The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

An Changqing was frustrated, and only felt that this man became more and more like a saw-mouthed gourd. He only bounced a word with a stick. If he didn't ask him, he would be silent all the way. +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com If this person is willing to talk more, the two of them will not be in that situation in their previous life.

How could there be such a stupid person in this world? He obviously did so many things, but didn't say anything.

He sighed secretly, An Changqing glanced at the man who didn't say anything. He looked down and thought for a moment, and soon got an idea. He only made an aggrieved expression and looked at Xiao Zhige pitifully: "The prince doesn't need to perfuse me. If you think I'm not doing well, just say it."

"No perfunctory..." Xiao Zhige didn't expect that only a word would make the people beside him feel wronged. His princess has her face sideways, half of her face hidden in the shadows, and the (exposed) half of her face, her eyelashes drooping down in frustration, like a listless butterfly.

"You did a good job, the queen dowager and the queen believed it."

"Then what about you?" An Changqing suddenly turned to look at him, with something flashing in her black eyes, and asked, "Do you believe it?"

Xiao Zhige met his eyes, his heart softened, and he raised his hand to gather the broken hair from his cheeks behind his ears: "I believe it."

Regardless of whether it is greedy or not, as long as he says it, he believes it.

An Changqing's eyes were brighter, she rubbed his palms, and said in joy, "What the prince said...I have to take it seriously."

"You said...no concubines, and no children with other women."

"Ok,"

Xiao Zhige is not a person who makes promises lightly. He will definitely do what he says.

An Changqing only felt happy like never before. His heart was beating violently in the (chest xiong) cavity, and the blood of the limbs boiled at this moment, encouraging him to do something. He tried his best to bite his cheeks (flesh rou) to restrain the surging joy, but even so, his eyes were extremely bright, and it was the best star Xiao Zhige had ever seen.

"In this life, only the two of us." An Changqing couldn't help but stretched out her arms to hug him, rubbing her cheek against his neck, because she was so excited, her eyes were wet with tears. He was embarrassed, hiding his face in Xiao Zhige's neck, and solemnly promised in his ear: "I will always be with you."

He will no longer watch him go to the cold supreme position alone. This time, he will accompany him.

Whether it’s notorious to die in the age of thousands of generations, or die in one life, as long as he doesn’t let go, he will accompany him on his way.

Xiao Zhige looked in a trance for a moment, and a tender voice flashed in his mind. The voice said: I will stay with you in the future.

With a low laugh, Xiao Zhige responded dumbly like many years ago:

"it is good."

At the same time, the message sent back from the eyeliner placed on Anjia was flashed in my mind.

"The Third Young Master is very close to the young master of the Li family..."

"Master Biao sent a poem to Master Three..."

"Master Biao sent a painting to Master Three..."

"Master Biao is going back to his hometown to make a kiss. Before leaving, he gave the Third Young Master a piece of jade pendant. The Third Young Master accepted it. It seems that he is not in a good mood..."

Looking across An Changqing's waist, there was a piece of Pisces jade pendant that he never left. Xiao Zhige's eyes sank, but he couldn't help holding the person tighter. No matter who is hiding in his heart, he can only be his own now.

He didn't ask for much, only such a vain warmth that he couldn't give up. From a young age to an old age, he was involuntarily attracted by his eyes like a moth fighting a fire.

Now, the man was finally held in his arms. He personally told him that he would stay with him forever.

Even if he knows the words of welcome, knowing that he will soon be forgotten, he will never let go.

***

When I returned to the palace, the sky (color) was already dark.

An Changqing pulled her hand out of Xiao Zhige's warm palm, and reluctantly put on the grilled warm fox fur. It's just that he underestimated the cold at night, and he couldn't help shivering when he got out of the car. On the contrary, Xiao Zhige wore the prince's dress that was not very windproof, and looked like a lonely person in the cold wind.

Glancing at him jealously, An Changqing cruelly pressed her cold hand to his neck. Xiao Zhige really froze, and then he took his hand down to warm him with some help: "Don't make trouble, it's cold outside."

An Changqing squashed her mouth and was led by him to walk in.

Upon seeing this, the group of people hung their heads quickly, only secretly stunned in their hearts, dare to tease the prince so, the princess is still the first.

An Changqing doesn’t care about this. He consciously talked to Xiao Zhige in the carriage. Since they have agreed to live together for the rest of their lives, he naturally doesn’t regard himself as an outsider, plus Xiao Zhige’s coming these days Indulge, speak and act more unscrupulously.

And now it seems that Xiao Zhige is just a wooden stake with few words, nothing scary.

The two returned to the room, and because they did not eat dinner in the palace, they asked the servant to prepare a few small dishes and put them in the room. After having dinner, An Changqing was crying and sweating on her knees. She changed into light clothes and went to the bath room to take a bath.

When I went to the bath room, I took off my clothes and went into the water, only to find that there were big bruises on both knees and thighs. He was kneeling on his knees, and on his thighs, he pinched himself for fear that he could not cry.

I didn't feel the pain when I didn't notice it before, but when I saw it now, the pain came out immediately. It hurts bluntly when moving.

An Changqing took a breath of air-conditioning, then relaxed and sat down in the tub slowly, planning to clean up (gan) herself before rubbing the medicine.

This bubble was half an hour short, and when he was about to get up, he found that the knee pain was too strong. He was holding on to the edge of the tub to get up, but accidentally hit the bruise wound and sat back in pain.

After fluttering in the water a few times, An Changqing burst into tears from the pain. He sat blushing for a while, and finally called Xiao Zhige.

Xiao Zhige was in the bedroom, and when he heard his cry, he hesitated before entering.

The ground dragon was burning in the bath room. At this moment, the water vapor was lingering. An Changqing was sitting in the tall bath tub, with wet hair draped behind her. The (exposed) neck was slender and beautiful, and it was still shallow because of the heat fumigation. light pink).

Unnaturally looking away, Xiao Zhige approached, his voice a little tight: "What's the matter?"

"My leg hurts and I can't get up." An Changqing was embarrassed, and whispered with her eyelashes soaked with water vapor, "You take me out for a while..."

Xiao Zhige only felt that the string in his mind called "Sense" was tightened in an instant, his eyes fell subconsciously on the surface of the water, he paused and then moved away, before he squeezed his voice: "Wait."

After that, I took a (dry gan) cloth towel and wiped his hair half (dry gan). Then he staggered his eyes, took the person out of the bucket carefully, wrapped him in a large cloth towel, and hugged him back into the room.

Putting people into the quilt, Xiao Zhige almost escaped.

Wearing thin clothes and standing in the cold wind for a while, he ordered An Fu to send a small heater over. When I entered again, An Changqing was still shrunk under the quilt, and looked at him with his head stretched out: "What is the prince going to do?"

"Send someone to a heater." Xiao Zhige rolled his Adam's apple and then wiped his hair with a new cloth towel.

As he was talking, An Fu at the door had already sent the heater over. The stove was burnt with silver charcoal, there was no smoke or dust. Xiao Zhige put the stove next to the bed and let An Changqing dry his hair, while lifting the bedding again: "Where did it hurt?"

An Changqing stretched out her leg and pointed her mouth flat to show him: "Knees and thighs are all blue."

Now the bruises are more scary than before, they are already purple, and a little swollen. Xiao Zhige staggered lightly, and he cried out for pain.

Xiao Zhige's brows were tightly furrowed, and his fascination was gone, and all that was left was pity and guilt. He rubbed it gently, and said in a low voice: "It's bruised, I'm going to get medicated wine."

An Changqing felt pain after thinking about it. He had suffered from this kind of skin (flesh) before. He was born with a delicate skin and was often bullied by other brothers and sisters. He often had bruises on his body. At that time, he was afraid of his mother and was sad, so he didn't dare to say it. Just endure it by yourself.

It's not that there are more serious injuries than this. At that time, he also gritted his teeth and endured it, but now he can't stand it anymore.

When Xiao Zhige came back with a bottle of medicated liquor, he shuffled back his legs, curled up under the quilt, and said muffledly, "Don't rub it, it will be fine in a few days."

"It will be more serious if you don't rub it tomorrow." Xiao Zhige frowned disapprovingly, and felt distressed about his injury. He didn't dare to say anything serious, so he could only coax him into saying: "I'm lighter, it doesn't hurt."

An Changqing will be suspicious, but she is afraid that she will suffer more tomorrow, so she stretched out her leg again, and said pitifully, "Then be lighter, I am afraid of pain."

Xiao Zhige let out an "um". After pouring the medicinal wine in the palm of his hand, he rubbed his knees.

He only used 10% of his strength, but An Changqing screamed in pain, and complained in tears: "You are a lie..."

Xiao Zhige (body shen) tensed, hardened his heart and didn't let go of his strength. He also saw his eye sockets flushed, biting his lip and patience, blowing air at his wounds unskillfully, and bluntly said: "Miangong blows, it hurts to fly..."

An Changqing, whose tears were sore out of her tears, was amused by him and laughed out loud. He kicked his other foot on his shoulder and muttered: "I'm not a three-year-old kid. My mother used to make such a laugh. And me."

"Really?" Xiao Zhige was slightly stunned, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "It turns out that I learned from my mother..."

"What?" An Changqing didn't hear him clearly.

"It's nothing." Xiao Zhige shook his head, his frowning brows flattened out, and he was still blowing softly: "Let's bear it for a while."

Attention was distracted, and the pain was not so obvious. An Changqing placed her chin on the stacked bedding, looking down to see Xiao Zhige gently and slowly rubbing the bruise on him.

The man half-kneeled by the bed, his expression was very serious, his drooping eyelashes covered his sharp eyes, and the yellow candlelight softened his stiff outline, which made him appear gentle.

The more An Changqing looked at it, the more satisfied and happy he became. Such a good person will belong to him in the future.

How could I think he looked terrible before?

Really blind.

Obviously this person is so gentle.

The author has something to say: #王爷和王妃in the house what to do#

Anfu at the door: Do I have to prepare another bucket of hot water?

Here:?

Counseling (indifferent): troublesome.