The charming goddess chef

Chapter 71 Changing the Dragon Robe, I'm Just Me 7
"I just want to tell you that after changing the dragon robe, I'm just me! I'm just me just like you!" He held Qiao Baimei's face in his hands, looked into her eyes, and said sincerely.

It turned out that the reason why he took off the dragon robe was just to express this meaning to her, and it was not what she thought at all?

Oh my god, it's so shameful that she actually thought about it wishfully!
Qiao Baimei's face turned red, she lowered her eyes to look at the ground, not daring to look at Duanmuzhe.

She could feel that Duanmu Zhe was looking at herself with a wicked smile at this moment, how dare she raise her eyes to look at him.

"But wearing the dragon robe, you are still the emperor!" This is an unchangeable fact!

Although I don't want him to be a eunuch, I don't want him to be an emperor either!
If it is the emperor, it means that she cannot get too close to him.

He has so many concubines, if she gets close to him, isn't she courting death?It can be considered as someone who has died twice, and he really cherishes life extraordinarily.

She hopes to keep this friendship in her heart like this, and never pick it up again.

"In front of you, I don't need to wear the dragon robe, just for you, I don't wear the dragon robe!" He emphasized his tone and put his small body into his arms.

The idiot!He's already talked about this, don't you understand?

"It has nothing to do with the dragon robe. You are the emperor, and you are the emperor. I have to kneel and kowtow when I see you. I can't stand or sit with you on an equal footing, eat or play together. I can only follow behind you. Standing next to you, this is the difference and disparity!"

"Then what if you become my concubine? If this is the case, can we stand, sit, eat, and play together without kneeling or knocking? I can license you to walk and sit with me alone." ,how?"

Qiao Baimei was dumbfounded when she heard that, the emperor actually wanted her to be his concubine?
"It's impossible!" She flatly refused!

She was not mentally prepared to share a husband with three thousand women. Even if she was friends with him, she would be afraid of being framed, let alone become an imperial concubine!
Duanmuzhe sighed, like a child, and said pitifully, "I'm hungry, so make me dinner, can you?"

(End of this chapter)