there is a king in the palace

Zhao Xianao's body has recovered, he is not as weak as last night, but he will not go to him this morning.

It won't take long for the news that the emperor fell ill due to working hard on state affairs will spread throughout Chang'an and to Duzhou.

It's not for anything else, it's just to appease the hearts of the people in Duzhou. They have to understand that the emperor is very clear about the ins and outs of this matter, and he has taken it to heart, and will never give up their lives easily.

The hearts of the people on one side were chilled, and the people on all sides felt the same, so Zhao Xianao would not be stingy about this kind of natural disaster even if he was stingy.

It's rare that he doesn't have to go to court, and don't have to approve memorials. Zhao Xianao is in a good mood, "Director Li, find a suit of ordinary clothes. I'm going out of the palace to visit the people."

In this special period, he can't blatantly have fun, and going out of the palace is the best choice.

Knowing him like Manager Li, he had expected it a long time ago, and the regular clothes were delivered soon, and he changed himself.

It was a matter of course that he often accompanied Zhao Xianao out of the palace.

However, Zhao Xianao looked at the well-prepared Manager Li and didn't know what to say so as not to hurt the old man's heart, "Director Li..."

Zhao Xianao usually called him by his first name, Li Qiushi, and it was rare for him to be so polite. Director Li had an ominous premonition, "Your Majesty..."

One master and one servant, one old and one young, looked at each other affectionately for a long time, Zhao Xianao couldn't help it, "Director Li, today, I want to take Xiao Yuanzi out... you work so hard all day, so take a good rest Bar."

Manager Li's heart suddenly shattered into pieces.

The emperor used to be a crown prince with a high position and authority. Although he was born to play, except for his parents and the empress and king Duan who grew up with him, no one dared to talk to him or play with him. After the concubine died of illness, the emperor was busy with government affairs, and he gradually became estranged from the queen Duanwang. Only he, Li Qiushi, was the emperor's master and servant, and also the only relative and friend.

Li Qiushi watched Zhao Xianao grow from a child who didn't know anything to a king who now holds great power in his hands. He had long had affection for Zhao Xianao like a family member, and even secretly regarded him as his own child. look after.

But now, he is going to be abandoned QAQ

"Don't... Mr. Li, can you stop that expression?" Although Zhao Xianao yelled at Mr. Li all day, he cared about this clingy old man in his heart, "I didn't mean that, I just looked at you It's too hard to walk with me out of the palace for a few steps without breathing, and I care about you."

Manager Li is still very coaxing.

It turned out that he cared about him ^_^

The emperor was really sour, Mr. Zhao waved his hands at the door without love, "Take Xiao Yuanzi to change clothes."

"Slave, let's go now!" Director Li took two steps outside, then suddenly turned back, "Your Majesty, there seems to be no suitable clothes for Xiao Yuanzi in the palace."

"Give him what I used to wear."

"Hmm... didn't they all take out the palace and sell it?"

Zhao Xianao was taken aback, "Is it all sold?"

"No, there is also a suit that is too expensive and no one will buy it, but isn't that suit too eye-catching?"

Zhao Xianao had nothing to say, "It's okay, hurry up, I'm going to visit the morning market."

When the king woke up in the morning, Zhao Xian'ao was still asleep, he was very lucky, if Zhao Xian'ao found himself lying on his bed with his clothes on, it would be over.

He stayed in Qianqing Palace until Director Li came to deliver the medicine, then slipped out quietly, and went back to his own residence to catch up on sleep, but he didn't sleep long when there was a knock on the door.

The king kicked the quilt angrily, but was still called out by the extremely persistent knock on the door.

Opening the door, the king yelled at Manager Li viciously, "What are you doing!"

Mr. Li trembled in fright, and he was stunned for a moment before fighting back, "What are you shouting for! Go in, I have something to say to you."

It is impossible for too many people to know about the fact that the emperor left the palace in micro-clothes.

Director Li entered the room, spread the package in his arms on the bed, and said in a strange way, "The emperor wants to go out of the palace in a low-clothes, and you come with me... Hmph, if the emperor didn't understand the hard work of the manager, how could this kind of thing happen?" got you."

When the king heard that he was going to leave the palace, he lost all temper, his eyes sparkled, "Leaving the palace! When?"

Manager Li glanced at him, "Change your clothes and go to Qianqing Palace."

"I see!"

He changed his clothes and went to Qianqing Palace. Outside the Qianqing Palace, Director Li was standing in front of a simple carriage. Seeing him, he hurriedly urged, "Hurry up and get in the carriage, why is it taking so long?"

The king was so obedient, he climbed onto the carriage with hands and feet.

However, as soon as he stretched his hand into the car, he was tightly held by another person's cold and delicate hand.

The people in the carriage supported him gently, and only after his whole body came up did they use some strength to pull him up.

The king was a little moved when he heard him say, "The clothes are very expensive, so don't rub them casually."

Cheapskate.

The king sat down on the left side seat, without looking at Zhao Xianao, he checked his clothes first, he lowered his head and patted the skirt, "It's not damaged, it's not damaged."

Zhao Xianao sat upright, looking at him.

Little Fat Tiger is wearing his old clothes, which are endlessly luxurious from the inside to the outside. The black robe is embroidered with auspicious clouds with gold thread, the sleeves and neckline of the red jacket are made of fine white fox fur, and the sable fur is round. There is a ring of agate gemstones on the hat, lining his round face is white and tender, and the black pupils are clear and bright, just like the little Fuwa in folk New Year pictures, the boy who gives money under the seat of Guanyin.

Was it the same when he wore this suit back then?

No, absolutely not.

"Going out of the palace with me, you are my younger brother, you want to call me elder brother."

what--

The king secretly thought, he and the dog emperor have no similarities from head to toe, no one would believe that they are brothers, judging by today's dress, Zhao Xianao looks more like his own...

The king didn't dare to raise this opinion, he replied in a low voice, "I know."

Zhao Xianao suddenly became interested, "Call first, so as not to make mistakes later."

"Brother..." The king finished calling, and looked at Zhao Xianao, "Is it weird?"

"Brother Xian is used to it, so I don't think it's strange." Zhao Xianao entered the role in an instant, calling him Brother Dawang, without the slightest unnaturalness.

Accompanied by the regular sound of horseshoes and wooden wheels turning, the carriage slowly entered the lively morning market from the secluded palace.

"Master, we are here."

The king was sitting outside. He wanted to get out of the car first, but Zhao Xianao grabbed his collar from behind, "If you dare to run around, I will cut your flesh with a knife."

His threat is still useful, the king said in an almost inaudible voice, "Brother, don't treat your lovely brother like this?"

Zhao Xianao smiled, "Okay, lovely brother."

He was actually afraid, Little Fat Tiger had no conscience after all, if he ran away like this, how lonely he would be in the palace.

After getting off the carriage, the "brothers" shuttled leisurely in the morning market. There are many ordinary but delicious delicacies in the morning market in Chang'an, such as small wontons in chicken soup, chili beef noodles, corn cakes, crispy fried cakes, rich The scent of the king crazily poured into his nostrils, he tugged on Zhao Xianao's sleeve, looked at him with those flickering eyes, "Brother, are you hungry?"

"Is my lovely brother hungry?"

Your Majesty was still hungry just now, but now he is very upset, "I was wrong, please don't call me that."

Zhao Xianao just likes to tease him, "Lovely brother, what's wrong with you?"

Well, this is the one you picked first, so let's hurt each other.

The king smiled crookedly at him, "Good brother, I'm fine."

The king's vocabulary is poor, and he only has one good word when he praises people, so he praised Zhao Xianao as a good emperor, so he would call him a good brother in order to disgust him.

Zhao Xianao could understand why he called him that, but he couldn't restrain his thoughts from going astray, his fair and handsome face couldn't help being stained with a touch of crimson.

Blushed?

The king was dumbfounded.

Could it be that the dog emperor really likes him?

Faced with doubts in his heart, the king has never been ashamed to ask, "My good brother, do you like me?"

Zhao Xian'ao covered his mouth and clamped that chubby head under his armpit. If it was a dark and windy night, others would probably think that he was trying to murder for money.

"You fart, what are you talking about!"

"Hmm..." The king struggled, shook off his hand, and had no scruples outside the palace, "Then why are you blushing!"

"I'm sick, and you blush when you catch a cold!"

The king touched his aching ear.

It's so loud, it doesn't look like sick...

But in the king's heart, he asked Zhao Xianao a question, Zhao Xianao would not deceive him, so he didn't worry about it anymore.

Walking to the beef noodle stall, the king stared at the sweaty chili beef noodles eaten by others, he couldn't move his feet, and he was the first to give in like Zhao Xianao, "Brother, your cute brother wants to eat this."

Spicy food is forbidden in the palace, and Zhao Xianao is also greedy for it, but he has to stand on the commanding heights of morality, giving charity like a king, "I am in a good mood today, so I will satisfy my lovely brother."

As he expected, the little chubby tiger looked at him with gratitude.

The two found a clean place, and the king sat down on his buttocks, while Zhao Xianao seemed very hypocritical. He first spread a square cloth on the bench, then took out a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully After wiping the chopsticks and the table clean, he sat down slowly.

The king watched without expressing any opinion.

"What do you two guests want?"

The king held his chopsticks, his smiling eyes curved, "Two bowls of spicy beef noodles, put more meat!"

Having a pleasing face is popular everywhere.

After a while, Xiao Er brought up two bowls of chili beef noodles, Da Wang's bowl was full of beef, and Zhao Xian'ao's bowl was full of chili.

No one would do business at a loss, obviously Zhao Xianao's meat went into the king's bowl.

Seeing that Zhao Xianao's expression was not right, the king swiftly scooped up a big lump of noodles with a chopstick, took a bite of the noodles, and then let the noodles that were stained with his saliva fall into the soup bowl.

In this way, Zhao Xianao couldn't eat it.

Surprisingly, Zhao Xianao was not angry, but smiled at him, "Dear brother, eat more."

He smiled weirdly, the king didn't understand it at first, but he soon understood it.

The king frowned and controlled those dishonest chopsticks vigorously, no matter what he couldn't pick up the noodles that had been bitten into pieces by him.

On the other hand, Zhao Xian'ao had already eaten half a bowl happily, and even commented, "The beef tastes spicy, and the noodles taste smooth. The beef and noodles taste really delicious together."

The king was holding the chopsticks, his hands trembling slightly. Suddenly, he looked up at Zhao Xianao with a serious expression on his face, "Brother, just now I saw the noodle shop owner's saliva dripping into the noodle soup when he was cooking noodles outside."

Zhao Xianao immediately stood there like petrified.

He also heard his dear brother say, "Does it taste really good?"