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

As soon as Chu Jian left, Luo Qinghan arrived at Yunxiu Palace on the back, and Fang Wujiu came with him.

Fang Wujiu is here to act as a translator.

He has learned the language of Qiandao Country and can solve the communication problems between everyone in the palace and the third princess.

Xiao Xixi was very curious: "It doesn't matter if the senior brother knows Nanyue's words, why do you even speak the words of Qiandao Kingdom? Don't you think you have too many skills?"

Fang Wujiu smiled and answered calmly.

"I used to be bored in the teacher's sect, so I could only pass the time by reading books. The more books I read, the more I would know. Besides, there is nothing wrong with having more skills than you are overwhelmed by learning more. , I might be able to use it someday.”

Luo Qinghan agreed with this, and he asked, "Is the language of Qiandao Country easy to learn?"

Fang Wujiu: "Actually it's very simple, does Your Majesty want to learn it?"

Luo Qinghan nodded.

Fang Wujiu conducted foreign language teaching courses on the spot.

Luo Qinghan listened very seriously.

He has an unforgettable ability and learns very quickly.

Xiao Xixi felt sleepy.

When Fang Wujiu and Luo Qinghan finished a class, they looked back and found that Xixi had fallen asleep on the table.

Luo Qinghan was about to ask her to go back to the room to sleep when Baoqin came in, she asked in a low voice.

"Dinner is ready, do you want to eat now?"

When Xixi, who was dozing at first, heard the word dinner, her ears perked up immediately.

She sat up straight and asked while rubbing her eyes.

"Are you going to eat?"

Luo Qinghan: "..."

Dozing off in class, eating first.

You can do it!

Luo Qinghan stretched out his right hand and helped her to push the hair on her cheek behind her ear, and said softly.

"Go wash your face, and then go to dinner."

At this time, Ziezhi, who was standing at the door, reminded.

"Your Majesty, Empress, the third princess is here."

As soon as she finished speaking, Yimei walked in quickly.

After Yimei entered the door, her eyes immediately fixed on the emperor, and a sweet smile appeared on her blushing face.

She called out happily, "Your Majesty!"

For Luo Qinghan, as long as it's someone he doesn't care about, he doesn't bother to pay attention.

Yimei happened to be within the scope of this indifference.

He didn't even look at Yimei, he picked up the orange lying next to him, peeled it slowly, and washed his face while watching.

After Xixi washed his face, he handed over the peeled oranges.

Xixi happily took the orange, ate half of it herself, and gave the other half to Luo Qinghan.

Delicious food should be shared with loved ones!

Emi was completely ignored.

This annoyed her greatly.

But it also sparked her competitive spirit.

When she was in Qiandao Country, those noble children swarmed to her, as long as she hooked her fingers, those young talents would flock to her and let her drive.

She was accustomed to the life of the stars and the moon, and at the same time was bored by the admiration that was too easy to come by.

Only a man like Emperor Dasheng who is aloof, indifferent and alienated makes her feel more exciting and attractive.

Yimei raised her chin, and there was an inevitable light in her eyes.

The more this man ignores her, the more she wants to take him down!

After Xiao Xixi finished eating the oranges, she noticed Yimei standing beside her.

She asked with a smile, "Does the third princess go back to the room for dinner, or use it with us?"

Yimei answered quickly without thinking.

"What's the point of eating alone? I want to eat with you!"

Fang Wujiu helped translate this sentence into Dasheng Mandarin.

Xiao Xixi took the senior brother to stay for dinner.

So there are two more people for dinner today.

Four people sat around the table.

Xiao Xixi was eating with relish as usual.

In the face of food, she never perfunctory, always face them with the most serious attitude.

While eating, she shared the food she thought was delicious to Luo Qinghan and the senior brother.

The three of them get along quite well, and it looks like they really are family.

This made Yimei feel like she was invisibly excluded.

She was a little upset.

Seeing that the imperial concubine kept serving the emperor, she immediately picked up the chopsticks, added a piece of fish and put it in the emperor's bowl, and said with a sweet smile.

"Your Majesty, try this fish, it's very tender."

Luo Qinghan's movements stopped.

His face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a very indescribable color.

If you have to describe it, it is probably colorful black.

Fang Wujiu translated the words of the third princess without changing his face.

Luo Qinghan put the chopsticks on the table heavily and said coldly.

"Give me another bowl."

Baoqin quickly took away the rice bowl in front of the emperor and replaced it with a clean new bowl.

The smile on Yimei's face couldn't hold back.

The emperor's reaction, like a slap, slapped her face fiercely, making her feel hot and embarrassed.

She could even feel that everyone around her was laughing at herself.

She had never suffered this kind of grievance since she was a child, and her eyes couldn't help turning red.

She bit her lower lip, with tears in her eyes, she asked pitifully.

"Is Your Majesty so unwilling to see me?"

Fang Wujiu was about to translate when Luo Qinghan said coldly, "I can understand this sentence."

Fang Wujiu had to shut up and continue to watch the play quietly.

If it were a normal man, seeing a little beauty showing such an expression, he would definitely slow down his voice and comfort him, no matter what, he had to maintain the most basic demeanor of being a man.

It's a pity that she faced Luo Qinghan, a big pig's hoof.

A big pig's hoof has neither affection nor demeanor.

He asked blankly.

"Isn't that obvious?"

He speaks the Qiandao language that he has just learned, the words are round and the pronunciation is very accurate.

At the same time, the lethality is also multiplied.

Yimei was stunned on the spot.

A pair of beautiful eyes slowly widened, and an unbelievable look appeared on the small and beautiful face.

Luo Qinghan's output is not over yet.

He looked at Yimei and spoke coldly, this time in Dasheng Mandarin.

"Do you know how dirty your chopsticks are? You dare to stretch them into my bowl. Are you deliberately disgusting me?"

This was the first time he looked at Yimei head-on tonight, but there was no warmth in his eyes, only critical and disgusting.

Fang Wujiu dutifully helped with the translation.

The words like dirty and disgusting were also translated into Qiandao dialect by him without any modification.

After all, Yimei was only a 16-year-old girl and had never experienced the brutal beatings of the society. Facing the emperor's undisguised disgust at this time, she couldn't bear it any longer, her emotions collapsed on the spot, and she burst into tears.

However, instead of being comforted by Luo Qinghan, her tears made the disgust in his eyes even more intense.