Ingenuity

Yan Zhi was so angry that he was going crazy, he didn't inform the maid about the time, and pushed open the door of the queen's bedroom, the queen looked up at her son calmly, and continued to embroider with her head down.

Yan Zhi seemed to be teleporting, walked through the hall in three big steps and came to the front.

"Why do you want Qing'er to follow you?"

The queen kept her hands on, still meticulous, "It's not just him, everyone around you will change after you get married."

"Anyone else can do it, but Qing'er can't!"

The queen smiled, "Why?"

Yan Zhi was taken aback by the question, "I saved my life because of him!"

"So it's more important to add an official to him and find a good future. He followed me, and I will naturally train him. You don't have to worry."

Yan Zhi gritted his back molars and said abruptly, "No!"

The queen's embroidered hand stopped, and she raised her eyes, not angry, "For a servant, let's see what you look like!"

One must know that Yan Zhi had never blushed with the queen because of anything before, since he had this Qing'er, he has challenged him time and time again.

"He is not a servant!"

"Are you disobeying me?"

Yan Zhi pursed his lips, restrained his hostility habitually, but still kept talking, "Except for Qing'er, you can do whatever you want."

The queen continued to embroider, "I want this Qing'er."

Yan Zhi clenched his fists, lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then suddenly said in a low voice, "What if I insist on refusing."

The queen didn't pay attention to him, "You can try."

Yan Zhi flicked his sleeves, turned around and strode away resolutely.

In the next half month, Yan Zhi embarked on the old road of Qingyan, not eating or drinking, and not going to the court, and no one was allowed to get close except Qingyan, Qingyan talked and talked, and didn't move at all, and was in a hurry every day. Beside Yan Zhi was like an old woman who babbled, and Yan Zhi was indifferent and unmoved.

When the queen heard that her son had started a hunger strike, she didn't take it seriously at first, until she heard that she hadn't eaten for half a month, and she panicked and ran to see if it was her own mother.

"Empress Empress." Qingyan saluted respectfully and was about to leave when the Empress said coldly, "This is the result of your serving Your Highness? Go and receive the punishment yourself, twenty lashes."

"Yes."

When Yan Zhi heard this, he sat up abruptly from the bed, "No!"

His face was pale and haggard, and he strode to grab Qingyan who was about to leave, and because he hadn't eaten for many days, he fainted on the ground, even though he fainted, he still clung to Qingyan's sleeve tightly. Ken let go.

"Prince!"

"Zhier!"

Yan Zhi didn't listen to his mother at all, and the first thing he did when he saw the queen after waking up was to ask her, "Where's Qing'er?"

The more he was like this, the more angry the queen was, "Dead."

Yan Zhi immediately sat up, expressionless, "Where is he?"

The queen sneered, "Where can I be if I'm dead? I was thrown into a mass grave. After all, I'm young, I can't bear a few whips and I've lost my temper."

Yan Zhi's eyes straightened, he lifted the quilt off the bed, and ran straight to the door. The queen sat by the bed without moving. As soon as Yan Zhi opened the door, he saw Qing Yan was about to come in with porridge, "Prince? You How did you get out of bed?"

Yan Zhi was dazed and grabbed his wrist tightly. He didn't know where the brute force came from, and pulled Qing Yan into his arms, the porridge bowl shattered on the ground, Qing Yan looked bewildered.

Yan Zhi put his arms around Qingyan, turned to look at his own mother, maybe it was a brain short-circuit caused by fasting, and simply declared war, "I don't want Qing'er, unless you want to take my dead body to marry that ASEAN princess."

The queen was so angry that she almost jumped up from the chair, "You! You!"

After [-] years of strategizing in this harem, it is not easy to say what to say to make his son angry.

Qingyan knew that something was wrong, so she hurriedly withdrew from Yan Zhi's arms, and knelt down firmly towards the queen, "Your Majesty, calm down, the prince is sick and confused, Qing'er is going to receive the punishment!"

He was afraid that the conflict between the two would intensify, so he blurted out that the conflict would intensify even more. Yan Zhi helped Qingyan up, "If you want to hit you, you must kill me first."

Qingyan can't wait to give Yan Zhi a big neck!

Angrily said: "The more you talk, the more outrageous it becomes, Prince..."

Yan Zhi looked at the empress firmly, "Did the empress hear clearly?"

The queen laughed back in anger, "Hehe, of course I couldn't hear it more clearly. In this case, as long as he marries the princess, the prince will be able to fulfill his wish."

The Queen's heart was full of three flavors, and she held back, and walked towards the door step by step. When she walked past Qingyan, Qingyan knew that the end was set.

Yan Zhicuo thought that he knew his mother well, thought that hurting himself cruelly, and being ruthless would impress his mother who loves him, but he didn't know that this woman could do anything all the way to this position.

In the days that followed, each day passed, and the marriage was about to come, Yan Zhi was not motivated at all, and the queen did not make things difficult for Qingyan.

Qingyan understands what Yan Zhi has done for her, so she still stays by Yan Zhi's side. The two of them ride horses and practice swords, play chess and paint, and are very happy.

The arrow feathers whizzed past in the wind, like a broken bamboo, and went straight towards the bull's-eye, but only managed to hit the outer ring of the target, and almost missed the target.

Yan Zhi said with a smile: "It's okay, just practice more, I've been like this before."

Qingyan put down the arrow, stretched his arms, and said with a gentle smile, "I still prefer to ride a horse."

"Haha." Yan Zhi regained his strength in the past few days, and he was in a much happier mood, "How about the horse I gave you? Does it still suit your eyes?"

Qingyan nodded, "It's much better than the previous one."

Yan Zhi raised his bow to shoot an arrow, and the arrow feathers hit the bull's-eye steadily, "This horse is the most humane, the more it is raised, the more it looks like its owner."

Qing Yan looked at Yan Zhi's earnest attitude when shooting arrows, and suddenly thought of the marriage three days later.

Princess Pingxin is already on the way to get married, sitting in the wedding sedan chair, and rushing thousands of miles to her beloved; while the person she misses doesn't have her in her heart at all, and she is still happily shooting arrows and riding horses.

I don't know if this is luck or misfortune.

Yan Zhi noticed the way Qingyan was looking at him, and thought that Qingyan was tired, so he immediately put down his arrow and asked intimately, "But tired? Why don't we go back to the palace to rest?"

Qingyan shook her head immediately when she came back to her senses, and smiled softly like a spring breeze, "The sun is just right, let's go horseback riding!"