The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

An Changduan didn't expect that he would not even bother to maintain the superficial harmony, so he would put the grievances of the two families on the bright side. +++Mobile reading visit m.NovelMTL.com Since the prince was deposed, the Northern Warlord has become a hot topic, and the Northern Warlord Palace is even more popular. In contrast, Anjia seems to be lonely.

It’s no secret that the prime minister An Zhike had a good relationship with the prince. Especially in the past two years, Emperor An Qing (body shen) was not as good as one day, and An Zhike began to blatantly approach the prince. His daughter An Xiange was sent to the East Palace to be a good wife. It's just that this idea was just put forward, something went wrong in the East Palace, and then the prince was abolished. Anjia's chips were all empty.

There are many people waiting to see the lively Anjia, but they are still afraid of the Northern War Palace and dare not do anything on the bright side. Regardless of the rumors, An Zhike is still the decent Yue family of the Northern War King.

Only in this way, An Jia had to get on the big ship of the Northern Warlord.

The Northern War King had never had a good face (color) facing An Zhike, and they could only put their ideas on An Changqing. So there was the drama of An Changduan's chance encounter.

It's just a thousand counts, and it didn't count that An Changqing didn't even save a bit of face.

Chang An stood on the bow ugly, and heard the voice of the second son of Uncle Xiaowen's family: "If the princess's words are publicized, I'm afraid it will be criticized."

An Changqing said, "My parents are not kind, and my brothers are not in harmony. The grievances between me and An's family have long been rumored in Yejing. Since I was not afraid of criticism before, why should I be afraid of it at this time?"

Hearing the words, the children of the aristocratic family who traveled with him were taken aback, and then smiled and toasted to him. Wenchang Hou Shizi said with emotion: "If I can afford to be the same as the princess, my mother may not have to be scolded in the back house every day."

Hou Wenchang was well-known in Yejing, and his wife and concubines in the eighteen rooms were not good at all. Mrs. Wenchang Hou came from a family of poets and calligraphers, and her (sexual xing) sentiment was gentle and could not suppress those wives and concubines at all.

Hearing this, other people poured wine on him one after another, persuading him to want to open a little bit, and when he went out in the future, it was all right to take Mrs. Hou out to open the mansion.

In short, everyone who drinks and chats is just like An Changduan on another painted boat.

An Changduan could only retreat angrily, and when he returned to the table, he saw the unexplained eyes of his companions and gave him another breath.

When I returned to Anfu, An Zhike had to ask him to ask him about it. An Changduan was suffocated in his heart, and deliberately repeated An Changqing's words as they were, and then said: "Father, An Changqing clearly has its wings hardened. Seeing the gap, he wants to retaliate against us. Why should we get hot Put your face on other people’s cold (fart pi) shares?"

"Do you think the situation at home is still the same as before?" Anzhi looked at him with a hatred of iron and steel: "I have done a lot for the prince before, and I have offended the three princes to death. If I get married with the Northern War King again Qiu, no matter which one of them becomes the throne in the future, there will be no day when I settle down!"

"Don't talk about hot face and cold (fart pi) shares? He just wants you to kneel down and admit your mistakes. In order to settle down, you have to kneel down too!"

An Zhike stared at him, thinking for a moment: "If you go again, you will say that I am seriously ill, and I miss the princess very much, so please come here by all means."

An Changduan's eyes widened unconvinced, but he didn't dare to resist An Zhike, so he could only go out with a look of reluctance. On the corridor, I saw An Xiange again. An Xiange is now sixteen years old. She should have negotiated for her at home at this age. However, An Zhike had always wanted to let her enter the East Palace, so he kept pressing on the negotiation. Now that the prince is abolished, An Xiange's marriage has also been delayed.

Nowadays, the family situation doesn't have to be before, plus she is just a concubine, and it is even more difficult to say that the family is a good marriage.

The two brothers and sisters ran into the corridor, and they were all angry. An Xiange stared at his expression: "Dad did you teach you again?"

Speaking of this An Changduan is a burst of irritation: "It's not for An Changqing."

An Xiange rolled her eyes and said with a curled mouth: "I think he was fainted when he asked you to beg him. He is a man who is so old, what can he say in front of the Northern War King? It was written in those little notebooks. It's good, but in fact, the Northern Warlord has children differently? I think it's mostly because he himself knows that he can't help much, and he is afraid of being seen as embarrassing, so he keeps hiding from us."

Chang Duan An felt so too, but An Zhike didn't dare to disobey the order, so he could only reluctantly visit the door again.

***

However, on the side of An Changqing, he and his friends finished swimming in the lake. Seeing the sky (color) was getting late, he said goodbye to everyone and prepared to go back.

He took only two guards with him when he went out, all waiting on the shore. He just waited for him to find the past, but he didn't see anyone. I looked around suspiciously, but saw a familiar person under a tree not far away.

Xiao Zhige was standing under the tree with two horses, looking at him.

An Changqing smiled subconsciously and strode towards him: "Why is the prince here?"

Of course, Xiao Zhige couldn't say that he came out to find someone specially. He coughed lightly and found a reason at random: "I heard that Sanweizhai has a new style. I stopped by to buy it when I went down and just happened to bump into it. "

An Changqing took the rein and walked side by side with him holding the horse. Seeing his empty hand, she was a little confused: "Where is the pastry?"

He didn't come out to buy pastries at all, and of course he didn't have anything in his hands. Xiao Zhige did not change his face and said, "I haven't had time to buy it."

An Changqing was even more puzzled. Looking at the sky at this time, and then at the man's expression of guilty conscience, he suddenly said: "The prince is not here to buy cakes, right?"

"..."

The lie was punctured, Xiao Zhige pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Did you come out to find me on purpose?" An Changqing guessed. It was early when it came down, but at this time it was almost dusk. How many hours can someone buy a cake by the way?

"..."

The Northern War King pretended to be a saw-mouthed gourd.

The two of them walked along the lake, just to a place with few people. An Changqing stopped and walked around to see him, affirming: "You came to find me, when did you come? Wait here?"

Seeing that it was impossible to hide it, Xiao Zhige glanced at him and let out a "um".

"Fool." An Changqing whispered, then asked: "Why don't you go find me?"

Xiao Zhige originally wanted to make himself look more magnificent. How could the dignified Northern Warlord be as jealous as those resentful women, but when he said that, his taste changed: "I'm going, your friends are afraid that they will become quails. Up."

He also deliberately emphasized the word "friend".

To say that An Changqing didn't understand at first, Xiao Zhige's jealous smell was all over his nose at the moment, and it would be silly if he still didn't understand. He raised his hand and slapped the nose, muttering pretendingly: "Where is the sour smell, does the prince smell it?"

"No." The Northern War King made a solemn face, but his ears were a little red.

An Changqing squinted at him: "Oh, tomorrow Wenchang Hou Shizi will invite me to play polo again..."

Xiao Zhige's face sank, "Didn't Hou Shizi Wenchang invite you to climb the mountain the day before yesterday?"

An Changqing laughed suddenly, with a bright smile in his eyes: "You lied to you, but you are not jealous?"

"..."

The Northern Warlord kept his face straight, trying to prove that he was not a jealous woman: "I am not forbidding you to make friends..."

"I know." An Changqing said before him: "It's me who is wrong. These days, I only care about my own happiness and ignore you and your children."

Switching the rein to one hand, he stretched out his fingers to hook the man’s hand, first the little finger, then the ring finger, the middle finger... Finally, he held them all, and the fingers interlocked and shook: "If you don’t like it, just tell me Anything that can be pushed in the future will be pushed."

The Northern Warlord was coaxed into a handful of honey water, and he was a little outrageous: "If you like to go out to play, you don't have to wrong yourself for me. The children also have (milk Ru) mothers to take care of..."

"In my heart, no matter how good a friend is, it is not as important as you and the child." An Changqing shook her head with a serious expression.

"I'm afraid you will be wronged." Xiao Zhige sighed suddenly, and the hand he clenched tightened.

The person in front of him is no longer the little concubine who was bullied by others, even without his protection, he should be able to live well. Perhaps the imperial examination was an official official, or a trade and business...whatever you do, you will probably be like these days, calling for friends and looking forward to the sky. Not for him, for the two children, trapped in the back house of the palace like a canary.

For him, An Changqing has sacrificed a lot, and Xiao Zhige does not want to restrict his friends because of a little selfishness.

"But I am not wronged." An Changqing looked at him disapprovingly. He felt that he was lucky enough compared to most people. Have a trusting partner, and also have a blood-connected child. Although there are ups and downs from time to time, they can all walk together.

As for new friends, he naturally cherishes them. But it doesn't hurt the person they love most for them.

What's more, a partner and a friend are not opposites.

"If there are any more invitations in the future, I will invite them to the palace." The Royal Palace of the Northern Warfare has just been extensively repaired, and the scenery (color) is not bad, and it will not be rude to invite someone to be a guest.

Xiao Zhige stared at him deeply, and it took a long time to say "OK". He just said so, but he was already secretly concerned.

When the two of them returned, they still dropped by to Sanweizhai. Sanweizhai did not produce any new dim sum. An Changqing bought the pastry she always loved. When she left, she didn't forget to make fun of Xiao Zhige.

Back to the palace, it was time for dinner again.

An Changqing ate wine with others in Huafang, so she couldn't eat much. I scribbled a few chopsticks and stopped eating. In the evening, yelling about being hungry, holding a snack from Sanweizhai and nibbling on it.

Xiao Zhige had a headache while looking at him: "I always say that An Zhu is like me, but I think he is the most like you."

An Changqing stuffed a snack in her mouth, and her cheeks were bulging and she didn't forget to refute: "Where is it like?"

"Don't you eat well?" Xiao Zhige said.

The older the two brothers and sisters, the more ghostly and clever, they are already seven months old. In addition to (Milk Ru) Niang Feeding (Milk Nai) on weekdays, I can now eat some complementary foods. It's just that Xiao Anzhu always refuses to eat well during the day. He eats two bites and plays for a while, eats two more bites, and plays for a while. When I get hungry at night, I have to scream again. In contrast, his brother Xiao Anheng is much more honest.

An Changqing thought for a while and it was really like this. Seeing that the snack in his hand was a bit tangled, he hadn't eaten two bites yet.

"My mother said that I was behaved when I was a child, and this must not depend on me."

Still reluctant to have a snack, An Changqing quickly ate the remaining half of the plum cake, and said confidently: "It must be that you didn't eat well when you were a kid."

Xiao Zhige: "..." Let's go.

After finishing the snack, An Changqing rinsed his mouth, and remembered seeing An Changduan during the day. He almost broke off contact with the An family, and Changduan An suddenly took the initiative to come up again at this time, obviously nothing good.

"On the painting boat during the day, I met An Changduan. Did something happen to Anjia?"

Xiao Zhige poured him a cup of hawthorn tea for digestion, and said, "Xiao Qi's pour, An Zhike panicked."

Except for An Zhike, there are no other descendants in the An family. Even An Changyu, the most prosperous in the past, can only move around the place. In addition, Erfang had separated from Dafang again, and no longer filled money into it like a bottomless pit. Although An Zhike paid homage to the prime minister, life was not easy. Even in order to preserve the prosperity and wealth of An's family, he had to stand on the side of the prince in desperation regardless of Emperor Anqing's dissatisfaction. He had already lost the trust of Emperor Anqing. Once he fell, An's family would be completely finished.

"No wonder An Changduan suddenly started to get close to me, I am afraid An Zhike called him." An Changqing sneered: "I didn't trouble them, they would still want to scrape a layer of oil from me."

"Ignore them." Xiao Zhige also didn't look at Anjia: "When you find a name in the future, you can spread them far away, so as not to be an eyesore."

An Changqing said, "An Zhike will not let go of my fat (meat rou) so easily."

His previous life and this life, adding up to two lifetimes, he saw this father clearly. An Zhike is a real villain, as long as it is profitable, he can come up with a shy face. If you are of no use value to him, he can abandon you without hesitation and turn around to find a home.

In his eyes, there is no family affection, no courtesy, righteousness and shame, only interests are paramount.

And he guessed it was right, but after two days, An Changduan's dog skin plaster stuck again. This time he learned well, and regardless of whether the porter would let him in, he cried out at the gate with a sad face: "Father and son have no overnight hatred, but no matter how many fathers are not, it is because of his serious illness now. Please also ask the princess to go back and have a look. The one that my father misses most now is you."

The housekeeper can't be the master, and he is afraid that he will continue to yell outside to attract rumors, so he can only invite him to the flower hall first.

An Changqing came later, and after hearing the response from the housekeeper, Pi Xiao (rou rou) asked without a smile: "Prime Minister An is ill?"

An Changduan nodded quickly: "Yes, I am not very sick, and I can't get up now."

"It's so serious? I asked someone to take a sign and ask the doctor to see it. As for my... my house is busy, I won't go." An Changqing didn't even bother to say polite remarks, and sipped his tea.

Hearing that he wanted to ask for an imperial doctor, An Changduan was a little anxious: "This...Father is just heart-sick, so don't bother with the imperial doctor. If the third brother is willing to take a look, it would be fine.

"Speaking of which, I must go this time?" An Changqing put the tea cup on the table again.

An Changduan's heart also jumped. At this moment, he was inexplicably afraid of him. He didn't dare to see An Changqing, so he had to repeat: "Wang Hao, take a look, maybe my father will be fine."

This time An Changqing didn't speak, and the atmosphere in the flower hall condensed for a while. When An Chang was fidgeting, he listened to him say: "Let's take a look."

He wanted to see what tricks An Zhike had to play. He avoided seeing him, maybe they thought he was scared.

The author has something to say:

Counsel: I'm jealous, but I don't want to say, I'm super generous.

Here:...really?