How to Be a Male Queen

【Several families are happy and several families are sad】

Where the Ming decree came down, all the prefectures in the capital received the news one after another.

Li Shu reported leave to the Ministry of Industry and hitched a ride with his elder brother-in-law to Zhenbei Hou Mansion.

As soon as he entered the door, he hurriedly pulled An Muxi's arm, "Little Yogurt, have you heard? The emperor gave a marriage to His Royal Highness King Haohao and Peace!"

"Naturally." An Muxi patted the big box next to his leg and said calmly.

Li Shu was temporarily distracted, "What is this?"

"A congratulatory gift to Haohao."

Li Shu's expression was a bit tangled, "Little Yogurt, tell me, if we just go so rashly, will it be bad?"

An Muxi looked at him strangely, "It's a tradition for the emperor to bestow congratulations on marriage, let alone Haohao and us are close friends. What's your embarrassment?"

"After all, it is a marriage gift to a man, will General Jane not welcome it?"

An Muxi shook his head, "It's okay, as long as Haohao is happy."

Li Shumao suddenly realized, "That's right, I was thinking too much, let's go!"

An Muxi held the sword with a smile in his eyes.

Before going out, An Muxi was stopped by the housekeeper of Anfu.

"Little Lord Hou, this is something that Lord Hou gave you, saying that it is to thank the elder son of the Jian family for his idea."

An Muxi reached out to take it, and threw it to the soldiers behind him without even looking at it.

"Master Hou also said that you'd better give it in front of General Jane." The butler added with some embarrassment.

An Muxi didn't think anything, nodded, "Is there anything else?"

"Uh, no more." The housekeeper hurriedly said, "Young Master, be careful on the road."

Li Shu tugged at An Muxi's sleeve, and whispered, "Master Hou is at home? Should I go...to pay a visit?"

"No need." An Muxi said without hesitation.

Then, he dragged Li Shu away.

Li Shu was a little taken aback—it seems that Little Yogurt has a bad relationship with Lord An!Didn't it mean... Didn't Lord An adopt him because he liked little yogurt?

An Muxi tapped his head, "Don't think about it."

"Oh." Li Shu covered the place where he was knocked with his white hands, and got into An's carriage with a heavy heart.

Anyang Princess Palace.

Quiet and also preparing a gift list.

An Ziming folded his hands and turned around, hesitatingly said: "Ah, sister, can I not go? Can I let Uncle Lin go?"

An Jing gave him a blank look, "You are the dignified Duke of the Princess Mansion, and you will be sixteen after the new year. Do you want to leave it to the housekeeper to move around in each mansion?"

"Just this once!" An Ziming clasped his hands and begged, "As long as it's not Jane's house, I'll go by myself from now on..."

An Jinghe saw through his thoughts at a glance, and stared at him, "No way!"

An Ziming immediately grimaced.

Next to her, Princess Anyang also hesitated, "Jinghe, is it really appropriate to do this? Is it true that His Majesty deliberately suppressed King Ping and Jian's family, and that's why he made the decree?"

Jing Jing and dried the ink stains on the gift list, smiled slightly, revealing the dimples on his lips, "It may be true that His Majesty suppressed Uncle Ping and the Jian family, and it is true that Uncle Ping and Haohao are in love. Don't worry, mother, this congratulatory gift from us Good delivery!"

Princess Anyang let out a sigh of relief.

***

The two little friends arrived at General Pingxi's mansion first.

According to Zhenbeihou's instructions, An Muxi handed the box to Jian Hao in front of Jian Zhenxi.

Jian Hao opened it and saw two pieces of paper with several seals, "What is this?"

Li Shu habitually helped him read, "The hot spring village in the east of the city, and the [-]-acre land belonging to Wannian County—Little Yogurt, Lord Hou is so generous!"

Jian Zhenxi was also a little surprised—when did that iron rooster in Angubei willing to pluck his hair?

Thinking of the housekeeper's words, An Muxi explained: "Father said, this is to thank Haohao for his idea."

"Is the anesthesia powder? The military doctor made it?" Jian Hao was a little surprised, and once again admired the creativity of the ancients.

Before An Muxi could answer, Jian Zhenxi suddenly stared, "You came up with the idea of ​​anesthesia powder?"

"I just said it casually, and didn't do anything." Jian Hao stretched out his hand slowly, and said with distress, "Little yogurt, thank you for the gift or something... just forget it."

"Take it." Jian Zhenxi said suddenly.

"Oh." Jian Xiaoshi swished into his arms, reluctant to hand it out.

An Muxi held the sword and smiled slightly.

General Jian stared at the box, wishing he could pick up the long gun and fight with An Gubei right away—the idea that his son came up with, why should he take advantage of that iron cock!

An Ziming dawdled on the road for a while, and finally arrived before noon.

The servants carried the gift box happily, while An Ziming sat on the horse, looked at the sky and the ground with his big black eyes, and pretended to glance at Jian Hao's ear inadvertently.

Jian Xiaoshizi showed a smirk, and shouted: "Mr. An Xiaojun—"

"Ah?" An Ziming looked at him subconsciously.

"Look carefully!" Jian Xiaoshizi showed a bright smile, and with a swish, two fluffy pointed ears emerged from his curly hair.

An Ziming yelled, pulled the reins without thinking, and ran away in the blink of an eye.

Jian Hao looked at his back, leaning back and forth with a smile.

Jian Yu flicked his forehead, flew on the horse, and chased his brother-in-law.

Not only were the gifts from Zhenbeihou's Mansion and Anyang Princess's Mansion not thrown out, they were also carried into the mansion by the Jian family beamingly.

The other families finally breathed a sigh of relief and started to move around one after another.

Chengyuan Hall.

The leader of the Jinwu Guard knelt in the hall and reported to Qin Sheng concisely.

"All the gifts from the various prefectures have been accepted by Jian's family, and the young son still looks like...uh, ignorant of the world. Jian Zhenxi's complexion is not very good, and the eldest son Jian Yu is in charge of all receptions. Handy."

Only then did Qin Sheng feel relieved.

It's right for Jian Zhenxi to be unhappy, otherwise, he would really suspect that he was put together.

Even though you are not happy, you still have to accept the decree and accept the congratulatory gifts honestly——Qin Sheng snorted, I just want you to know what imperial power is and what is the grace of the emperor!

"How about Prince Ping's Mansion?"

"Prince Ping's mansion closed the door to thank guests, even if someone came to the door, they were stopped outside."

Qin Sheng's smile deepened, and he said maliciously: "I have always suspected that Qin Yuan's reputation of 'broken sleeve' is fake, and it was deliberately spread to me—you said, I gave him a male concubine , how does he feel?"

The leader of the Jinwu Guard bowed his head and guessed: "I think that King Ping is probably a little displeased, otherwise he shouldn't have closed the door to thank guests."

Qin Sheng patted the table with a fierce look on his face, "Of course he will be displeased! He should be displeased! If you dare to challenge me face to face, I will let him go around!"

As everyone knows, the person who "should be displeased" is sitting in the small courtyard of General Pingxi's mansion at this time, listening patiently to his little prince talking about what congratulatory gifts he has received today and what things can be added to the betrothal gift.

Xiao Shizi's excited and money-obsessed look was reflected in his eyes, those deep black eyes seemed to hold the whole world.

***

Anbeihou Mansion.

An Zixian sat in front of the dressing table, listening to her concubine An Ziyan chattering away.

"Elder Sister, it has been widely spread outside, saying that the Jian family is shameless, and even gave up their first son in order to climb up to His Royal Highness Ping Wang..."

"I also said that His Royal Highness Prince Ping has suffered a great loss this time. The position of the main concubine was given to a man, and there will be no more sons in the mansion. I am afraid that the title will be lowered in the future..."

"Enough!" An Zixian slapped the table violently, her pretty face was filled with terrible hatred, "His Royal Highness, would he rather marry a man than even look at me?"

An Zixian stared at the person beside her with reddened eyes, and shouted in a low voice: "Is he the eldest son of the Jian family? Tell me, apart from being the eldest son, what is he better than me? Tell me!"

An Ziyan shrank her shoulders in fright, and said in a soft voice: "Chang, elder sister, are you confused? He is a man, just because he cannot leave an heir for the prince, he can't compare with elder sister."

An Zixian showed a bit of joy, "Yes, son, can His Highness King Ping leave no son? I still have hope, I still have hope, right?"

An Ziyan was pinned tightly by her sharp nails, enduring the pain and nodding repeatedly.

An Zixian laughed immediately, with a bit of madness in her beautiful smile, "I need to plan well, plan well..."

Taking advantage of her inattention, An Ziyan ran away against the wall.

***

Anqingfang.

The wooden door was pushed open with a "squeak", and the gorgeous sunset glow poured into the room.

Tuoba Yongjun untied his cloak, handed it to the maid next to him, and walked to Qin Xiang's side.

Since taking the antidote of black fish soup, Qin Xiang's health has improved a lot, but he has been ill for too long, his heart knot has not been untied, and he has never returned to his previous appearance.

"The weather is so nice, why didn't you go out for a walk?" Tuoba Yongjun smiled and pinched Qin Xiang's slightly rosy face.

Qin Xiang is already used to actions like intimacy.

He lifted his sleeve with one hand, put the brush on the pen stand with the other hand, and asked expectantly, "Have the congratulatory gifts arrived? Is Haohao happy?"

Toba Yongjun was still immersed in his elegant movements, and replied casually: "Happy."

Qin Xiang lowered his eyes, his expression obviously lonely, "Only His Royal Highness King Ping can protect Haohao!"

Toba Yongjun stared at him for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Minzhi, do you want to drink?"

Qin Xiang's eyes lit up, "Can you drink?"

Tuoba Yongjun raised the corners of his lips, showing an extremely handsome smile, "Don't be greedy."

Qin Xiang stared at him blankly, his eyes glued to his face, unable to move away at all.

That day, they sat under the bare sycamore tree, drank one cup after another, talking more and more unconsciously.

Qin Xiang talked about his youth, "Everyone says that I am the most beloved son of my father, but, do you know? Unless my uncle returns to Beijing, my father will never announce me, and I have never been to the East Palace in private." ...I know very well in my heart that the way my father looks at me is not 'loving'..."

"Since I was a child, there are only two kinds of people around me. One wants to kill me, and the other wants to curry favor with me... Except for Haohao, I knew at the first sight when I saw Haohao. Cousin, just treat me as a cousin..."

Toba Yongjun sighed, took him into his arms, and put him on his bed.

"Minzhi, you...don't blame me."