Soon it was the Spring Festival, and Rong Huang set up a palace banquet to invite courtiers and their families into the palace to celebrate.

Although Rong Huang has not yet ascended the throne, the power in his hands is no different from that of the emperor. The courtiers naturally didn't dare to violate them, and brought their family into the palace on this day.

After the palace banquet, Rong Huang took the courtiers to the Huangxingtai to watch the fireworks.

With a bang, the fireworks exploded in the air, drew a burst of cheers and exclamation.

Luo Qiao turned his head to the side and looked at Rong Huang on his side.

Gorgeous fireworks bloomed under Rong Huang's eyes, and Luo Qiao quietly held Rong Huang's hand in full view.

Feeling that his hand was wrapped in a big hand, Rong Huang turned his head and let out a sigh, his eyes wondering, "What's the matter?"

The fireworks were loud, but Luo Qiao heard the girl's voice clearly.

Luo Qiao raised his lips, "Happy New Year."

Rong Huang was stunned, and immediately smiled like a flower, his delicate face even more beautiful against the background of the fireworks.

She heard Luo Qiao slowly say, "I love you."

Rong Huang blinked lightly, a crimson glow appeared on the tips of his ears in the darkness, and he turned to look at the fireworks.

She also likes him so much.

Luo Qiao saw the little girl's shyness, smiled and raised his head to watch the fireworks.

On this day, under the sky full of fireworks, Luo Qiao quietly made a wish.

In the future, he can stay together with the little girl in his heart, and the white head is inseparable.

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On the first day of the new year, Rong Huang issued the imperial edict.

Change the name of the country to Rong, amnesty the world, and the people will be exempt from taxation for one year.

When this decree came down, the people cheered and celebrated in the street, expressing one after another that the current saint is a Mingjun.

In the eyes of the people, regardless of whether the dynasty has changed or not, they only care about this year's harvest and abundant small days.

The courtiers in the new year rested for three days. On the fourth day, when they went to court, the courtiers suggested that the harem of Ronghuang was empty and it was time to accept the concubine.

Na Fei?

In Rong Huang's eyes, there was no such thing as Nafei.

Rong Huang didn't respond immediately, only to think about it.

The courtiers had seen Rong Huang's power a long time ago, and they didn't dare to force Rong Huang to immediately decide who the queen was.

After going down, Luo Qiao followed Rong Huang to the bedroom.

The palace man at the entrance of the bedroom had long known that this young and promising general had a close relationship with his majesty, and naturally would not stop him.

Luo Qiao rushed into the inner hall and saw Rong Huang, who was removing her hair bun in front of the dressing table, and snorted heavily, then sat down behind the case without saying a word.

The ingenious palace person quickly combed Rong Huang a simple hair bun, and then retired very clearly.

Rong Huang stretched out and twisted a piece of candied fruit, "What's wrong?"

Luo Qiao turned to look at Rong Huang and said dullly, "Have you forgotten our agreement?"

Rong Huang: "?? What is the agreement?"

Luo Qiao's eyes widened, looking at Rong Huang's eyes as if he was looking at some scumbag.

"Year ago you said that we would get married soon... but you didn't say anything about going up this morning!"

Luo Qiao looked like a little wolf dog whose courtship was not annoyed and turned into anger.

Rong Huang patted the crumbs on his fingers and slapped his head, "I will make an order in a few days."

Luo Qiao's black eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth couldn't be restrained from rising, "A gentleman can't chase a horse with a word, don't lie to me."

Rong Huang snorted and sat down next to him, "I am not a gentleman, I am a woman."

Luo Qiao smiled and put a kiss on Rong Huang's face, as if not feeling enough, he went to kiss Rong Huang's lips.

Slimy kissed Rong Huang for a long time, and Luo Qiao let go of Rong Huang still inexplicably.