The Tyrant’s Beloved Empress

Holding the picture scroll back to the main room, An Changqing wandered around trying to find a suitable place to hang the picture scroll. +++Cartino novel website www.wuxiaspot.com Xiao Zhige followed him, frowned unwillingly: "This picture is not good. Next time the picture is good, hang it again."

"I think this one is pretty good." An Changqing didn't take it seriously, holding the picture scroll and making gestures on the wall, saying: "Moreover, you can hang it here if you paint in the future."

As he spoke, he called the next person in and let the painting hang up.

"It's a pity that I don't know how to do it." An Changqing looked up at the people adjusting their positions, and said: "Otherwise, I will draw a portrait for the prince. Wouldn't it be nice to hang the two paintings next to each other? Or find a painter, It’s not bad to draw a picture for both of us."

There was a bright smile on his face as he spoke. Xiao Zhige stared at him, and when he heard what he said, his eyes flashed slightly.

When the next person hung up the painting, An Changqing looked unsatisfied, so she moved her to the right again. When he finally adjusted it, he was satisfied, and asked An Fu to bring tea over and enjoy a cup of tea with Xiao Zhige.

"Has the prince learned Danqing before?" An Changqing asked curiously, looking at the man who was accustomed to (sexual xing) silence.

In fact, speaking of it, he didn't seem to know Xiao Zhige well for the two lifetimes added up. Just like in his previous life, he had never seen Xiao Zhige holding a paintbrush. This man is always cold (killing sha). The cocooned hand seems to be born with a knife and a gun, and it definitely doesn't seem to hold a paintbrush.

"I learned it when I was young." Xiao Zhige lowered his eyes and said lightly.

Although not favored, Xiao Zhige still attended class with other princes when he was young. The Taizu of Daye was the proud son of heaven. He was a well-known Mingjun with both civil and military skills. As the descendants of Taizu, the princes naturally did not dare to fall into the prestige of Taizu. In addition to the necessary four books and five classics to be familiar with, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting and martial arts can not be left behind.

He was ignorant when he was young, only knowing that his father didn't like him and his mother concubine, but he didn't know why. Later, seeing that his eldest brother was praised by the emperor for his studies, he also tried to learn, hoping that the emperor would also praise him and go see him and his mother concubine. It's just that he doesn't seem to have any talent for these elegant things, and he can't get a compliment even after a lot of effort.

After the death of his mother and concubine, he became more sensible. No longer do these unnecessary things, and only focus on martial arts and delve into the art of war.

Of course, he didn't intend to tell An Changqing to let An Changqing listen to these old things. He only faintly said "The prince must learn" and then vaguely took it over.

An Changqing was really happy to hear it, and asked, "What else does the prince have?"

"Qin, chess, calligraphy and calligraphy are good, but they are not refined."

Unexpectedly, looking at the Northern Warlord, who looked like a rude general, would do these elegant things, An Changqing felt more and more that he knew too little about him. But the more I know now, the more I feel that this person is like a ugly stone hidden in jade. The surface looks rough and ordinary, but you only need to peel off a bit of stone clothing, and you will find that there is a transparent and precious jade hidden inside.

"But I don't know anything." An Changqing said with a bitter face, a little melancholy: "Apart from reading more books, I don't know anything about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Will the prince dislike me?"

An family school does not teach these things. The children who go to family school mostly go for the imperial examination fame and only learn stereotypes. If you want to learn other things, you have to ask another master to teach. Just like An Changqing's eldest brother and second brother, and even the young masters in the other three rooms, all have a master to teach. He is the only one who is not likable in the mansion, whether he has invited the master to start a small stove, or goes out to play, he has no place.

Xiao Zhige twisted his eyebrows: "No."

Then he said: "If you want to learn, I will teach you."

An Changqing also sighed casually, but after hearing what he said, she couldn't help but think: "Really?"

Xiao Zhige let out an "um".

"Then start with Danqing?" An Changqing laughed: "When I learn, I will also draw a portrait of the prince."

Xiao Zhige's movements paused slightly, and then he lowered his expression (color), curled his lips down: "Okay."

***

The day after Zhongyong Hou's Mansion was ransacked, An Changqing went to An's Mansion.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the door, he fell on his eldest brother An Changyu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. An Changyu is the eldest son of the Li family, six years older than him. After getting married, An Zhike was sent to a place to practice, and this year happened to return to Beijing to report on work. Because his mother-in-law was seriously ill, he accompanied his wife to fulfill his filial piety a few days ago, and only rushed back a few days ago.

I didn't want to be so coincidental, I just happened to ran into An Changqing who was back.

An Changyu smiled and saluted, as if he didn't know anything about what happened in this mansion: "My third brother, oh no, is it the princess who didn't come here unscathed?"

An Changqing also put on a smile, and faintly replied: "Everything is fine, how about eldest brother? How about outside?"

"It's all good, it's all good." An Changyu smiled amiably, and walked along with him as he changed his footsteps: "It's hard work in the place outside, and I have suffered a lot in the past three years. But I really came back, and again. I'm not used to it. The mansion is very different from before I left. Thinking about the carefree days when we were young, it is inevitable to feel the carelessness of a childish child."

He sighed as if it were true or false, An Changqing also (touching Mo) was not sure what he wanted to say, so he didn't answer, listening to him sing the play alone.

In this Anjia, whoever looks most like An Zhike is his eldest brother An Changyu. An Changyu has been smart since he was a child and the eldest son and grandson. In Anjia, he is like a star holding the moon. The only one who could compete with him in front of the old lady was An Changqi in the second room. But even so, An Changyu had more preferences, and even the younger brothers and sisters in the family respected this eldest brother very much and did not dare to make trouble in front of him.

The former An Changqing is no exception.

Because An Changyu is the oldest, he has never bullied him and An Xianyu like those brothers and sisters. Occasionally, when I met him in the mansion, I would smile broadly at him. At that time, An Changqing naively thought that elder brother didn't hate him, and tried to get close to him, but was frightened by his sudden cold face (color). After that, he never dared to take the initiative to look for him.

It was later that An Changqing gradually understood that this eldest brother actually hated him. It's just that he maintains the stability of his eldest son and grandchildren that he maintains the appearance and kindness.

Just like this time, since he has already returned to the mansion, he must have heard Li's grievances during this period of time. But he can still chat with him in a gentle spring breeze, and even reminisce about the past with him.

An Changqing's eyes were cold, and she said, "I am different from my eldest brother, but I feel more comfortable now, and I don't miss those days when I was young."

An Changyu paused with a smile, then said, "What about Haiyun? Cousin Haiyun, don't you miss it?"

An Changqing squinted slightly: "Cousin Haiyun?"

"Yeah." An Changyu said with emotion: "After a few years, I didn't expect Haiyun's family to come to Yejing in the next year. Don't you know? Haiyun retired from the original marriage, saying that it was waiting for the test. It’s just a pity to marry the one you love after gaining fame..."

He was halfway through, but he stopped talking, and looked at An Changqing without saying anything.

An Changqing did not touch this. He remembered Li Haiyun. He is the son of Li's maiden brother. I used to live in Anjia for a while. He is a very clear scholar.

In addition, the only thing that impressed him a little is that Li Haiyun is easy to hurt the spring and the autumn. After the two met on the corridor by chance, Li Haiyun often liked to invite him to enjoy scenery and compose poems together. An Changqing was obstructing Li's face, so it was difficult to refuse, so she could only sit with him and listen to his sour and unintelligible poems.

Having said that, Li Haiyun has a good attitude towards him. But because of An Changqi's lessons learned, he will inevitably have a sense of defensiveness towards those who approach him proactively, so the relationship between the two (guanguan) is not very good.

An Changyu specifically mentioned it now. He was a little confused (touching Mo) and could only say politely: "Really? Then I wish my cousin Haiyun an early high school and marry his sweetheart." As for An Changyu's unfinished words. , But completely ignored by him.

An Changyu choked and said with a complicated expression: "Haiyun always thinks about you, but you have already left people behind. You don't even care about his marriage."

An Changqing is even more inexplicable: "But Cousin Haiyun's marriage is naturally cared by his parents and mother. How can I justify my beak?"

"..." An Changyu originally wanted to test him, but the third child's superficial skills got better, and he didn't even see any flaws. Failing to achieve the goal, he could only (gan gan) laugh a few times, and said: "What the princess said is. But when Haiyun comes to Beijing, the princess must show her face and gather."

An Changqing always felt that something was wrong with Li Haiyun, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. I can only replied perfunctorily: "If I have time, I will definitely come."

The two separated at the corner of the corridor, An Changqing went to find An Zhike, and An Changyu went to the backyard.

An Zhike in the flower hall was already waiting, and his expression changed when he saw him.

Looking at his face (color), An Changqing sat down calmly and smiled: "My father asked me to come back to discuss Yu'er's marriage?"

"Yes." Although he was holding his breath, An Zhike had to continue his words: "Wu Junshu has misbehaviour and violated the criminal law. Now in addition to his fame and fame, the Zhongyong Hou's mansion has also been taken down, which is really unworthy of a good match. "

An Changqing said, "That's right. The token of the Dingqin will be returned to Wu's house by his father." As he said, he took out a piece of jade from his sleeve and handed it over.

An Zhike took Yuyan and saw An Changqing look like a bamboo in his chest. He gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart. It's just that he was used to holding the airs in the past, but now he hates the face but still looks good: "The princess, don't worry, I will handle it for my father."

An Changqing smiled secretly in her heart. Seeing the corner of his eyes twitched, she guessed that he must be angry.

The two have been engaged for a long time, and even the wedding is in preparation. If Wu Junshu had proposed to divorce when Wu Junshu had argued with his uncle for widowhood, it would take a bit of reason for Anjia to hold on to Wu Junshu to raise the outside room. But now Zhongyong Hou's Mansion has been confiscated, and Wu Junshu has lost his official position again. The Anjia didn't mention it early or late, but it was this time to mention it. A hat that was too poor and loves the rich to make the rudder is fixed.

In particular, An Zhike had been closely related to Zhongyonghou (Guanguan) before, but now that his old friend is in trouble, he hasn't seen him help, but he hastily dismissed the Guanguan system. This time, An Xiangguo’s reputation might be necessary. Damaged.

With him in front of him, An Xianyu received fewer rumors. An Changqing smiled sincerely this time: "Then it will be my father."

...

After coming out of An's house, An Changqing looked refreshed. When passing through Yongle Street, I went to Sanweizhai to buy dim sum. Sanweizhai's guys saw that the corners of his mouth were reaching the back of his ears, and they insisted on giving him a new bottle of plum wine as a supplement. When An Changqing wanted to give the money, the guys had to refuse to accept it, so she said, "The princess likes to come back next time". An Changqing had no choice but to bring two boxes of dim sum and a bottle of plum wine to the carriage.

As a result, he walked to the carriage, only to find that the driver was stuffed with a pile of things. Silk flowers, eggs, and even a freshly cut pig (meat rou). I don’t know who gave it. An Changqing looked around, but the people around him laughed at him. An Changqing had no choice but to bow his hands: "Thank you, everyone, but don’t give it next time, everyone. Save it to eat at home."

After all, eggs and pigs (meat rou) are not cheap. Not everyone can afford it.

After talking, An Changqing thought for a while, took the pile of things and put them in the carriage before letting the coachman drive back to the palace. After he left, he heard someone in the crowd say with joy: "That's my pig (meat rou), the princess accepts it!"

Someone rolled his eyes: "Tu Laocai, you really can’t help the wall with mud. That pig (rou) is greasy and bloody. You dare to take it to the princess, but the princess is kind, so you didn’t get someone to beat you pause!"

The butcher called Tu Laocai retorted dissatisfiedly with his neck: "What's the use of sending silk flowers, pigs (meat rou) are real!"

The pig (meat rou) is so delicious and expensive!

The author has something to say: Here: Many fans gave me gifts today, including silk flowers, eggs and pigs (meat rou)! Pig (meat rou) is now precious! What did your fans give you?

Counseling: ... (No, nothing.