The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

This year, Luo Ci was thirteen years old, and she will be fourteen in two months.

Because he was not well nursed at a young age, only in his thirties, the emperor's body was deteriorating, and the trajectory of his previous life did not change much. In the last life, the emperor died when Luo Ci was seventeen years old, three years later than King Huai'an.

Although the emperor was jealous of Prince Huai'an, from the beginning to the end, he never really attacked Prince Huai'an's mansion.

Even later, Luo Ci inherited the power of King Huai'an, and the emperor only coveted it, but never forced her to surrender military power.

Perhaps it was because of the former friendship, and perhaps because Luo Ci was just a woman, coupled with her cold temper, she would not marry easily, her power was always independent, and she would not be used by others.

Because of this, King Huai'an occasionally went to the capital to discuss affairs with the emperor. Although the friendship was not as good as before, the emperor never murdered the palace of Huai'an, nor did he arbitrarily give Luo Ci a marriage.

Feelings in this world are never either good or bad, black or white. Human feelings are far more complicated than they appear.

In the past, the Mingtang County Master was still young, and even if he wanted to win over the King of Huai'an, he could not seriously ask for marriage.

Now it is nearly fourteen years, and in another year, many powerful sons and daughters in the capital are eager to move. Even without the help of the Huai'an Prince's Mansion, Luo Ci's status as the Mingtang County Master and her exquisite and beautiful appearance have attracted many powerful and powerful people to ask for marriage.

The family background is prominent, the appearance is excellent, the temperament is docile, and the standard for choosing a wife is nothing more than this.

In the past two years, the correspondence between Chu Zhi and Luo Ci has been reduced a lot, even once every few months.

As King Huai'an slowly transferred the center of power to Luo Ci, she became increasingly busy and did not have much free time.

Just like five years ago, it was midsummer, but the corners of the father's eyes were more wrinkled, and the maid beside him was no longer Mingcui.

At noon, the father and daughter ate in the cool backyard. In summer, the appetite was not good, so the dishes were simplified a lot. In addition to the meal, there was also a cup of iced sour plum soup on the table.

Luo Ci scooped up a bowl with a spoon and placed it in front of King Huai'an before serving his own.

The sour plum soup in the white porcelain bowl is still air-conditioned, and the mint leaves are floating on it, which looks particularly attractive.

She held the bowl and drank, which was not in line with the etiquette of a county master, but King Huai'an didn't care about such red tape.

His original background was not good. He was adopted by his master since he was a child. Later, he went down the mountain to meet His Majesty, and then he entered the battlefield to fight. Because of his merit in assisting His Majesty, he was named a different surname king.

King Huai'an's warm and phoenix eyes looked at Luo Ci quietly, and there was a bit of worry in his eyes.

He wasn't sure what happened next.

He originally thought that if his daughter did not have the talent in this area, he would support a few loyal subordinates to help her, but the power should naturally be in his own hands. her leadership.

Among them, it is not necessarily that she did not want to cultivate her independent and strong mind, and she may not have thought about following her wife after she had arranged things in the future.

It's just that it is reluctant, in the end it is unbearable.

Just a few more years.

he thinks.

Thinking of the letter from Lingwu Mountain Villa, King Huai'an said a few words in a gentle and concerned voice, "In your spare time, do you want to go to the mountain villa to escape the summer?"

Just to avoid the limelight, many posts have been posted recently, inviting Xiaoci to a banquet, but it is nothing more than beating her attention as a daughter-in-law, and wanting their son to behave well in front of Xiaoci.

Even the eldest princess held a banquet of flowers and invited most of the ladies and wives of the aristocratic family.

In today's position, you can't be like in the villa, like it is like, hate is hate, even if you don't want to, you can't show obvious rejection, and you can't simply refuse.

There are many dignitaries in the capital, and it is impossible for him to refuse all of them. He can only not attend the banquet for other reasons.

Luo Ci put down the white porcelain bowl, "Is Father and King going too?"

King Huai'an hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "This time, the father and the king will not be there. You will ask my brothers and sisters to say hello to me."

He knew that, in order to avoid the competition between other princes and their forces, the emperor would fall on him with the recent drought in Quanqiu County, and he couldn't walk away.

Those princes did not have the ability to stand out, and they rushed to go there just for performance. There was a lot of silver taels for disaster relief, so no one cared about them. There were not many ministers who could go to the court, and some were restricted by their status as princes.

The lives of the people are at stake, and disaster relief must not be sloppy.

Moreover, there is still time to come, and it is not the last time.

Luo Ci quietly noticed her father's expression and felt slightly relieved.

It seems that the father and the king have no thoughts of dying with the mother and concubine for the time being.

It's just that if this day comes, she can't stop it.

So she never showed that she knew what he was thinking in front of him, and she would never say anything that she was reluctant to let him leave.

Because of my father, I have been waiting alone for a long time.

For more than ten years, I have been alone and endured the endless pain in silence. Such a sense of loneliness is unbearable.

The housekeeper once told her that her father spent many nights tossing and turning, painting alone at night, or practicing swordsmanship like in the old villa, so as to pass the lonely and desolate time.

Even though she has gotten closer to her father in the past five years, there is not much she can do.

She nodded meekly, "Okay."

King Huai'an thought of Chu Zhi. He knew that his daughter had not had much contact with the villa in the past two years. After thinking about it, he still did not speak.

She has few things to worry about, and she can make correct judgments and choices independently on many things, and she has her own ideas.

*

Lingwu Mountain Villa.

The young man in black brocade sat in front of the book desk, watching with a few letters from his subordinates.

At the age of nearly eighteen, the youthful face has faded from its former immaturity, his dark eyes are long and narrow and sharp, his fair and delicate chin is cold, and his body is full of unfathomable aura. temperament.

The slender fingertips couldn't help pinching the corner of the letter. The letter paper was clearly wrinkled, indicating that the owner was restless.

With his fingers slightly curled, he put down the letter, his eyes drooped slightly, and he slowly stroked the ink jade.

When was the last time you sent a letter?

It's like New Year's Eve.

It has been three or four months.

Chu Zhi's crow-like feathered eyelashes fell, and his dark eyes looked at a small wooden box on the desk. This was the letter from the last two years, but it was only half filled.

Compared with the previous three years, it is much less.

That year, with a still unclear mind, he almost fled, he couldn't help but start to escape, so the number of letters he wrote became less and less.

While escaping, he was eager to hear from her, so he couldn't help writing back to her asking how she was doing.