Marry a queen

No matter how powerful a person is, there will be times when he is hungry, and Sima Luo is no exception.

For the matter of early morning, he hadn't had a drop of water yet, so naturally he had to find something to fill his stomach when he was free now.The kitchen work right now... Uh, I often do it by adding firewood, and I am forced by the master, but I have never tried cooking and eating, but I have tried baking.

At this time, his eyes flicked to Shen Su'er.

Do you want to share troubles with your baby now?

As he spoke, he raised his hand and lightly tapped the acupuncture points on Su'er's body. [

After a while, Su'er wakes up faintly.

When Sima Luo was the first person he saw, he was inevitably disappointed.

She had just woken up, so she was naturally still in the dark about what happened before she fell asleep.

Just why would I sleep here?And how did Murong Jing become Sima Luo?She just remembered that when she rushed into the Zuiyue Tower, she didn't take a few steps before her eyes suddenly went dark and she fell asleep.I don't know the rest.

"His Royal Highness Sima—"

"Don't call him Your Highness, you can call him Sima, or A Luo. You can also call...Your Majesty."

A certain woman wanted to roll her eyes.

Ask again: "Why am I here!" She sat up with support.

A certain handsome guy next to him was smiling, "Why did you forget to come here? It was Murong Jing who sent it here."

"What did you say?"

"Hehe, of course, the three-year agreement has passed, so he will naturally send you back to me."

"Be more clear."

A certain handsome guy also began to spread rumors shamelessly. It was just seven points of truth and three points of lies. He said: "A three-year contract, I will put you in the palace for three years. After three years, Murong Jing will depose the queen. Get three cities, and ten thousand taels of gold." This ten thousand taels of gold was added by a certain man on a whim to add a little persuasiveness.

He continued to say quietly: "Now he is not the emperor and has no rights, but he still has you. Use you as the trump card to let me fulfill the promise I made a few years ago. Alas, I am the prince of Nanman, and I will be on the throne soon. The throne of God, his little request, plus he is also his elder brother, so it’s okay to give him three cities. With ten thousand taels of gold in hand, what kind of beauty do you want?”