In Emperor Qi's mind, he couldn't help but think of the women who had appeared in his life. Some of them had more profound memories, while some had long been blurred.

New people come and old people leave, one by one like a passing cloud of smoke.

Suddenly, the 95-year-old who had three palaces and six courtyards, and numerous beauties, actually felt a little envious and jealous of Luo Fengtang.

However, the emperor's pride and nobility made the words spoken by Emperor Qi run counter to what he thought in his heart.

"Uncle Zhongyong, you can still say these words solemnly at this moment, that's because Yang Ruoqing is still young and beautiful, and can also bring you fun." Qi Huang said.

"As for you, you are also young and vigorous. Wait until ten years later, when she will be old and beautiful, and then you will feel that what you said today in the imperial study room can only be used as a joke, haha...

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"No!" Luo Fengtang denied Qi Huang's words with a serious face.

"No one can stay beautiful and youthful forever, whether it's Qing'er, myself, or the Holy One,"

"Each of us will gradually grow old as the years pass. This is the law of nature and the law of heaven,"

"Following the way of heaven, obeying nature, and cherishing the people in front of us are all we can do."

"Every word I, Luo Fengtang, said in the imperial study today is a promise. No matter ten years, twenty years, or thirty years, it will not become an empty joke!"

"Because, Qing'er is Qing'er, and among all the countries in the world, there is only one Qing'er for thousands of years!"

"I, Luo Fengtang, only want her!"

Luo Fengtang's last two words were so resounding that they struck like a heavy hammer into the hearts of the three royal men present.

Every man has been young and romantic once, no matter what his status and background, during his growing up years,

There will always be that one woman who teases his budding heart.

Become his first love.

Emperor Qi, Qi Xingyun, or the second prince who loves beauties the most...

Luo Fengtang's words were like a key, opening the rusty lock on their hearts.

What is locked inside is the human nature, the purest and simplest love...

When Luo Fengtang finally walked out of the palace, breathed in the fresh air outside the palace, and looked at the vendors and pedestrians on Chang'an Street, he took a deep breath and felt like he was in another world.

Then, he clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and after a long roar, the horse under him carried him away like an arrow from a string...

The courtyard where Da'an was located was also decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and everyone's face was filled with joy and smiles.

Da'an even took leave from the Hanlin Academy and returned home. Previously, the whole family knelt down to receive the imperial edict. They all knew that his brother-in-law had been conferred the title of Zhongyongbo by the emperor, and his sister had also been conferred the title of first-grade imperial concubine. Good things come in pairs.

Now, the noon lunch has been prepared in the kitchen, full of eighteen dishes, and we are waiting for my brother-in-law to come back from the meal to celebrate as a family.

"Qing'er, you are now Mrs. Gaoming. When we see you in the future, will we also kneel down and bow down?" Mrs. Sun asked happily and curiously.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and said: "Mom, this title is only used for those ladies in the aristocratic circle who are also married to the emperor,"

"In our own homes, or in the village, I am still me. What I was like before will remain the same in the future!"

After hearing what Yang Ruoqing said, Mrs. Sun nodded in understanding.

But the woman was extremely happy, because not only did her son-in-law get promoted, but her daughter also had a title, and her daughter was also a noble person.

"Sister, why has my brother-in-law not come back after staying in the palace for so long? The eunuch who came here to deliver the imperial edict said he would be back soon, but an hour or two has passed and he still hasn't come back."

Xiaohua walked over and said a little anxiously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. I must be discussing state affairs with the emperor in detail. These things cannot be explained clearly in a few words."

Da'an also nodded and said, "Yes, let's wait patiently. Anyway, we are not in a hurry to go anywhere or do anything."

Yang Ruoqing glanced at Xiaohua who was holding her back in exhaustion and said, "Xiaohua, you are pregnant and cannot be tired for a long time. You go back to the house to sit down and rest, or go to the bed and lie down for a while. We can just wait here."

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Xiaohua forced a smile and said: "Sister, I can still hold on, I'm just a little worried that I can't control."

Worrying blindly?

Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

"What are you worried about? Tell us and let's listen." Yang Ruoqing asked.

Xiaohua shook her head, looking embarrassed, "It's nothing..."

"Just tell me, tell me, I don't like to say half and half," Yang Ruoqing said again.

Da'an also said: "Just say what you want to say. We are all family members here and there are no outsiders."

Xiaohua just nodded and whispered: "Maybe it's because I have been in the capital for more than half a year, and I often hear things about noble people."

"I heard that in the circle of nobles, it is common to give each other singers and maids as gifts,"

"Just like our villagers, catch an old hen or a shelduck from the backyard and give it to the people in the village who have good friendships to congratulate you on the happy event..."

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing interrupted Xiaohua and said, "Seeing that your brother-in-law hasn't come back for so long, are you worried that the emperor will reward his beauty?"

Xiaohua nodded repeatedly, "I'm so worried that my brother-in-law won't come back alone later..."

Yang Ruoqing remained silent and stood there, staring at the door of the yard, with thoughts in her eyes.

Xiaohua's worry is not a blind worry. In the aristocratic circle, singers and maids are not people, they are playthings. It is not strange to give gifts to each other.

As far as Yang Ruoqing knew, the two beautiful concubines in the backyard of the second prince Qi Xingchen were both rewarded by the Qi Emperor, and it was said that there were also beauties from other countries.

In the backyard of Wan Qingchun, the Duke of Zhenguo, there is a team of twelve singers. It is said that they were all given by others.

Except for these royal family members and high-ranking nobles, among literati and talented people, giving concubines to each other was considered a kind of elegance.

Not only in this era, but also in the previous time and space, it was the same.

Su Dongpo, the great writer of the Song Dynasty, moved many crazy men and resentful women with his poem in memory of his deceased wife.

But his attitude towards his concubine greatly undermined his image as a loving and good man.

He traded his concubine with a friend for a horse. The concubine was so angry that she was killed on the spot.

When he was demoted, he sold some of his concubines and gave others away. At that time, two of his concubines were pregnant with his children, and he didn't bother to take care of them.

Sigh, after talking so much, Emperor Qi might be happy and actually reward Tang Yazi with a few beauties in a way that is customary in the royal circle and let him take them back...
Chapter completed!