The poor lover provoked Luo Xiaoniang

Chapter 201: Trapped by Love

In an era when men were superior to women, women were the playthings of men.

The wife is a victim of various interests, most of whom are not favored.The concubine even tried her best to win the favor of the lords in order to earn a place to live.

Empress Lu suffered a lot, so since she came to the court and took control of the government, officials who favored their concubines and killed their wives were all dismissed from their posts and never hired, which made those miserable victims of politics and interests feel a little bit more. hope.

But people's emotions and desires are often involuntary, and things like moths flying into the fire still happen from time to time, and they are repeatedly prohibited.Especially the monarchs of the vassal states were dissatisfied with Empress Lu's arbitrariness, so the lords under their rule still did whatever they wanted.

The sky is high and the emperor is far away. This deep-rooted thought has been ingrained in the bone marrow, and it is difficult to remove.

Mr. Bo Lang is not a sage, he just thinks the same as everyone else.

Luo Jiaojiao's father, Luo Yi, is a rare lover.Not only did he not take concubines, he also did not remarry after his wife passed away. His actions directly affected Luo Jiaojiao's criteria for choosing a spouse.

Mr. Bo Lang didn't want to lose Luo Jiaojiao, nor did he want to give up his political ambitions, so he was in a dilemma and had no way to deal with it.

Luo Jiaojiao sat by the spring pond in a daze.A clear spring "gurgles" out of the spring and flows into the pond.

This is the second time that Mr. Bo Lang has mentioned their matter, and his affection has been obvious for a long time.

Of course Luo Jiaojiao also likes Bo Langjun, that's why she is distressed and hesitant.

Luo Jiaojiao and Bo Langjun sat alone in the study, while the other sat by the spring pool.They are both trapped in love, but they refuse to retreat from each other, and they are destined to suffer emotional torture.

Half an hour later, Luo Jiaojiao walked back to Mr. Bo Lang's study with a water bowl in his hand.Seeing Bo Langjun still sitting at the tea table, she couldn't help being stunned.

"Put it down!" Seeing Luo Jiaojiao standing in front of the tea table in a daze, Mr. Bo Lang asked her to put down the water bowl.

Only then did Luo Jiaojiao come to her senses and put down the water bowl.Mr. Bo Lang slowly raised his arms and picked up a small water ladle and began to add water to make tea.

The study was surprisingly quiet, only the sound of boiling tea could be heard.

The fragrance of tea fills the room, but the tea drinkers have their own concerns.

Qiu Zijun didn't see Luo Jiaojiao go to him for a day, so he came here in person.As soon as he entered the study, he found that the atmosphere was different from before.

Luo Jiaojiao held the tea bowl in both hands and bowed her head in a daze.Mr. Bo Lang closed his eyes and drank the tea.

"Girl! You can't stop practicing!" Qiu Zijun walked into the study and said.

"Yeah! Sit down!" Luo Jiaojiao got up to pour tea for Qiu Zijun.

"What's the name of your trick?" Bo Langjun opened his eyes and stared at Qiu Zijun and asked.

"Eighteen Soaring Palms!" Qiu Zijun took a sip of the tea Luo Jiaojiao handed over.

"But you only hit sixteen palms!" Bo Langjun blurted out.

"I've only practiced so far!" Qiu Zijun didn't hide anything from Bo Langjun.

"This is already amazing!" Luo Jiaojiao was envious.

"Girl! Let's go!" Qiu Zijun stood up and called.

Luo Jiaojiao followed Qiu Zijun to Jingyuan to meditate and practice.Mr. Bo Lang went to Qingyuan Xiangxie alone.

The backyard of Mr. Bo Lang's dormitory is full of green grass.He stood still in the courtyard, closed his eyes and recalled Qiu Zijun's body skills and movements, and then took a deep breath, transporting his internal energy to his toes.

The body rotates, rushes upwards, rises from the ground, and instantly strikes the palm.But Mr. Bo Lang only hit five or six palms, and his feet had already landed on the ground.

"It's so difficult to practice!" Bo Langjun said the same thing even after trying several times.He had to admire Qiu Zijun's skill.

The sky gradually darkened.The grass in the courtyard has been turned into a circle of mud-like color by the force of Bo Langjun's feet.

Mr. Bo, who was sweating all over, went to the bath.The water in the pool was warm to relieve fatigue, and he leaned against the edge of the pool and closed his eyes for a nap.

"Master! Madam is unwell!" Luan rushed to the door to report.

"What?" Bo Langjun put on a bath towel and got out of the pool.

Mr. Bo Lang went to the palace to visit his elder sister.Luo Jiaojiao didn't know.She practiced internal strength for two hours under Qiu Zijun's guidance, and then returned to Bo Langjun's study.

The moon slowly climbed up the treetops.Luo Jiaojiao sat at the tea table and waited for Bo Langjun.She unconsciously fell asleep on her stomach.

Qiu Zijun made beef noodles and brought them over, but only saw Luo Jiaojiao sleeping on the tea table alone.

"Girl! Where's the kid?" Qiu Zijun put down the tray and asked Luo Jiaojiao who was rubbing her eyes.

Luo Jiaojiao shook her head, expressing that she didn't know where Bo Langjun was going.Qiu Zijun put a bowl of noodles in front of Luo Jiaojiao and said, "He has no food! Let's eat!"

"Well! You can bring this bowl to Jiang Yu later!" Luo Jiaojiao picked up the chopsticks.

The noodles were delicious, Luo Jiaojiao finished the bowl, but her eyes were on the bowl of noodles left for Jiang Yu.

"Girls are too fat to look good!" Qiu Zijun's words made Luo Jiaojiao blush.

"You made too delicious!"

"If you like it, I can make it for you every day! Something may have happened to him! You should rest early!" Qiu Zijun left with a bowl of noodles.

Luo Jiaojiao looked at the sky, then extinguished the candle in the study and went back to her room.She lay in bed but was sleepless.Where did Lang Jun go?

Mr. Bo Lang is currently guarding Bo Ji in Anqing Palace.Bo Ji's body was weak and she contracted a cold, so she was bedridden.

"I'm fine! You go back!" Bo Ji knew that Bo Langjun was busy with work, so she persuaded him to go back to the mansion.

"Don't talk! Go to sleep! I'm not leaving today!" Bo Langjun tucked the quilt for his elder sister.

Bo Ji slowly closed her eyelids.She knew that if she didn't sleep, his younger brother would always sit by the bed with her.She didn't want him to bother, so she had to take a nap.

"Your Majesty is already asleep! Sir, go to rest! There is morning morning tomorrow!" Bo Ji's personal maid, Yan'er, walked to the bedside and saluted.

"Take care!" Bo Langjun ordered, then got up and went to his own room.

It was only when Bo Langjun was lying on the bed that he realized that he had not told Luo Jiaojiao that he had entered the palace.

"She should be asleep right now." As soon as Bo Langjun closed his eyes, Luo Jiaojiao's cute and naive appearance when she was asleep came to mind.

"Your Majesty! The little prince refuses to sleep, and must find his wife!" Huang's servant's voice was full of helplessness and tremors.

Mr. Bo Lang put on his clothes and got up, and came outside Bo Ji's bedroom.He saw Liu Ye strenuously walking towards the gate of the palace holding the hand of the servant girl who was waiting on him.But his strength was too weak, so he could only cry and hum.

"Ye'er! The lady is ill! You can't disturb her!" Bo Langjun said in a deep voice.

Liu Ye seemed to be overwhelmed by Bo Langjun's voice.He stared at Mr. Bo Lang for a while, then let go of the maidservant's hand, and staggeringly came to him.

"Hug!" Liu Ye raised his head and opened his small arms to ask Bo Langjun to hug him.

Mr. Bo Lang raised his eyebrows, looking at Liu Ye's thin body and pale cheeks, he couldn't help feeling compassionate.He bent down and hugged Liu Ye with one hand.

Liu Ye stared at Bo Langjun motionlessly in his arms.Bo Langjun looked into Liu Ye's big eyes and said, "How about going back to sleep?"

"Ye'er is afraid!" Liu Ye lowered his head and whispered.There was a cry in his milky voice, which touched the softest part of Bo Langjun's heart.

Mr. Bo Lang carried Liu Ye to his bedroom.Liu Ye obediently lay beside Bo Langjun and fell asleep.

How great would it be if she would give birth to a son for me?Bo Langjun looked sideways at little Liu Ye beside him, thinking secretly.

(End of this chapter)