, and Eunuch Sheng was very worried, so he didn't ask much when he heard that she was delivering sleeping tea, so he hurried in to report.

The emperor came back to his senses a little, and said indifferently, "Let her in."

Su Shuangluo came in with black tea.

She was dressed in a green suit, with a belt tightly pinched, and her small waist was as soft as a wicker, as if it could be swayed in the wind. She was wearing a high bun, but she was wearing a gold swing.

Walking in step by step, it is like a fairy and goddess coming slowly, with infinite charm.

Eunuch Sheng always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong. He glanced at her a few times, and finally he hugged Fuchen, looked at his nose with his eyes, and looked at his heart respectfully outside.

Su Shuang walked in, only to feel a cold light flashing in front of her eyes, she raised her eyes slightly, and saw the shining big knives, long spears, big axes, iron hooks hanging on the wall...

He stumbled and almost staggered.

If she hadn't seen the emperor in a bright yellow dragon robe sitting behind the table, she would almost have thought she had entered a torture chamber.

Taking a deep breath, he collected himself, held the black tea, and continued to walk towards the emperor gracefully.

Sitting behind the table, the emperor stared fixedly at the red tasseled spear hanging on the wall, as if caught in some kind of memory, a faint soft light appeared on his usually cold and stern face.

I still remember that year during the royal hunting, he hunted down a tiger, the most ferocious beast in the royal hunting ground.

He shot all the bows and arrows in his hand, and saw that he was about to hunt it down, but he didn't want to, the tiger finally struggled desperately, and made a crazy counterattack towards him.

He ran out of bows and arrows in his hands, unable to resist, he rode his horse to escape, but he didn't want to, one claw of the tiger threw his mount down, and the other sharp claws went straight towards his throat.

His pupils constricted, thinking that he would die at the tiger's claws, but he didn't expect that at this critical moment, a red-tasseled spear stabbed obliquely, stabbing the tiger's throat firmly, and bright red sprayed out.

In this flower-like spray, he saw a pretty little face.

The beautiful eyebrows and eyes are as picturesque, but they have sharp eyes like beasts. Those eyes are resolute, sharp, and unstoppable, as if they are galloping thousands of troops, majestic.

His soul was captured in an instant, and he will never forget it.

"Your Majesty, please use tea..."

A sweet voice interrupted the emperor's memory.