Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

"Lord Lao Ai, you are a popular person next to the emperor. Do you know what mistake I made that made the emperor so angry with me?"

Lao Ai took the time to glance at her, her face expressionless, and she sneered in her heart: Is this called getting angry? Then she was afraid she had never seen the emperor look like when he was angry.

But I have to say, she is really stupid. The emperor's family will all be killed, and even the mother may have a narrow escape at this moment. She is still thinking about the love of her enemy. Could it be that the poison's side effects are so strong that while making her believe that she is another person, it will also lower the person's IQ?

After all, a woman's ability to settle down in the harem depends on the emperor's favor. Just when Jiao Yang anxiously asked Lao Ai for the nineteenth time, Lao Ai finally couldn't help but spoke impatiently: "Besides worrying about the emperor's favor for you, can't you think of something else?"

Her family was about to face a disaster. With so many living lives, even if she had no memory, she really had no reaction deep down in her heart?

Jiaoyang didn't know why: "What else should I be thinking about?"

Lao Ai didn't want to pay attention to her at first, but somehow she got the word out: "Now the Prime Minister's Mansion has been bloodbathed to varying degrees for many days, and I suspect it is revenge from the enemy. But looking at the capital, who can do this without knowing what is going on?" Even the imperial court couldn't find out the extent of his sleep. Don't you think it's terrible, my empress?"

Jiaoyang didn't understand at all: "Your Excellency also said that it is a matter of the imperial court. The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. What does the affairs of the imperial court have to do with me? Besides, I am in the harem and my vision is narrow. I cannot be involved in government affairs. Of course, by sharing the Emperor's worries and solving his problems, I can only make the Emperor feel better in other ways. But now, I can't even see the Emperor's face, how can I feel at ease?"

Lao Ai was speechless by Jiao Yang: "Your Majesty, you are really passionate about the emperor." He would only mock her about this matter, but she always couldn't notice it.

"Of course, the emperor is my only husband in this life, and he is also the person I care about most. No matter how many people die outside, I only need to care about the emperor."

Lao Ai sneered: What kind of only husband, you are very affectionate now, but don't forget how passionately you and that little prince Xie fell in love before you lost your memory. Everyone in the capital knows! What you love is Xie Nanning, who is already dead! That Xie Nanning who has been killed by the only husband you said has long been killed together with outsiders!

I have to say that Gu is really a good thing. Looking at the world, there is nothing it can't do. It's really ridiculous that he can even turn a woman who is supposed to hate that man into a wife who loves him deeply.

Lao Ai glanced at her again, the smile hanging on the corner of her mouth was sarcastic and dazzling. It was obvious that her young and immature face was painted with exaggerated and coquettish makeup, plus a pair of eyes of different colors that seemed to be quenched with poison.

When he stares at someone seriously and smiles, it's really scary.

Jiaoyang was stunned, and subconsciously took a few steps back. After thinking of her plan, she moved forward insistently: "Master Lao Ai is a popular person next to the emperor. Can you say a few kind words for me? I see that the emperor is getting tired day by day, and I feel in my heart." I really miss you. Don’t worry, whatever you want, as long as I have it, I will definitely do it for you."

As she spoke, she suddenly stretched out her hand, traced it up Lao Ai's wrist, and pinched his fingers.

Lao Ai was stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he already had a jade bracelet of good quality in his hand.