Your Majesty, the Empress is on the Battlefield Again!

Si Luo first took out the clothes, threw the tray out vigorously, then hung the clothes on his shoulders, and quickly climbed up on the iron chain with both hands.

Picking up the tray from the ground, she patted the dust underneath and put the clothes on.

It's just that this kind of cumbersome robes and clothing have all been unraveled, and they are still a little wrinkled. She has nothing to do with this kind of clothes, and she can't put them back at all!

Seeing the emperor walking further and further away, the slender figure was about to disappear.

Si Luo had no choice but to give up the plan to fold the clothes, rolled the clothes into a ball and put them on the tray, his legs speeded up to catch up, and finally returned to the position half a meter behind him.

She looked at the emperor's generous shoulders with cold eyes, and secretly cursed in her heart.

This big iceberg is too unreasonable, anyway, I also helped him fight a victory and come back.

As a result, not only was he not promoted or rewarded when he came back, he was also treated as a servant.

There are so many people following this big iceberg on weekdays, why can't anyone see it in the palace.

I have to let myself be served by a soldier on the battlefield.

How could she serve this spoiled and spoiled iceberg well?

Eyeballs rolled around, she looked at the emperor's back, looked down at the tray in her hand, and a bold idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

Sensing the sight behind him, the emperor stopped in his tracks, turned his face sideways as if feeling something, glanced at her coldly from the corner of his eye, then looked down, and fixed on a group of "things" on the wooden tray.

Three seconds later, his gaze moved upwards to meet Si Luo's gaze, which gradually became sharper.

"..."

"..."

The emperor's eyes were obviously asking, how could the good clothes become like this? Did you mean it?

Si Luo responded calmly, but he was sneering in his heart. He asked you to help just now, but you just walked away. Is it my fault that the clothes are now in a mess?

I don't know how to stack such complicated things!

The emperor turned around reluctantly, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Clean it up, or go back and get another one!"

Si Luo replied calmly: "Your Majesty, no matter how many pieces you go back to get, the last clothes coming up from below will look like this!"

The emperor's tone gradually became low: "Then tidy it up and restore it to the same as before!"

Si Luo continued to reply calmly, "To tell you the truth, I have never touched such cumbersome clothes before, and I don't know how to do it. Your Majesty, let's just wear it. Anyway, His Majesty will have to take it off when he goes back to bed..."

The emperor was completely speechless now.

Immediately afterwards, Si Luo spoke again on his own.

"Your Majesty, I said that I don't know how to serve people. Let's not make things difficult for each other, um... Or it would be better to send a special person to serve you from tomorrow, and today..."

Before Si Luo finished speaking, the emperor suddenly turned around, grabbed her arm, and pulled her closer.

Looking at the handsome face very close in front of her, she loosened her hands subconsciously, and the wooden tray fell vertically to the ground with a bang.

Fortunately, the rolled clothes did not fall out, and were still firmly in the wooden tray.

However, the two didn't pay attention, their eyes silently confronted each other.

The reason why Si Luo let go was because he panicked when he was suddenly pulled over by the emperor.

What happened to this big iceberg? Being so close to her...

Just when she was thinking wildly, the emperor stared at her face and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"You feel very familiar to me, especially when you are so close, have we... met?"