This man was naturally the emperor of the Southern Dynasty.

It's just that he's now chained and trapped in bed.

Imprisoned, but Han still knows how to enjoy it.

He held his head in his hands and leaned on someone else's laplow. There are a few fruit bowls at the head of the bed, and there are a lot of stories written by families in the rivers and lakes. Several palace maids sat on their knees, peeling grapes for him and reading storybooks.

The surrounding ice is cold enough that no additional fan is needed.

But it's really comfortable to be served like this.

Luan Lu no longer allowed him to get close to any of the art of war and scriptures, let alone the chapters and letters of the frontier.

In fact, Han felt that he was to blame for all this.

If it weren't for the fact that he got carried away in the morning, he relented for a while, and brought the girl of the good family who tried to hook up with him back to his palace for treatment. Luan Lu was not furious, and suddenly changed her previous grievances, and immediately ordered someone to tie him up.

Whether he saves it or not, as long as these good girls enter the palace, they will no longer have the possibility of survival.

Wangqiu clearly had another purpose. But whether she had another purpose or simply to disrupt their sight, Luan Lu couldn't let any of them go.

Even if Luan Lu was merciful, or his head was broken, and he suddenly decided to include these seventy-two people in the harem, it would be impossible for Han himself to keep them.

These people were very dangerous, and he didn't know when Wangqiu would confuse them, and these people suddenly turned from good citizens to assassins, and the entire Southern Dynasty fell into a catastrophe.

In fact, he did feel that his life was too comfortable.

It's so comfortable that sometimes I forget how terrible Zichuan really is.

Now that it has finally returned to its original state, Han himself can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thinking of this, he shook his head self-deprecatingly.

I didn't expect that I was so "cheap" and liked an unstable life?

But isn't this state very similar to Luanshuang?

He and that girl, where are the people who come down from the idle land?

"Han."

Enchanting voices, from far to near.

Luan Lu jumped over like a little girl.

She must be in a good mood now, because just now, she finally pulled out all the seventy-two thorns in the flesh.

Han could already imagine Wangqiu's expression.

Wangqiu must be like a witch, a villain who is pulling Luan Lu in the house, desperately cursing him.

However, Luan Lu won't care.

There were temples everywhere in the Luan Dynasty, encouraging commoners to believe in the god Xuan Ye or Salan. But strangely, the royal family doesn't seem to believe in any gods. The Empress and her heirs, in particular, were so arrogant that there were no gods under the sky.

Thinking of this, Han raised his eyes and asked Luan Luan: "Do you believe in Xuan Ye or Salan?" ”

"What's that?" Luan Lu returned him with a clear look, and a little innocent.

"Nothing." Han smiled and shook his head.

Between them, everything looks like it's back to the way it was.

She no longer trusted him, and he was still trapped in the palace.

It doesn't look like there's a difference, but it's still a little different.

At least, now Wangqiu's biggest enemy is Luan Lu, not him.

Han stretched out his hand to take the grapes handed by the palace maid, stuffed them into Luanlu's mouth, and asked with a smile, "Is it delicious?" ”

Luanlu: "This is planted in my palace, what do you say?" ”

Han smiled calmly: "Borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, I have always been like this." ”

There are no hole cards, and perhaps the best hole cards.

It's like taking a salary from the bottom of the kettle, and never leaving yourself a way back.

Be alone and start all over again.

Reading is exciting, reading is wonderful!

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