The Little Cutie is Taken Away by the Paranoid Male God

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

Since he didn't receive good care when he was young, and he was only in his thirties, the emperor's health was deteriorating, and there was not much change from the trajectory of his previous life. In his previous life, the emperor died when Luo Ci was seventeen years old, three years later than King Huai'an.

Although the emperor was jealous of the King of Huai'an, from the beginning to the end, he never really attacked the Huai'an Palace.

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

Maybe she was thinking about the former friendship, or maybe Luo Ci was just a woman, with a cold temper, she would not marry easily, her power was always independent, and she would not be used by others. The emperor did not do anything until he died.

Because of this, the King of Huai'an occasionally went to Beijing to discuss matters with the emperor. Although the friendship was not as good as before, the emperor never murdered the Huai'an Palace, nor did he marry Luo Ci at will.

Emotions in this world are never either good or bad, black or white. People's emotions are far more complicated than what they show.

In the past, Princess Mingtang was still young, even if she wanted to win over King Huai'an, she would not be able to seriously propose marriage.

Now it is nearly fourteen, and there will be another year, and many nobles in the capital are ready to move. Even if it is not for the help of the Huai'an Palace, Luoci's status as Mingtang Princess and her exquisite and beautiful appearance have attracted many nobles to propose marriage.

With a prominent family background, excellent looks, and a gentle temperament, the criteria for choosing a wife are nothing more than this.

In the past two years, the correspondence between Chu Zhi and Luo Ci has decreased 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.

Same as 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 dined in the cool backyard. The summer appetite is not good, so the dishes are much simplified. In addition to the meal, there is 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 exuding air-conditioning, and the mint leaves are floating on it, which looks very attractive.

She held the bowl and drank heavily, which was not in line with the etiquette that the princess should have, but the king of 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, and later he went down the mountain to meet His Majesty, and after that he went to the battlefield to fight, because of his meritorious service in assisting His Majesty, he was named a king with a different surname.

Wang Run of Huai'an looked at Luo Ci quietly with his phoenix eyes, and there was some hidden worry in his eyes.

He wasn't sure what was going to happen next.

He originally thought that if his daughter didn't have the talent in this area, he would support a few loyal subordinates to help her, but it was better to hold the power in his own hands. Seeing her previous performance, he couldn't help but spend time cultivating her. her leadership skills.

Among them, it may not be that she didn't want to cultivate her independent and strong mind, and she might not have thought about the things to be arranged in the future, so she followed her wife away.

It's just that it's reluctance, it's unbearable.

In a few more years.

he thinks.

King Huai'an thought of the letter from Lingwu Villa, so he mentioned a few words in a gentle and concerned voice, "Recently, in your spare time, do you want to go to the villa to escape the summer heat?"

Just to avoid the limelight, there have been a lot of posts recently, inviting Xiaoci to a banquet, nothing more than calling her attention as a daughter-in-law, and wanting their son to behave well in front of Xiaoci.

Even the Eldest Princess held a Hundred Flowers Banquet, inviting most of the women and wives of the family.

In today's position, I can't be the same as when I was in the villa. If you like it, you like it, and if you hate it, you hate it. Even if you don't want to, you can't show obvious rejection, let alone reject it outright.

There are many dignitaries in the capital, and it is impossible for him to refuse all of them. He can only refuse to attend the banquet for other reasons.

Luo Ci put down the white porcelain bowl, "Will the father come too?"

King Huai'an hesitated for a moment, then shook his head, "My father won't be going this time, so you can say hello to my brothers and sisters for me."

He knew that in order to avoid other princes and their forces from competing, the recent severe drought in Quanqiu County would probably fall on him, and he couldn't leave.

Those princes didn't have any special abilities, and they rushed there just to show off. There was a lot of money for disaster relief, so no one cared about it. There were not many ministers who could go to the court, and some were limited by their status as princes.

The lives of the common people are at stake, and disaster relief cannot be sloppy.

Furthermore, there is still time in the future, and it is not the last time we will see each other.

Luo Ci quietly noticed his father's expression, feeling a little relieved.

It seems that the father and the king have no idea of ​​dying in love with the mother and concubine for the time being.

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

So she never showed in front of him that she knew what he was thinking, nor would she say something that she was reluctant or unwilling for him to leave.

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

For more than ten years, I have been alone and silently endured the endless pain. This kind of loneliness is unbearable.

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

Even though she has gotten closer to her father in the past five years, she can't do much. No one can replace her mother and concubine in her father's heart.

She nodded meekly, "OK."

King Huai'an thought of Chu Zhi. He knew that his daughter hadn't had much contact with the villa in the past two years, so he still didn't speak after thinking about it.

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

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Lingwu Villa.

The boy in black brocade was sitting in front of the desk, holding several letters from his subordinates to read.

Nearly eighteen years old, the young man's face has faded from the immaturity of the past, a pair of dark eyes are narrow and sharp, his white and delicate chin is cold, and his whole body exudes an unfathomable aura. temper.

The slender fingertips couldn't help pinching the corner of the letter tightly. The letter paper was obviously wrinkled, which showed that the owner was restless.

Curling his fingers slightly, he put down the letter, his eyes lowered slightly, and he slowly stroked the black jade.

When was the last letter?

It seems to be around the time of Chinese New Year.

Three or four months have passed.

Chu Zhi's crow-like eyelashes drooped, and his dark eyes looked at a small wooden box on the desk. These are letters from the past two years, and they are only half full.

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

That year, with an unclear mind, he almost ran away, and he couldn't help but began to escape, so he wrote fewer and fewer letters.

But at the same time, he was eager to receive her letter, so he couldn't help writing her back to ask how she was doing.