The Imperial Concubine Just Wants To Be a Salted Fish Every Day

Cross species, cross gender, cross age.

In these strange books, anything can happen.

Luo QingHan's face still had no expression, but the tip of his ears was a little red.

He is familiar with countless classics and has never seen such a debauchery!

It's shameless and shameless. It's a disgrace to the readers!

He asked seriously, "where did you get these books?"

Xiao Xixi is like a student who has done something wrong. He hangs his head and whispers.

"These were brought in by my concubine when she entered the Palace last year."

Luo Qing said coldly, "these are forbidden books. If you bring them into the palace without permission, you will be punished."

Xiao Xi put her hands together and begged, "please don't tell others, okay?"

"You can't tell others."

Xiao Xi was delighted. Before she was happy, she heard the prince say.

"But I will confiscate all your books."

Xiao Xi, like being struck by thunder, stared at the apricot eye: "all, all confiscated?!"

In this world without computers and mobile phones, these scripts are her spiritual food. If all these scripts are confiscated, what does she rely on to spend her time next?

Even if it is salted fish, in the leisure time after tea, it should be amused occasionally!

Xiao Xi fell to his knees with a puff, hugged the prince's long legs and began to cry.

"Your Highness, I beg you, let go of these scripts. They are just children!"

Luo QingHan was unmoved: "you have too many children. You don't want to take care of them."

It seems that the child's move doesn't work.

Xiao Xi quickly changed her state from crying in the storm to sobbing in a low voice.

"I've been sent to the mountains since I was a child. I have no father's pain or mother's love. Whenever I see other people's family kissing, I feel lonely like snow. I can't help it. I can only find sustenance for my spirit by reading the script. If your highness confiscates these scripts, my spirit will lose sustenance. My life will be worse than death. You can bear to see that my body is lonely every day Have you suffered in the virtual cold? "

Luo QingHan: "

Xiao Xi raised her small face and looked at him with tears. Apricot eyes were full of supplications.

Luo Qing said coldly, "let go."

Xiao Xi hugged his thigh and said, "don't let go."

"If you don't let go, I won't give you meat tonight."

Xiao Xi suffocated on his face: "Your Highness, you threaten my concubine?"

Luo QingHan didn't feel how shameless to do so, and said very calmly.

"You threatened him first. He just treated him in his own way."

Xiao Xi wants to eat meat, but she can't bear to talk.

Unable to make a choice, she was in a dilemma.

Luo QingHan continued, "not only tonight, but also tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

Xiao Xixi couldn't bear it anymore and sobbed,

"Your Highness is too bad!"

Luo Qing smiled coldly, "don't you let go?"

Xiao Xixi let go of his long legs and watched him confiscate all his scripts.

Between food and script, she finally chose the former.

No matter how important spiritual food is, it is not as important as filling your stomach.

Because the script was confiscated, Xiao Xi was wilting all afternoon.

She lay on her back on the soft couch and looked at the roof with her eyes as if she were a salted fish whose soul had been drained.

From head to foot, she exuded a sad smell called "I'm dying".