Feeling the different frequencies of the sedan body, Luo Jia slowly opened his eyes and reached out to rub his sleepy eyes.

Smelling the unique faint aroma in the imperial palace, this is winding back!

A pair of hands slowly opened the sedan curtain, and his ten fingers were slender, with an innate domineering spirit, which appeared in Luo Jia's sight.

Luo Jia looked at the hands that came into view, the black diamond eyes flashed a trace of depth, and the originally lazy eyes were a little uneasy at this time.

This reminded her of the contact three days ago, those warm hands, and she had a kind of resistance.

He shook his hand, but finally let go and handed his hand over.

Luo Jia leisurely walked down from the sedan chair, and dragged the long hem of his clothes to the main hall of the imperial palace, the Sky Hall, accompanied by Beicheng Aotian.

Feeling the huge breathing sound of the main hall, I didn't need to look at it to know that there were many people coming, but I was afraid that the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty were underneath.

Luo Jia pursed her lips slightly, is it necessary to make it so grand?

However, Luo Jia looked back and thought about it, and didn't feel strange, Beicheng Aotian is the emperor, and if this emperor's marriage is not grand, it will be called strange.

Luo Jia felt the temperature from the palm of her hand, which gradually spread upwards and reached her heart.

The corners of his mouth instantly tightened, and his brows furrowed slightly.

She didn't like it.

It was a feeling that made her feel relieved and uneasy.

Out of this feeling of rejection, Luo Jia's hands couldn't help but become even colder.

The changes in Luo Jia's heart and hands did not affect the changes in her steps, and she still walked side by side with Beicheng Aotian to the Firmament Hall.

However, how can Luo Jia's changes be hidden from Beicheng Aotian, who walked with her!

Almost at the same time as Luo Jia's palms became cold, Beicheng Aotian found out.

Feeling Luo Jia's increasingly cold hand, he couldn't help but hold Luo Jia's hand harder.

He didn't have the ability to read minds, so he didn't know what Luo Jia was thinking, but the hand in his hand was getting colder and colder, and Beicheng Aotian could feel Luo Jia's resistance and uneasiness at this time.

Where does this resistance and insecurity come from?

Does it have anything to do with him?

Or maybe it's because of this harmony!

From the time they first met, Beicheng Aotian knew that Luo Jia was definitely not an obedient person who could be arranged.

If she is unwilling to kiss, he must have absolutely no one to stop her from leaving!

Her skills are extraordinary, and she can steal out of Jade Ruyi quietly and avoid the study room.

If you want to leave the Prime Minister's Mansion, it is easy to avoid his gaze.

But she didn't, she didn't run away.

Instead, he went to the imperial capital as scheduled...... The lord of the Firmament Hall sat in the Queen Mother, and the civil and military officials stood on both sides.

Beicheng Aoxue also stood aside, and she was in the best mood here at this time.

She is happy that after all these years, what she wants has finally come true, she is alive, and her boss is alive.

And, soon, what she hoped for would soon come true, and her eldest would become her family.

"So happy, it's arrogant marriage, and it's not you marriage, how can you see that you are happier than the person concerned"

Hua Shiyu, who was next to Beicheng Aoxue, looked at Beicheng Aoxue who couldn't put his mouth smiling.

Beicheng Aotian was not so happy, as for Luo Jia, he couldn't see his expression when he was covered by the hijab, but he could feel that the people under the hijab were not happy.

What's going on?

Could it be that Luo Jia does not agree to this harmony!

Hua Shiyu looked at Beicheng Aotian again, could it be that he forcibly wanted to marry Luo Jia, and Luo Jia couldn't resist the decree before agreeing to make peace?

"Of course I'm happy"

So words can't express her mood at this time.

Seeing Beicheng Aoxue smiling so naturally, even smiling with her eyes, Hua Shiyu's mood also improved inexplicably.

Beicheng Aotian is the emperor, has always been a high storage zài, the first emperor died early, the queen mother because of the death of the first emperor, too sad, thus falling into the root of the disease.

Since inheriting the throne, he has devoted all his thoughts to how to strengthen himself and strengthen the country.

Since he was sensible, his temperament has become weak, and feelings are dispensable.

His domineering and arrogant and alienated attitude are all fascinating, and the women who like him have never been less, hoping to enter the palace as a concubine.

However, he never married.

It's not that he's demanding, it's just that he doesn't like it.

Therefore, all the ministers who had been writing to advise him to have children since he came to the throne were all scorned.

Even the daughters who were summoned into the palace by the Queen Mother many times were all sent out of the palace.

What is said to make the daughter of a minister a concubine is to open up branches and leaves for the emperor's family.

It is to consolidate the country and make the country more stable.

However, whether a country is strong and stable does not depend on the harem.

Hua Shiyu has always thought that the emperor is such a powerful person, and no one can stand by his side.

Those ladies are fragile objects, fragile ones, and they are not qualified to stand by the emperor's side at all.

However, now, he looked at the two people standing in the hall, and they were so compatible.

Luo Jia of Fengxiang Palace came to Fengxiang Palace under the leadership of a group of people, and just sat on the happy bed, "Let's all retreat"

"Yes, Emperor"

All of them were blessed and withdrew.

"Caidie, you can go down too"

"Yes"

Caidie also retreated and closed the door.

When Luo Jia was the only one left in the room, she tore off the hijab on her head, threw it on the side of the bed, and started to walk to the table not far away.

I poured a glass of water, no, it was wine.

I was tossed up early in the morning, and I even drank saliva, let alone something.

Looking at the table full of snacks, I picked up a piece of pastry and gave it to my mouth.

Since ancient times, the bride has not been allowed to eat on the day of marriage, but her marriage is not real, so there is no need to follow the rules.

Luo Jia ate snacks and looked at the furnishings in the house, looking at the furnishings in the house, his eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of amazement.

Fengxiang Palace is really Fengxiang Palace, and it is many times more gorgeous than the Cuiyu Palace where I lived before.

The floor tiles alone are surprising enough!

He really has money and nowhere to spend!

If it is a floor tile, it is more accurate to say that it is jadeite, the kind of jadeite that is close to transparent.

Luo Jia chewed the pastries in her mouth carefully, filling her stomach little by little.

With one hand on his cheek and the other hand on his glass, he savor the wine.

I don't know how long it took, and the door was quietly pushed open.

Beicheng Aotian just pushed open the door, and what caught his eye was Luo Jia who was asleep on the table.

Beicheng Aotian closed the door, and then walked over without saying a word, and just walked to the table, Luo Jia's eyes quickly opened, giving people the illusion that she was awake from the beginning.

"Today is a big wedding, and you are still so vigilant, who are you guarding against?"

Beicheng Aotian walked over and looked at Luo Jia, who was wearing light makeup, and looked more and more exciting under the light of the candlelight.

Luo Jia raised his eyes and looked, can he say that he will guard against you?

"Also, this hijab should be taken by me, the bridegroom, why did you take it off yourself?"

Beicheng Aotian skimmed the hijab on the bed, this groom's things have been done by her, so what is he going to do.

"It's all fake anyway, and whoever takes it is not the same"

Luo Jia was reminding him that this marriage was fake, and there was no need to take it too seriously.

At this time, Beicheng Aotian took the wine on the table that had already been half drunk by Luo Jia, and poured the wine glass next to him and the wine glass that Luo Jia had just put down in an extremely elegant manner.

"Whoa"

Beicheng Aotian let out a soft cry, and a white jade wine glass was handed to Luo Jia's eyes.

Luo Jia didn't take the wine, she raised her eyes to look at him, she had just made it clear that this was a fake marriage, and there was no one else here, there was no need to do the play anymore, and no one would watch it.

"This glass of wine, you can appreciate it, drink it, as a celebration of our happy cooperation"

Beicheng Aotian raised his other hand and gently shook Luo Jia's hand, broke her hand, and stuffed a cup full of wine into Luo Jia's hand.

Beicheng Aotian thinks about it, he is still suffering, he is an emperor, his marriage is still a hired marriage, this hijab has not been completed, and now even a glass of wine has become a celebration of cooperation.

Listening to Beicheng Aotian's words, Luo Jia looked at the wine in his hand, he had already visited the hall anyway, and there seemed to be no difference between drinking this glass of wine and drinking it.

Then drink it as a celebration of cooperation.

"This celebration, with wine and no food, is it a celebration?"

In fact, Luo Jia's concern is not to celebrate the wine and food, but that she has been hungry all day and it is time to eat.

"Woman, you shouldn't know who I am."

Beicheng Aotian also sat down and looked at Luo Jia's relaxed face.

"The Emperor"