In panic, she couldn't even hear the huge change in the name of the two. She panted and hurriedly ran in and closed the wooden door. It seemed that once it was closed, she would be completely safe.

A pair of big hands were supported on the door, with a smile on her face.

Everyone hurriedly knelt down: "See Your Majesty."

"You all retreat."

"yes."

Everyone stepped back, secretly looked at the queen with a flushed face, and then secretly laughed.

Fangfei couldn't count on these people, and tried harder, just to close the door quickly. This was a door that could be locked. If the door bolt was inserted, he would not be afraid that His Majesty the Northern Emperor would break into the door. After all, he still had to take care of his face.

However, His Majesty the Northern Emperor was obviously a person who would not care about all his face. In front of everyone, with his big hand pressing, her body tilted and the door opened. His agile body immediately entered.

Her face turned red, but he really made her "get what she wants" and closed the door for her with a "bang".

"Little guy, if you want to close the door, I will help you."

He even completely inserted the door latch and said to himself: "In this way, no one dares to disturb him."

She could only retreat completely because his eyes were almost burning.

Her body had already touched the bed, and she had no choice but to retreat, but suddenly she realized that getting up was the most unsafe place, so she immediately walked away, almost facing him - she could only hide from the corner.

It seems like a mouse with no way out.

She stared at him walking over, her voice so weak: "Your Majesty, please let me go!"

He couldn't help but stop and look at the sad panic in her eyes.

My heart felt sad, and I actually stopped and just looked at her.

Her eyes were covered with mist, and she was drooping her eyelashes, looking at her insteps restlessly, leaning against the wall, as if she had fallen into a trap.

He coughed uncomfortably, and looked at everything in the room.

This is a very simple wooden house, but it is at least half larger than an ordinary house. There is a simple wooden bed, a table, and some scriptures on it, neatly arranged.

In addition, there were two brocade boxes and an imperial edict.

She was no longer, the person who came had not opened it, and the guards had not read it.

What surprised Luo Jia was that the roof of this room used a kind of glazed tiles, which were simple two or three, which made the light very sufficient. What was even more peculiar was the design on a glazed tiles - it was a gap with a skylight open.

, Looking closely, it was not a skylight, which was decorated with green plants, which were the cluster of light red flowers on the roof he had seen outside at that time. The flowering period of this kind of wild flower is very long and can bloom almost intermittently for half a year.

Even in winter, the branches and leaves are lush and green.

This wildflower is obviously designed by hand, not grown by itself.

He asked a very strange question: "Little thing, is it leaking?"

She bit her lip and shook her head.

The house was leaking at first, but after Li Yi's renovation and design, it was no longer leaking. This cluster of exquisite little flowers is his masterpiece. He used a very special method to connect, as if it was on the roof.

Really blooming.

When she first came to Beiwudang, she was in a state of gloomy mood.

It was drizzling that winter day, and she lay on the bed, letting the rain feet tightly, but she didn't want to call anyone. On a cold night, she looked at the endless rain curtains all night, trembling with coldness. It was cold, lonely, and dripping until dawn.

Until one day, she went to the construction site to chat with the two. It was late and Li Yi sent her back. When she saw the mud in the house, she knew about the leak.

The next day, he called workers and personally directed the design and repair, and renovated the house.

Luo Jia looked at the roof design strangely, with a strange look on his face: "Is it designed by Li Yi?"

She said lightly: "When I first came, the house was leaking, and he and Wang Su helped me fix it."

Her voice was so dull, but his heart was so upset in an instant.

This house was leaking, so she lived in such a house.

Difficulty, being driven out of the palace, staying alone in a leaky house, the bigger the outside, how can you fall asleep on countless cold nights?

He lowered his eyes, and for a while, he didn't even dare to touch her gaze.

A craze surged in his heart, coming from the heart. Suddenly he wanted to run up and hug her, hug her hard, and say "I'm sorry", but the voice was choked in his throat and he could only lower his head.

I never knew that His Majesty the invincible Northern Emperor would have such a time of embarrassment and fragility.

Just her faint words, how bitter it is.

After a while, he laughed: "Fangfei, I found that Li Yi is really a genius! He is a genius in garden design. I kept thinking about what position is suitable for him. Wang Su, I didn't expect it, but I thought of Li Yi, Shangshu!

The position of Minister of Works is really Li Yi.”

Fangfei was stunned. The Secretary of the Six Ministry had a very high position. At present, no Han people could have been in this position in the courts of the northern country.

She hesitated: "You said, let Li Yi be the Minister of Works Department?"

"Why can't it? There is no more suitable talent in the North Country than him. This position is simply tailor-made for him."

She didn't know whether it was joy or sorrow.

Just like the story of a brown rooster. She knew this animal long before Wang Su and Li Yi because she had been in Beiwudang longer than them. It is said that Emperor Wu of Han once used this beautiful feather to reward him with this kind of beautiful feather.

The soldiers who returned from the Huns.

The Han people paid attention to the decorative style, so they were always defeated by the nations that valued wolf nature. Half of the population in the northern country were Han people, and this number was still increasing with the advantage of war. Eight out of ten of these people,

They are all slaves.

It was a very strange mood and sense of belonging - I was the nominal niece of the psychic Taoist priest, and of course I had to be considered a Han Chinese.

In fact, it doesn't matter who it is.

However, the books she read, the education she received, the life-saving benefactor, the best friend - it seemed that fate pushed her into a new realm. They were all these people who came into contact with every day, so they couldn't help but wonder whether they could change this

Situation?

Isn't the beautiful feathers of brown chickens more pleasant than those wild wolves who are looking for food in a gloomy cold night?

Luo Jia didn't know her mood, but when she was helping him read memorials in the palace, she mentioned several times whether it was possible to add the Imperial Academy and choose Han people as officials.

Perhaps, it was because of this that he was so determined to launch Li Yi.

Seeing her expression relaxed a little, he couldn't help but feel relieved.

His eyes fell on another small wooden table, rough, quaint, and still exuded the smell of mountain logs. On it was a large pot of porridge, a few dishes, as well as air-dried cured sauce, and wind-chicken.

Wild duck meat, bacon, and seven or eight small plates were served, and there were a wide variety of tables. It was obvious that Hongyun and others had heard this and added them.

He sat down straight on the stool, looked at the side dishes on the table, his index finger was moving, and he was in a surprisingly good mood: "Little thing, I'm having a meal. I'm so hungry."

She doesn't move.

He looked at her strangely: "Little thing, don't you serve me rice?"

He was still putting on airs and waiting for him to serve him rice? It was a dream!

She said lightly: "I'm not hungry."

He smiled, took the spoon and filled a bowl of porridge. He looked at her and then filled another bowl: "Little thing, it's time to eat."

She was about to refuse, but she rumbling in her stomach. It was already past noon, not that she was not hungry, but that she was very hungry.

He stood up with a smile, walked over a few steps and grabbed her hand: "Little thing, come and have a meal."
Chapter completed!